Till Death Do Us Part

A/N: Well, this is the first official chapter to this story, Sorry if it feels a little forced. I was always bad at first chapters. I may re-vise it eventually, but until then I hope you like it. If you have any suggestions, let me know; also, if they\'re any typos or such, then let me know!

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~Chapter I: Emotions~

Two months, she thought. I’ve known Luther two months, but it seems like only yesterday.

Caecelija currently had her head tucked in her arms, attempting to doze off on her desk as she normally did in school. She was only thirteen and already taking high-school math. Her previous middle-school seemed to think it was unwise that she remain due to the fact that she was not being academically challenged, so they moved her into the ninth grade where she could start receiving her high school credits for graduation. Even though she was in the ninth grade there was no possible way she could take algebra I at her level, so she opted for algebra III instead.
Currently, her algebra teacher, Mr. Mizelle, a middle-aged, balding man (who had a habit of wearing the same tacky, yellow shirt and pink tie everyday), was droning on about some nonsense called “quartic equations”. Caecelija had better things to do than take notes on such a simple theory---like ponder when she would see her beloved Luther again….

“Caecelija Vance!” The girl was suddenly jerked out her half-sleep by Mr. Mizelle, and she looked up angrily.

“Yes,” she replied flatly.

“Don’t get sharp with me, Ms. Vance!” He retaliated. “You’re not even paying attention, are you? Come to the board and solve this equation since you obviously know the theory well enough not to take notes!”

The rest of the class giggled and snickered.

Idiots, she thought.

“Well?” Mr. Mizelle continued. “Are you going to come up here and solve this problem, or are you actually going to wake up and take notes this time so you can actually learn how to do this?”

Caecelija squinted at the blackboard:

Find the roots of x4 + 6 x3 - 5 x2 - 10 x - 3 = 0.

She thought for a moment then got up from her seat. Growling, she snatched the piece of yellow chalk out of the man’s hand, and scribbled her answer:

x = (-7 +- sqrt[37])/2, x = (1 +- sqrt[5])/2.

“There’s your stupid answer!” Caecelija growled.

Mr. Mizelle looked at the answer she had written on the board. She hadn’t even written any steps, simply an answer. He was in shock, but too proud to admit it.

“That is correct,” he muttered angrily, “now take your seat, Ms. Vance.”

Caecelija huffed and plopped herself right back into her cold, standard blue chair.

However, she wasn’t about to find peace anytime soon…

“Why do you even come to school anymore?” One of the students cried outraged---a girl by the name of Samantha (Caecelija wasn’t quite sure. There was really no point in knowing the names of her classmates). Everyone else seemed to be nodding in agreement, even her own teacher.

“Shove it,” was Caecelija’s remark.

“Why should I?” Samantha retorted. “You’re practically so smart that there’s no point in coming here anymore! You know everything! You make the rest of us look bad!”

“Why?” Caecelija snapped, jumping out of her seat. She was fuming now. “Is it because I’m a thirteen-year-old in high school? Do you feel ashamed that I can out perform all of you older kids in every academic aspect?”

“She’s doing it again.” A boy said loudly to his friend. “Using all those big words to make us feel dumb!”

All the students nodded in agreement again.

She couldn’t believe this! Caecelija Vance could not believe what she was hearing! Everyone---even Mr., Mizelle---was jealous of her! Oh, she’d always known they were jealous of her talents, but this was the first time they’d ever made the suggestion that she should leave the school!

“Why can’t you just stop being so stuck-up and just leave so that the rest of us can learn?” Samantha cried. “The ones who really need this class!”

This is going to be another crappy day, she thought, as the bell rang. She quickly gathered her things and bolted out of the classroom, sprinting across the halls. She swore she could still hear Mr. Mizelle and the others talking about her.

The rest of Caecelija’s day was pretty much uneventful. She attended the rest of her classes as normal (which went much better than her algebra class). The young teen had remained silent for most of the day, attempting to avoid anymore hardship from people she knew were envious of her remarkable intellect.

The only interesting event had occurred in her last class, Universal History, where they were currently on the topic of planet Ariadne, home of the most feared man in the universe, the King.

