Post by Teяa253 on Dec 25, 2008 12:55:57 GMT 1
you thought that the awesome titles would last? HA!
what a delusion that was. this 55th shapter doesn't necessarily come up to scratch, what can I say? it's 4:55AM. xD
anyways, chapter 55. enjoy.
CHAPTER 55: HE HAD REACHED HER
Malak ended up sleeping through the night. Maric eventually came in, and being a waterbending prodigy like he was, he went to work on his sister. Granted, there were people in the base with much more skill than him, but it was the thought of a brother healing his twin sister that he figured Malak would like the best.
He was surprised to find that the entire time he was busy, Malak remained asleep. As he was finishing up and preparing to leave the room, there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it,” Maric asked calmly,
“Reyson,” the voice replied, “is it alright if I come in?”
“Aye,” Maric replied; considering that Malak hadn’t cared about being seen by Reyson in her underthings last night, he figured that she wouldn’t care if she was asleep.
“How is she,” Reyson asked, sitting down on the bed beside Maric,
“She’s fine,” Maric replied, “it’s a nasty mark though. She must have gotten pummeled really badly.”
“Ah,” Reyson replied, “that’s what I assumed. Of course, when she was with me it’s not like she was dressed like that though.”
“Of course not,” Maric replied, “but yet one thing makes me wonder: why was she fine with being seen like this in front of you?”
“I’m not sure,” Reyson replied, “I mean: I take it she doesn’t go like this out in public, does she?”
Maric chuckled, “I’m surprised she doesn’t, being the rebel she is,” he said, “I mean if you tell her something done in normal culture, she’ll generally aim to do the opposite.”
“Really now,” Reyson exclaimed,
“Well,” said Maric, “mostly. Still though, that makes me wonder... hey Malak, in common culture, people wear clothes.”
He paused and then imitated Malak.
“Well in that case...” he said and then imitated Malak reducing her clothing level to what it was now and running off. This stunt even made Reyson laugh. Siblings made fun of each other all the time anyways.
“You think she’d do that,” Reyson asked,
“Doubtful,” Maric replied, “I mean, if she hasn’t figured that out in 14 years, I think she knows better.”
“I should hope so,” said Reyson chuckling, “but then that leaves me with that question again: why was she okay with me coming in like that?”
“Well,” said Maric, “according to the Dragmire Twin logic, she’s okay only around people she’s comfortable with being around. Therefore, one can logically assume that she’s comfortable with being around you or perhaps, something a little more.”
“What are you saying?” Reyson asked,
“Are you really that naïve,” Maric chuckled,
“No,” Reyson replied, elbowing Maric, “but... that?”
“Aye,” Maric replied, “long story short, I think she has a crush on you, Reyson. And as her brother, I say get her out of my hair.”
Reyson and Maric both laughed, as they knew Maric wasn’t being serious. Reyson did question Maric’s first statement though.
“You seriously think she likes me?” he asked,
“I’d safely assume she does,” said Maric in response, “but like I’ve said before, we’re opposites. I mean, heck, I’m a guy and she’s a girl. That should say something from the start. Anyways, it’s true though. I’m fine around people; she likes being by herself. She’s shy, I’m not.”
“So if I wanted to approach her properly, what would I do?” Reyson asked, “I don’t like making people uncomfortable.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Maric replied, “I mean, I’m her brother, and I’ve been literally at her side nearly all my life, so she’s never been edgy around me. I’ve always been able to just turn to her and talk.”
“Ah,” Reyson remarked, “that’s true. Add another mark on the “dumb Reyson” list.”
“Heh,” Maric chuckled, “just say what you mean, and mean what you say when you talk to her and you should be fine. I don’t understand girls any more than you do.”
“Alright then,” Reyson replied, “I mean: I really care about her. I want her to be happy, especially when she’s around me.”
“She’ll like that,” Maric replied, “just keep treating her nicely and it’ll only be a matter of time before you see results.”
“Alright then” said Reyson, standing up, “I’m glad she’s going to be fine too. With hits as nasty as those, it had me worried.”
“One thing we have noticed,” Said Maric, “about the Dragmire name, is that like Tenoko, we’re made of some pretty durable stuff. It would actually lead me to believe that we ARE in fact related to her, but the last time we saw her she didn’t seem to recognize us at all, and so...”
