Fire and Ice 4: Two Chibis and a Fruitcake in a Nut tree - by Riu-chan!
Rashart: So, what's on the menu today?
Sybarite: Idiocy with a side of violence.
Rash: Again?
Fenrir: 'Fraid that's all we have.
Rash: Can't we ever have anything decent?
Riu: Hey!
Rashart: Face it, no one likes your writing.
Riu: (Grins evilly) Nuh uh! Seven people out there read and reviewed my story!!! Ha! So there! (Blows raspberry)
Syb: … is it just me, or has Riu regressed mentally in the last few months?
Riu: (Sticks out tongue) Blame it on the Jet lag!! I've been in Japan for two months! Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Rashart and co. made another circuit around the room. Vocal yawned, and cracked his neck. This was getting rather boring, and the runners weren't showing any signs of slowing.
"Ways to stop them…" Vocal started thinking. There wasn't much he could do in his chibi form so…
Vocal murmured something in an arcane language. The wine haired chibi began to grow in size, minus the wings. When the former chibi was human sized -about a foot and a half taller than Harry- and Rashart made another circuit around them, Vocal stuck a foot out.
Draco yelled something inappropriate as the former chibi grinned at him from above. Then the long legged man caught up with Rash and Kat, snagging them both by the hair and dragging them both back to the table, caveman style, only not looking as half as idiotic.
Vocal smirked, sitting back in his seat "Long time no see Rash."
Green eyes squinted suspiciously "Who th hell are you?"
Vocal grinned euphemistically "Nobody you know"
Rashart got up, freed his hair, stared for a second, then backed away. "Okaaaaay then. I'll be leaving now, so…" with that parting shot, he ran back to the relative safety of hiding behind Harry.
As he hid behind the dark haired wizard, he noted with some interest that the guy that the cereal bowl had run in to was still on the floor. Being the intelligent and bright boy he was, Rashart decided to irritate him further.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi" the redhead had found a stick from nowhere and was now poking Draco with it. (Oi = Hey)
A hand with a strange wandlike stick pointed itself at him, and mutterings came from below. It started glowing.
Rashart's smile wavered somewhat. He turned to Harry.
"This is bad, right?"
A loud yell came from below, Rashart raised an eyebrow. Magic? Not the kind he knew anywa-
Something roughly pulled him out of the way, all he saw was a silver blur before the table behind them exploded.
"Diem Hold" a voice whispered, and the scene in front of Rashart suddenly froze.
The redheaded boy found himself in the arms of a full sized silver haired former chibi, who had a look of cold concentration on his face for a split-second before it melted away into a pleasant smile.
Rashart blinked, then tore himself away from the man, leaping in to a fighting stance. Hey, he was short, but he wasn't entirely defenseless. "Who are you?"
The former chibi stood, making a faint bowing motion with his hands clasped in front of him. He seemed calm, composed and cereal free, belying the scene he was several moments ago. "Excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Kataluna, and this is my associate, Vocal Sei. We were sent to you for the exact purpose of keeping track of you and attempting to keep you out of any disasters you might manage to wreck in your first year in the proper educational system."
Rashart's brain took a moment to process this. While it was doing the straining job, he said the first thing that popped into mind. "Uh, mind telling me who sent you?"
Kataluna continued smiling pleasantly, his eyes closed. "Yes, of course. We were sent by your master, the Dark Lord Chaos Dragon Garv"
Hermione, who obviously wasn't frozen because she was speaking now and the author really should stop writing these meaningless sentences, spoke up, shooting an suspicious look at both new comers and Rashart. "Excuse me, Mr. Kataluna, but in saying Dark Lord, are you talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Vocal looked at Kat. "Yo Lunatic, izzat one of Garv's new nicknames or somethin? You know, a thing along the lines a Try-As-Hard-As-He-Can-ta-Scare-the-hell-Outa-Humans?"
Kataluna looked vaguely confused. "No, I do not think so… Who exactly *is* this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Hermione swallowed. "He… he was a powerful wizard who practiced the Dark Arts many years ago, that terrorized the world. He tried to destroy Harry when he was a little baby, but it didn't work… And for the past several years, he's been attempting to kill Harry." Hermione swallowed again, hard. "He almost managed, at the Triwizard Cup last year… instead, he got Cedric."
Vocal shot another glance at Kat. "Does that Redheaded Psycho have a 'Kill Harry, Fail A Couple Times, And Get A Completely Different Kid Instead' plan that I wasn't told about?"
