Forest Lily
Authors Note: I, personally, do not know much about the NIGHTS into dreams games or comics!! Hides from the various food products being thrown at her from true Nights fans Wait!! I didn't finish yet!!! I am REALLY set on reading all the comics and playing some of the game!!! And FYI, a dear friend of mine is a HUGE Nights fan, and I'm going to have her edit this!!! She will NOT allow the Desecration of Reala's good (or shall I say bad) name!!! Have no Fear!! The Glorious Kin-chan and Lord Duckie (Duckie, SB, NOT Ducky, so: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!) are here to write you a Fanfiction!! And: DO NOT BE PARANOID!!!!! Maresuke-kun shall do all the story-editing!!!
Disclaimer: Me no own,
So you no sue
Or I'll make duck feed
Out of you.
Oh My God…I am even cornier than Washi-san!! pounds head repeatedly on table for acting even worse then her father
P.S.: If you'll take the time to notice that, besides the obvious (this is an Alternate Universe Fanfiction), the plotline in this story is based off another favorite of mine, Inuyasha!!!! dances around the internet with her ribbons and her trusty pointy stick Tralala!! Wai, Wai!!! Inuyasha-tachi ROCKS!!! Sess-chan/ Mr. Fluffy is SOOO Kawaii!! Ahem. Sorries ^^; Anywho…On with the SHOW!!!!
Character List:
-Reala/Reara- Kawashou Bushiro: Correct River (kawa-river, shou-correct), Warrior Son (Bushi-samurai, ro-son)
-Jazlin/Jatzurin- Hoshitaka Yurimori: North Star (hoshi-star, taka-north), Forest Lily (mori-forest, yuri-lily)
Duwa Erioto, Sinkurare Kuraitsu, Rojiro (Maligno)
P.P.S.: Did you know that when I came up with this story idea I had only read, at MAX, the first 5 pages or so of the first NiGHTS into Deams comic???? Weird, huh?
ALSO: I OWN JAZLIN!!!!! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE HER WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So there. pout }:
Vocabulary:
Chan-attachment applied to girls and/or little kids
Kawaii-cute
Kun-attachment for guys (usually of high school age)
Otouto-little brother
Oyasumi-Good night
Sama-attachment meaning "most honorable"
Tachi-attachment that means something like " and Co." or "and Group"
Prologue:
Jazlin looked behind her as she flew off and away from Wizeman and into the sunset of Nightopia. He seemed to be tiring of chasing her and sent one of his many henchmen after her. It didn't really matter who he sent after her. She was the fastest runner and/or flier Nightopia had ever seen, she thought with a boost of pride. No one could beat her… except for Reala, of course, who was…SHIT! Who was coming after her this very moment! Oh, this sucked! ! This most definitely sucked! No one except Jazlin herself could realize on how many levels this situation SUCKED!!!
Right now, she was extremely worried. She had only gone up against Reala once, 25 years ago, but that one defeat had been enough for her. She had been the reputed fastest Nightmaren in all of Nightopia, but his speed was legendary. So she had challenged him to finally prove herself, once and for all, the best. What she had proven was that Reala could wipe the floor with her and that, although she was better than anyone else, she was only second best. That was the cause for all her worry at the moment. An idea struck her as she flew further on. Females were supposed to have more endurance, right? So maybe she could outlast him! Wait, that would only work if she had one Hellova head start! Damn. All out of ideas, she decided to try and buy herself some time and conserve energy she might need later if it came to a fight. And, reluctant as she was to admit it, it looked very well like it would come to that.
She stopped in midair, not moving from her position to turn around and see if Reala was going to attack her or, possibly run into her. Instead she saw him pass over her head as he overshot and then turned around to face her.
