The Trappings of a Start.
this is an idea I had. Tell me what you think...
The sun rose early on my third birthday. As always, a thin mist fell from heaven down of lord pein's country.
Ame.
My home.
Mom tells me stories sometimes of the time when a big lizard lay over us. Lord pein saved us. That's what mama tells me. We live under his and lady angels gentle rule and blessings fall on us ever since god and his angel killed the lizard. I think they saved us from being squashed.
Outside was like watercolors. I wondered if, if I went outside, I would be colored red? But it was my birthday, and so I got onto wobbly feet and ran across the room to where my clothes were. Mama always made me bathe before breakfast if it was warm enough, so I hurried up. I couldn't remember my last birthday, but I knew that it was an important and wonderful day. I couldn't wait. I dashed outside across the street and down an alley to where a broken pipe dripped water into a bowl. I put off my clothes, picked the bowl up and slowly poured some over my front. Mama always told me to use as little as possible and not to get my hair wet. She says we aren't the only ones using the water and getting wet hair too often makes you ill. So I'm extra careful. I want today to be brilliant.
I put on my clothes again, and they stick to my skin. It's cold so I'm shivering as I run back in to wake up mama. She's curled up with two bottles of smelly stuff in her arms. Another bottle is empty and a fourth is broken, making the smelly stuff spill on the floor. I try shaking mama. It stinks and my eyes water, but I shake anyway.
"Mommy!" More shaking.
"Mommy wake up!" Her eyes open slowly to look into my grinning face.
"It's my birthday!" She groaned...
"Alright darling gimme a sec." ... and promptly turned over.
I put my hands on my hips and put on a pout.
"Moo-Meee, I already bathed. Wake up!" When she doesn't react I throw my self onto her.
"Oomph. What the hell gaki!" She sits up, throwing me off her and throwing me a glare. I right myself and grin at her.
"My birthday."
She scowls
"Fuck that."
I stick my tongue out at her, being careful to be out of grabbing distance.
Growling she stands up and I run out giggling.
Later, when mama's washed, and caught me to give me a noogie, after I've surrendered, me and mama head out for breakfast.
It's my birthday, so me and mama dig and dig in the corner of our room until we dig up a old shiny box that mama said was once her mama's, my grandma's but she's dead now. I ask what dead is and mom says gone. I ask when she's coming back and mama says that the dead are gone forever. Forever is such a long time. Nothing lasts that long. So I tell her not to cry cuz baaba'll be back and she smiles a not-smile that bends in weird places and says ' oh sweety'.
Inside the box are lots of things that were keeping safe until the dead wears off of our family. There's grandpa's ring and grandma's dress-thing and a few metal plates with pictures on. There's also lots of paper-pictures and paper with squiggles on it. There's also a bag full of metal discs, which is what mommy pulls out now. She also picks up a photo ofo my dad. He's tall with red hair, and mama always seems much sadder looking at that picture than when talking about grandma. He's gone she'd say to me when I ask. 'Just gone.'
The pouch goes under mum's jacket and we leave home to go out into the rain. People are waking up, so me and mommy aren't alone outside. I hold on to mom's skirt as she walks. We don't talk. I can see the older kids picking stuff away from rich people. When one of them comes towards mama I scowl and shake my head. Mama says we have to protect the box. To never tell anyone where it is. Since the discs were in it, I do the same for them. No-one is taking something important to mama. A ninja jumps over us, and my eyes follow him. I her a soft whoa and see it's from the kid who tried taking from us. It's a girl like me. She looks at me and this time in nod my head. Ninja are awesome.
We stop at a bakery. Everything is so posh. I feel like hiding, but moma squares her shoulders and walks in, so I stick out my chest and walk in.
Mommy buys two weird thingies that we eat on the only tree I know. They taste delicious and make me feel almost painfully full.
"So, sweetie, you are four now." I only nod. I feel tired. Mom flicks my nose.
"You know whats missing? A present." My eyes light up.
"Really? A present? What is it what is it what is it. Come on." Ii pout when mom only shakes her hear with a smile on her face. Its a present in itself. Mom doesn't smile properly often anymore. She hands me a box. I Accept it and carefully pull off the lid. Inside is that mouth thing shinobi use. I just stare.
"It's a rebreather. Come, I'll help you put it on." I nod me head, jumping as I hold it out to her. It's awesome.
I run to a puddle to admire my reflection. Grey eyes stare out at me, from a pale freckled face framed in red hair. Momma says it's dark scarlet, it's much darker than dady's. The rebreather fits over my mouth and nose. I look amazing. Fantastic. Super. Suplichious. Fantadastic. I don't know any more words.
"Thank you" I say and throw myself at mama. For a moment she starts, and I wonder why. Then she hugs me back tightly.
and so goes the first chapter and introduction of "A Tale Or Two". {Currently unedited}
It's not much to go on, but I hope it will act as a teaser. Expect the next chapter tomorrow.
I have not written anything in quite a while so bare with me. However, if there is interest, I have this planned out for at least 50 chapters...