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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.
Betas: Hannelore_K

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part III – Just Like You Imagined

Chapter 33.

Only the part where the chair sits is lit, a whitish light as if cast through a window. The rest of the room is sunk in darkness. We remain standing at its entrance; the room has wooden flooring, covered by this old carpet with small abstract patterns on white. Near his chair, very close to his leg, there’s this dog; tall, yet slim, with short shiny fur, colored like cigarette ashes. The animal looks at us with big wet eyes, as its master’s fingers play with the edge of one of its ears.

We stand still, quiet, looking at the new guy; I can bet the others are waiting to see what freaky and creepy thing will happen with this one. He is looking at us with just as much curiosity, as if scanning each one of us. I follow the movements of his hazel eyes as he studies each and every one of us. Yes, I know that longish dark hair, that lower lip pushed out like a spoiled brat does; I’ve seen him twice so far – in a dark room, knelt, as the rest of us were Frau’s pets scared by the howling of the subway train, and the other time…

“Hello!” Flake greets him.

“Hello!” He replies, but rather absent minded. He seems more absorbed in looking at us.

He looks young, and not too tall; he is fit, but nothing too special about him. He is wearing a black t-shirt, dark jeans and black hiking boots.

“The room of wonders,” he whispers, almost smiling, as if he’d been wondering where he’d met me before, too.

I turn my head and see one of the muscles on Richard’s face twitching. It is as if the guy can read his mind. So, Richard is recalling him too. He was the guy suspended up there, floating and spinning slowly.

Then he must be…

“We were wondering, are you the master of this castle?” Flake rushes with the question.

“You could say that, I guess,” the guy replies calmly, on a casual tone.

“I mean do you live here?” Flake insists.

“You could say that too, I spend a lot of time here.”

“Oh!” Flake sighs, disappointed. He hasn’t figured it out, yet.

I look again at Richard; this one is already furious. He knows, too.

“We thought that here lives the Dragon that took the Sun,” Olli explains.

“Ah, ok!” The guy agrees with him.

Then, a few seconds of silence follow.

“You must be tired. You should take a seat,” the guy says and shifts on his chair a bit.

I turn to look at Richard again, but I realize that the whole room has changed. We are in this large hall, with wide windows and white translucent walls. There are different columns and bas-relief sculptures on the walls, along with portions covered by satin dark-red curtains. But what caught my eyes and caused me wonder was what could be seen outside the windows – the Universe; dark and with stars and constellations and galaxies. Inside our hall, though, is light - not electric, but daylight.

I’m at that stage, though, that nothing can make me wonder anymore about how it is possible to happen. It has been such a long and tiring journey.

“We didn’t come all this way to chit-chat with a weird fuck like you!”

Richard has snapped. Richard can’t hold it any longer.

We all five turn to look at him, stunned. But the new guy’s sigh catches my attention, making me look at him. He places his right hand under his left elbow and grips the wooden, sculpted arm of the chair.

Then, behind me, I hear that thump followed by a surprised and angry “What the fuck?” shout from Richard.

I twist my head, panicked, to see Richard lying on the floor, wearing a furious and yet, desperate look in his eye, as he appears to be struggling with an invisible creature that is forcing him to lay down there.

“What kind of shit is this, you fuck?” Richard yells and he seems to be trying to lift his body and limbs off the floor, but he can’t, as if this huge invisible hand holds him there.

“You, leave him!” Paul jumps to grab that guy’s throat, but in the same second we all see him rising up from the floor and floating into the air.

“Put him down!”

Olli raises his flamethrower, but, in the same instant, this huge armchair made of stone detaches itself from a wall and slides very fast toward him; the piece of furniture hits the back of his legs, making him fall on the seat. Then, from the body of the armchair, these vines of stone emerge and coil fast around Olli’s forearms and body, forcing him to remain seated on the chair.

“Hey!” Christoph yells, but the glance in the guy’s eyes makes him stop.

“I think you wouldn’t want to end up like them,” Flake whispers near me, but addressing Schneider. This one only huffs, and remains still.

A few seconds of silence follow.

“You can have a seat, if you’re that tired,” the guy’s voice breaks the awkward silence.

“We came here with a mission, we don’t have time to sit and stuff,” Paul’s angry voice comes from up there where he is floating in the air. In the same second, his body appears to be thrown by an invisible, giant hand, to the line where the ceiling is meeting with one of the walls. Paul whimpers when he hits the sturdiness of the wall.

“You could be more gentle,” Christoph says, but on a very respectful tone.

I turn my head back to the guy, alarmed, thinking that he’ll do something to Schneider now. But, the corner of the guy’s lips rises a bit, in a half smile.

“He is worried about you,” the guy tells Christoph. “And yes, I can read your thoughts,” he addresses my not yet formulated question.