Reala twitched, a sign of inner turmoil on his usually calm face. Damn, was she fast! No wonder Wizeman had sent him after her. He hadn't been getting tired of chasing her, he'd been getting tired from chasing her!! Of course, after the last time they had raced, every time he saw her she was either running or speed flying, but he had just thought the girl was hyper!!! All that time she must've been training!! But for 25 years straight????? That would've been hard to believe, except for the fact that he was quickly tiring from chasing her, even though, in total, he'd only been chasing her about a half hour. This was bad, most definitely bad! He could tell she was tiring as well, but since she had started to be able to mask her emotions and states, just as he had done a few hundred years ago, he couldn't tell precisely how much.
Huh? What in the World was she doing??? She had just stopped flying and hung, as if suspended, in midair. He managed to avoid toppling over her and sending them both crashing into the lake below them. Doing a summersault in the air, he slowed, the pressure pushing the water away from him, as he turned around to face her taking a good look at her for the first time in his long life.
She…she looked exactly like him!! There were only a few small discrepancies in coloring and figure! In place of his red she was pastel purple, her "ears" were longer and extended down to her feet, and instead of his "W" shaped skin-color line, her's was shaped rather like a rather soft, down turned, widow's peak. Of course, she also had a chest but…Reala drew his eyes forcefully up to meet hers. Her eyes were he darkest violet he or anyone would ever see, thought Reala. In The Waking World or Nightopia, and they were set to a frame of generous lashes. Right now, she looked slightly worried and preoccupied as she glanced at him. She floated over to Reala and stood within Three feet of him. He never allowed anyone that close, but for some reason he was still unable to react. He was locked onto her eyes and couldn't seem to tear himself away from them. And then, with a voice that sounded of mountain streams and bells, she startled him, as she asked the simplest yet most complicated in all the worlds.
"Why?" she asked, looking worried yet slightly curious. Oh Kami, her eyes.
"Wha-what do you mean 'Why'?" he said, backing away from her slightly as she closed the gap between them even further, to float not even a foot in front of him.
"I mean 'why'," she asked again, as she drowned in his deeper-than- reality indigo blue eyes, unable to look away. This had started out as a ploy, but when she had come face to face with him, truly, for the first time ever, it had become more, Much more.
"To what?" Reala managed to cough out. He knew very well as to "what" she spoke of.
"Everything." She stared even deeper into his eyes. She needed to know now. She didn't know why, but she did. He had suffered Wizeman's tortures and abuse just as she had. They both bore the same odd scars of Wizeman's claws, black, tattoo-like statements to the horrors they had beheld. These were the reason that Wizeman's forces were depleteing. They either stood up to him and were killed, or ran away from his abusive grasp if they could. Some, they had heard of, even killed themselves.
Reala looked at her. Yes, he knew why she was running away. It was the same reason he had for staying. He had absolutely no idea as to why he was actually telling her this, but he thought of his otouto-chan and he spoke a single word.
…
"Nights."
Jazlin stared ever deeper into those eyes that were darker than night. Of course, it had occurred to her before, but she had never really thought of this Nightmaren that stood before her as anything but an obstacle in the past, therefore not spending very much time on such thoughts as his personal life.
She had, of course, seen the younger brother around the castle that Wizeman had created 100 years ago. She had received her scars long ago, but Reala, his were more recent. 75 years ago if she remembered correctly. Nights had just arrived the year before and the poor kid thought he had been ready. Unfortunately, he had accidentally ruined one of Wizeman's spells and Reala had jumped in, pushing his brother out of the way. Thus, he had received what was meant for Nights, at the same time exposing his one weakness, his little brother. Of course, Jazlin had not been there to witness it. She was, as Reala had been mostly a vigilante, who worked under Wizeman at various times, for varying reasons. That was why pushing his outoto out of the way had not been such a good idea. Now Wizeman knew what Reala's weakness was and would exploit it for all it was worth.
Jazlin had heard of the incident from Puffy, poor girl. She was completely distraught that Wizeman would try to hurt someone so young. Jazlin had sympathized, but she knew immediately that Reala was most likely lost to them forever now, as was Nights. She looked into his eyes again, not with pity, for she knew he would not stand for that, but with understanding. For she, herself, had lost a loved one to Wizeman, just as this wonderful creature before her almost had. She knew how evil Wizeman could truly be.
