((Never would I have thought I'd be using a key for this fanfic... but it's
very minor. Hopefully it'll reduce confusion.
"..." ~~ Regular quotations represent regular speech. (ieJapanese)
#...# ~~ These will represent a different language (ei English)
See... it wasn't so bad... was it?))
Oh! And this one gets a PG-15 warning because of some VERY heavy insults. The
scary thing is that the incident here is similar to that what almost happened
during lunch at my college campus. It's twue it's twue! Feh... seems all I
am learning in the "U" are more cuss-words. u_u;;
With that in mind, let's begin.
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
She leaned against the wall of a dark alleyway. She couldn't stop
now, if she rested, surely they would get her! But she couldn't run any
longer, at least for now. She needed to regain her breath. Suddenly, she
heard footsteps... well... it was more like a stampede. As she leaned against
the cold, brick wall, holding her breath as to not make a sound, a group of
men, young and old, stormed pass the alleyway. Their voices full of furry and
determination. She gave a sigh of relief as they passed by, unaware of her
presence, but the peace didn't last long. A few seconds later another
stampede passed by, but this time it was made of women, young and old,
pleading out her name to join them in their crusade.
It would be a blood-battle should those two groups ever meet. She
had heard the tales when the Joketsuzoku Amazons and the Bird-tribe of Mt.
Phoenix, in China, had met. It was a legendary battle that would be passed on
for generations to come. Of course, that battle would be nothing compared to
the chaos should these two groups ever collide.
For Hibiki Chieko, the confrontation of the "Promise-Keepers" and the
"Feminazis" of Texas was definitely something to be feared of.
Promises Lost 7
Haikei Okaasan...
After five minutes hiding within the shadows of the alleyway, Chieko
peeked out into the busy street, keeping an eye out for any pursuers. She let
out another sigh seeing that the coast was clear. She shifted her heavy
traveling pack, adjusting it on her shoulders comfortably, then started
walking toward a random direction. Not that it was difficult to do; every
direction to her was random. Chieko just hoped that this time her lack of
sense of direction wouldn't take her to another fundamentalist convention.
This trip to America had been trouble from the very moment it started.
From the trouble from customs, to her so-called-guide ditching her for some
cute guy. Eh well... he wasn't much of an adequate guide anyway. The worst
was the purpose of this trip: She had left the comforts of her Japanese
homeland to give a lecture on tips of traveling abroad in sales! Of all the
stupid things. Sure she has had more experience than any professor has had in
the field, but at least it was "all expenses paid."
Chieko sighed and continued walking. Perhaps she'd be able to hail a
cab over to take her to the airport. The sooner she leaves the better. She
had gotten a message from her husband a two weeks ago. Seems he found her son
Ryouga in his travels. Tears instantly sprang to her face. Oh how she missed
her baby so bad! It felt like ages since she's seen her boy. She should be
in Japan as well with her husband and her son, not wandering the lighted
streets of Houston, searching for a cab.
She had always considered herself the emotional one in the pairing
between her husband and herself, so it wasn't a surprise to her when she
slammed her fist into the wall in frustration. What was a surprise was the
resounding splash, caused by the vibration of the impact to the wall, causing
the gutter above to break and splash some unsuspecting sap.
#Che... Thaotome, teme! Bathi ga atharu!!!#
Now there was a shock for Chieko. She turned around and saw a small
boy, clinging onto some severely oversized, drenched clothing, cussing up a
storm in Japanese, yet with a lipth. Curious, she walked toward the odd, yet
seemingly familiar boy, and knelt in front of him.
"Now now... such language isn't fitting for a young man such as
yourself! Even if it isn't English."
Chieko smiled as the boy gave her a startled look. Inwardly she was
trying to remember if Texas had a "Little Tokyo" within its state's premises.
She shrugged and moved that question aside and looked back at the boy, who was
now examining her curiously. Still, it was nice to speak in her home
language... even if it was with a small child.
