Alex and Jaz by Hex

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Mention of an unmentioned character death. Non graphic.

A month later in the outdoor training area

Nathaniel leans back against the palace wall as he watches the now healed thief literally bounce of the walls. Jaz, who stands beside him, cheers her on.

After a candle mark of flips, jumps, running, and just moving in ways no normal person can, Alex stops and bends over to catch her breath. “I need to practice more.”

His jaw dropping Nate says, “You’ve just done more things that my guards can do and all you can say is you need more practice?”

“It has only been what? A candle mark? I need more stamina before we can go through with anything,” she says sighing in disgust grabbing a towel to dry herself with.

A blush appears on the heir’s face, showing where that statement went in his mind. Looking at him Jaz breaks down into giggles. As Alex looks from Jaz to the Prince she too blushes and then throws her towel at him. “Watch where your mind goes Nate.”

“Um where did his mind go? I mean he’s still here and thinking, I can tell by him blushing; so where did it go?” Jaz questions innocently.

As Nate blanches, Alex blushes harder and explains, “I mean he started thinking of something else, and before you ask what all I will tell you is it was a grown up puppy thought; so you are to young to know.”

“So ya mean it had to do with sleeping together? I don’t know why ya people are so shy about sleeping together I mean I’ve done it with ya, Alex, and… mph,” Jaz’s mouth is now covered by Alex’s and Nate’s hands.

The older thief groans and puts her face in her other hand, “I am so having Nan give you ‘the talk’.”

“She gave it to you as well?” Nate asks her.

Nodding she says, “Yes, of course I was younger than Jaz. I think she thought I would give it to Jaz.” Shuddering the thief then yelps in pain, dislodging the other’s hand as she jerks hers away from the youngest thief’s mouth. “Deus damnare (God damn) Jaz!”

“Well I needed to breath ya know!” defends the girl.

Alex turns to Nathaniel, “I have a favor to ask you later but first I must take care of this.” She then grabs Jaz by the shoulder and starts walking to the infirmary.

A couple candle marks later outside the infirmary

Nate stands outside the infirmary waiting for the two inside to come out. After waiting awhile he is finally rewarded in his patience when the two girls walk out. Looking at Jaz first he sees the tan girl blushing bright red, and her eyes are wide. He then looks at Alex, the normally pale girl is even more so, and has a tinge of pink in her cheeks. When her eyes meet his she blushes harder and whimpers a little. “I take it that it didn’t go quite as planed?” he asks curiously.

Taking a deep breath the older girl steadies herself before talking, “You are correct. It turns out that she wanted to give me a revised ‘talk’ as well. Jaz? Why do you not go and avoid males for the rest of the day, I shall tell the King that you are otherwise occupied.”

Nodding automatically the younger thief turns and walks right into Matthew who has come looking for her. Yelping she says, “Don’t even think about anything like what I just heard target!” She then goes around him and runs the rest of the way to her room.

The youngest Prince points after her with a questioning look. “Nadie just gave her the ‘talk’,” Nathaniel says laughing.

“Oh. She’s really pretty when she blushes, don’t you think so?” he asks in return.

Shaking his head Nate says, “You have it bad brother; and yes she does look cute, but she is far too young to be pretty to me.”

“She better be,” growls Alex. “Inform the King that Jaz will not be available to deliver messages for the rest of the day, will you Matthew? And you… I have a favor to ask of you.” She the grabs the heir by the hand and leads him towards somewhere private to talk.

In the abandoned Blacksmith’s shop

“So this is where you lived?” Nathaniel asks the thief as she searches through piles of stuff.

Looking over her shoulder Alex nods, “Yes, this is home. Now where did I stash that thing?”

Taking a seat at the table in the center of the room the Prince takes a look around the place. What he notices the most is the amount of moving objects, clocks, music boxes, and toys. All of which bear signs of fixing. “Did you fix all of these?”

“Yes. It is… relaxing when it is not covered in dust,” she replies wandering behind a line of piles. “I knew it! Jaz took it.” Coming back she carries a twelve inch tall ivory crucifix.

Studying the crucifix in her grasp Nate suddenly gasps in recognition, “That’s the cross that my grandfather gave his wife. I remember seeing it as a child.”

“Technically it is a crucifix. I would not know the story behind it just how it was stolen,” the thief says with a smirk.

Reaching out to take a hold of it he asks, “How did you steal it, when did you steal it?”

