Have a Heart

Author's note: I needed a balance, between the story I am working on and well, this one. And since I found the novel of Howl's Moving Castle, I felt that I should update. So, if you have read my story pervious to this chapter, I suggest you go back and re-read it. I edited it a bit. Nothing major, just a few things here and there.

Disclaimer: See other disclaimers.

Reply to Lillythemarshmellowqueen: Me too, even though they won't admit it, they go well together. This update wasn't soon at all! And I'm really sorry about that! Haha, yep. Yep...Howl being a girl weired me out abit when I was reading through my own story. It'll all work for the best in the end, I hope.

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Being Followed

The tree tops shook as the new mobile home lumbered through the wooded area. Any driver that would look up from their Black-berries, from their cell-phones, from their corporative lives would be treated by the sight of a regal old farm house moving through the forest. The magical moving manor, a glorious castle from the days when the country was founded, continued on with no real destination.

The windows rattled in their colonial frame, and window shutters flapped. Plum, bug, and forest juices were smeared across the white paint of the old majestic house. Inside the house, Calcifer and Howl were getting better acquainted on their nerves.

"Can't you keep the house steady," Howl inquired innocently enough from the kitchen once the awe-shock had worn off, which was surprisingly quick. Another perk of not having a heart, I suppose. The pots and pans of the prestigious kitchen rattled about, as the china in the cupboards slipped and slided. She collected things in emanate danger of shatterdom and shived them off to safety by putting things in Tupperware containers that were found under the very clean and white sink.

She stored the fragile glasses in the various drawers of the kitchen, which had spoons and other things that were dumped on to the floor with a klatter. Once the glass and other breakable stuff were safe, she turned to the silverware. She gathered the spoons, forks, and knifes (leaving the sharp ones on the floor) up off the floor and released them all into the sink. She gave the kitchen a once over before exiting back to the living room where Calcifer was chugging away.

"Well?" Howl continued, wiping her hands over exaggeratingly as though cleaning them off from a meaningless task. The tacky little nick-knacks that once littered the room now, many in shards.

"I'm betting you don't have very many friends," Calcifer replied dryly, looking up at her with his tired like delightfully catroonish eyes. Howl just laughed flamboyantly.

The house moved on without an intention. It passed a tall spruce tree, which was dead and practically bare. On one of its thick out ward braches, a man stood on it. Holding on to the tree's peeling trunk with one hand.

"Well, I'll be," Creaked a voice to the right side of the man on the branch. The man was tall, built, tan- everything a stereotypical Native American should be, wearing something revoltingly traditional.

"Would you look at that," The voice to his right continued, and in a hazy silver mist, the voice become visible, well the voice owner that is. An old silver turtle with a triangle on his snout materialized on the right, holding on to his arm.

"Such Mana," A voice, quick and hard, said by his right leg. In a silver flash a scrawny large headed coyote materialized, with a tired old face that had two triangles that ran down its face, "That's the largest Oversoul we've seen yet."

"This could be interesting," A cocky over-confident voice chimed and in a silver blast, an eagle took form. He held on to the man's arm with its mighty bird talons and smirked as he looked down at the lumbering house, this animal possessed three triangles that stood up from his left eye. This paint continued down around his eye like war paint. His feathers glittered with silver.

"What're you gunna do, Silva?" A female voice questioned in concern, and like the others animal before her appeared in a silvery mist. She was a silvery snake with black bands that ran down her body and five triangles that fit together on her snake head in a simple pattern.

"Uh…uh..." Something grunted on this left. A buffalo materialized, he was fancy designed in silver and black with four triangles that stood on each others points.

"We knock," Silva replied to his animals, "Hard."

With that, he took off from his branch.