Peace...And yet...

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He sat on the shore of the lake, listening to the water lap. His knees were pulled to his chest, arms draped over them, head bowed. His arm had been hurting more and more, but the harder he tried to remember what had happened that day, the less her remembered at all. His mind was racing through memories, trying to put together some of the missing pieces in his life.

It stopped on one particular one:

"Muff," her voice echoed in his head as though she'd been speaking directly to him, "".Mother didn't stop this time. I have a gash in my head, but my bandage has a horse on it, so it's not too bad." She'd disappeared without a trace. He'd been worried for the worse, but at least she was alive. "They're sending me to live with my aunt, and wouldn't let me say goodbye, so I'm sorry. Don't get into too many fights without me, and I left my slingshot with paintballs under the porch. Don't worry about me, but don't forget me either.

Your Pixie Stix"

He flipped the note over, hoping for something to reach her with, but there was nothing. No return address. He coughed, running from the house. His parents would never understand, but it was almost as though Pixie had died. It pretty much was. But then, how much does a 11-year-old know about that stuff?

"Guess I was smarter than I thought. This sucks." he drawled quiet, making no move to muffle his words. 6 years later, he still missed his best friend as though it was the same day. He'd cried hard that day. Hidden beneath the porch with his best friend's slingshot. His parents hadn't even noticed him missing. He begged them to send him to the ranch when he was 13, and teleported to school. He didn't even know what had posessed him to want to come to this school.
 
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Six years...it was a long time to be separated from someone, but then again ten years was longer than six, and that's how long she'd known one of the only people she'd ever trusted in her life. In fact, he was number one on her list despite the time and ocean that had separated them. And what had brought about Pix's rather nostalgic feelings? The lone image of the dark haired bloke on the edge of the lake, why, she had no idea.

As she did whenever arriving at a new place, especially one she was going to be spending most of her time at, the short sixteen year old searched for the most scenic area, camera in hand. Theo soft click of her camera was drowned out by the lapping of the waves, but rather suddenly she lowered the camera, letting it hang diagonally across her body by the strap. One gloved hand reached up to finger the goggles hanging around her slim neck. He had power, that was obvious by the fact that he was here at the school, but something about the energy she sensed was familiar, a dark brow lifted, wind blowing her short raven locks across her face and into her eyes as she watched the still figure.
 
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The click was almost drowned out by the waves. Almost. He looked up, looking around for the culprit of the noise, and saw a short girl with a camera. The fleeting glance he gave her was his normal one, absorbing details before he looked away. Camera, short, dark hair.. he ran the list through his head. Goggles... he paused on that one for a moment, goggles...Why is that so familiar..? he pondered, shaking his head slowly, to get his mind out of it's blur. He glanced at her again. Gold eyes glinting in the light. Yes. Goggles.. So what? Something was nipping at the back of his mind.

Then it clicked. He did a double take, and then stared at her, gaping. He couldn't think of anything to say. It was definately Pixie Stix. An older version, to be sure, but he recognized her. He pulled himself to his feet and stood, trying not to stare like a fish. It wasn't that he was taken in by her beauty or anything, he pretty much felt like he was looking at someone long dead. The words were running through his head, Pixie Stix... over and over, his brain prompting him to say something, but the mix of joy and confusion swelling inside of him wouldn't let him speak.
 
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When the stranger, who wasn't actually a stranger, stood and faced her, much the same reaction occurring with the shorter of the two. She was rendered speechless, perhaps a first for the sharp tongued clairvoyant who had a remark for every occasion. This was quite an unusual occasion however.

'Muff...why his energy was familiar...Muff...' she couldn't seem to grasp the nickname made up when the two learned to speak, or perhaps it was the one who went by the nickname that she couldn't accept. He'd grown, things like that tended to happen in six years, his body and facial features were older now, more mature, but his eyes were still the same. And it was then that Pix took off, her camera moving to her back, slapping into it with soft thuds as she jumped, wrapping her thin arms around his neck, shedding her mistrust, cynicism, all at the sight of the only one who'd ever understood her.

"Muff," she muttered like it was a blessing, her face burying into his neck, forgetting her disliking of physical contact as she was once again that ten year old girl who could always count on her best friend to help her forget her troubles. Her voice, while deeper in tone, still held the same melodic quality it always had.
 
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By the time she reached him, he'd recovered, and welcomed her in a huge hug, smiling like an idiot. "Hey Pixie Stix." He drawled into her hair, as he rested his chin on her head. He contained his happiness, since it would seem strange to have him burst out laughing and scream and stuff like that, so instead, as though the only thing forced out by all the joyus pressure inside of him, a single tear rolled down his cheek, unhindered.

He was prepared to let her go, the minute she remembered how much she hated being touched, but one was or another, he was glad that she was back. "I thought I'd lost you." he added honestly, his drawl heavy, and his voice slightly husky. His best friend was back.
 
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She felt his head rest on her own, and was simply content to let him stay like that, until rational thought kicked in. People changed during adolescence, she certainly had, perhaps he had as well. Stepping back and lowering her arms, she spotted the tear, and the thoughts she'd began to entertain of him being different immediately left her consciousness, though Pix didn't step into his embrace once more. She did reach up, standing on her tip toes, a gloved thumb gently wiping the tear track away from his cheek.

"I knew I'd lost you," as she continued to speak, it became apparent that she'd lost the Texas twang, her words now carrying the clipped tone of a Brit. She didn't need to add that she'd missed him, that was obvious in the way she was looking up at him, happiness softening her delicate features.
 
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Ren grinned easily, not embarassed by his tear. They'd seen eachother cry more than most people see anyone cry in their ten years of friendship. He knew that something had broken in her, but it had been broken before they parted, so he didn't pay any mind.

"So, how've you been, Pixie Stix?" he asked, paying no mind to the absence of her Texas twang. His face mirrored her feelings, and he smiled gently. He knew it had still been rough away from her mother. He just hoped he didn't have to shoot anybody.
 
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"Well, no physical attacks are necessary," she replied vaguely with a small smile, still able to know his thoughts without him having to voice them. It was amazing that the years seemed to melt away, as if they'd never lost touch. Reaching behind her to lift the black camera to her eye, after which her finger quickly captured the image of his smiling face for eternity.

"How's Pop?" she asked softly, a bit hesitant as she let the camera reclaim it's position against her back, gloved fingers caressing the strap of the goggles around her neck.
 
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Ren dipped his head, an almost sheepish smile creeping onto his face. Yup. Pix was the only one who had established the art of reading his emotionless face. He'd been emotionless since he was 6. It had been an abrupt change, but Pix had still been there.

She asked how Pop was hesitantly, and he knew why. It was something neither of then would ever want to hear. The words Pop's dead. But it wasn't today. He grinned. "Pop's great. He's as active as he was when you left. He was glad they got you away from your mom, but you should have seen him rant about them not letting you say goodbye." He smiled fondly. Pop was pretty much the only thing he missed.
 
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Pix let the sigh of relief escape her pale pink lips, and with one last fond stroke of old-fashioned black goggles, her hand fell to her side. She smiled as he described the older man ranting, she could only imagine how it had gone, wishing she'd been there to see it. Pop had filled a void in her heart that'd been left when her father had died, and she'd really missed him.

"Do you ever visit him?" she asked curiously, innocently if you will, eyes wide as she looked up at him. Mischievous thoughts were running through her mind, the signs the same as when she was a child. Head tilted ever so slightly to the side, midnight eyes seeming to glow, and though it wasn't fully presented, it was clear that an impish grin was almost ready to make its full appearance across her lips.
 
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