“Please, like I would steal a crucifix to keep. Seth stole it when we were seven,” she says with a soft smile.

His eyes narrowing Nate questions, “Who is Seth?”

“He is my partner,” is the answer.

“Partner?!” yelps the Prince.

Looking at the boy in surprise she then sighs, “Oh for the love of Deus (God). My thieving partner, not a lover partner; though he might have been in time. I should also have said he was my partner, he no longer is.”

“Why did he leave you?” Nate asks after calming down.

“He did not have a choice,” she snaps back.

Nathaniel’s eyes widen in realization, “Oh. My apologies, may I ask how he died?”

“No,” she then sighs and sits in the chair on the other side of the table. “I dared him to steal something from a guard. I… I did not know that is was a false guard. Th… they killed him, beat him and left him to die. When I tried to get help… they said it was just a thief. I was stultus (a fool), why did I do that? I was fourteen; I should have known that they looked wrong.” As her voice cracks in grief a tear rolls down one cheek.

Hurriedly standing he makes his way around the table and wraps his arms around her. “Shh. It will be alright. We’ll get those fake guards and we’ll avenge his death,” he whispers into her ear.

The hitch in her breathing is the only sign of her continued grief. After a few minutes she pulls back from his hold, sitting back further in her seat. Looking at him with now dry eyes she tilts her head in thought.

Nate brushes some of the hair that escaped from the pony tail behind her ear. As he looks at her, she moves her face closet to his, and just as he thinks she is about to kiss him… she does. Darting towards the side of his face, she kisses him on the cheek.

“Gratias (thanks)…” she gives a small laugh and switches to English. “Thank you, Nathaniel.” Looking into his wide eyes she blushes lightly before changing the subject. “I am going to pack some more items for Jaz and I. If you are thirsty there is a well in the next room.”

As the thief walks off the Prince puts his fingertips to his cheek, he then slowly breaks into a wide smile.

The throne room

Voices drift towards the throne room announcing the arrival of the two young adults.

“I don’t believe that you had a pet,” says a low male voice.

“I did! Granted they were Nan’s leaches but I considered them my pets,” argues a slightly husky female voice.

“You said you had a pet now, I haven’t seen it,” he shoots back.

Entering the room carrying two bags Alex looks behind her and answers, “Of course you have. My pet is standing right next to the King.”

As he enters behind her, Nate looks towards his father and sees only one thing next to him besides his mother.

“Hey! I’m so not a pet!” yelps Jazmine from the King’s side.

With a smirk Alex says, “I feed you, exercise you, and take care of you; you are a pet.” At the low kittenish growl she continues, “See you even sound like one.”

“You’re in a good mood. How? And I’m not sure I like ya in a good mood,” huffs the younger girl.

Now scowling the older girl says, “None of your business.”

“I thought that was your name?” quips Nate beside her.

Switch a bag so she now holds both in one hand, she then swats the Prince none to gently in the chest.

“Ow!” he yelps putting the bags that he carries on the floor he rubs his chest and pouts. “What was that for?”

“That got old the first day you used it Nate,” she says also putting one of the bags on the floor next to the others. She then walks up to Marcus and hands him the other bag. “I thought I should return this to help repay your kindness.”

He opens the bag and gasps when he sees what’s inside, “My mother’s crucifix. It’s been ten years since this disappeared. You stole it?”

“Why does everyone assume that I was the one that stole it?” asks a slightly annoyed Alex.

Raising an eyebrow Matt answers, “Because you’re a thief?”

“Master thief, and true,” she agrees. “No I did not steal it, but I know who did. He left it to me when he died.”

“It’s beautiful,” admires the Queen.

“Yep it sure is pretty. I’m not too sure about the guy on it, but I like the color,” Jaz agrees.

At the astonished looks from the people in the room Alex sighs as she drops her head into her hands. “I have not had quite enough time to go into religion with her. I will ask Josette to do that.”

“I’ll ask her for you. I have to talk to her anyway,” Nate tells her.

With a curious look the older thief nods her head in agreement. “Gratias ago tibi (thank you), now if you will excuse me I need rest, so I shall head to bed now. Bona nocte (Good night).”

“I’ll go inform Josette of her new subject to teach, if I may be excused Mother, Father?” the heir asks.

Running his hand over the crucifix Marcus nods his head, “Of course my son.”

“Will I see you before you settle in for the night or shall I see you in the morrow?” Carmela inquires of her son.

“Probably in the morrow Mother,” he says as he gives his mother a kiss on the check. “Good night.”