Rash looked faintly perturbed "Redheaded Psycho…?"
Vocal waved his hand "Not you."
"Ah"
Kat seemed to think for a moment. "No, although Sunako has been about recently with her "Kill Mabushii Ikimono Assassination Plan'." (Riu: Mabushii Ikimono = Bright Living Things ^_^;; Uh, yeah, Sunako's a bit more that a tad crazy)
Rashart looked even more perturbed. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently "Sunako…?"
Kataluna turned back to Hermione "No, I do not think Garv is the He-"
Vocal suddenly interrupted "Hey, girl, does this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named weirdo have a name? Possibly a shorter one?"
"Voldemort." Harry said, in a quiet voice. He looked determined, instead of scared out of his wits like many others would supposedly be. Kat noticed this and filed it away for later reference. From the information he had gathered so far, the child had been through much. However, he seemed… calm. Collected. If pain did not destroy you, it made you stronger. A child like Harry should be eroded away by now. Kat admired that.
"Thank you Harry" Kat replied, his face's usual pale skin seeming a bit…paler. Although, strangely, it wasn't because of Voldemort.
Kataluna had seen worse in his life.
"Would you please explain about *what* exactly you people are?" Hermione interrupted.
Kat pasted an obliging smile on his face, although the effort seemed a bit strained. "Yes, of course, but do you have somewhere we could talk about this in a less populated area? I would be sorely pressed to keep my spell on the entire assembly for long."
Rashart hopped off the seat he was perched on during the conversation. "Sure. Let's go up to the Gryffindor rooms; it'd be empty now, with the classes starting." He snickered slightly with a positively evil look on his face. "We have double potions with Slytherins anyways."
Vocal shrugged. He really didn't care who or what the Slytherins were, and the sooner he could get the mission over with, the better. "Lead on."
Rashart sat cross-legged on his bed, hiding unsuccessfully behind Harry, still slightly glaring suspiciously at Vocal and Kataluna. Ron and Hermione were seated on either side of Harry, with Kataluna -who had produced a cup of tea out of nowhere- and Vocal facing them.
Rashart pointed an accusing finger at the two sitting demons. "So you're telling me, that some guy I never herd of, who's supposed ta be this bad-ass Dark Lord -what ever that is- sent you two after me."
Kat and Vocal nodded.
"Why?"
The aforementioned two looked at each other. Kat replied. "He didn't want this world to be blown up."
Rashart snorted. "Yeah. Sure. I don't have much of a talent for wand magic, and you're saying I'm gonna be responsible for destroyin the world, an you're here ta keep that from happenin, or anythin else for that matter, for the sake of some big evil guy that I've never heard of. And I'm supposed ta believe you."
Vocal and Kat nodded.
Rashart moaned, burying his face inside his hands.
"Someone up there reeeeeeeely hates me"
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- A place deep, dark, and slightly damp Below Hogwarts… maybe. Not too sure about it. -
"Aww…" Syb cooed "Doesn't that just warm your heart? Kitty-Kat and that other Chibi are here to protect someone!"
Farfiekins thoughtfully chomped on Syb's leg before answering, ignoring the resulting gurgle of stifled screams. Then after being reminded what he was contemplating about -and being pried off of Syb's leg before he got lockjaw or something-, he replied "No."
Syb smirked. "Me neither" The mazoku tossed back his mass of silver hair. "But still, let's see what happens"
"But I'm hungry!" the half wolf complained.
Syb waved him away with an impatient hand. "So go chew on one of those House Elves or something then."
Farfie made a face, then looked faintly curious. "Are those edible?"
Sybarite shrugged, "Just keep away from the students. Now let me alone, I'm busy now" and then continued to spy on Rashy and co. via his big crystal ball. The brightly glowing ball provided enough light to show the room to be the Defense Against Dark Arts room, where the lights were turned off, and black stuff taped to the windows.
Yep, it was the DA room all right. A little freaky DA room with Syb's scary mystical crap in the room instead of students, but it was the DA room.
Sybarite frowned. "You gave it away! That's no fun!"
Better than one of those cliché dark, evil omitting rooms.
"Yeah, but those look cooler!"
But they're annoying to write about. It's easier to say the DA room, with creepy Sybarite shit and mystical crap in the cabinets, and suspicious junk on the walls.
"But whyyyyyyy?" Syb asked in a totally cute, totally fake voice.
