I'm baaaaaaaack! Who missed me? I know. Your all like… Not me. Oh well. I'm back anyway. Sorry I was gone for so long, but, my vision was screwed up, and I couldn't see. And school doesn't help with that either. But, I'm back now. And now, for the disclaimer! Do it brutis!
Brutis (the hermit crab)- -blink.. blink blink scuffle scuffle-
Whoops. So, I'll do it then. I don't own shaman king, though I will one day. Ebay, is where I will buy it! Aha! So, Here comes the story
A small girl ran through the streets, sliding on the ice. She had brown hair, tied into two braids. She had bandages on her hands, that were acting as gloves. They were torn, and frayed. She was running, she had been for a long time. She knew the only chance of getting her father back, would be to go to the doctor. Everyone was weary of him, but she hoped that he would have a kind heart. Pounding on the door, she waited, biting her lip.
Faust VIII Answered the door, blinking, looking for whom knocked then looked down. He knelt, to get more to the child's size, but alas was still taller. "Hallo?" He said, blinking, and smiling at her. She looked afraid. If you were small, and a giant tree sized man looked down at you, then got face to face with you, and looked the way Faust does, wouldn't you be afraid?
Stopping herself from letting out a scream, she smiled back. "Ah.. Hallo. Mien Vader… He.. he needs your help sir. We can't find a doctor to treat him. We've looked everywhere. We don't have much money, but, we will pay you back. We will pay your fee. It may take some time, but please, don't let my Vader die. We only have him left. Please." She pleaded, her eyes wavering.
Faust sniffled, then nodded. "Come in. You must be cold. Let me get my things, and my assistant, and we will be on our way." He let her in, shutting the door behind them. He walked back to where his bag was, and got ready to go outside. He smiled at Eliza, not even having to say a word to her. She already knew, as if they could speak, without speaking. She nodded, putting on her things as well.
"What is your name?" Eliza asked. Frieda blinked, twitching slightly. She wondered where all these tree people had come from. She barley passed their knees, and that wasn't making her to happy. "Frieda." She said quietly, letting out a breath. "Can we hurry? My Vader doesn't have much time, and we need to hurry." She said, biting her lip. They left, Faust making sure to lock the doors behind them.
Frieda wasn't going to wait. She ran off again, and Faust and Eliza quickened their pace, not having to run to keep up with the small girl. Finally they got to the apartment. The two blondes exchanged glances, but didn't say a word. "Well… show us to your father." Faust said, putting on a smile. He knew that if the man was in a place like this, he wasn't going to last long. Not by any means, even if the gods were on his side, or the devil for that matter.
Frieda nodded, and ran up a stairwell, the stairs rickety. She didn't seem to notice, though Faust and Eliza walked up carefully, both of the giants having to bend to avoid hitting their head on the beams.
The girl opened the door, not bothering to lock up when her brother left for work. "Vader? Vader?" She called, running into the bedroom, the only one in the small apartment. She shook his arm, smiling. "Vader, I have a doctor! I have someone who will make you well!" She said happily. She shook his arm again.
Faust let out a sigh. True, She had brought a doctor. But, a doctor wouldn't help on someone who was dead, as clearly as this man was. Faust turned to Eliza, and nodded, and she kneeled down next to the little girl. "Frieda right?" She said, and the girl nodded back, worry clearly shown in her eyes. "I think we should let the doctor look him over." She said, trying to get the girl to leave the room.
"But why?" She asked, and Frieda's eyes showed the sudden realization. "No. He can't be gone!" She screamed, fighting Eliza, to get back to the cold lifeless corpse. "He can't be! He was here when I left! I told him I would get him help!" She screamed, scratching, and flailing. Eliza had a strong grip on the girls pallid waist, and wouldn't let go.
As the girl burst into tears, and dropped her head, all the fight went out of her small body. "I'm sorry. But he's dead." Faust said quietly. He looked to the body, trying to decide what to do.