“I understand,” Reyson replied, “but now I suppose I should leave you two here. I mean, even if she was comfortable with me here, I think at this point she deserves a little privacy from me.”
“Alright,” Maric replied, “I’ll see you later.”
Reyson stepped out and closed the door. A few minutes later, Malak stirred and woke up.
“Guuhh,” she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes “where am I?”
“The same place you last were, sis,” Maric chuckled, “oh, and Reyson stepped out a few minutes ago. He seemed really concerned about how well you were doing.”
“He,” Malak stammered, “he did?”
“Aye,” Maric replied, “I think he has the same crush on you that you have on him. And as your brother, I can say those sorts of things because that’s what siblings do to each other.”
“Stop it,” said Malak, hitting her brother’s arm,
“Just admit it,” said Maric, “I mean: we’re living under the same roof as Zakura. Word of this is going to spread like wildfire.”
Maric didn’t have to know Zakura too well to know that she did that sort of thing. He caught on quickly.
“So are you feeling better,” he asked her,
“Aye,” Malak replied, looking down at her stomach. Maric had done a pretty good job at clearing the bruises, and Malak felt much better as a result of this; they both were prodigious waterbenders and good healers as a result. Maric took his time to make sure he was accurate instead of efficient, especially with this being his twin sister.
“so Malak,” said Maric again, “I mean, I know I was kind of nudging you about this a few seconds ago, but in all honesty, what do you think of Reyson? I mean: this is me asking. He didn’t ask me to do this.”
“I...” Malak stammered, “I find myself comfortable around him; like he really is trying to always be there for me. He one time told me that he hated doing things that made people around him uncomfortable. I really admire that about him.”
“Do you want me to tell you a little secret,” he asked, grinning,
“Alright,” Malak replied, “what is it?”
“Well,” said Maric in response, “I think he has a similar crush on you. Oh, but you look tired. I’ll tell you more about it later.”
Maric got up and headed towards the door. Naturally Malak wasn’t going to let him do that. She got up and latched onto his arm, trying to pull him back to her bed.
“Shouldn’t you get dressed, Malak,” he laughed, putting his hand on the doorknob, “I mean, I’m going to open the door here...”
“No you’re not,” Malak snapped, dragging him backwards, “you’re going to talk to me about Reyson.”
Maric laughed, “Fine, fine, you win.” he said, letting her take her back to her bed. Instead of crawling back into it though she sat on the side of it beside him. She turned to face him.
“What did he say,” Malak asked, “tell me exactly what he said.”
“He said,” said Maric, “that he wanted you to be happy, especially when you were around him.”
Malak sighed dreamily. “He’s such a gentleman,” she said, but then she sort of snapped to her senses and realized that Maric had just heard that, and more importantly, the dreamy way she had said it.
“Well,” said Maric, laughing, “I’m not the one to judge another guy, so I’ll let you say what you’d like. I’ll see you around, alright?”
“Alright,” Malak replied, still a brilliant shade of pink from what she had just said; she watched Maric leave and then she lay down again.
Shortly afterwards, she figured she wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, so she got back into her clothes and stepped out. She wanted to talk to Reyson now, and so she spent the next few minutes “hunting him down”. She eventually found him in another bedroom, though he wasn’t undressing for bed or anything.
“Oh,” he exclaimed as the door opened, “hello, Malak. Are you feeling better now?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, “I’m fine. I just wanted to talk about something.”
“Feel free to,” said Reyson, “if you ever just want to talk, I’m almost always open, so...”
“I just wanted to say,” Said Malak, who was clearly nervous, “I... I feel comfortable around you. I feel like you’re there for me—to protect me, even if and when I don’t want help.”
“I am,” said Reyson, “I mean: I know you hate people helping you, but I just feel like it’s a duty. Sorry if I make you upset.”
“No, it’s...” Malak stammered, “I don’t know... it’s hard to explain.”
“You look tired,” Reyson remarked, “maybe you should try to go to sleep a little more and then come back. I’ll probably still be up by then.”
“Alright,” Malak replied, “I... alright; I’ll go.”
This also surprised Reyson, as he didn’t expect her to actually do what he told her to.