"You know? You remind me of my own boy." Tears began to spring in her
eyes as she bit on a napkin for dramatic emphasis. "I wonder if he's all
right. Has he been eating well? Has he found someone? Oh my poor baby!"
The boy just sweatdropped as the grown lady started crying like a
2-year-old. Then, with a blink of an eye, she composed herself back to a
professional, calm look and smiled at the boy again.
"I'm sorry. I'm picking up my husband's bad habits. Seems you need
some new clothes, child. What would your mother say if she found you all
drenched? Hmph! Damn these city gutters! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THIS POOR
CHILD! What if he dies of pneumonia? What then, eh? Someone will pay for this!
So mark my words! I, Hibiki Chieko, will not stand for this injustice!"
As Chieko began to curse the gutters, the boy sweatdropped again,
backing away slightly. Ryouga cursed inwardly to himself. Since he arrived
here in the states, he'd been meeting up with weirdoes! From the hippy guide
man, to several trigger-happy northerners. (He couldn't believe how many
swamps he encountered in Pennsylvania!
Suddenly, Ryouga whipped his head back to stare at the lady before
him. She had just called herself by his mother's name. Could it be her?
Well, she was wearing the same style of clothing his mom always wore: The
green tank top, the loose, khaki pants over some over-worn hiking boots. Her
hair was a bit different from last he remembered. Before she had loose,
curly, brown hair reaching up to her shoulders. This woman, however had her
hair tied up high in a loose bun. Strands of hair falling down gently to her
face. A green cloth, Ryouga noticed, was holding the bun. No, wait! It was
bandanna, he was sure of it!
"M... Mom?"
This brought Chieko back from her vengeance rant. She looked down at
the boy, her large hazel eyes giving him a startled look. This cinched it for
Ryouga.
"MOM! It is you!" Ryouga then latched on to Chieko's legs, throwing
her off balance and falling on her butt. This just gave Ryouga a better
opportunity to latch on to Chieko's neck instead.
"Whu... whu... WHAT? Mom? I can't be your mom! I've only had one
child! At least I remember only having one. But he's more than twice your
age. I'm sorry little boy, but you're severely mistaken!"
"But mom! Ith me! Ryouga! You hath to belieff me!"
Chieko just bit on her napkin again, dramatically. Oh could it be?
Was this boy really her son? But how? Was she dead? Was this heaven? Did
Kami-sama decide to give her a break and gave back her boy as a child to raise
properly? Yes! That had to be it! Tears again sprang from her face as she
grabbed the boy tightly, not wanting him to slip away from her powerful grasp.
This would have startled Ryouga, had he not already been startled. He had
been trying to convince his mom that he was Ryouga by pointing out several
family secrets, including the Hibiki incisors, only to find that the curse
also had one additional change in him; loose, baby teeth, fangs.
"Oh! My Ryouga! Is it really you? How I missed you! I thought you
were with your father! Have you been eating right? Have you found someone?
More importantly... why are you five years old again?"
Ryouga just chuckled nervously, and rubbed behind his neck. How was
he going to explain this to his mom without her freaking out like she always
did? He was saved for the moment as a large group surrounded them.
"Mrs. Hibiki! What are you doing to that poor child?"
Chieko looked up to the familiar voice and blinked. Starring at her
was one of the leaders of the Feminist group, which had been trying vainly to
get her to join her ranks. She was about to respond when another voice
sounded out from the group. She turned and gulped audibly as one of
headmasters of the male-dominant groups looked down at her, disapprovingly.
"Look at that poor thing! Now, if he were raised with a father
figure..."
"Oh shut up you! Any male figure would have done nicely." The
feminist-leader retorted.
"Yeah... seeing you're more man than anything. Wear a dress, for
Christ's sake"
"Oh you're asking for it, you asshole! Feh... And you call yourself a
religious man? What happened to "do not take the lord's name in vain"? Huh?"
"Feh... so it's true! The devil does quote the bible to his favor."
"You calling me the devil? Fine... How bout I just send ya to Hell!"
"Um... Ma'm? The kid?"
