Dom paced his rooms. Turning to his annoying cousin draped gracefully over a chair he snapped, "What are you doing here anyways? I don't seem to recall inviting you to stay."

"I just wanted to see this for myself," Neal answered, a knowing grin spreading across his face

"You are not making this any easier for me."

"I know." Dom finally tired of Neal's comments and attacked him. Wrestling him to the floor, Dom pinned Neal's arms behind him and marched his cousin out of his rooms.

"No go before I get Yuki."

Neal stuck his tongue out at Dom. "See if I ever help you again."

"You didn't help me this time!" Neal turned and stalked off like a hurt cat. Dom sighed and resumed thinking about his immediate problem—Kel. Damn Raoul for giving him this...assignment. He though back to earlier in the day...

"Dom—just the man I wanted to see" Raoul said, and evil grin spreading across his face. This cannot be good Dom thought.

"Yes, milord?"

"I have a...well, I guess you could call it an assignment for you."

"I am yours to command, milord."

"Yes, but will you obey?" Raoul did not quite smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkled up. "As you know, my wedding is tomorrow, and there will be a reception afterwards. I was wondering if you could possible escort Kel. Although, she must not know I asked you."

"I don't really have a choice now, do I?" Dom asked innocently.

"Well, actually...no." Raoul laughed and walked away...

Telling Meathead about the "assignment" had been the easy part, now Dom just needed to tell Kel. He jumped as the bell struck eight; time had flown faster while he had been trying to think of what to say to Kel. Dom ran a hand through already messed hair and stepped out of his room. If he hadn't been able to think of what to say in the two hours since he had kicked Neal out of his room, he probably wouldn't think of anything. Deep in thought, Dom did not notice the knight walking in the opposite direction before they collided.

"Dom! Are you blind? Or just stupid." A certain brown-haired, green-eyed cousin said.

"Shut up, meathead. I was just thinking."

"About your darling Keladry? Have you talked to her yet?

"I'm heading that way now, but she is not my 'darling Keladry' and you know that. Must I beat you again?" Dom collected himself and left Neal muttering about how certain sergeants were too sure of themselves when it came to fighting.

Before he knew it, Dom was standing in front of Kel's room. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on her door. He thought he heard a curse from inside, but dismissed it as the door swung open. Kel stood in her practice clothes, sweat dripping down her face.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Dom asked, worried at the thought of inconveniencing her for something as stupid as why he was here.

"No, not at all. I just finished a pattern dance." She gestured toward her practice glaive leaning against the wall. Suddenly noticing they were still standing in the hall, she invited him in. Kel offered Dom a seat, but he did not seem to notice. Shrugging, Kel sat down on her bed, watching with interest as Dom paced the length of her room. After a few turns, Dom stood to face Kel, running a hand through his hair. Kel's palms itched to smooth it down. What has gotten into me? Has my crush come back? she wondered.

"Kel, you know Raoul's wedding is tomorrow."

"Yes..." she couldn't see what he was getting at.

"I was wondering if you would allow me to escort you at the reception afterwards."

AN: HEHE...I'm evil....If I get reviews, I might write more....ok, I'll write more, but reviews motivate me....Oh, DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, blahblahblahblah. REVIEW PLEASE! Reviews make me write faster! Also, be proud of me, I have written something that is not depressing....so bear with me if it is not the best....it's my first non-depressing fanfic.