Speak your Mind
Genre: Humor, Supernatural
Summary: Sena and Monta are best friends who'll see their lives turn upside down due to being nice… now they'll have to help a demon take over a kingdom secretly while on the run.
Disclaimer: Eyeshield 21 © Inagaki Riichiro and Murata Yusuke
I do not own Eyeshield 21 or any of the characters in it. But I do own all of my OC's which will be many.
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Bolded words- Japanese words (which are essential cause Sena is Japanese and when he's nervous he speaks it...)
'Italicized word' - the voice
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Chapter 1: The storyteller
"Being in such a town as this…on the outskirts of the kingdom… things are peaceful, so quaint. All are welcome, so long as they cause no trouble… If they are found out… They will be outcast… Of course, small demons can easily blend, this is also true for witches…" A hooded woman holding a lute told to no one in particular.
The hooded woman, who played the lute, sat in front of a fountain in the middle of the little stone town's market place. From her voice and hands she could be approximated to be in her early twenties.
A group of children gathered to listen, the parents appreciated that a storyteller would come every day to tell stories to the children, while they shopped in peace.
"Once upon a time, there was a kingdom, but that kingdom has long been destroyed; so we shall not discuss about it. Instead, let us go forward in time, to a school complete with a bell and 121 teachers. Though there were only 1331 students; it was a very large school deep in the mountains away from the villages." The boys and girls in the audience all stared at the storyteller like she was mad…
"Like all mysterious schools, it looked somewhat like a castle, because it was a castle…" The Storyteller glanced around, "It was a renovation of that defeated kingdom's castle!"
"Ha, and you thought I was merely crazy. I spoke of the kingdom in the beginning for a reason, and now you all know," she leaned back laughed.
"Get on with the story!" "Yeah!" The Children riled.
"Alright already!" she shouted, her hood falling off revealing a very attractive black haired woman with sharp emerald eyes scanning the audience and silencing them as if putting them under her spell… but in reality, they were just staring at her large breasts that stuck out of the robe that wrapped her, (don't worry she's fully dressed).
"Okay," she sat back down and started her story once more.
"The 1331 students were not ordinary children, no they were descendents of royalty and magicians from all over the land come together. This castle was called harmony castle, as long as these children study alongside one another, the lands were at peace; that is until one little girl broke that alliance…"
"W-what did s-she do?" a small boy asked, frightened he held onto his shirt in for comfort.
"I'm glad you asked… She… befriended a demon!" The storytellers eyes widened as she spat it out; her words shocked the small children.
"Demon?" "No, that's bad!" "Demon's are evil!" all the children shouted, but the little boy looked around confused…
He muttered to himself almost in a whine, "Are all demons, evil…?"
He thought no one heard him, but the storyteller heard… and grinned.
"What happened…?" a girl with braids asked as the children began to settle back down.
"Well, nothing at first… She made a pact with it and well, she couldn't fulfill it until she was much older."
"A pack?" they wondered what that was some thought of wolves… 'Why would she need to make wolves? There are a lot of them around here.'
"A promise…" the storyteller explained.
"What was the promise?" a boy with big ears asked.
"If you grant me a wish… I'll give you my first born…"
GASP "Scary!" (They are kids, and most of them are firstborns, probably…)
"W-what was the wish? What's so important that … t-that she'd do that to her baby?" the small boy asked, nearly in tears; this made the storyteller arch a brow and smile.
"What do you guys think?" she asked looking around, the children all look to each other for the answers; two brave souls answered her.
"I think it's to live forever, then she could just get another baby later," the first, a boy with short black hair, answered.
"No, I think its money, so she can have everything," the second, a girl with long wavy brown hair, rebutted.
"What do you think?" she asked the small boy with the soft brown eyes.
"…I think… I need to hear the rest of the story…to decide." He shied, hiding his face behind his knees. The Storytellers smiled widened, almost turning into a smirk, when she heard that.
"Yeah, tell us the rest of it!" "Yeah!"