The feminist leader just glared at one of her followers for
interrupting her argument, but nodded in understanding.
"Feh, right." She then turns and glares at the guy she had been
arguing with beforehand. "Later then, Neanderthal."
"Hmph! Usually I do not fight the "weaker sex"..."
"You're pushing it!"
"Um... Ma'm?"
"WHAT IS IT NOW??"
"Erk... um... ah... Mrs. Hibiki and the child are gone."
"WHAT? Damn it!" The Feminist-leader now glares with full-fury at the
male-group-leader. "Now look what you done!"
"What _I_ have done? If you would have known your place and shut
up...!"
"Okay, that tears it!"
Without even a battle cry, the feminist leader executed a nicely done,
roundhouse punch onto the guy's jaw. The guy just stumbled back. His pride,
more than his jaw, ached with pain. With a snarl he charges, only to be
restrained by several patrol-units that had been circling the area,
anticipating their confrontation. Likewise, the leader of the feminist group
was being restrained as well for the same purposes.
Several blocks away, Chieko was still holding little Ryouga for dear
life in her arms. She did not want to stay to find the outcome of their
altercation. For, if there was one thing that was scarier than the
confrontation of those two gender groups against each other, it was the
joining of the two said groups to protest against her!
~~
Ugh! Dun worry guys I'm working on Chapter 8 at the moment. I was just hit
with several ideas, yet they couldn't be placed here because they kinda didn't
fit with the timeline. That and it'll make this chapter way to long for my
liking. u_u;;
Yeah... I know about my grammar problems... but verb tenses always make me...
well... tense. u_u;;; You've survived so far... what's another chapter or two,
ne?
C&C Wanted:
Please apply within.
Ja ne! (Stop this Crazy thing!)
Evil Kasumi
*~"She's really a very sweet girl. She's just a violent maniac!"~*
"If Everyone jumped off a cliff, I'd wait till I was last in line. Then, the
fall won't be so steep and so hard."- me
http://members.nbci.com/GodsEvilSis
**COR's Keeper of the Heituenniichuan**
very minor. Hopefully it'll reduce confusion.
"..." ~~ Regular quotations represent regular speech. (ieJapanese)
#...# ~~ These will represent a different language (ei English)
See... it wasn't so bad... was it?))
Oh! And this one gets a PG-15 warning because of some VERY heavy insults. The
scary thing is that the incident here is similar to that what almost happened
during lunch at my college campus. It's twue it's twue! Feh... seems all I
am learning in the "U" are more cuss-words. u_u;;
With that in mind, let's begin.
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
She leaned against the wall of a dark alleyway. She couldn't stop
now, if she rested, surely they would get her! But she couldn't run any
longer, at least for now. She needed to regain her breath. Suddenly, she
heard footsteps... well... it was more like a stampede. As she leaned against
the cold, brick wall, holding her breath as to not make a sound, a group of
men, young and old, stormed pass the alleyway. Their voices full of furry and
determination. She gave a sigh of relief as they passed by, unaware of her
presence, but the peace didn't last long. A few seconds later another
stampede passed by, but this time it was made of women, young and old,
pleading out her name to join them in their crusade.
It would be a blood-battle should those two groups ever meet. She
had heard the tales when the Joketsuzoku Amazons and the Bird-tribe of Mt.
Phoenix, in China, had met. It was a legendary battle that would be passed on
for generations to come. Of course, that battle would be nothing compared to
the chaos should these two groups ever collide.
For Hibiki Chieko, the confrontation of the "Promise-Keepers" and the
"Feminazis" of Texas was definitely something to be feared of.
Promises Lost 7
Haikei Okaasan...
After five minutes hiding within the shadows of the alleyway, Chieko
peeked out into the busy street, keeping an eye out for any pursuers. She let
out another sigh seeing that the coast was clear. She shifted her heavy
traveling pack, adjusting it on her shoulders comfortably, then started
walking toward a random direction. Not that it was difficult to do; every
direction to her was random. Chieko just hoped that this time her lack of
sense of direction wouldn't take her to another fundamentalist convention.