Reala was startled when he saw not pity, but understanding, coming from those luscious violet eyes of hers. How could she possibly understan- …Sakura! That's right! Jazlin had had a little sister. Sakura. Gosh, it had been so long he'd almost forgotten. Sakura had been a small, bright, and happy child, all pink and white and light blue. It had been so long, back when he was half his current age, that he hardly even remembered what happened. But whatever the reason, the certain thing was that Wizeman had killed Sakura, and that was that.
He cringed; it was hard to say which was worst. Having actually lost someone to the terror that was Wizeman, or loosing yourself to protect someone you cared deeply for and was a vulnerable as the first spring flowers. He looked up at her once again and was all too soon ensnared in her eyes. Then she spoke to him.
" You want to leave, don't you?" he winced, and then nodded in response.
"It's alright to, you know. You deserve it, if anyone does." His eyes were starting to feel funny as he responded.
"What are you leaving for, anyway? What's your real reason? What would you do if you left?" she took a deep, shuddering breath, as she looked almost ready to bolt, before she responded.
"What I'm leaving for is…unimportant. And… I'm going to go to the forest and guard the flowers.
"The flowers?" he asked, confused. She turned her head away and looked off into the distance dreamily.
"Yes, the forest lilies are my favorite, but they all need protection…from the evil." He stared at her for lack of something to say. Was she talking in riddles?
"Are going to take me back now?" she wondered aloud, turning her head back towards him. She was again taken in by his wonderful eyes, eyes that seemed to go into the deep pools of the universe. She looked at him and then, for a moment, forgot. Forgot to care about what had happened to her. She smiled gently. She liked to smile. It felt nice to smile.
Reala was shaken to the core when she smiled. It was as if some bright sun had come out from behind an eternity. What was this strange power this girl seemed to possess? This power that she could get to him like that? He truly wanted to take her up on her offer, and just fly away, but, then again, he could not. He turned his head away. Was he going to take her back?
"No." She looked surprised. "I never caught up with you. You see, you had been practicing for the past 25 years, as I soon realized when you outlasted me and I lost you somewhere around the lake. I would never have been able to catch up, so I returned to the castle." She still looked startled, but then caught on.
"Yes, I suppose that did happen. Of course, won't you want to come back out every now and then to see if you can catch the ungrateful traitor??" she asked. She couldn't have this be the last time she ever saw him. Besides, that would get him out from under Wizeman's wrath, wouldn't it?
Reala was thinking along the same lines. He was startled, eyes widened, as they were, that she would dare think of such a plan. True, it would delay the inevitable torture, but would it be worse if/when Wizeman found out? Did that really matter? What of Nights? He looked back at her one last time. Oh God, those eyes!
She saw him look back at her for, what she remorsefully thought, would be the very last time.
"I suppose I would have to do that to keep Wizeman happy, wouldn't I?" She stared at him in amazement. He was going to come back?! She grinned happily and Reala almost lost his balance and fell into the lake when he saw her face. Kami, she was beautiful. She giggled, and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. He looked away as he blushed and decided to make his farewells.
"I should be getting back to the castle now," he stated in monotone.
"Of course," she replied, pulling him even further towards her as she whispered by his ear. "I'll be waiting with the Forest Lilies, Reala-sama"
"Sama"? Reala thought as he flew off toward the twilight of Nightopia, with a slight smile gracing his lips. I've never been called that before…
Jazlin smiled gently once more, as he flew off into the coming night. He was going to come back. He would come back…for her.
…
"Oyasumi, Reala-kun"
And, with that, she flew off towards the Mysterious Forest of Nightopia, where the flowers she had spoke of had already started to appear and bloom. She knelt down beside a pure white Forest Lily and spoke to it.
"He's coming back for me."