In the library

Waving off Raymond, Nathaniel goes deeper into the library search for his friend. Spying the younger girl reading a book he sneaks up behind her, “BOO!”

The girl jumps in surprise and then swings a book around knocking the Prince in the face. As she sees just who she has hit she drops the book and gasps, “Oh my. My Prince are you alright?” She kneels down next to him.

“I’m fine,” he says as he wipes a bit of blood from his nose. “I think I might bruise, but I’m fine, and what have I said about calling me ‘my Prince’.”

Exhaling in relief Josette says, “Oh good.” She then slaps him upside the head. “That’s for scaring me Nate. I’ve told you not to do that.”

“Ow! I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry,” he yelps.

“Good,” she says helping him to his feet. “Now what has brought you to visit today?”

Rubbing the back of his neck he asks, “Can’t I just come to spend time with a good friend?”

“Yes,” she smiles in reply taking her seat again. “But not since Alex has come to live here.”

With a nervous laugh he sits and apologizes, “Sorry, I just…”

“Really like her?” Josette teases. “Can’t stop thinking of her, must spend time in her presence, and must try to make her fall for you? Hm?”

“Quite you,” Nate replies. “One of the reasons I came was to let you know that Jaz knows nothing about religion. So you’ve been volunteered to teach her.”

“No I wouldn’t expect a street child to know much about religion,” she leans forward. “Now why are you really here?”

Looking around he leans forward as well, “She kissed me.”

“Jaz?” asks a shocked Josette.

“No! Not Jaz. Alex,” he yelps.

“Reallyyyy?” she grins, “I didn’t take her for the type to kiss so soon.”

Blushing Nate corrects himself, “Well she didn’t kiss, kiss me. She kissed my cheek.”

“That sounds a bit more like her,” she says. “But what brought it on?”

Shrugging he explains, “She told me something about her past that upset her. So I comforted her and when she composed herself she… kissed me.”

“Hmm…” she leans back. “Jaz has told me that she, Alex that is, does seem to treat you differently then she’s, Jaz, ever seen Alex treat anybody.”

“I only know one thing for sure right now,” he tells her, “She’s very pretty when she blushes.”

“Which I’m sure you try to cause as often as possible,” she then breaks into giggles as the Prince nods smugly.

