Well, hello! And Welcome to My Little World of Weirdness!
I state for the record that, despite the fact I really, really wish I did, I don't own any of the official characters that will grace this story; it's all CLAMP's! Always has been, always will be! I *DO*, however, own Marcibay Hilligans and Hei-ying Reed!! I also own Mystrasa Kyree, and the dragon isn't mine, it's on loan from my good friend, the Blue Goo! And what the heck . . . I own the mansion as well! [Laughs] Also I don't pretend to have any Mastery over the language of Japanese or any clue as to correct grammatical structure. I put it in and hope it gets across the point I'm trying to make! And I don't pretend to be able to write any sort of accents so please don't hate me!
Let me take a moment to explain the reason why I've written this story, first Kris the Intrepid Geek Queen is *right* there is NOT enough stuff out there on Clow Reed, and I also like to mention Morgan D. , Beautiful Midnight and Mateem Bluewing. . . if you have never read any of these good people's work. . . [Points at favourite authors] then GO! Go . . . *later* after you've read this and left a review . . . and read their CCS stories . . . [Gasps] because they are *soooooooo* good!! Second, it's hopefully going to be a back story for one of the characters in a ficcy I hope to write with the Blue Goo . . . [Looks threateningly at the Blue Goo] . . .Won't we?! I've tried to stick to cannon so . . . if I've got it slightly out, it's because a/ I'm improvising, b/ I have interpreted the info I've collected, so it's my own opinion of what happens, or mostly likely c/ I HAVEN'T *SEEN* ANY EPISODES BEYOND THE FIRST SERIES!!! [Breaks into Kero- deprived-of-pudding-like sob]
"Speaking"
*Stress/emphasis*
//Thinking//
In This Tainted Soul . . .
By Dr Megalomania.
****IN THE NOW****
The flight had been long, and arduous upon his torn wing.
He folded the weaker scaled appendage under the other in his habitual way.
His feet now firmly planted upon the roof, he gazed out upon the deserted street.
"Now," he murmured to no one in particular, "where are you . . .?"
He could see through a few un-curtained windows, saw a little blonde boy playing with his toys. Probably squealing with delight, the child peered up at a much-loved parent. The sight made his lip curl with disgust. The winged being focused once more on his task; the sight of the adoring child was unsettling his cold heart. It brought once happy feelings forward, ones he had thought he had destroyed long ago. They threatened his purpose. His eye narrowed, //NO!!// The part of him that hate had taken as it's stronghold screamed, //I want justice, I want revenge . . .//
"My dear, sweet, little brothers . . ." he giggled inanely, "Where are you? . . . come out, come out wherever you are. . ." his voice took a chilling note as he began to sing a centuries old song, that he used to sing for them, he twisted the lullaby coldly, "little sun beam, little moon beam. . . where are you?. . . little sunbeam, little moonbeam. . .I've finally found you . . . " His dark jade eye settled on a single house on the corner of the road, his lips curling again this time in cold amusement. "Revenge . . . colder than the Freeze card could ever serve." He began to chuckle, his mirth twisted by the insanity he had had since childhood, and the murderous desire that had turned his black heart to ice.
His dark, scaled wings spread, and he stepped to the edge of the rooftop. The moonlight glinted off the ancient but sharp pair of scissors he had tied to his ankle.
For a brief moment, he pressed a pale hand against the right side of his face. He brushed the longer side of his black, shiny fringe away, and pressed his hand against the hollow that was where his right eye had once resided. The cold fingers trailed over to the fleshy ruins of his right ear.
"An eye for an eye, Keroberos . . ." He grinned darkly, as he pulled the fringe back over the ancient scars. ". . . and an ear for an ear, Yue. . ." The dark eye once again settled on the small house at the corner of the road.
"I've come to finish . . ." He hissed, " . . . what I should have begun all those years ago . . ."
In This Tainted Soul . . .
I state for the record that, despite the fact I really, really wish I did, I don't own any of the official characters that will grace this story; it's all CLAMP's! Always has been, always will be! I *DO*, however, own Marcibay Hilligans and Hei-ying Reed!! I also own Mystrasa Kyree, and the dragon isn't mine, it's on loan from my good friend, the Blue Goo! And what the heck . . . I own the mansion as well! [Laughs] Also I don't pretend to have any Mastery over the language of Japanese or any clue as to correct grammatical structure. I put it in and hope it gets across the point I'm trying to make! And I don't pretend to be able to write any sort of accents so please don't hate me!
Let me take a moment to explain the reason why I've written this story, first Kris the Intrepid Geek Queen is *right* there is NOT enough stuff out there on Clow Reed, and I also like to mention Morgan D. , Beautiful Midnight and Mateem Bluewing. . . if you have never read any of these good people's work. . . [Points at favourite authors] then GO! Go . . . *later* after you've read this and left a review . . . and read their CCS stories . . . [Gasps] because they are *soooooooo* good!! Second, it's hopefully going to be a back story for one of the characters in a ficcy I hope to write with the Blue Goo . . . [Looks threateningly at the Blue Goo] . . .Won't we?! I've tried to stick to cannon so . . . if I've got it slightly out, it's because a/ I'm improvising, b/ I have interpreted the info I've collected, so it's my own opinion of what happens, or mostly likely c/ I HAVEN'T *SEEN* ANY EPISODES BEYOND THE FIRST SERIES!!! [Breaks into Kero- deprived-of-pudding-like sob]
"Speaking"
*Stress/emphasis*
//Thinking//
In This Tainted Soul . . .
By Dr Megalomania.
****IN THE NOW****
The flight had been long, and arduous upon his torn wing.
He folded the weaker scaled appendage under the other in his habitual way.
His feet now firmly planted upon the roof, he gazed out upon the deserted street.
"Now," he murmured to no one in particular, "where are you . . .?"
He could see through a few un-curtained windows, saw a little blonde boy playing with his toys. Probably squealing with delight, the child peered up at a much-loved parent. The sight made his lip curl with disgust. The winged being focused once more on his task; the sight of the adoring child was unsettling his cold heart. It brought once happy feelings forward, ones he had thought he had destroyed long ago. They threatened his purpose. His eye narrowed, //NO!!// The part of him that hate had taken as it's stronghold screamed, //I want justice, I want revenge . . .//
"My dear, sweet, little brothers . . ." he giggled inanely, "Where are you? . . . come out, come out wherever you are. . ." his voice took a chilling note as he began to sing a centuries old song, that he used to sing for them, he twisted the lullaby coldly, "little sun beam, little moon beam. . . where are you?. . . little sunbeam, little moonbeam. . .I've finally found you . . . " His dark jade eye settled on a single house on the corner of the road, his lips curling again this time in cold amusement. "Revenge . . . colder than the Freeze card could ever serve." He began to chuckle, his mirth twisted by the insanity he had had since childhood, and the murderous desire that had turned his black heart to ice.
His dark, scaled wings spread, and he stepped to the edge of the rooftop. The moonlight glinted off the ancient but sharp pair of scissors he had tied to his ankle.
For a brief moment, he pressed a pale hand against the right side of his face. He brushed the longer side of his black, shiny fringe away, and pressed his hand against the hollow that was where his right eye had once resided. The cold fingers trailed over to the fleshy ruins of his right ear.
"An eye for an eye, Keroberos . . ." He grinned darkly, as he pulled the fringe back over the ancient scars. ". . . and an ear for an ear, Yue. . ." The dark eye once again settled on the small house at the corner of the road.
"I've come to finish . . ." He hissed, " . . . what I should have begun all those years ago . . ."
In This Tainted Soul . . .