Because I'm the Author.
"Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out." Farfie commented
"What does that have to do with this?" Syb asked, pointing to the Author who's sanity was currently in question.
"I'm a mad wolf. I'm not expected to think in straight lines."
Sybarite looked confused. Anyways, back to the original programming.
"Rashart Kiryuu... Now why does that name ring a bell?" Syb tapped his chin thoughtfully, indulging in human theatrics just because it was fun. "Have you heard the name before?" he asked the hapless student who came in to talk to one of the teachers and made an unfortunate wrong turn.
"N-No" the student said, then quickly made for the door when he saw Farfarello eyeing him… hungrily.
"Now where have I head that before?!" Syb muttered, chewing on a lip.
"Rai-on Kiryuu and Rashart Drake." Farfie muttered.
Sybarite shot him a look.
"Farfie." He began slowly "what do you know about Rashart _Drake_?"
The wolf boy stretched lazily, almost cat-like, and replied nonchalantly "Rashart Drake, the first of the Chaos Dragon Garv's Generals, and the most powerful of the Mazoku Generals. Long, flame hair, evil slitted green eyes, uses a length of wire made from his own fire-blood. Responsible for starting the Bloody Kouma War. One of the most sadistic, evil, and generally sick Mazoku ever. Reported missing several thousand years ago, at the end of the Shinma War, when Ruby Eye was broken in Seven pieces, and the Flare Dragon fell to eternal sleep."
Sybarite stood there in shock for several seconds, absorbing what the Fenris wolf had rattled off the information it had taken him years to scrape up about a obscure monster that had been responsible for starting the Bloody Shinma War. Farfarello just yawned.
"Farfie? Do you happen to know anything about Rai-on Kiryuu?"
The wolf's head was up for a moment, while Sybarite stared at him strangely. Finally, the wolf came up with an answer.
"He's a wimp."
Sybarite felt like tearing out his hair.
Rash: (Snicker) I think I'm getting to like this.
Syb: I knew it was going to happen, but this is just ridiculous.
Rash: Now you know how *I* feel!
Riu: …I feel like I've been faintly insulted.
Rash: You have.
Syb: (shakes head) Anyways, on to the next chapter, where *hopefully* (Shoots meaningful glare at Riu) I won't be mangled anymore than needed.
Rashart: So, what's on the menu today?
Sybarite: Idiocy with a side of violence.
Rash: Again?
Fenrir: 'Fraid that's all we have.
Rash: Can't we ever have anything decent?
Riu: Hey!
Rashart: Face it, no one likes your writing.
Riu: (Grins evilly) Nuh uh! Seven people out there read and reviewed my story!!! Ha! So there! (Blows raspberry)
Syb: … is it just me, or has Riu regressed mentally in the last few months?
Riu: (Sticks out tongue) Blame it on the Jet lag!! I've been in Japan for two months! Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Rashart and co. made another circuit around the room. Vocal yawned, and cracked his neck. This was getting rather boring, and the runners weren't showing any signs of slowing.
"Ways to stop them…" Vocal started thinking. There wasn't much he could do in his chibi form so…
Vocal murmured something in an arcane language. The wine haired chibi began to grow in size, minus the wings. When the former chibi was human sized -about a foot and a half taller than Harry- and Rashart made another circuit around them, Vocal stuck a foot out.
Draco yelled something inappropriate as the former chibi grinned at him from above. Then the long legged man caught up with Rash and Kat, snagging them both by the hair and dragging them both back to the table, caveman style, only not looking as half as idiotic.
Vocal smirked, sitting back in his seat "Long time no see Rash."
Green eyes squinted suspiciously "Who th hell are you?"
Vocal grinned euphemistically "Nobody you know"
Rashart got up, freed his hair, stared for a second, then backed away. "Okaaaaay then. I'll be leaving now, so…" with that parting shot, he ran back to the relative safety of hiding behind Harry.
As he hid behind the dark haired wizard, he noted with some interest that the guy that the cereal bowl had run in to was still on the floor. Being the intelligent and bright boy he was, Rashart decided to irritate him further.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi" the redhead had found a stick from nowhere and was now poking Draco with it. (Oi = Hey)
A hand with a strange wandlike stick pointed itself at him, and mutterings came from below. It started glowing.
Rashart's smile wavered somewhat. He turned to Harry.
"This is bad, right?"
A loud yell came from below, Rashart raised an eyebrow. Magic? Not the kind he knew anywa-
Something roughly pulled him out of the way, all he saw was a silver blur before the table behind them exploded.