His name was Luther and he was the king of planet Ariadne of the Aurora star system. He was also the de facto ruling body for all-known life in the universe. A dictator (as Caecelija liked to call him, a fascist pig). He had powers beyond imagination and he used them to control the masses with an iron fist. Ariadnians were a species that were known for their great physical strength and magical ability. Taking control of the universe was how they made use of such gifts, with the King as their leader.

“He’s such an ass.” Caecelija commented to her lover, Luther, one day in the park. “And he has the same name as you do. That must make you feel bad, huh?”

“It’s a common name. It doesn’t bother me.” Luther replied simply, although his eyes showed amusement.

“Yeah, but he’s still an ass who thinks he can push all of us around ‘cause he’s super-strong and super-powerful! He’s just the school bully at the playground! Damn!” She devoured the rest of her ice-cream. “I don’t even remember what the bastard looks like! I think I’ve seen a picture of him once or twice when I was little…who cares, anyway. I don’t want see any pictures of that asshole!”

Luther had just laughed at the comment and said what a smart and thoughtful little girl she was.

“The King’s actually on Earth right now, you know?” A girl named Amelia said to Caecelija from behind her---a girl that she was on somewhat friendly terms with. (The only reason why she talked to her at all was the hope that Caecelija would let her copy her history answers).

“Really?” Caecelija asked half-interestedly.

“Yes, actually,” their history teacher, Mrs. Simone cut-in, walking over to the front of the class. “He’s been here quite a while, now. Apparently his officials want him to find a bride. Right now he’s supposedly looking into Princess Adelaide of Neo-England.”

“Wonderful!” Caecelija cried sarcastically. “So when our “King” gets married we’ll have him and a horrible woman to deal with!”

“As much as I agree with you, Ms. Vance,” Mrs. Simone answered, “we can do nothing about it, and it’s best you keep your mouth shut, too. You know the laws, Ms. Vance. If you’re caught slandering the King’s name---“

“Yes, I know, Mrs. Simone.” The girl replied, sighing in defeat.

The rest of the lesson entailed the relationships between Earth and Ariadne---trading, economics, politics, etc. Things that Caecelija could’ve easily looked up in a book; there was really no need for a teacher to explain such things to them. She mostly daydreamed for the remainder of the class and was finally happy once the dismissal bell rang.

Caecelija usually walked home---to the orphanage, that is----rather than taking the hover-bus. Sure she loved the bus with its intricate mechanics and such (oh how she would’ve loved to take it apart and reassemble it!), but other students rode that bus---other students that didn’t like her. When she was old enough, Caecelija decided she was going to build a star-ship of her own and fly off into the depths of space and never come back.

She could walk; the orphanage was only a few blocks away, anyway.

By the time she reached the old, decrepit building, (a building far too ancient for this day and age) man golden-haired man in a brown trench coat was standing near the entrance, apparently waiting for her.

“Luther!” Caecelija cried happily. \"You’re here!”

The man smiled at her, “Yes. Did you get the present I sent you?”

“Yup!”

Caecelija had been receiving presents from Luther since their little date at the café a month-and-a-half ago. First she had received a pearl-encrusted music box that played the sweetest melody she had ever heard. Soon after that Luther had taken her out to one of the most expensive stories in Neo-America to buy her nice clothes. (Luther insisted that he get her more than just one outfit, but Caecelija declined saying that her new sailor outfit was good enough). And her presents continued coming whether she was on an outing with him or just sitting on her rackety four-poster bed when the matron---throwing Caecelija a nasty look--- came in to give her another that Luther had sent from wherever he was. The young girl assumed that Luther was a very rich merchant, seeing as how he was able to get her things from exotic planets and such. Luther never said what he did, but he had to be a merchant.

“Were you waiting for me?” Caecelija giggled, radiating the true aura of an innocent little girl.

“Maybe,” Luther replied. “Would you like to go somewhere?”

“Where?”

“Anywhere…or…perhaps we could just walk and talk to each other. It doesn’t matter. I simply enjoy your company to the point where I feel we don’t need to go anywhere extravagant.”

“Then let’s do something simple.” Caecelija said.

“Like what?” Luther asked.

“Well you’re rich, aren’t you?” she began. “There’s a book store on Cielo Street where they have lots of books on advanced nuclear fusion. I was wondering if you would get me some…please?”

