I've read many fanfics on here but I have yet to find one about life on the Moon or very much at all with Waka's past when he lived on the moon. Hello people! Waka is my favourite character but most fanfics keep going on about trouble hitting Nippon again, not that I'm complaining because some are awsome! Hardly anything about the Moon Tribe at all, so I've decided to make a fanfic about the Moon Tribe.
Sorry if it sounds lousy because it doesn't fit in with the myths but I tried looking and couldn't find much at all. This is the best I could do so please, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Waka and the Moon Tribe (c) Clover studios
Shaberi, Goumon and his goons (or idiots) and Hoshi (c) From my highly imaginative and sometimes scary head
Family Problems
Most people say different things about the Moon. Some say it is made out of cheese, while others say it is just a desolate place where life cannot survive there. Both those statements are wrong, it isn't made of cheese and life does exist there. They look human but they are not exactly human, they live for hundreds of years and do not age as quickly as humans do and their technology has far surpassed the human races. It has big cities and buildings that seem to tower high up and they all have unusual markings, like they have a meaning. These people are known as the Moon Tribe and they are a kind of divine beings that are supposed to help the gods when they need it.
One of the most well known members of the Moon Tribe is a warrior called Ushiwaka but he had shortened it to Waka. You'd have thought his life was great, he can fight very well, he had his pride and has been given permission to fly an ark he helped build but there is always a problem in everybody's life.
He has a lonely life; he stays away from his family. He had never known his father, for he had been killed in a battle with demons long ago, and that was the main reason he took to learning to fight. His mother, Hoshi, had abandoned him; she even stopped him seeing her or anybody else she loved. That included his little sister, to yet he didn't even know her name! The only person he could turn to was his best friend, one of his only friends, called Shaberi.
He was fascinated by animals, and had learnt how to communicate with them. He wasn't that popular because of it and it would come in handy, if there were any animals on the moon that is. He had short blonde hair, like most Moon Tribe people, and wore blue coloured Jinbei(1) He had met Waka by chance, seeing him having a fight with some other members because they teased him due to his family problems, and he went to separate them.
"What's your problem, dude?" He had asked Waka that day when they got to a quiet part of the city. Waka just sat down and remained silent. "You may as well spit it out; you need somebody to keep you under control. Who knows what you may do if you were left with your devices?" Waka sighed but did nothing more. "What's your name, dude?" Waka remained silent for a little while but finally answered.
"Waka." He answered simply.
"Oh, so you're that Ushiwaka guy!" Shaberi said excitedly.
"I do not use my real name anymore!" Waka shouted, upset and Shaberi flinched.
"Ok, ok, chill dude." Waka managed to do as addressed and just simple crossed his arms. Shaberi sighed and sat next to Waka. "Haven't had the best of days, huh?" Waka stood up, knowing that is probably was best to fill Shaberi in since loads of other people already knew about his life.
"If you must know about my problems, then follow me." He said and walked off with Shaberi following. They had gone back to Waka's apartment you could say, and Waka sat cross-legged on the floor, while Shaberi took the furniture seat. That was when Waka had told Shaberi about his life and the fights he got into with his mother and that made Shaberi angry.
"Dude! You cannot let her stop you from seeing your own family! It's not just her family, it's yours too!" Shaberi had shouted at Waka. "Why would she do that!?" Waka sighed and he knew he would have to show Shaberi the truth. He took his hat off, revealing his long blonde hair.
"This is the main reason." He said sadly, waiting for Shaberi to laugh or something. It never came; the only thing that came was a sigh.
"We all knew you kept something under that hat but I never realised it was something that made your life this way!" Shaberi thought for a moment and made a decision. "Ok, you need help. If you stay this way, who knows where your life may end up?" Waka put his hat back on.
"What do you propose I do?" Waka asked, slightly confused.
"First, stop fighting so much! Second, you need to at least find out the name of your baby sister! What kind of brother would you be if you don't even know her name!?" Waka remained silent. "You are a mess and ya know what? I'm gonna help you." Waka looked up, stunned.
"Why? Why should you care what happens in my life?" He asked. Shaberi laughed.
"C'mon, we're pals right?" Waka considered that for a moment. "and friends need to keep an eye on each other. I've got your back when you need it." Shaberi stood up and held out his hand for Waka to grab. He did grab it and was pulled up. Waka smiled and put a hand on Shaberi's shoulder.
"Merci,mon ami." He said and Shaberi smiled, he knew how to speak French as well.
"No problem, dude!" Shaberi said and made his way to the exit. He opened the door and looked back at the lone prophet. "Meet ya again soon." He said and Waka nodded. Shaberi then went through the door and left Waka to think about his options. He shook his head and lay on the mat as if it were his bed, which it was as close to a bed as he was going to rest on. His head rested on his arms and he looked up at the ceiling silently.
Should I follow Shaberi's advice? He thought to himself. Should I really go and see my family again? How would she react if I saw her? There were so many questions that he needed to find the answer to but not without a risk.