"Diem Hold" a voice whispered, and the scene in front of Rashart suddenly froze.
The redheaded boy found himself in the arms of a full sized silver haired former chibi, who had a look of cold concentration on his face for a split-second before it melted away into a pleasant smile.
Rashart blinked, then tore himself away from the man, leaping in to a fighting stance. Hey, he was short, but he wasn't entirely defenseless. "Who are you?"
The former chibi stood, making a faint bowing motion with his hands clasped in front of him. He seemed calm, composed and cereal free, belying the scene he was several moments ago. "Excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Kataluna, and this is my associate, Vocal Sei. We were sent to you for the exact purpose of keeping track of you and attempting to keep you out of any disasters you might manage to wreck in your first year in the proper educational system."
Rashart's brain took a moment to process this. While it was doing the straining job, he said the first thing that popped into mind. "Uh, mind telling me who sent you?"
Kataluna continued smiling pleasantly, his eyes closed. "Yes, of course. We were sent by your master, the Dark Lord Chaos Dragon Garv"
Hermione, who obviously wasn't frozen because she was speaking now and the author really should stop writing these meaningless sentences, spoke up, shooting an suspicious look at both new comers and Rashart. "Excuse me, Mr. Kataluna, but in saying Dark Lord, are you talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Vocal looked at Kat. "Yo Lunatic, izzat one of Garv's new nicknames or somethin? You know, a thing along the lines a Try-As-Hard-As-He-Can-ta-Scare-the-hell-Outa-Humans?"
Kataluna looked vaguely confused. "No, I do not think so… Who exactly *is* this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Hermione swallowed. "He… he was a powerful wizard who practiced the Dark Arts many years ago, that terrorized the world. He tried to destroy Harry when he was a little baby, but it didn't work… And for the past several years, he's been attempting to kill Harry." Hermione swallowed again, hard. "He almost managed, at the Triwizard Cup last year… instead, he got Cedric."
Vocal shot another glance at Kat. "Does that Redheaded Psycho have a 'Kill Harry, Fail A Couple Times, And Get A Completely Different Kid Instead' plan that I wasn't told about?"
Rash looked faintly perturbed "Redheaded Psycho…?"
Vocal waved his hand "Not you."
"Ah"
Kat seemed to think for a moment. "No, although Sunako has been about recently with her "Kill Mabushii Ikimono Assassination Plan'." (Riu: Mabushii Ikimono = Bright Living Things ^_^;; Uh, yeah, Sunako's a bit more that a tad crazy)
Rashart looked even more perturbed. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently "Sunako…?"
Kataluna turned back to Hermione "No, I do not think Garv is the He-"
Vocal suddenly interrupted "Hey, girl, does this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named weirdo have a name? Possibly a shorter one?"
"Voldemort." Harry said, in a quiet voice. He looked determined, instead of scared out of his wits like many others would supposedly be. Kat noticed this and filed it away for later reference. From the information he had gathered so far, the child had been through much. However, he seemed… calm. Collected. If pain did not destroy you, it made you stronger. A child like Harry should be eroded away by now. Kat admired that.
"Thank you Harry" Kat replied, his face's usual pale skin seeming a bit…paler. Although, strangely, it wasn't because of Voldemort.
Kataluna had seen worse in his life.
"Would you please explain about *what* exactly you people are?" Hermione interrupted.
Kat pasted an obliging smile on his face, although the effort seemed a bit strained. "Yes, of course, but do you have somewhere we could talk about this in a less populated area? I would be sorely pressed to keep my spell on the entire assembly for long."
Rashart hopped off the seat he was perched on during the conversation. "Sure. Let's go up to the Gryffindor rooms; it'd be empty now, with the classes starting." He snickered slightly with a positively evil look on his face. "We have double potions with Slytherins anyways."
Vocal shrugged. He really didn't care who or what the Slytherins were, and the sooner he could get the mission over with, the better. "Lead on."
Rashart sat cross-legged on his bed, hiding unsuccessfully behind Harry, still slightly glaring suspiciously at Vocal and Kataluna. Ron and Hermione were seated on either side of Harry, with Kataluna -who had produced a cup of tea out of nowhere- and Vocal facing them.
Rashart pointed an accusing finger at the two sitting demons. "So you're telling me, that some guy I never herd of, who's supposed ta be this bad-ass Dark Lord -what ever that is- sent you two after me."