This trip to America had been trouble from the very moment it started.
From the trouble from customs, to her so-called-guide ditching her for some
cute guy. Eh well... he wasn't much of an adequate guide anyway. The worst
was the purpose of this trip: She had left the comforts of her Japanese
homeland to give a lecture on tips of traveling abroad in sales! Of all the
stupid things. Sure she has had more experience than any professor has had in
the field, but at least it was "all expenses paid."
Chieko sighed and continued walking. Perhaps she'd be able to hail a
cab over to take her to the airport. The sooner she leaves the better. She
had gotten a message from her husband a two weeks ago. Seems he found her son
Ryouga in his travels. Tears instantly sprang to her face. Oh how she missed
her baby so bad! It felt like ages since she's seen her boy. She should be
in Japan as well with her husband and her son, not wandering the lighted
streets of Houston, searching for a cab.
She had always considered herself the emotional one in the pairing
between her husband and herself, so it wasn't a surprise to her when she
slammed her fist into the wall in frustration. What was a surprise was the
resounding splash, caused by the vibration of the impact to the wall, causing
the gutter above to break and splash some unsuspecting sap.
#Che... Thaotome, teme! Bathi ga atharu!!!#
Now there was a shock for Chieko. She turned around and saw a small
boy, clinging onto some severely oversized, drenched clothing, cussing up a
storm in Japanese, yet with a lipth. Curious, she walked toward the odd, yet
seemingly familiar boy, and knelt in front of him.
"Now now... such language isn't fitting for a young man such as
yourself! Even if it isn't English."
Chieko smiled as the boy gave her a startled look. Inwardly she was
trying to remember if Texas had a "Little Tokyo" within its state's premises.
She shrugged and moved that question aside and looked back at the boy, who was
now examining her curiously. Still, it was nice to speak in her home
language... even if it was with a small child.
"You know? You remind me of my own boy." Tears began to spring in her
eyes as she bit on a napkin for dramatic emphasis. "I wonder if he's all
right. Has he been eating well? Has he found someone? Oh my poor baby!"
The boy just sweatdropped as the grown lady started crying like a
2-year-old. Then, with a blink of an eye, she composed herself back to a
professional, calm look and smiled at the boy again.
"I'm sorry. I'm picking up my husband's bad habits. Seems you need
some new clothes, child. What would your mother say if she found you all
drenched? Hmph! Damn these city gutters! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THIS POOR
CHILD! What if he dies of pneumonia? What then, eh? Someone will pay for this!
So mark my words! I, Hibiki Chieko, will not stand for this injustice!"
As Chieko began to curse the gutters, the boy sweatdropped again,
backing away slightly. Ryouga cursed inwardly to himself. Since he arrived
here in the states, he'd been meeting up with weirdoes! From the hippy guide
man, to several trigger-happy northerners. (He couldn't believe how many
swamps he encountered in Pennsylvania!
Suddenly, Ryouga whipped his head back to stare at the lady before
him. She had just called herself by his mother's name. Could it be her?
Well, she was wearing the same style of clothing his mom always wore: The
green tank top, the loose, khaki pants over some over-worn hiking boots. Her
hair was a bit different from last he remembered. Before she had loose,
curly, brown hair reaching up to her shoulders. This woman, however had her
hair tied up high in a loose bun. Strands of hair falling down gently to her
face. A green cloth, Ryouga noticed, was holding the bun. No, wait! It was
bandanna, he was sure of it!
"M... Mom?"
This brought Chieko back from her vengeance rant. She looked down at
the boy, her large hazel eyes giving him a startled look. This cinched it for
Ryouga.
"MOM! It is you!" Ryouga then latched on to Chieko's legs, throwing
her off balance and falling on her butt. This just gave Ryouga a better
opportunity to latch on to Chieko's neck instead.
"Whu... whu... WHAT? Mom? I can't be your mom! I've only had one
child! At least I remember only having one. But he's more than twice your
age. I'm sorry little boy, but you're severely mistaken!"