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Alex and Jaz by Hex [Reviews - 1] Chapter or Story Table of Contents - Text Size + Author's Chapter Notes: Mention of an unmentioned character death. Non graphic. A month later in the outdoor training area Nathaniel leans back against the palace wall as he watches the now healed thief literally bounce of the walls. Jaz, who stands beside him, cheers her on. After a candle mark of flips, jumps, running, and just moving in ways no normal person can, Alex stops and bends over to catch her breath. “I need to practice more.” His jaw dropping Nate says, “You’ve just done more things that my guards can do and all you can say is you need more practice?” “It has only been what? A candle mark? I need more stamina before we can go through with anything,” she says sighing in disgust grabbing a towel to dry herself with. A blush appears on the heir’s face, showing where that statement went in his mind. Looking at him Jaz breaks down into giggles. As Alex looks from Jaz to the Prince she too blushes and then throws her towel at him. “Watch where your mind goes Nate.” “Um where did his mind go? I mean he’s still here and thinking, I can tell by him blushing; so where did it go?” Jaz questions innocently. As Nate blanches, Alex blushes harder and explains, “I mean he started thinking of something else, and before you ask what all I will tell you is it was a grown up puppy thought; so you are to young to know.” “So ya mean it had to do with sleeping together? I don’t know why ya people are so shy about sleeping together I mean I’ve done it with ya, Alex, and… mph,” Jaz’s mouth is now covered by Alex’s and Nate’s hands. The older thief groans and puts her face in her other hand, “I am so having Nan give you ‘the talk’.” “She gave it to you as well?” Nate asks her. Nodding she says, “Yes, of course I was younger than Jaz. I think she thought I would give it to Jaz.” Shuddering the thief then yelps in pain, dislodging the other’s hand as she jerks hers away from the youngest thief’s mouth. “Deus damnare (God damn) Jaz!” “Well I needed to breath ya know!” defends the girl. Alex turns to Nathaniel, “I have a favor to ask you later but first I must take care of this.” She then grabs Jaz by the shoulder and starts walking to the infirmary. A couple candle marks later outside the infirmary Nate stands outside the infirmary waiting for the two inside to come out. After waiting awhile he is finally rewarded in his patience when the two girls walk out. Looking at Jaz first he sees the tan girl blushing bright red, and her eyes are wide. He then looks at Alex, the normally pale girl is even more so, and has a tinge of pink in her cheeks. When her eyes meet his she blushes harder and whimpers a little. “I take it that it didn’t go quite as planed?” he asks curiously. Taking a deep breath the older girl steadies herself before talking, “You are correct. It turns out that she wanted to give me a revised ‘talk’ as well. Jaz? Why do you not go and avoid males for the rest of the day, I shall tell the King that you are otherwise occupied.” Nodding automatically the younger thief turns and walks right into Matthew who has come looking for her. Yelping she says, “Don’t even think about anything like what I just heard target!” She then goes around him and runs the rest of the way to her room. The youngest Prince points after her with a questioning look. “Nadie just gave her the ‘talk’,” Nathaniel says laughing. “Oh. She’s really pretty when she blushes, don’t you think so?” he asks in return. Shaking his head Nate says, “You have it bad brother; and yes she does look cute, but she is far too young to be pretty to me.” “She better be,” growls Alex. “Inform the King that Jaz will not be available to deliver messages for the rest of the day, will you Matthew? And you… I have a favor to ask of you.” She the grabs the heir by the hand and leads him towards somewhere private to talk. In the abandoned Blacksmith’s shop “So this is where you lived?” Nathaniel asks the thief as she searches through piles of stuff. Looking over her shoulder Alex nods, “Yes, this is home. Now where did I stash that thing?” Taking a seat at the table in the center of the room the Prince takes a look around the place. What he notices the most is the amount of moving objects, clocks, music boxes, and toys. All of which bear signs of fixing. “Did you fix all of these?” “Yes. It is… relaxing when it is not covered in dust,” she replies wandering behind a line of piles. “I knew it! Jaz took it.” Coming back she carries a twelve inch tall ivory crucifix. Studying the crucifix in her grasp Nate suddenly gasps in recognition, “That’s the cross that my grandfather gave his wife. I remember seeing it as a child.” “Technically it is a crucifix. I would not know the story behind it just how it was stolen,” the thief says with a smirk. Reaching out to take a hold of it he asks, “How did you steal it, when did you steal it?” “Please, like I would steal a crucifix to keep. Seth stole it when we were seven,” she says with a soft smile. His eyes narrowing Nate questions, “Who is Seth?” “He is my partner,” is the answer. “Partner?!” yelps the Prince. Looking at the boy in surprise she then sighs, “Oh for the love of Deus (God). My thieving partner, not a lover partner; though he might have been in time. I should also have said he was my partner, he no longer is.” “Why did he leave you?” Nate asks after calming down. “He did not have a choice,” she snaps back. Nathaniel’s eyes widen in realization, “Oh. My apologies, may I ask how he died?” “No,” she then sighs and sits in the chair on the other side of the table. “I dared him to steal something from a guard. I… I did not know that is was a false guard. Th… they killed him, beat him and left him to die. When I tried to get help… they said it was just a thief. I was stultus (a fool), why did I do that? I was fourteen; I should have known that they looked wrong.” As her voice cracks in grief a tear rolls down one cheek. Hurriedly standing he makes his way around the table and wraps his arms around her. “Shh. It will be alright. We’ll get those fake guards and we’ll avenge