Note: Chapter 15....Eep....I guess this will be the longest story that
I've made to date. Oh well. I still have another notebook full to put
up here before it's completely finished. Enjoy what you get when I can
send it in. R&R please. Because I'm finally back.
The Dark Side: Attempted Murder?
Manta watched Yoh's chest rise and fall in his sleep at school the next
day. He'd kept Yoh up until five thirty-two, and they'd had to get up
for school that morning.
"Sleeping in class again." Manta said as he shook his head
incredulously. "Then again, I've done my part in his exhaustion
lately."
The day wore on with no major events, though the teacher refused to
open up his desk drawer, which made for a roar of approval from most of
the students (can you guess which two didn't join the enthusiasm?) when
the teacher discovered he'd left his lesson planner and homework sheets
in what he had come to know as 'The Desk of Hell'.
As lunch came around, Manta shook Yoh's shoulders gently to wake him
up.
A muffled yawn came from his lover, but no sign of waking up.
"Yoh, come on. It's lunch time." Manta persisted.
Yoh frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, but other than that, he made no
other indication he had heard anything Manta had just said.
Inside Yoh's head, however, there was a world of confusion.
In one side of his mind, there was a battle raging on. A clash of
metal, and the two competitors were sent back in the air, both flipping
and landing on their feet with their backs facing towards each other.
The man to the right wore black a black silk robe, the letters 'LoD' on
its chest in gold cursive writing, a cobra helmet atop his long black
hair he had loose behind him, a weasel-like posture, and washolding
onto an old Egyptian sword with his annitials across the blade written
in dark black letters.
Across from him was the competitor, a young boy with black hair like
Yoh's, worn in the style of Amidamaru, with gray highlights, his blue-
green eyes wide, yet slanted slightly, a gold earring in each ear like
Kaki-Ri's and Yeno's were, his bangs like Yoh's blowing to the sides of
his face. The young one wore a white dress-like robe, a hawk's-head-
shapped helmet sitting atop his head proudly, covering his eyes. The
letters 'MC' were written boldly in gold across his chest like a royal
coad of arms. In his right hand, he held a sword that was shockingly
similar to Amidamaru's, in his left, the sword's sheath.
'Give in to it.' came a dark, deep voice from behind the white warrior.
'Your conception is darkened by my pre-conceived power. You have no
hope of purifying this soul.' It was the Destruction Lord. 'You are
darkening!'
The white warrior's eyes narrowed menacingly. "'I will not give in to
your will, Destruction! I have a job to do, and I'm going to do it!"'
came the pure, thunderous, mist-like voice of Yoh's and Manta's child.
'Then you will die, Starshine Yohtaru Oyamada! Like your parents!'
On the other side, the real world faintly flickered through in gray,
from Manta shaking Yoh's shoulders to the students walking out the door
to go to lunch.
The Lord looked to his side at the images, a faint grin spreading over
his face. 'Until you succumb, Starshine, you can watch my havock upon
the world. We cannot move from this spot because the Shaman is between
reality and the dream world, but I will show you a demonstration of
what you are facing.' he said.
Holding his left hand out to his side towards the images, a black and
green aura surrounded the Lord's hand. 'My, my. If it isn't the girl
related to a friend of the Court Wizard.' he said. 'She'll die first.'
As he spoke this, the aura errupted from his fingertips and hit the
image of the girl in the back, just as he turned to face Starshine and
Starshine jumped at him, his sword at the ready.
Yoh bolted upright as the girl hit with the aura blast screamed and
fell forward onto the ground on her knees, shaking like a leaf in the
wind.
Manta blinked in confusion as he looked from Yoh to Alina and back
again. What had just happened?
I've made to date. Oh well. I still have another notebook full to put
up here before it's completely finished. Enjoy what you get when I can
send it in. R&R please. Because I'm finally back.
The Dark Side: Attempted Murder?
Manta watched Yoh's chest rise and fall in his sleep at school the next
day. He'd kept Yoh up until five thirty-two, and they'd had to get up
for school that morning.
"Sleeping in class again." Manta said as he shook his head
incredulously. "Then again, I've done my part in his exhaustion
lately."
The day wore on with no major events, though the teacher refused to
open up his desk drawer, which made for a roar of approval from most of
the students (can you guess which two didn't join the enthusiasm?) when
the teacher discovered he'd left his lesson planner and homework sheets
in what he had come to know as 'The Desk of Hell'.
As lunch came around, Manta shook Yoh's shoulders gently to wake him
up.
A muffled yawn came from his lover, but no sign of waking up.
"Yoh, come on. It's lunch time." Manta persisted.
Yoh frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, but other than that, he made no
other indication he had heard anything Manta had just said.
Inside Yoh's head, however, there was a world of confusion.
In one side of his mind, there was a battle raging on. A clash of
metal, and the two competitors were sent back in the air, both flipping
and landing on their feet with their backs facing towards each other.
The man to the right wore black a black silk robe, the letters 'LoD' on
its chest in gold cursive writing, a cobra helmet atop his long black
hair he had loose behind him, a weasel-like posture, and washolding
onto an old Egyptian sword with his annitials across the blade written
in dark black letters.
Across from him was the competitor, a young boy with black hair like
Yoh's, worn in the style of Amidamaru, with gray highlights, his blue-
green eyes wide, yet slanted slightly, a gold earring in each ear like
Kaki-Ri's and Yeno's were, his bangs like Yoh's blowing to the sides of
his face. The young one wore a white dress-like robe, a hawk's-head-
shapped helmet sitting atop his head proudly, covering his eyes. The
letters 'MC' were written boldly in gold across his chest like a royal
coad of arms. In his right hand, he held a sword that was shockingly
similar to Amidamaru's, in his left, the sword's sheath.
'Give in to it.' came a dark, deep voice from behind the white warrior.
'Your conception is darkened by my pre-conceived power. You have no
hope of purifying this soul.' It was the Destruction Lord. 'You are
darkening!'
The white warrior's eyes narrowed menacingly. "'I will not give in to
your will, Destruction! I have a job to do, and I'm going to do it!"'
came the pure, thunderous, mist-like voice of Yoh's and Manta's child.
'Then you will die, Starshine Yohtaru Oyamada! Like your parents!'
On the other side, the real world faintly flickered through in gray,
from Manta shaking Yoh's shoulders to the students walking out the door
to go to lunch.
The Lord looked to his side at the images, a faint grin spreading over
his face. 'Until you succumb, Starshine, you can watch my havock upon
the world. We cannot move from this spot because the Shaman is between
reality and the dream world, but I will show you a demonstration of
what you are facing.' he said.
Holding his left hand out to his side towards the images, a black and
green aura surrounded the Lord's hand. 'My, my. If it isn't the girl
related to a friend of the Court Wizard.' he said. 'She'll die first.'
As he spoke this, the aura errupted from his fingertips and hit the
image of the girl in the back, just as he turned to face Starshine and
Starshine jumped at him, his sword at the ready.
Yoh bolted upright as the girl hit with the aura blast screamed and
fell forward onto the ground on her knees, shaking like a leaf in the
wind.
Manta blinked in confusion as he looked from Yoh to Alina and back
again. What had just happened?