Disclaimer: The following fanfic is from my imagination, inspired by the
brilliant Vampire Hunter D movie. D (unfortunately) dosent belong to me, he
belongs to his creator and the people that made him into a movie. Read on:
Chapter One: I'll do whatever you say just shut up!
"D, look! A town!"
"We don't need anything." Replied a tired voice.
The owner of the voice, a man, was clad all in black. He wore a dark cloak and large brimmed hat with fine scarves around his neck. His skin was pale and his angular face was set with deep, sad, dark blue eyes. The man was seated atop a massive cyborg horse and making his steady way across the desert terrain.
"We're passing through anyway. Please, just one day. I need to hear somebody's voice other than yours'." The voice was pleading with the man. D remained silent however, gazing ahead, watching.
"D. you know I wont be quiet until you say yes." It stated.
"No."
"Oh, come on D. You know you need to rest; eat something," it paused. "or someone."
D didn't speak.
"D!!!"
"No."
"D! D! D!" It whined over and over, its raspy voice hurting D's ears.
"One night. That's all."
"YES!" If the thing could have moved anything other than its face it would have done a victory dance.
"You have to stay quiet."
"Fine." It agreed grumpily, staying silent for only a minute. It spoke up again. "Can we go faster?"
"Will you stop speaking if I do?" The man asked amusedly. The voice was silent. D put on his gloves and kicked the horse into a quicker gait. It was half a day's ride across the rest of the desert to the town. His cyborg horse could make it; D was sure it had enough water and cooling liquid to make it. D looked down at his left hand.
"Are you happy now?" He asked dryly.
"Ecstatic." Came its muffled reply through his glove.
The wind plucked at his cape as the horse sped up yet again and the cloak flowed out behind him. True to its word, the symbiot was quiet as they rode into town that night. D, with luck on his side, Procured the last room in the town's tavern and stabled Nightmare at a nearby barn.
Chapter One: I'll do whatever you say just shut up!
"D, look! A town!"
"We don't need anything." Replied a tired voice.
The owner of the voice, a man, was clad all in black. He wore a dark cloak and large brimmed hat with fine scarves around his neck. His skin was pale and his angular face was set with deep, sad, dark blue eyes. The man was seated atop a massive cyborg horse and making his steady way across the desert terrain.
"We're passing through anyway. Please, just one day. I need to hear somebody's voice other than yours'." The voice was pleading with the man. D remained silent however, gazing ahead, watching.
"D. you know I wont be quiet until you say yes." It stated.
"No."
"Oh, come on D. You know you need to rest; eat something," it paused. "or someone."
D didn't speak.
"D!!!"
"No."
"D! D! D!" It whined over and over, its raspy voice hurting D's ears.
"One night. That's all."
"YES!" If the thing could have moved anything other than its face it would have done a victory dance.
"You have to stay quiet."
"Fine." It agreed grumpily, staying silent for only a minute. It spoke up again. "Can we go faster?"
"Will you stop speaking if I do?" The man asked amusedly. The voice was silent. D put on his gloves and kicked the horse into a quicker gait. It was half a day's ride across the rest of the desert to the town. His cyborg horse could make it; D was sure it had enough water and cooling liquid to make it. D looked down at his left hand.
"Are you happy now?" He asked dryly.
"Ecstatic." Came its muffled reply through his glove.
The wind plucked at his cape as the horse sped up yet again and the cloak flowed out behind him. True to its word, the symbiot was quiet as they rode into town that night. D, with luck on his side, Procured the last room in the town's tavern and stabled Nightmare at a nearby barn.