The Interrogation

Tiffany flicked both her hands up, orbs of crystal clear water appeared in her hands. She struck a warrior stance, just waiting for the chance to attack.

Kyle sighed, but didn't even try to get free. He knew that Tiffany had enchanted the dagger to pin him there and nothing can get him loose except the one who had enchanted it.

"Obviously."

"What do you want?"

"I wish you would trust me princess," replied Kyle wistfully, he looked at her with a twinkle shining in his golden eyes.

Tiffany glared at him under the scrutiny Kyle was giving her, "Problem is, demon, that you just haven't given me enough proof to trust you, so… why should I?"

"Please stop calling me a 'demon', dear," said Kyle, shivering slightly whenever he said the word, "I really hate that name, since I'm not one."

"Oh please," snorted Tiffany rolling her eyes for the tenth time, "stop acting, game over. Why in the world would you be here?"

"I already told you dear, I'm here to be your 'prince' and aid you in your quest to destroy the Evil Enchantress from ever rising again." Retorted Kyle exasperatedly.

Tiffany seized another dagger from a table nearby with her left hand and waved it through a ball of water appearing in her right hand. Then she diminished the water and elongated the dagger with magic, replicating it so that she had two.

He won't tell me, so I guess I'll have to do it the hard way, thought Tiffany smirking. She strode up to him and raised one sword to his neck, a thin dribble of blood seeped out from his vein.

"Now tell me," demanded Tiffany, "Who are you and why are you aiding me?"

Kyle flinched when his blood trickled out and became as rigid as he could, he could feel the cold silver blade of the sword touching his neck, "My name is Klystron and, I am aiding you because, I was the only one who was brave enough to… to befriend a water fairy. I was also the prince of that kingdom, and we had heard about the prophecy, and the king asked who was brave enough to aid a water fairy on this quest. Of course, none of them answered, so I did. So they sent me here and, the rest you know princess, of how we met." He smiled weakly after finishing his story.

"Still a story," sighed Tiffany. "I told you to tell me the truth!"

She swished the sword over his neck and Kyle started bleeding from the thin horizontal cut. Tiffany then summoned up a vial of sea water and poured it over his cut. The salt from within stung his neck to the point where he started to black out. Then just as he thought he was dying, a jerk of magic sent him back into the reality and he saw blood, but when he felt his neck, there was no sword, or cut there.

Looking around wildly, Kyle saw Tiffany with her back turned to him sitting on the carpet, shuffling her hands, a bright blue haze appeared surrounding him.

Kyle struggled with all his energy to speak, "Tiffany?"

Tiffany didn't answer, and with her back covering whatever she was doing so Kyle couldn't see what was happening. All of a sudden, she stood up, the mist vanished and Tiffany turned around to look at him.

"Looks like you were telling the truth Kyle," muttered Tiffany, gazing into his golden eyes. "Or should I call you Klystron now?"

"Sure, why not?"

Tiffany nodded her head slowly, "So, what is your plan?"

"Well," answered Klystron glancing around, then he whispered with amusement. "You should totally untie me first."

Stepping back with a glint shining in her eyes, Tiffany whispered back, "No, I rather like you better in this way, Klystron."

Klystron looked amusedly at Tiffany as she strode towards the door out of the living room.

Ever the headstrong princess, he thought. I knew convincing her was going to take time, but that was suspiciously fast.

"Where is the kitchen? I'm hungry." Called Tiffany back towards him.

He laughed shakily and called back to her, "Untie me first."

Tiffany glared at him and speeded out the doorway faster than anyone can run. "I'll find it myself then."

After a few minutes where Klystron dozed off, being tired, he heard a clanging sound coming from outside of the living room. "What's happening?" He called out.

Then no one answered, he fought against his restraint trying to get loose. His limbs were numb from being tied up for so long, and he was not able to get the dagger dug out of the wall. He tried taking off his jacket, but found that his shirt was pinned onto the wall as well. He tore off the shirt and finally getting free at last, he hurtled with extra power to the kitchen.

If anything had happened to Tiffany, if she was hurt—

He sprinted into the kitchen leaving his shirt behind, still pinned to the wall, and skidded to a stop at the kitchen doorway, loud music was blaring at the loudest possible setting. The kitchen was a disaster; pots and pans were scattered here and there, vegetables rolled around on the ground, bottles of water and milk were distributed around on the counters.

Klystron looked around the kitchen wildly as he strode inside, Tiffany wasn't there. He circled inside the kitchen and then stopped. Someone was trying to get something from the oven, the person's head was inside the oven, not minding the scalding heat.

He grabbed a saucepan from a nearby counter and raised it slowly. The person scooted out from the kitchen and appeared holding a chocolate cake. Raising the saucepan even higher and preparing to strike the person, the person turned around to face him, still holding the cake and Klystron was surprised to see who it was; Tiffany.

Dropping the saucepan hastily, he leaned on the counter and realized that Tiffany's upper body and hands all had frost clinging on them. So that was the reason why she had climbed into the oven.

"Why are you here?" she asked pointedly and kicking her legs out, the counter cleared and a plate and fork and carving knife appeared. She brought the cake over to the utensils and waved her hands to make the knife carve out a slice of the cake.

"I heard a clanging noise, so I came over here," muttered Klystron. The music was still blasting from the speakers and Klystron flicked his hand, decreasing the volume.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here," muttered Tiffany. "And why you're not wearing a shirt, for that matter." She looked at him up and down, lingering on his well muscled body.

"Like what you see?" Smirked Klystron.

Tiffany threw a glob of frosting at him, and Klystron dodged it easily.

"I'm going to go get a shirt," he called out as he strode out of the kitchen stealthily.

Tiffany grinned and went over to the cake she was baking, she picked up a fork and dug in hungrily. The delicious chocolate aroma and the sweet and savory taste of the cake drowned out the approaching footsteps behind her and suddenly she was drowning in cold water. She whirled around with her fork at the ready, and saw Klystron holding a bucket and laughing at her.

"Ha, now I got you back."

Glaring, Tiffany waved her hands and dried herself with magic, except the cold-water sense still lingered on her skin and she shivered, suddenly wishing she had a jacket. Hugging her arms, she stalked past Klystron and went out the kitchen looking for a bathroom.