Authors Note: I, personally, do not know much about the NIGHTS into dreams games or comics!! Hides from the various food products being thrown at her from true Nights fans Wait!! I didn't finish yet!!! I am REALLY set on reading all the comics and playing some of the game!!! And FYI, a dear friend of mine is a HUGE Nights fan, and I'm going to have her edit this!!! She will NOT allow the Desecration of Reala's good (or shall I say bad) name!!! Have no Fear!! The Glorious Kin-chan and Lord Duckie (Duckie, SB, NOT Ducky, so: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!) are here to write you a Fanfiction!! And: DO NOT BE PARANOID!!!!! Maresuke-kun shall do all the story-editing!!!
Disclaimer: Me no own,
So you no sue
Or I'll make duck feed
Out of you.
Oh My God…I am even cornier than Washi-san!! pounds head repeatedly on table for acting even worse then her father
P.S.: If you'll take the time to notice that, besides the obvious (this is an Alternate Universe Fanfiction), the plotline in this story is based off another favorite of mine, Inuyasha!!!! dances around the internet with her ribbons and her trusty pointy stick Tralala!! Wai, Wai!!! Inuyasha-tachi ROCKS!!! Sess-chan/ Mr. Fluffy is SOOO Kawaii!! Ahem. Sorries ^^; Anywho…On with the SHOW!!!!
Character List:
-Reala/Reara- Kawashou Bushiro: Correct River (kawa-river, shou-correct), Warrior Son (Bushi-samurai, ro-son)
-Jazlin/Jatzurin- Hoshitaka Yurimori: North Star (hoshi-star, taka-north), Forest Lily (mori-forest, yuri-lily)
Duwa Erioto, Sinkurare Kuraitsu, Rojiro (Maligno)
P.P.S.: Did you know that when I came up with this story idea I had only read, at MAX, the first 5 pages or so of the first NiGHTS into Deams comic???? Weird, huh?
ALSO: I OWN JAZLIN!!!!! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE HER WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So there. pout }:
Vocabulary:
Chan-attachment applied to girls and/or little kids
Kawaii-cute
Kun-attachment for guys (usually of high school age)
Otouto-little brother
Oyasumi-Good night
Sama-attachment meaning "most honorable"
Tachi-attachment that means something like " and Co." or "and Group"
Prologue:
Jazlin looked behind her as she flew off and away from Wizeman and into the sunset of Nightopia. He seemed to be tiring of chasing her and sent one of his many henchmen after her. It didn't really matter who he sent after her. She was the fastest runner and/or flier Nightopia had ever seen, she thought with a boost of pride. No one could beat her… except for Reala, of course, who was…SHIT! Who was coming after her this very moment! Oh, this sucked! ! This most definitely sucked! No one except Jazlin herself could realize on how many levels this situation SUCKED!!!
Right now, she was extremely worried. She had only gone up against Reala once, 25 years ago, but that one defeat had been enough for her. She had been the reputed fastest Nightmaren in all of Nightopia, but his speed was legendary. So she had challenged him to finally prove herself, once and for all, the best. What she had proven was that Reala could wipe the floor with her and that, although she was better than anyone else, she was only second best. That was the cause for all her worry at the moment. An idea struck her as she flew further on. Females were supposed to have more endurance, right? So maybe she could outlast him! Wait, that would only work if she had one Hellova head start! Damn. All out of ideas, she decided to try and buy herself some time and conserve energy she might need later if it came to a fight. And, reluctant as she was to admit it, it looked very well like it would come to that.
She stopped in midair, not moving from her position to turn around and see if Reala was going to attack her or, possibly run into her. Instead she saw him pass over her head as he overshot and then turned around to face her.