"Okay, so here is what happened to the girl. She in the end, got married, and had a son, but she was killed by her husband. He became the hero of the land, her son was used to seal the demon, but the demon was clever and got away, and the hero and other heroes are still trying to find this demon to this day and the son lived and probably died with the seal."
The children were all so shock at the brevity of it all, and the goriness within that small content, that they just stared at the mad woman…
"Is that true…?" the small soft spoken boy asked the storyteller as she stood up and dusted herself.
"Well, that's how everyone tells it, it doesn't necessarily mean it's true." She smiled knowingly.
"Well, that's the story for today, I'll see you all tomorrow." She was about to leave, the rest of the children went back to their parents, except the small boy.
"So sad…" the little boy stated about to walk away
"For who, for the hero?" the storyteller asked stepping in front of the small boy's path.
"F-for everyone… For the hero, who had to kill his wife, who he probably loved… For the boy, who was used by his m-mother and his father… For the demon who is forever h-hunted down, for something the wife had wanted… And for the wife ,whom probably sacrificed her child for something that was important to her…It's all so sad," he cried softly wiping his tears, with his sleeve, that fell from his big brown eyes.
"Boy… Who are you?" she asked kneeling down, gently placing her hands on his shoulder, staring straight into his golden brown orbs.
"Me… I'm the innkeeper's son…" he stated mesmerized by her kind yet cold emerald eyes.
"I see, an innkeeper's son." She remembered that this boy didn't have a mother… That'd his mother had left him, and his father…"You must hear lots of stories from many different people, have you not?"
"Y-yes," he nodded nervously, he held onto his shirt for security, a habit, the storyteller could tell by now.
"Do you ever hear the same story twice?" she smiled warmly to make him relax a bit.
"Yes," he nodded, loosening his grip on the hem of his shirt.
"Is it always the same?"
"No," he shook his head, hands now by his side.
With each question her eyes became more intense, but that went unnoticed by the boy who seemed to be reminiscing.
"So, what do you think is the truth, and what is fiction?" She tilted her head forward leaning to stare at his eyes. His eyes, they didn't waver when he answered,
"What I see with my eyes, but momma said that sometimes too are lies…"
"Hm, do you know what she meant by that?" she asked backing off a little, she was curious of this bright little boy.
"Um, a little like when I first saw the butcher… He looked so scary… but he was really nice! I like his laugh, it's full of heart," he smiled brightly, remembering the burly man.
"I see, so don't judge a book by its cover then?" she interpreted.
"Yes, that's what mama said!" the boy exclaimed happily jumping up and down pointing.
That's when GROWL went the little boy's stomach…
"… Sorry." He blushed holding his stomach to calm it.
"Hahaha, it's fine, you're a growing boy after all," she laughed.
"Un, I'll go home and eat now, thank-you for the story," he thanked her bowing, and was about to leave.
"Wait," she called he stopped and turned around. She handed him a crystal necklace.
"Take this, don't lose it now, it's precious to me, but I'm giving it to you because I like you." She smiled.
"O-oh okay! I won't lose it," he held it with both his small hands carefully and stared at the deep red translucent crystal. He placed it around his neck and smiled, then looked up to find she was gone…
"Where did she-"
"Sena! It's time for lunch, come on now!" his father called out to him from the inn, which was about a few yards away.
"Hai!" He ran off in a flurry. "Papa, papa look what I got from the storyteller!"
"Oh it's nice, keep it safe okay?" His father a middle aged man with glasses, and hair like the small boy's, but his eyes were not honey brown, and were not so bright as they once were.
On top of a roof, perched like a raven, the storyteller watched the boy "…An oriental descent… that's where he was sent… perhaps…" she smirked revealing her sharp canines, "he'll be of use…"
TBC...
Re-written 12-21-2012
So how was it, it's only the beginning and I'll be working on Sena's life while I work on this... so they'll both be slow on the updates... but for the next 2 chapters for this story I'll have them up in a day or two.