Kat and Vocal nodded.
"Why?"
The aforementioned two looked at each other. Kat replied. "He didn't want this world to be blown up."
Rashart snorted. "Yeah. Sure. I don't have much of a talent for wand magic, and you're saying I'm gonna be responsible for destroyin the world, an you're here ta keep that from happenin, or anythin else for that matter, for the sake of some big evil guy that I've never heard of. And I'm supposed ta believe you."
Vocal and Kat nodded.
Rashart moaned, burying his face inside his hands.
"Someone up there reeeeeeeely hates me"
******************
- A place deep, dark, and slightly damp Below Hogwarts… maybe. Not too sure about it. -
"Aww…" Syb cooed "Doesn't that just warm your heart? Kitty-Kat and that other Chibi are here to protect someone!"
Farfiekins thoughtfully chomped on Syb's leg before answering, ignoring the resulting gurgle of stifled screams. Then after being reminded what he was contemplating about -and being pried off of Syb's leg before he got lockjaw or something-, he replied "No."
Syb smirked. "Me neither" The mazoku tossed back his mass of silver hair. "But still, let's see what happens"
"But I'm hungry!" the half wolf complained.
Syb waved him away with an impatient hand. "So go chew on one of those House Elves or something then."
Farfie made a face, then looked faintly curious. "Are those edible?"
Sybarite shrugged, "Just keep away from the students. Now let me alone, I'm busy now" and then continued to spy on Rashy and co. via his big crystal ball. The brightly glowing ball provided enough light to show the room to be the Defense Against Dark Arts room, where the lights were turned off, and black stuff taped to the windows.
Yep, it was the DA room all right. A little freaky DA room with Syb's scary mystical crap in the room instead of students, but it was the DA room.
Sybarite frowned. "You gave it away! That's no fun!"
Better than one of those cliché dark, evil omitting rooms.
"Yeah, but those look cooler!"
But they're annoying to write about. It's easier to say the DA room, with creepy Sybarite shit and mystical crap in the cabinets, and suspicious junk on the walls.
"But whyyyyyyy?" Syb asked in a totally cute, totally fake voice.
Because I'm the Author.
"Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out." Farfie commented
"What does that have to do with this?" Syb asked, pointing to the Author who's sanity was currently in question.
"I'm a mad wolf. I'm not expected to think in straight lines."
Sybarite looked confused. Anyways, back to the original programming.
"Rashart Kiryuu... Now why does that name ring a bell?" Syb tapped his chin thoughtfully, indulging in human theatrics just because it was fun. "Have you heard the name before?" he asked the hapless student who came in to talk to one of the teachers and made an unfortunate wrong turn.
"N-No" the student said, then quickly made for the door when he saw Farfarello eyeing him… hungrily.
"Now where have I head that before?!" Syb muttered, chewing on a lip.
"Rai-on Kiryuu and Rashart Drake." Farfie muttered.
Sybarite shot him a look.
"Farfie." He began slowly "what do you know about Rashart _Drake_?"
The wolf boy stretched lazily, almost cat-like, and replied nonchalantly "Rashart Drake, the first of the Chaos Dragon Garv's Generals, and the most powerful of the Mazoku Generals. Long, flame hair, evil slitted green eyes, uses a length of wire made from his own fire-blood. Responsible for starting the Bloody Kouma War. One of the most sadistic, evil, and generally sick Mazoku ever. Reported missing several thousand years ago, at the end of the Shinma War, when Ruby Eye was broken in Seven pieces, and the Flare Dragon fell to eternal sleep."
Sybarite stood there in shock for several seconds, absorbing what the Fenris wolf had rattled off the information it had taken him years to scrape up about a obscure monster that had been responsible for starting the Bloody Shinma War. Farfarello just yawned.
"Farfie? Do you happen to know anything about Rai-on Kiryuu?"
The wolf's head was up for a moment, while Sybarite stared at him strangely. Finally, the wolf came up with an answer.
"He's a wimp."
Sybarite felt like tearing out his hair.
Rash: (Snicker) I think I'm getting to like this.
Syb: I knew it was going to happen, but this is just ridiculous.
Rash: Now you know how *I* feel!
Riu: …I feel like I've been faintly insulted.
Rash: You have.
Syb: (shakes head) Anyways, on to the next chapter, where *hopefully* (Shoots meaningful glare at Riu) I won't be mangled anymore than needed.