Reala twitched, a sign of inner turmoil on his usually calm face. Damn, was she fast! No wonder Wizeman had sent him after her. He hadn't been getting tired of chasing her, he'd been getting tired from chasing her!! Of course, after the last time they had raced, every time he saw her she was either running or speed flying, but he had just thought the girl was hyper!!! All that time she must've been training!! But for 25 years straight????? That would've been hard to believe, except for the fact that he was quickly tiring from chasing her, even though, in total, he'd only been chasing her about a half hour. This was bad, most definitely bad! He could tell she was tiring as well, but since she had started to be able to mask her emotions and states, just as he had done a few hundred years ago, he couldn't tell precisely how much.
Huh? What in the World was she doing??? She had just stopped flying and hung, as if suspended, in midair. He managed to avoid toppling over her and sending them both crashing into the lake below them. Doing a summersault in the air, he slowed, the pressure pushing the water away from him, as he turned around to face her taking a good look at her for the first time in his long life.
She…she looked exactly like him!! There were only a few small discrepancies in coloring and figure! In place of his red she was pastel purple, her "ears" were longer and extended down to her feet, and instead of his "W" shaped skin-color line, her's was shaped rather like a rather soft, down turned, widow's peak. Of course, she also had a chest but…Reala drew his eyes forcefully up to meet hers. Her eyes were he darkest violet he or anyone would ever see, thought Reala. In The Waking World or Nightopia, and they were set to a frame of generous lashes. Right now, she looked slightly worried and preoccupied as she glanced at him. She floated over to Reala and stood within Three feet of him. He never allowed anyone that close, but for some reason he was still unable to react. He was locked onto her eyes and couldn't seem to tear himself away from them. And then, with a voice that sounded of mountain streams and bells, she startled him, as she asked the simplest yet most complicated in all the worlds.
"Why?" she asked, looking worried yet slightly curious. Oh Kami, her eyes.
"Wha-what do you mean 'Why'?" he said, backing away from her slightly as she closed the gap between them even further, to float not even a foot in front of him.
"I mean 'why'," she asked again, as she drowned in his deeper-than- reality indigo blue eyes, unable to look away. This had started out as a ploy, but when she had come face to face with him, truly, for the first time ever, it had become more, Much more.
"To what?" Reala managed to cough out. He knew very well as to "what" she spoke of.
"Everything." She stared even deeper into his eyes. She needed to know now. She didn't know why, but she did. He had suffered Wizeman's tortures and abuse just as she had. They both bore the same odd scars of Wizeman's claws, black, tattoo-like statements to the horrors they had beheld. These were the reason that Wizeman's forces were depleteing. They either stood up to him and were killed, or ran away from his abusive grasp if they could. Some, they had heard of, even killed themselves.
Reala looked at her. Yes, he knew why she was running away. It was the same reason he had for staying. He had absolutely no idea as to why he was actually telling her this, but he thought of his otouto-chan and he spoke a single word.
…
"Nights."
Jazlin stared ever deeper into those eyes that were darker than night. Of course, it had occurred to her before, but she had never really thought of this Nightmaren that stood before her as anything but an obstacle in the past, therefore not spending very much time on such thoughts as his personal life.
She had, of course, seen the younger brother around the castle that Wizeman had created 100 years ago. She had received her scars long ago, but Reala, his were more recent. 75 years ago if she remembered correctly. Nights had just arrived the year before and the poor kid thought he had been ready. Unfortunately, he had accidentally ruined one of Wizeman's spells and Reala had jumped in, pushing his brother out of the way. Thus, he had received what was meant for Nights, at the same time exposing his one weakness, his little brother. Of course, Jazlin had not been there to witness it. She was, as Reala had been mostly a vigilante, who worked under Wizeman at various times, for varying reasons. That was why pushing his outoto out of the way had not been such a good idea. Now Wizeman knew what Reala's weakness was and would exploit it for all it was worth.
Jazlin had heard of the incident from Puffy, poor girl. She was completely distraught that Wizeman would try to hurt someone so young. Jazlin had sympathized, but she knew immediately that Reala was most likely lost to them forever now, as was Nights. She looked into his eyes again, not with pity, for she knew he would not stand for that, but with understanding. For she, herself, had lost a loved one to Wizeman, just as this wonderful creature before her almost had. She knew how evil Wizeman could truly be.