I watch him as he is shifting position again, leaning on his right side now, just enough for his fingers to be able to scratch the head of the dog that is sitting near his chair.

“If you read minds, then you know why we’re here,” Flake ties back the broken thread of the conversation.

“It would be more polite of me to let you tell me,” the guy replies.

“We came to kill that damn lizard, you moron!” Richard shouts at him, angry because he is still glued to the floor.

“There’s a lizard in my garden?” The guy asks calmly, and suddenly I have the image of the small pond with still and crystal clear waters in which there were those ancient ruins.

“What garden?” Olli grumbles. “The Dragon!” He replies quickly, making me turn my head, as if surprised that he is still with us. Yes, he is, stuck on that armchair like made of living stone; I can see it changing its color and the angles of light reflecting back, as if it were liquid.

Is this guy making fun of us, or what?

Then, when looking outside the windows, my heart freezes in my chest – this immense white light flashes for a split of a second, followed by this rising mushroom of dust and flames. The atomic bomb!

“The Dragon that stole the Sun,” Christoph adds, making me twist my head back.

“Uh huh!” The guy states, and then remains silent, his fingers playing with the ears of the dog.

Flake sighs. I think I should intervene.

“We thought that this was where the Dragon was hiding. This castle, I mean.”

“Alright,” the guy nods agreeing with me.

“I guess you should know since you live here,” Flake comes to my aid.

The guy seems to be thinking for a bit, as if he’s trying to recall if he has a dragon among his possessions, or not.

“Sorry, we’d expected something more like a fire-spitting dragon, not a human…” I hear myself babble as I’m staring, like I’ve lost myself, into his eyes, and as if I’m caressing the contours of his face with my look.

“I’m sorry,” he replies. “I could be that too, if you want me to.”

But that last line sounds to me as if he’s said it on a tone telling, beyond the words, that he’d do a whole lot for me, if I wanted him to.

“Why a human form?” Flake asks, and I feel Christoph’s fingers squeezing my forearm as if trying to wake me up. Flake continues his phrase: “I mean, if you wanted to deceive us, you would…”

“An ugly shape, like one of a fire-spitting dragon would have made it easier for you to finish me off?”

His words come like an icy shower, even if his tone and position remain just as calm and relaxed as before.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any offense…” Flake stutters, embarrassed.

“Well, isn’t this what you came here for?”

The guy straightens his back a bit. He detaches his fingers off the dog’s head, lifts his arm and runs his hand through his hair with a slow motion. My glance follows the track of his palm, and watching him I feel like everything is freezing inside me. As his fingers go further between the long strands of his hair, from under his palm crossing his scalp, the same hair starts appearing very short, a buzz-cut. And, while that process occurs, his face appears, bit by bit, more tanned, and matured. He himself seems transformed into this muscled man, older than the guy that was sitting there in front of us.

“Now, what the fuck is this?” I hear Richard’s stunned whisper. He is asking himself, rather than the guy on the chair.

“What about the Sun?” Flake rushes into the conversation, probably to get the guy’s attention away from Richard.

“What about it?”

“Well, they say you took it and hid it away,” Christoph explains. “That’s what we came here for, to get it back.”

“Oh, right!”

The guy shifts position again and keeps looking at us without adding any other word.

“This is annoying,” comes Paul’s whisper.

“I guess they were lies,” I start to talk again. “I mean, nothing that we knew or we were expecting…”

“When is it, then?” He interrupts me.

“Huh?”

He puts his elbow on the arm of his chair and rests his chin in his palm.

“When does it happen in life that things are like you knew or were told or even expected them to be?”

“Never,” I pronounce, but his lips whisper the word in the same time as I do. This silences me again.

I turn my head to look at the windows. This time I can see an ocean shore, and somewhere in the distance, a beach with people on it, and not too far away from the beach, buildings that seem to be part of a modern city. The scene isn’t serene at all – under a gray sky with heavy black clouds, the ocean is swirling like a furious animal trapped in a cage. And, just as an angry beast, the ocean stretches its huge waves, like clawed paws, toward the shores and the beach, killing those people and destroying all civilization in an instant.

Horrified, I turn my head back to look again at that guy. And I almost yelp in surprise. He has changed his appearance again. He looks a bit younger than before, and his hair has grown a bit; the fringe is longer though, covering his tall forehead and the ends of the hair strands falling into his eyes. The dog is gone, also.

“There’s something I don’t get,” I recall that something that I always wanted to ask.

The guy reclines on his back better, and puts his hands on his lap, as if getting ready to hear me.

“They say you stole the Sun, but how come all the time, through our way here, the Sun was always up there, in the sky?”

A crooked smile starts to move his lips.

“What would I do with that thing up there in the sky? That’s only an incandescent ball. A ball of incandescent gases… What would I need that for?”

~ To Be Continued ~
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