"They're my family too." Waka said and closed his eyes, to have a hopefully not a restless sleep.
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Shaberi walked through the unusually quiet streets. He wasn't much bothered by it, he was thinking of Waka's past. He was telling the truth as everybody knows a prophet never lies, but it was unbelievable what Hoshi was doing! Keeping him in the dark when he needs help the most and acting like he was an enemy! Shaberi was thinking of going to Hoshi and shout insults at her face but this was something Waka had to do himself.
"Poor guy," Shaberi said to himself."To think that I thought his life was perfect. It's anything but perfect! He may have the pride, the fame and his title but that isn't much of a life." Shaberi sighed and walked on.
He came from his thoughts when he noticed he had taken a wrong turn. He cursed when he realised he didn't know where he was. Suddenly, he saw a shadowy figure in front of him. Big and looked like the town bully. Shaberi shivered slightly and grabbed the small dagger he kept with him all the time.
"What were you talking about, freak?" The figure demanded and Shaberi knew who it was by the voice. There were more shadowy figures behind him and Shaberi backed off slightly, fear creeping up to him. It was Goumon and his goons! They were truly as bad as they looked, like back alley gangsters!
"That's none of your business, Goumon!" Shaberi shouted and tried to run but behind him, the goons blocked his way. He looked back at Goumon and he found himself picked up by his top and was looking at the angry eyes of Goumon.
"You will tell me unless you want to see my fist up close!" He shouted at Shaberi and spat on him in the process. Shaberi whipped his face and shivered, he knew he would have to tell them.
"Ok, ok! I'll tell you! I was talking to that Waka guy!" Goumon dropped Shaberi on the floor and looked back at his goons.
"You mean that Ushiwaka prophet guy?" One goon asked Shaberi and he slowly nodded. The goons all then started laughing.
"That idiot can't even solve a simple family problem!" Some goon shouted amidst the laughter.
"He doesn't even realise why he really got permission to fly the Ark of Yamato!" Somebody shouted and he got hit in the face by Goumon.
"You idiot! You don't say stuff like that out in the open!" He shouted. Goumon was one of the higher positioned members. He makes sure everything outside is going as normal and knows much of the secrets not known to members who don't have much to do with the gods and the mission about demons.
"What do you mean 'why he got permission to fly the ark'?" Shaberi asked but he only got a glare from Goumon.
"Don't tell that prophet anything about this or you will meet my fist up close! Got it!?" Goumon shouted and Shaberi nodded obediently. "Good!" He looked back at his goons. "Let's go." And they were gone like that. Shaberi stood up and wondered what was up with them. He knew it had something to do with Waka being able to fly the Ark of Yamato but what? Shaberi didn't want to think of such things here so he ran as fast as he could home.
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He could hear them again, the screams. They pierced through him like a hot knife through butter; he couldn't take it much longer. Waka tried his best to steer the ark but his chest was hurting him and making him lose his concentration. Their screams got louder and louder, the sound of death coming closer.
The door behind him opened and a dead body fell down. Waka screamed both from fright and the pain in his chest, as it got worse and worse. He clung to the steering wheel as he clutched his chest in pain.
He looked up to see what he called his worst enemy, demons. There were two of them, both looking eager to kill. Waka managed to reach his sword and tried to stand up straight. He then had a coughing fit, bringing him down to his knees and looked up at the demons coming closer and closer until-
Waka shot up and he nearly screamed but managed to keep it in...just. He had been sweating and the mat was slightly wet. He looked down at himself to find himself still alive...wet with sweat but alive. He couldn't feel any pain in his chest but he had a small headache. For several nights, he had had the same nightmare coming over and over. This was the downfall of being a prophet, he can prophesise many stuff that can be useful but he can also prophesise stuff he would rather not know, like people's deaths.
"Why do I always have the same dream?" Waka asked himself. "Why must I go through this!?" He shook his head, trying not to lose his temper. Then he remembered the talk he had with Shaberi. He hadn't told Shaberi about the nightmares yet. He sighed and stood up to sort himself out.
After washing himself and his clothes of sweat, he considered what he should do. He needed to check the Ark of Yamato at some point today but he also had the matter of whether to tell Shaberi about the nightmares. What would Shaberi be able to do about the nightmares? Waka himself was the prophet and dreams like this are stuff he knows about but the nightmares had taken their toll on him.
"Non, that doesn't concern him." Waka finally said. "The nightmares are my concern, best not to pull him in." He grabbed his flute/sword called Pillow Talk and went out through the door, unsure really of what he should do.
I'm unsure if this actually fits in with the myths but I think it's great.
By reading this, you now know that Waka's life totally sucks! There is more to come so don't think this is the end!
Review please and tell me what you think.
(1) A Jinbei is a kind of Japanese clothing that is really for summer weather. Check Wikipedia or some other search thing for more info.