Reala was startled when he saw not pity, but understanding, coming from those luscious violet eyes of hers. How could she possibly understan- …Sakura! That's right! Jazlin had had a little sister. Sakura. Gosh, it had been so long he'd almost forgotten. Sakura had been a small, bright, and happy child, all pink and white and light blue. It had been so long, back when he was half his current age, that he hardly even remembered what happened. But whatever the reason, the certain thing was that Wizeman had killed Sakura, and that was that.
He cringed; it was hard to say which was worst. Having actually lost someone to the terror that was Wizeman, or loosing yourself to protect someone you cared deeply for and was a vulnerable as the first spring flowers. He looked up at her once again and was all too soon ensnared in her eyes. Then she spoke to him.
" You want to leave, don't you?" he winced, and then nodded in response.
"It's alright to, you know. You deserve it, if anyone does." His eyes were starting to feel funny as he responded.
"What are you leaving for, anyway? What's your real reason? What would you do if you left?" she took a deep, shuddering breath, as she looked almost ready to bolt, before she responded.
"What I'm leaving for is…unimportant. And… I'm going to go to the forest and guard the flowers.
"The flowers?" he asked, confused. She turned her head away and looked off into the distance dreamily.
"Yes, the forest lilies are my favorite, but they all need protection…from the evil." He stared at her for lack of something to say. Was she talking in riddles?
"Are going to take me back now?" she wondered aloud, turning her head back towards him. She was again taken in by his wonderful eyes, eyes that seemed to go into the deep pools of the universe. She looked at him and then, for a moment, forgot. Forgot to care about what had happened to her. She smiled gently. She liked to smile. It felt nice to smile.
Reala was shaken to the core when she smiled. It was as if some bright sun had come out from behind an eternity. What was this strange power this girl seemed to possess? This power that she could get to him like that? He truly wanted to take her up on her offer, and just fly away, but, then again, he could not. He turned his head away. Was he going to take her back?
"No." She looked surprised. "I never caught up with you. You see, you had been practicing for the past 25 years, as I soon realized when you outlasted me and I lost you somewhere around the lake. I would never have been able to catch up, so I returned to the castle." She still looked startled, but then caught on.
"Yes, I suppose that did happen. Of course, won't you want to come back out every now and then to see if you can catch the ungrateful traitor??" she asked. She couldn't have this be the last time she ever saw him. Besides, that would get him out from under Wizeman's wrath, wouldn't it?
Reala was thinking along the same lines. He was startled, eyes widened, as they were, that she would dare think of such a plan. True, it would delay the inevitable torture, but would it be worse if/when Wizeman found out? Did that really matter? What of Nights? He looked back at her one last time. Oh God, those eyes!
She saw him look back at her for, what she remorsefully thought, would be the very last time.
"I suppose I would have to do that to keep Wizeman happy, wouldn't I?" She stared at him in amazement. He was going to come back?! She grinned happily and Reala almost lost his balance and fell into the lake when he saw her face. Kami, she was beautiful. She giggled, and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. He looked away as he blushed and decided to make his farewells.
"I should be getting back to the castle now," he stated in monotone.
"Of course," she replied, pulling him even further towards her as she whispered by his ear. "I'll be waiting with the Forest Lilies, Reala-sama"
"Sama"? Reala thought as he flew off toward the twilight of Nightopia, with a slight smile gracing his lips. I've never been called that before…
Jazlin smiled gently once more, as he flew off into the coming night. He was going to come back. He would come back…for her.
…
"Oyasumi, Reala-kun"
And, with that, she flew off towards the Mysterious Forest of Nightopia, where the flowers she had spoke of had already started to appear and bloom. She knelt down beside a pure white Forest Lily and spoke to it.
"He's coming back for me."