“Of course, sweetling, “Luther smiled and he motioned her over to his car
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It was one of those sleek, black hover convertibles Caecelija admired in magazines. How badly she wanted to take out the engine, carburetor, fuel pump, and everything else. Luther had actually suggested that she do it if she really wanted to. She couldn’t believe that he was being serious. (“I can always get another, darling!”)

The teen through her belongings in the back seat and put on her seat-beat as Luther prompted the car to start. She squealed as the car lifted off the ground and took off at seventy miles.

She enjoyed the gentle breeze tickling her face. She never really got out much before she met Luther for obvious reasons. She looked at her watch: three-thirty already. Sometimes Caecelija wished that time would stop so that she would be with Luther forever…
“Ceci? We’re here.” Luther called.

“Huh? Oh, yeah…” She’d been daydreaming again.

The two walked into the book store where Caecelija immediately dashed to the science section of the store, plowing through numerous books on physics and other complex book son engineering and math. Unbeknown to her, however, nearly everyone in the store had been giving them strange looks, especially to Luther. They pointed and whispered, some people trying to remain inconspicuous in their comfy armchairs chairs by carefully peering over their books.

Caecelija was still too immersed in her book hunting to notice; however, Luther noticed everything, and yet he simply smirked, daring anyone to talk. Finally, after some fifteen minutes of shopping, Caecelija appeared with a stack of books in her arms.
“Is this too much, Luther?” The little girl murmured fearfully.

“No, of course not.” He smiled taking the enormous stack from her arms. “I’ll just go and pay for these.”

Caecelija followed Luther over to the cashier who just looked at the pair in shock.

“Well,” Luther inquired, “are you going to ring up these books or not?”

“S-Sorry,” the cashier stammered.

Luther tapped his fingers impatiently on the counter while Caecelija clutched his free arm. She had just noticed the strange vibe in the store.
“How can you do something like this?” Some old woman said from the left of them. “And I thought you could get no lower.”

Luther glanced over at her after squeezing his little lover’s hand tightly so that the old woman could see. “You obviously, in your many years, haven’t realized who I am. I am capable of doing anything I please.” Luther explained in a pleasant voice.

“This is crime!” She stared again; Caecelija winced. “She’s only a little girl! We know exactly what you’re doing here! All of a sudden you turn up in the U.S when you’re supposed to be in----“

Luther flashed the elderly lady a penetrating look with his icy-blue eyes, warning her that if ahe said another word, it would be her last. She shut up in an instant.

Caecelija was very confused. Everyone seemed to know who Luther was. Maybe he was a very well-known merchant? She buried her head in the man’s side---all the book knowledge in the universe wasn’t helping her figure out what was going on in this store. Luther looked down at her and caressed her long raven hair.

“Well,” the woman began again, “I don’t know why you’re bothering with a child, leading her on like this.”

By now everyone had ceased what they were doing and were eavesdropping on the situation at hand.

“Leading her on? My dear woman, I’m doing anything but leading Ceci on.” Luther was looking very amused.

“She’s a minor!” The woman spat. “You can’t possibly be in love with her!”

He leaned in close to the woman’s ear and whispered words that Caecelija couldn’t hear, “Very soon, human, you’ll turn on your television and see Caecelija as someone you could never hope to be.”

“You can’t be serious!” she said almost fearful. “This poor, little girl of all people?”

“I’ve already decided.”

“Luther,” Caecelija interrupted. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Ceci,” he soothed lovingly. He looked back at the cashier. “Ring up my items, fool!”

“Y-Yes, sir!” The cashier complied. “That’ll be $108.42.”

Luther paid the man and carried Caecelija’s bag of new books in one hand while still gripping her hand in his other, everyone looking in awe at them. The old woman looked defeated and stared after Caecelija yelling, “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, little girl!”

“Luther,” Caecelija started when they were back in his car and one the road again. “What was all that about? I don’t get it…”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said simply. “You’ll know soon.”

She looked at her watch: 4:45 pm.

“What now?” she asked.

“I’m going to take you out to dinner. Would you like that?” Caecelija nodded. “Good, but first I’m going to get you something nice to wear.”
Caecelija nodded again and looked down at her feet, deep in thought. Something strange was going on and she couldn’t quite place it. A part of her knew exactly what it was, and it was screaming at her, but she didn’t understand what it was trying to say. She just decided to leave it at that…for now. She’d have time to figure it out later. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy her precious time with Luther.

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A/N: Like it? Want to read more? R&R, please!