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Outtake: Kyle and Addy


February 19, 2013 by Lyn

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

“So we’re going to do this, aren’t we?”

The look on Addy’s face made Kyle want to hug her forever.  But this was way too serious for that.

“We are.  Yeah. Yeah, I think we are.”

“Then I should buy you a collar, shouldn’t I?”

A collar would mean this was really real, really happening.  “Yeah.  I think you ought to.  And then we should write this all up and sign it.”

“Should we get it notarized?”  She was probably teasing.  She wasn’t cy’Drake, after all.

“Ha. But maybe we should keep two copies of the contract with our Mentors.”

“Are you sure you trust me enough for this?”

“Addy, I trust you enough to control my entire being for a year.  I’d say you can give me a little leeway in my paranoia.”

“Hrrmph.  I suppose you have a point.”

“Several.”  He gestured, smiling again, at his fox ears.

“Ha, ha.” Her smile made him relax again.  They were going to be okay.

Wednesday, January 7, 2004

“Where are you going?”


It had not been a good day.  It had been, as a matter of fact, one of those very bad days.  It had started with a stupid argument with Arien in his Chemistry class.  It had moved from there to a brain-dead mistake in History that left Professor Valerian going “I expected better of you, Kyle.”  And then in Lit, his pen had exploded all over his pants.

Kyle knew better than to even think the words “the day could not get worse.”  He knew it could get worse.  But right now, that was looking like a slim and distant possibility.

“Out.  No.”

And there it went.  He sat down with a thump.  “Why not?”

“Because we’re not supposed to be out without an escort.”

“I need to go to the Store.”

“There’s nothing you ‘need’ right now.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I don’t want you going out.”

“Why not?”

“Because the last thing I need today is for you to be wandering off.”

“Wandering… what the fuck? I’m not a little lost dog, you know.”

“Kyle, for once just do what you’re told.”

“For once?”  He stood back up.  “Adannaya, I’ve been nothing but cooperative since you put this collar on me.”

“You question everything!”  She stood, too, hands on her hips.

“Just the things that don’t make sense to me.  And it’s not all that much.”

“Why can’t you trust me to know what I’m doing?”

“I do.  But it hasn’t been that long.  I don’t know if you know that much about me yet.  And I’m getting twitchy.  I don’t like getting twitchy.”

“You sound like you’re threatening me.”

“No.  No, I don’t.  I might sound like Bow…”

“Don’t say it!”

“What he sounded like when he threatened you, but a), I don’t threaten, b), I don’t threaten you, and c), if I was going to threaten anyone, it wouldn’t be sideways.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I am saying.  That I need some air.  Because I don’t do well cooped up.”

“Neither do I!”

“Well then, why don’t we get the fuck out of this prison for a while?”

He was bellowing, shouting at the top of his theatrical lungs.  And then she just looked at him.

Shit.  A knot of guilt and misery tangled Kyle’s guts. Shit, shit, shit.  Shit, shit, shit, shit!  He found himself falling to his knees.  “Addy…”

She was over to him before he could say anything else.  “No, no, Kyle.”  Her arms went around his neck.  “No, honey.  That’s a beautiful idea.”

Wednesday, January 28, 2005

“You’re really not my type.  Thanks.”  Kyle backed up slowly down the hall.  “I mean, really.”

“That won’t matter if your Keeper has reason to share, will it?”

“I’d like to think my Keeper would keep my sanity and well-being in mind.”

“Awww, they’re so cute when they’re young and naive. We’ll be seeing you again.”

“It’s a small school.”

He was treading a thin line, he knew, talking back to Tess and Lucian, but the alternative was to not talk back to them, and that way lay uncomfortable threesomes, foursomes, or other things he didn’t really want to contemplate.

And he didn’t want to take his eyes off of them, either, so he kept backing up, until he ran into something solid.

“Watch where you’re walking.”  “Where I’m…” He turned around, and looked into the face of an irritated-looking Irish rock.  Shit, Kellagh.  “Sorry.”  He held up both  hands and tried to look apologetic.  “Didn’t see you there.”

“If you walked like a normal guy, you wouldn’t have missed me.”  Oh, good, he was ready for a fight.  “Just get the fuck out of the way.”

“I, uh, I have to go that way to get home.” He gestured behind Kellagh.  He really didn’t want a fight.  He wasn’t sure he could handle a Sixth Cohort. “I don’t mean to be trouble…”

“I said get out of my way.”  Kellagh went straight from the snarl into a working.  “Meentik Eperu μαχαίρι!”

Suddenly, Kyle was dodging a hail of knives.  Just as suddenly, someone pushed him to the ground and spat out a series of Workings, pushing up a wild wind and throwing the knives back in Kellagh’s face.  “Back. The Fuck.  Off of my Kept.”

He had never heard Addy swear like that.  It was the most beautiful thing.

Kellagh grunted.  “The fuck?”

“You attacked what is mine.  If you leave, now, after promising to never touch him again while he’s mine, I’ll consider it even.  If you don’t…” She muttered under her breath, and the wind whipped even wilder.

“I…”  He couldn’t even, really, say he didn’t know Kyle was Kept.  “Sorry.”  He fled, wisely.

Kyle stood up, checking himself briefly for wounds and Addy much more thoroughly.  “Addy… you were wonderful.”

She pressed her lips to his.  “You’re mine.”

This was going to be beautiful.



This story was written in response to Gudy’s donation and request for more Kyle and Addy

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  1. Rix says:

    These two sound like they’re going to work out.

  2. Kuro_Neko says:

    This was great. I was really hoping these two would work out. Thanks for the update.

  3. Karen Tozzi says:

    Curious: who if anyone has kept someone with the same mentor?

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