Nanatsu Doubutsu
Chapter One: A Promise In Death
A/N: Let me describe how the scenes are (or should be): funny, funny, funny, sad. This is just background. I'm sorry the dream is so sad. Well, actually it's not a dream; Kyo just sees it that way. I can't believe I typed that! But I had to, or else it wouldn't have made any sense. This story is humor though; it's just this ending that's sad.
Disclaimer: I do not own Furuba. Natsuki Takaya owns Furuba. Not me.
Claimer: I do own the little kids though. So ha! If you want to use them, ask me, because I do check every single Furuba story. Don't believe me? I've done it before but with Digimon. And that had four seasons! Ask my friend if you don't believe me. I have done it. And I will check every story, no matter what category. Take that. I'm on to you...MINE!!!!!!!!!
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"Sohma-kun, I'm so sorry!" a brown haired girl said...to a rat.
"It's okay Tohru." Said the rat! Really, it talked! And it had purple eyes!
"Tohru-kun? Yuki-kun? I heard a noise and-oh." A black-haired man walked into the room and stopped as he saw the rat.
"It's okay Shigure. We're fine." The rat said with a sigh.
"Sohma-kun, I really am sorry about-"
POOF!!!
"EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!"
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An orange haired boy was lying on his bed, his back against the pillows, reading a book when-
"EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!"
His red-orange eyes glanced down at the floor as shuffling was heard from below before he continued his reading. He turned the page and picked up the phone as it rang beside him.
"Hello?"
"Is Tohru there?" a female voice asked.
"She's screaming at the moment. Want me to take a message, Uotani?"
"She's what?"
"EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!"
"Screaming." He turned the page again, his gaze never leaving the book.
"Well, can you get her?"
"Hang on."
He marked his page and put the book on his bed before walking down the stairs, phone in hand. He entered the living room and saw Tohru turning her back and blushing as a boy with white hair stood behind her...naked.
"Haru put some clothes on!" Shigure yelled, adjusting his kimono.
"Where are they?" he asked.
"What the hell is going on over there?!" Uotani screamed from the other line.
"Here they are." Said a stormy-grey haired boy. He handed Haru his clothes as he buttoned up his own shirt. "Next time warn us if you decide to come over."
"What's going on?! Kyo?!" Uotani screamed.
"Tohru! Phone." He handed the phone to her before returning to his room, acting as if this happened everyday; which wasn't too far from the truth.
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"Momma! Momma, Ookami's being mean!" said a young girl. She was around the age of six and had ice blue eyes. Her wavy titanium-silver hair was pulled back with a blue ribbon and wore a black dress. She tugged lightly on her mother's dress as she made some dough on the countertop.
"I am not, Kitsu!" a young boy stood in the doorway. He wore a grey shirt and matching shorts. His short black hair was messy and his crimson eyes glared at the girl. "You stole my toy!"
"You stole mine first!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not times a hundred!"
"Did too times a thousand!"
"Did not times two-thousand!"
"Did too times four-thousand!"
"Enough!" their mother wiped her hands on her apron and squatted down to their height. "Forget about the toys and just go play outside with your brother and sisters."
"Okay." The two pouted. The girl poked her brother in the arm and said, "You're it!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
The two ran outside, still arguing as their mother sighed heavily. She turned back to the dough and began adding small bits of chocolate. She took a knife and began cutting more chocolate from a large block when the knife slipped and cut her hand.
"Sonova--kaypedra!" she motioned to the block with her hand and it began to crack. It turned into small pieces and worked itself into the dough. She bandaged her hand and glared at the dough. It formed into many discs and turned a light golden brown.
She was about to put the cookies onto a large plate when a small girl ran into the kitchen out of breath. She was around seven and had shoulder-length ginger hair. Her green eyes were full of worry and her blue dress was covered in mud.
"Momma! Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine Sakana."
"But your hand-"
"It's nothing." She grabbed the plate and held it so Sakana could reach. "Cookie?" the little girl took one but still looked worried.
"What happened to your dress?"
"Uhh..."
"Eee! We said no throwing mud at the face!" came a young girl's voice.
Sakana smiled sheepishly at her mother as she walked out of the kitchen. She opened the paper door leading to the backyard and saw six young children running around, throwing mud at each other and laughing. Sakana quickly ran in and began refereeing. They had apparently formed teams amongst themselves since a border of sticks and leaves had been made across the middle of the yard.
On one team, there were two five-year-old girls and a six-year-old boy. The boy had short ocean blue hair and arms covered to the elbow in mud; his name was Kame. One girl named Usagi had light pink hair and the whole front of her dress was covered, though not the back. The other, Neko, had russet hair and her cheek had been splattered with mud.
On the other team was a six-year-old girl with honey-brown hair and her red dress was speckled with mud; she had somehow been able to avoid almost all of the shots thrown at her; her name was Tora. Kitsu's face was dotted with mud and her dress was torn in places. Ookami had shown no mercy when throwing mud-balls, though his clothes were torn as well.
"Kame! Kitsu! Neko! Ookami! Sakana! Tora! Usagi! Cookies!!"
The children smiled and ran to their mother. They all walked inside, except for Ookami. He was looking through the trees that surrounded the yard. He shrugged and walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
A man steeped out from the shadows of the trees. He wore a black cloak, though the hood did not shade the cruel smile he now wore. He brought his hand to his waist and patted the hilt of a long sword that would soon take a life.
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Kyo was still in his bed with the light on, no longer able to read. The whole house was quite since everyone else had gone to sleep already. He had one arm over his eyes holding the book, and the other reaching blindly for the alarm clock. He finally grabbed it and looked at the time.
"Shit. Five thirty-seven." He put the alarm clock back with his arm still covering his eyes. Without realizing it, he fell asleep.
Screaming. He could hear children screaming. The sound of a sword cut through the air as the children screamed for their mother. He opened his eyes to see a woman, bleeding at an accelerating rate on the floor, as a man stood above her, sword in hand, wearing a pitch black cloak. Three more men stood behind him, holding two children each in their arms. They struggled to get free and defend their mother, and couldn't have been more than seven.
The woman slowly got to her hands and knees as the man raised the sword. The woman reached out to her children and spoke a single word. The men holding them back were set aflame and fell to the floor as ash. The children ran to her. She spoke another word as the blade came down. The children disappeared and Kyo turned away as the woman was struck again. He heard her speak to him, asking to protect her children.
Kyo agreed and was torn away from the scene as the man swung the blade towards her neck. He heard her scream as he was shrouded in darkness. He could now hear crying, it seemed so close. The memory of what happened ran through his mind over and over. He remembered his promise to the dying mother, and wondered how he could keep that promise. The crying grew louder within the darkness, and he could voices of his family. And he realized, he was no longer dreaming.
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A/N: So sad...I will get a bit funnier later on though. Please review! I'd like to know what you think. crosses fingers Please let it be good, please let it be good, please let it be good...
I'll update as soon as I can! It's just that I'm juggling like, four other stories here. Review please! I'd really appreciate it! If you're wondering about the death scene, I had no clue that would happen! I never know what I'm going to do in my stories, and I was especially clueless on this one. I hoped you still liked it though!