"But mom! Ith me! Ryouga! You hath to belieff me!"
Chieko just bit on her napkin again, dramatically. Oh could it be?
Was this boy really her son? But how? Was she dead? Was this heaven? Did
Kami-sama decide to give her a break and gave back her boy as a child to raise
properly? Yes! That had to be it! Tears again sprang from her face as she
grabbed the boy tightly, not wanting him to slip away from her powerful grasp.
This would have startled Ryouga, had he not already been startled. He had
been trying to convince his mom that he was Ryouga by pointing out several
family secrets, including the Hibiki incisors, only to find that the curse
also had one additional change in him; loose, baby teeth, fangs.
"Oh! My Ryouga! Is it really you? How I missed you! I thought you
were with your father! Have you been eating right? Have you found someone?
More importantly... why are you five years old again?"
Ryouga just chuckled nervously, and rubbed behind his neck. How was
he going to explain this to his mom without her freaking out like she always
did? He was saved for the moment as a large group surrounded them.
"Mrs. Hibiki! What are you doing to that poor child?"
Chieko looked up to the familiar voice and blinked. Starring at her
was one of the leaders of the Feminist group, which had been trying vainly to
get her to join her ranks. She was about to respond when another voice
sounded out from the group. She turned and gulped audibly as one of
headmasters of the male-dominant groups looked down at her, disapprovingly.
"Look at that poor thing! Now, if he were raised with a father
figure..."
"Oh shut up you! Any male figure would have done nicely." The
feminist-leader retorted.
"Yeah... seeing you're more man than anything. Wear a dress, for
Christ's sake"
"Oh you're asking for it, you asshole! Feh... And you call yourself a
religious man? What happened to "do not take the lord's name in vain"? Huh?"
"Feh... so it's true! The devil does quote the bible to his favor."
"You calling me the devil? Fine... How bout I just send ya to Hell!"
"Um... Ma'm? The kid?"
The feminist leader just glared at one of her followers for
interrupting her argument, but nodded in understanding.
"Feh, right." She then turns and glares at the guy she had been
arguing with beforehand. "Later then, Neanderthal."
"Hmph! Usually I do not fight the "weaker sex"..."
"You're pushing it!"
"Um... Ma'm?"
"WHAT IS IT NOW??"
"Erk... um... ah... Mrs. Hibiki and the child are gone."
"WHAT? Damn it!" The Feminist-leader now glares with full-fury at the
male-group-leader. "Now look what you done!"
"What _I_ have done? If you would have known your place and shut
up...!"
"Okay, that tears it!"
Without even a battle cry, the feminist leader executed a nicely done,
roundhouse punch onto the guy's jaw. The guy just stumbled back. His pride,
more than his jaw, ached with pain. With a snarl he charges, only to be
restrained by several patrol-units that had been circling the area,
anticipating their confrontation. Likewise, the leader of the feminist group
was being restrained as well for the same purposes.
Several blocks away, Chieko was still holding little Ryouga for dear
life in her arms. She did not want to stay to find the outcome of their
altercation. For, if there was one thing that was scarier than the
confrontation of those two gender groups against each other, it was the
joining of the two said groups to protest against her!
~~
Ugh! Dun worry guys I'm working on Chapter 8 at the moment. I was just hit
with several ideas, yet they couldn't be placed here because they kinda didn't
fit with the timeline. That and it'll make this chapter way to long for my
liking. u_u;;
Yeah... I know about my grammar problems... but verb tenses always make me...
well... tense. u_u;;; You've survived so far... what's another chapter or two,
ne?
C&C Wanted:
Please apply within.
Ja ne! (Stop this Crazy thing!)
Evil Kasumi
*~"She's really a very sweet girl. She's just a violent maniac!"~*
"If Everyone jumped off a cliff, I'd wait till I was last in line. Then, the
fall won't be so steep and so hard."- me
http://members.nbci.com/GodsEvilSis
**COR's Keeper of the Heituenniichuan**