Reyson didn’t realize it, but He Had Reached Her.
~Azula~
what a delusion that was. this 55th shapter doesn't necessarily come up to scratch, what can I say? it's 4:55AM. xD
anyways, chapter 55. enjoy.
CHAPTER 55: HE HAD REACHED HER
Malak ended up sleeping through the night. Maric eventually came in, and being a waterbending prodigy like he was, he went to work on his sister. Granted, there were people in the base with much more skill than him, but it was the thought of a brother healing his twin sister that he figured Malak would like the best.
He was surprised to find that the entire time he was busy, Malak remained asleep. As he was finishing up and preparing to leave the room, there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it,” Maric asked calmly,
“Reyson,” the voice replied, “is it alright if I come in?”
“Aye,” Maric replied; considering that Malak hadn’t cared about being seen by Reyson in her underthings last night, he figured that she wouldn’t care if she was asleep.
“How is she,” Reyson asked, sitting down on the bed beside Maric,
“She’s fine,” Maric replied, “it’s a nasty mark though. She must have gotten pummeled really badly.”
“Ah,” Reyson replied, “that’s what I assumed. Of course, when she was with me it’s not like she was dressed like that though.”
“Of course not,” Maric replied, “but yet one thing makes me wonder: why was she fine with being seen like this in front of you?”
“I’m not sure,” Reyson replied, “I mean: I take it she doesn’t go like this out in public, does she?”
Maric chuckled, “I’m surprised she doesn’t, being the rebel she is,” he said, “I mean if you tell her something done in normal culture, she’ll generally aim to do the opposite.”
“Really now,” Reyson exclaimed,
“Well,” said Maric, “mostly. Still though, that makes me wonder... hey Malak, in common culture, people wear clothes.”
He paused and then imitated Malak.
“Well in that case...” he said and then imitated Malak reducing her clothing level to what it was now and running off. This stunt even made Reyson laugh. Siblings made fun of each other all the time anyways.
“You think she’d do that,” Reyson asked,
“Doubtful,” Maric replied, “I mean, if she hasn’t figured that out in 14 years, I think she knows better.”
“I should hope so,” said Reyson chuckling, “but then that leaves me with that question again: why was she okay with me coming in like that?”
“Well,” said Maric, “according to the Dragmire Twin logic, she’s okay only around people she’s comfortable with being around. Therefore, one can logically assume that she’s comfortable with being around you or perhaps, something a little more.”
“What are you saying?” Reyson asked,
“Are you really that naïve,” Maric chuckled,
“No,” Reyson replied, elbowing Maric, “but... that?”
“Aye,” Maric replied, “long story short, I think she has a crush on you, Reyson. And as her brother, I say get her out of my hair.”
Reyson and Maric both laughed, as they knew Maric wasn’t being serious. Reyson did question Maric’s first statement though.
“You seriously think she likes me?” he asked,
“I’d safely assume she does,” said Maric in response, “but like I’ve said before, we’re opposites. I mean, heck, I’m a guy and she’s a girl. That should say something from the start. Anyways, it’s true though. I’m fine around people; she likes being by herself. She’s shy, I’m not.”
“So if I wanted to approach her properly, what would I do?” Reyson asked, “I don’t like making people uncomfortable.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Maric replied, “I mean, I’m her brother, and I’ve been literally at her side nearly all my life, so she’s never been edgy around me. I’ve always been able to just turn to her and talk.”
“Ah,” Reyson remarked, “that’s true. Add another mark on the “dumb Reyson” list.”
“Heh,” Maric chuckled, “just say what you mean, and mean what you say when you talk to her and you should be fine. I don’t understand girls any more than you do.”
“Alright then,” Reyson replied, “I mean: I really care about her. I want her to be happy, especially when she’s around me.”
“She’ll like that,” Maric replied, “just keep treating her nicely and it’ll only be a matter of time before you see results.”
“Alright then” said Reyson, standing up, “I’m glad she’s going to be fine too. With hits as nasty as those, it had me worried.”
“One thing we have noticed,” Said Maric, “about the Dragmire name, is that like Tenoko, we’re made of some pretty durable stuff. It would actually lead me to believe that we ARE in fact related to her, but the last time we saw her she didn’t seem to recognize us at all, and so...”
