It all started with me searching the web for some fanfiction about the medicine seller from ayakashi/mononoke and not finding anything. Seariously, is there any? In english? At least in russian? So i've decided to take matters into my own hands :) I'm not pretending to be such a great writer, since it's the first serious fanfiction i've ever wrote,and my english is not that great either, but i'm trying my best. who knows, maybe a person or two will actualy read this...
...And i do not own the mononoke or ayakashi series.
Frozen
Chapter one
Winter covered the city with a thick blanket, hushing the sounds, blurring the vision, slowing all movements. The world, the sky, the plants and animals, all lost their colors and surrendered to the white. No snow was falling, no wind blowing, and if not for the lonely figure, moving slowly through the city's main street, one would think that life itself had ceased to exist.
And how out of place that figure seemed! You would think the bright haired man had wandered here from a foreign country, if not plain of existence. Everything about him was alien, from his colorful clothes to the tip of his long, pointy ears. The strange man didn't look cold nor tired. Perhaps he was a bit lost, maybe it was a way of confusing enemies, but his journey through the city streets seemed quite deranged. If one was to draw a line on the map, following the man's travel, he would end up looking at a peculiar doodle, resembling a six edged star. Finely, after hours of twists and turns, the man stopped in front of a two story house. There was nothing unusual about the building, except for the fact that it wasn't there a moment ago. The gate wasn't locked, and he let himself in.
"Let me get this straight", the blond man said, as if talking to himself, "You put up a barrier that kept me wandering around town for hours, yet it's ok not to lock the front gate"?
"So sorry", a female voice answered, coming from somewhere above, "I'm afraid my mind is a bit scattered today. I'll be right down. Please make yourself at home, medicine seller – san".
When the owner of the voice came downstairs, she found the man (a medicine seller who can go through magical barriers, as we now know) sitting on a western style chair, his legs spread on the low japanese table.
"When i told you to make yourself at home", she said with an annoyed expression, "i didn't mean it quite this literally... Now that i think about it, do you even have a home"?
"Who knows, depends on the definition"...
"You're a phenomenon, do you know that"?
"Indeed".
"Perhaps a cataclysm".
"Perhaps".
"Lets get back to business, medicine seller – san. I require your help".
"Oh. What makes you think that i will help you"?
"You got all the way here just to refuse"?
"Mm, who knows"...
"Will you at least hear me out"?
When no reaction came from the stoic figure in front of her, she decided to take it as a sign of approval, and began the story.