Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Honoo or any of the series characters who may or not appear in this fic.
Honoo rounded the corner at a run and skidded to a halt. After a moments pause, he peered carefully around it and looked up the street. The man who had been chasing him for the past few blocks was checking an alley on the same side of the street as Honoo was. The man decided that the alley needed furthur inspection and walked purposley into the gap between the buildings. Not wanting to be seen, Honoo scurried across the road and ran in the opposite direction. When the adrenaline fueled paranoia had subsided, he dropped to a walk and headed in the general direction of the place he was staying.
Kicking up dirt in a bored manner, Honoo walked slowly down the dirt road, not in a rush to leave the town. Afterall, the close buildings provided more shelter from the wind than where he lived and, being a fire elemental demon, he hated the cold with a passion. All too soon, the buildings began to decrease in number, getting relaced by trees as if the whole town just melted back into the forest it had sprung from. The temperature noticibly decreased, causing the boy to wrap his arms around himself in an effort to keep warm. Finally he reached the place he called home these days. It had once been a small cottage, sitting on a hill, but had been abandoned several years ago. He remembered hearing soemthing about wild animals, but had yet to see any real reason for the former inhabitants to move out. Honoo opened the creaky door and entered, thankful for what little shelter it provided. There were many hold in the walls that let the wind come whistling through despite any attempt to reapair them. Repairs would have been easy if he'd had any money, which brought him back to the events of today. That hawk-eyed shop keeper had caught him stealing again. Honoo wished that the man had worse vision and a little more sympathy. It wasn't as if he enjoyed stealing food from the man, or that he really needed it live, he was an elemental and therefore immortal, but he still got hunger pains from not eating.
"Stupid humans don't trust what they don't understand..." Honoo muttered to himself as he set a bunch of branches on fire in the make shift fire place. He grabbed his blanket, threw it over his shoulders and sat down as close to the small fire as possible.
"I've really gotta head somewhere warmer..."
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A/N: Well, it was just this idea that was floating around for awhile... Honoo and Yuki had to met eachother and Mosqui at some point, right? And just how well could Fire and Ice get along in the begining? Read and Review to give me some ideas. I desperatly need them. I warn you ahead of time that I probably will never finish this...unless of course my Writer's block decides to leave. -_-;
Honoo rounded the corner at a run and skidded to a halt. After a moments pause, he peered carefully around it and looked up the street. The man who had been chasing him for the past few blocks was checking an alley on the same side of the street as Honoo was. The man decided that the alley needed furthur inspection and walked purposley into the gap between the buildings. Not wanting to be seen, Honoo scurried across the road and ran in the opposite direction. When the adrenaline fueled paranoia had subsided, he dropped to a walk and headed in the general direction of the place he was staying.
Kicking up dirt in a bored manner, Honoo walked slowly down the dirt road, not in a rush to leave the town. Afterall, the close buildings provided more shelter from the wind than where he lived and, being a fire elemental demon, he hated the cold with a passion. All too soon, the buildings began to decrease in number, getting relaced by trees as if the whole town just melted back into the forest it had sprung from. The temperature noticibly decreased, causing the boy to wrap his arms around himself in an effort to keep warm. Finally he reached the place he called home these days. It had once been a small cottage, sitting on a hill, but had been abandoned several years ago. He remembered hearing soemthing about wild animals, but had yet to see any real reason for the former inhabitants to move out. Honoo opened the creaky door and entered, thankful for what little shelter it provided. There were many hold in the walls that let the wind come whistling through despite any attempt to reapair them. Repairs would have been easy if he'd had any money, which brought him back to the events of today. That hawk-eyed shop keeper had caught him stealing again. Honoo wished that the man had worse vision and a little more sympathy. It wasn't as if he enjoyed stealing food from the man, or that he really needed it live, he was an elemental and therefore immortal, but he still got hunger pains from not eating.
"Stupid humans don't trust what they don't understand..." Honoo muttered to himself as he set a bunch of branches on fire in the make shift fire place. He grabbed his blanket, threw it over his shoulders and sat down as close to the small fire as possible.
"I've really gotta head somewhere warmer..."
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A/N: Well, it was just this idea that was floating around for awhile... Honoo and Yuki had to met eachother and Mosqui at some point, right? And just how well could Fire and Ice get along in the begining? Read and Review to give me some ideas. I desperatly need them. I warn you ahead of time that I probably will never finish this...unless of course my Writer's block decides to leave. -_-;