Beyond the Goblin City

Go Away

Jareth's POV:

My father, who I shall not call Derrick-his name-as it is cursed, but by his nickname, Crap Bag.  My brother Gareth named him that after he left us a few decades ago. He was always rough on Gareth and I. But not like the playful kind dads usually do. He would whip us with a belt if we ever messed up when making a crystal, and would starve us if we ever lied. My mother found out that he was plotting to kill another fae king to gain that kingdom. That was part of the reason I hated seeing Grant beat Sarah. I could tell what she was going through. I was fuming out every crevice in my head before Crap Bag said something.

"So when do I get properly introduced to this lovely lady. I mean she was my student but-"

"You don't get to meet her. Let's go Sarah." I grabbed her by a shoulder and a hand and pulled her towards the door.

"Stop there. Don't forget the power I have over both of you."

"Let's keep going Sarah. He really shouldn't have any power. My mother took most of it when he left." Crap Bag laughed that awful, sickening laugh you expect from every evil person. Chilling, eerie, and gave you shivers down to the bone. I pulled her through the door and around a few corners. We hid behind a set of lockers. I don't know why they held the funeral at the school but whatever. We were breathless and giggly. In between panted breaths we looked around the lockers to see if Crap Bag was following us. He was old, and he couldn't really run, even when he was younger.

Plenty of time had gone by when Sarah and I were breathing normally. I was looking at her while was looking around a corner. When she looked back at me I pressed her against a locker and started furiously kissing her neck. She was shocked for about 3 seconds before she replied with the same force. Our breathing went back to the same panted pace it had been at before. She tangled her hands in my hair as I trailed down to her neck, right between her collarbones. She gasped and I smiled quickly against her skin when I knew I found a weak spot. I kissed her until I couldn't keep it to myself. I put her down and stepped away, and started fumbling with my pockets.

"What are you doing?"

"Here it is." I held onto the lump in my pocket. "Sarah, you know you mean more to me than anything in my life. I wanted to hold you and kiss as soon as I saw the determination you had to save your brother. You took me in while I was sick even though you probably hated me. And now you've decided to come back to the labyrinth with me. I just need one more thing from you. I need you to be the only thing I see during the day and night. You are the brightest thing in every room and I would be so proud, " I got down on one knee and pulled the ring out of my pocket. She gasped and started to cry. "Sarah, will you please make the happiest man in both worlds, by becoming my wife, my heart, and my soul." She couldn't speak, just started nodding her head 'yes'. I grabbed and kissed her harder than I ever had, then I had ever wanted to. At that point we were both crying, and she stopped to look at me.

"Jareth, I love you." She held my face and gave me a little kiss on the forehead. I simply smiled and kissed her again. Her lips were soft and tasted like peaches. Soft and Sweet just like my Sarah. I pulled back and put the ring on her finger. She gasped a little. It was a black, uncut diamond.
Rare but beautiful. Just like you.

"Put! Her! Down!" Why did I know that voice? We turned around and lo and behold, there was Grant.

"Crap." I heard Sarah mutter. "Crap. Crap. Crap." I put her down but held onto her hand, and we both walked about 2 half-steps towards him.

"Grant." I said in my best kingly voice. "Sarah doesn't love you anymore, she loves me. You have no right coming back here after you left. And you had no right to beat her, either. Leave."

He smirked, and stepped closer to us. Then someone stepped in next to him. And who else would it be other than my father?

"Your dad here has been teaching me an old style of martial arts called gyakugire, which he said you were never good at." He swept his hand in front of him and said, "So let's have it." I squeezed Sarah's hand one last time.

I've got this in the bag. Grant shouldn't be strong enough to fight me, and even if he is, I have time, years, and height. I also don't have 3 story ego.

Okay. Please win. We still haven't gotten married. That made me laugh. I couldn't believe I was marrying her.

Grant got into a mediocre position to start. My father called the go, and he moved in to make a punch at my head. I grabbed his hand, again, twisted him in the air, again, and covered him with another crystal bubble, again. Skill or no skill, Grant was done. I walked over to Sarah, gave her a small kiss right between the eyes, and hugged her. We rocked back and forth while my father stood stunned. I grinned and I jumped through the portal I had created, and Sarah and I went back to the labyrinth 

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So yeah. And gyakugire is Japanese for getting angry in response to someone else's anger. Makes sense. And please stay safe and I will skype you when I get home.