“I understand,” Reyson replied, “but now I suppose I should leave you two here. I mean, even if she was comfortable with me here, I think at this point she deserves a little privacy from me.”
“Alright,” Maric replied, “I’ll see you later.”
Reyson stepped out and closed the door. A few minutes later, Malak stirred and woke up.
“Guuhh,” she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes “where am I?”
“The same place you last were, sis,” Maric chuckled, “oh, and Reyson stepped out a few minutes ago. He seemed really concerned about how well you were doing.”
“He,” Malak stammered, “he did?”
“Aye,” Maric replied, “I think he has the same crush on you that you have on him. And as your brother, I can say those sorts of things because that’s what siblings do to each other.”
“Stop it,” said Malak, hitting her brother’s arm,
“Just admit it,” said Maric, “I mean: we’re living under the same roof as Zakura. Word of this is going to spread like wildfire.”
Maric didn’t have to know Zakura too well to know that she did that sort of thing. He caught on quickly.
“So are you feeling better,” he asked her,
“Aye,” Malak replied, looking down at her stomach. Maric had done a pretty good job at clearing the bruises, and Malak felt much better as a result of this; they both were prodigious waterbenders and good healers as a result. Maric took his time to make sure he was accurate instead of efficient, especially with this being his twin sister.
“so Malak,” said Maric again, “I mean, I know I was kind of nudging you about this a few seconds ago, but in all honesty, what do you think of Reyson? I mean: this is me asking. He didn’t ask me to do this.”
“I...” Malak stammered, “I find myself comfortable around him; like he really is trying to always be there for me. He one time told me that he hated doing things that made people around him uncomfortable. I really admire that about him.”
“Do you want me to tell you a little secret,” he asked, grinning,
“Alright,” Malak replied, “what is it?”
“Well,” said Maric in response, “I think he has a similar crush on you. Oh, but you look tired. I’ll tell you more about it later.”
Maric got up and headed towards the door. Naturally Malak wasn’t going to let him do that. She got up and latched onto his arm, trying to pull him back to her bed.
“Shouldn’t you get dressed, Malak,” he laughed, putting his hand on the doorknob, “I mean, I’m going to open the door here...”
“No you’re not,” Malak snapped, dragging him backwards, “you’re going to talk to me about Reyson.”
Maric laughed, “Fine, fine, you win.” he said, letting her take her back to her bed. Instead of crawling back into it though she sat on the side of it beside him. She turned to face him.
“What did he say,” Malak asked, “tell me exactly what he said.”
“He said,” said Maric, “that he wanted you to be happy, especially when you were around him.”
Malak sighed dreamily. “He’s such a gentleman,” she said, but then she sort of snapped to her senses and realized that Maric had just heard that, and more importantly, the dreamy way she had said it.
“Well,” said Maric, laughing, “I’m not the one to judge another guy, so I’ll let you say what you’d like. I’ll see you around, alright?”
“Alright,” Malak replied, still a brilliant shade of pink from what she had just said; she watched Maric leave and then she lay down again.
Shortly afterwards, she figured she wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, so she got back into her clothes and stepped out. She wanted to talk to Reyson now, and so she spent the next few minutes “hunting him down”. She eventually found him in another bedroom, though he wasn’t undressing for bed or anything.
“Oh,” he exclaimed as the door opened, “hello, Malak. Are you feeling better now?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, “I’m fine. I just wanted to talk about something.”
“Feel free to,” said Reyson, “if you ever just want to talk, I’m almost always open, so...”
“I just wanted to say,” Said Malak, who was clearly nervous, “I... I feel comfortable around you. I feel like you’re there for me—to protect me, even if and when I don’t want help.”
“I am,” said Reyson, “I mean: I know you hate people helping you, but I just feel like it’s a duty. Sorry if I make you upset.”
“No, it’s...” Malak stammered, “I don’t know... it’s hard to explain.”
“You look tired,” Reyson remarked, “maybe you should try to go to sleep a little more and then come back. I’ll probably still be up by then.”
“Alright,” Malak replied, “I... alright; I’ll go.”
This also surprised Reyson, as he didn’t expect her to actually do what he told her to.
Reyson didn’t realize it, but He Had Reached Her.
~Azula~