his death,” he whispers into her ear. The hitch in her breathing is the only sign of her continued grief. After a few minutes she pulls back from his hold, sitting back further in her seat. Looking at him with now dry eyes she tilts her head in thought. Nate brushes some of the hair that escaped from the pony tail behind her ear. As he looks at her, she moves her face closet to his, and just as he thinks she is about to kiss him… she does. Darting towards the side of his face, she kisses him on the cheek. “Gratias (thanks)…” she gives a small laugh and switches to English. “Thank you, Nathaniel.” Looking into his wide eyes she blushes lightly before changing the subject. “I am going to pack some more items for Jaz and I. If you are thirsty there is a well in the next room.” As the thief walks off the Prince puts his fingertips to his cheek, he then slowly breaks into a wide smile. The throne room Voices drift towards the throne room announcing the arrival of the two young adults. “I don’t believe that you had a pet,” says a low male voice. “I did! Granted they were Nan’s leaches but I considered them my pets,” argues a slightly husky female voice. “You said you had a pet now, I haven’t seen it,” he shoots back. Entering the room carrying two bags Alex looks behind her and answers, “Of course you have. My pet is standing right next to the King.” As he enters behind her, Nate looks towards his father and sees only one thing next to him besides his mother. “Hey! I’m so not a pet!” yelps Jazmine from the King’s side. With a smirk Alex says, “I feed you, exercise you, and take care of you; you are a pet.” At the low kittenish growl she continues, “See you even sound like one.” “You’re in a good mood. How? And I’m not sure I like ya in a good mood,” huffs the younger girl. Now scowling the older girl says, “None of your business.” “I thought that was your name?” quips Nate beside her. Switch a bag so she now holds both in one hand, she then swats the Prince none to gently in the chest. “Ow!” he yelps putting the bags that he carries on the floor he rubs his chest and pouts. “What was that for?” “That got old the first day you used it Nate,” she says also putting one of the bags on the floor next to the others. She then walks up to Marcus and hands him the other bag. “I thought I should return this to help repay your kindness.” He opens the bag and gasps when he sees what’s inside, “My mother’s crucifix. It’s been ten years since this disappeared. You stole it?” “Why does everyone assume that I was the one that stole it?” asks a slightly annoyed Alex. Raising an eyebrow Matt answers, “Because you’re a thief?” “Master thief, and true,” she agrees. “No I did not steal it, but I know who did. He left it to me when he died.” “It’s beautiful,” admires the Queen. “Yep it sure is pretty. I’m not too sure about the guy on it, but I like the color,” Jaz agrees. At the astonished looks from the people in the room Alex sighs as she drops her head into her hands. “I have not had quite enough time to go into religion with her. I will ask Josette to do that.” “I’ll ask her for you. I have to talk to her anyway,” Nate tells her. With a curious look the older thief nods her head in agreement. “Gratias ago tibi (thank you), now if you will excuse me I need rest, so I shall head to bed now. Bona nocte (Good night).” “I’ll go inform Josette of her new subject to teach, if I may be excused Mother, Father?” the heir asks. Running his hand over the crucifix Marcus nods his head, “Of course my son.” “Will I see you before you settle in for the night or shall I see you in the morrow?” Carmela inquires of her son. “Probably in the morrow Mother,” he says as he gives his mother a kiss on the check. “Good night.” In the library Waving off Raymond, Nathaniel goes deeper into the library search for his friend. Spying the younger girl reading a book he sneaks up behind her, “BOO!” The girl jumps in surprise and then swings a book around knocking the Prince in the face. As she sees just who she has hit she drops the book and gasps, “Oh my. My Prince are you alright?” She kneels down next to him. “I’m fine,” he says as he wipes a bit of blood from his nose. “I think I might bruise, but I’m fine, and what have I said about calling me ‘my Prince’.” Exhaling in relief Josette says, “Oh good.” She then slaps him upside the head. “That’s for scaring me Nate. I’ve told you not to do that.” “Ow! I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry,” he yelps. “Good,” she says helping him to his feet. “Now what has brought you to visit today?” Rubbing the back of his neck he asks, “Can’t I just come to spend time with a good friend?” “Yes,” she smiles in reply taking her seat again. “But not since Alex has come to live here.” With a nervous laugh he sits and apologizes, “Sorry, I just…” “Really like her?” Josette teases. “Can’t stop thinking of her, must spend time in her presence, and must try to make her fall for you? Hm?” “Quite you,” Nate replies. “One of the reasons I came was to let you know that Jaz knows nothing about religion. So you’ve been volunteered to teach her.” “No I wouldn’t expect a street child to know much about religion,” she leans forward. “Now why are you really here?” Looking around he leans forward as well, “She kissed me.” “Jaz?” asks a shocked Josette. “No! Not Jaz. Alex,” he yelps. “Reallyyyy?” she grins, “I didn’t take her for the type to kiss so soon.” Blushing Nate corrects himself, “Well she didn’t kiss, kiss me. She kissed my cheek.” “That sounds a bit more like her,” she says. “But what brought it on?” Shrugging he explains, “She told me something about her past that upset her. So I comforted her and when she composed herself she… kissed me.” “Hmm…” she leans back. “Jaz has told me that she, Alex that is, does seem to treat you differently then she’s, Jaz, ever seen Alex treat anybody.” “I only know one thing for sure right now,” he tells her, “She’s very pretty when she blushes.” “Which I’m sure you try to cause as often as possible,” she then breaks into giggles as the Prince nods smugly. Previous Next You must login (register) to review.

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