Kk, I discovered some people actually like 'Knives and Sickles'. You have
no idea how surprised I was to find that out. Anyways, one with the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own JtHM, Jhonen Vasquez does. But I DO own L-Chan, Lashee, K.C. and any other non-JtHM charas. They mine.
'Knives and Sickles'
Chapter Three
By: Reki-Chan
"WE'REEE HEREEEE!" Shrieked out Lashee as the bus came to a stop in front of the museum. Lashee looked down at the startled L, and grinned brightly at her friend. She noticed L clutching tightly onto the head of the yellow yarn haired doll, K.C., "Oooh! Is that K.C.? I haven't seen you play with her for such a loooong time, L-Chaaaan!" She made an attempt to grab the doll, but L pulled it out of Lashee's out stretched hands. She didn't trust Lashee with K.C., she might end up throwing her dolly into a toilet.
Squee got a good look at the doll, and felt something strange about it. Laughter filled his head again, that same laughter he heard in the classroom, could it be this doll was causing it? The doll seemed to be staring right back at him, and that stitched on smile seemed to be plotting something. But that was impossible, it was just a doll! And the only people who he knew heard inanimate objects talk to were Tenna, Devi, Nny and himself. He shook his head, the laughter floating out of his head, and stood up, shoving past the other students to the front of the bus.
L quickly hid the doll from Lashee's sight knowing that the phrase 'Out of sight, out of mind' seemed to work perfectly on her. Immediately Lashee's attention fell onto an acorn that was in the middle of the sidewalk, and she pushed herself through the tiny little bus window to pounce it.
L stared at her friend, blinked, and shoved herself trough the window as well. She seemed to know that the overly buffed up jocks would try, and get stuck due to their steroid-like muscles. She turned to see one of those jocks stuck in the window, she grinned twistedly and even made a sound that might pass as a laugh. For you see, L delighted in the torment of others, well, the torment of her tormentors one might say. She walked over to Lashee, who was busy trying to see if the acorn was really an alien artifact that's name was 'Sweet Skelly'.
"Oh Sweet Skelly! Speak to me! Take me to your planet!" Raved the brunette, beating the acorn against the head of a boy who was trying to flirt with her. "SPEAK TO ME! I COMMAND IT!" The boy stared her, and thinking she was talking to him, began talking about the weather. Lashee ignored him, and continued beating him with the acorn, trying to get it to speak and reveal itself as an alien.
L frowned at her mad friend, and walked away from Lashee. She took a deep breath, and marched bravely into the museum. And icy blast of air hit her hard, causing her to shiver against her will. She hated having to be forced to do things. The girl looked about, to see Squee scowling at some of the art that was up, and blinked. The art wasn't bad, it was a rather nice Dada piece. Of all the types of art, she adored Dada and Surrealism, it was just so wild looking, and reminded her of her dreams. When she slept of course. She frowned a bit, and walked to him, not knowing Lashee was walking on all fours right behind her.
Squee looked to her, "What do you see?" He asked, motioning towards the painting of a person that one side of the face was young girl and the other side an old rag doll with shadows of demons and monsters that looked like they were straight from Norse mythology.
She shrugged a bit, she had an opinion on it, but she never was much a talker. In fact, the girl hadn't spoken a word since she was nine years old. But for some reason, this picture scared her. She looked cautiously towards where she had stored her own dolly, and bit her bottom lip. Suddenly, out of nowhere it seemed, Lashee pounced her, pushing the pig- tailed red head that was L over. Lashee pinned her down and stared at her, her mouth open wide and that hyena like giggle coming from it.
"HIIII L-CHAAAAAN!" She shrieked, causing the people to look over to her and give her an angry glare. It was obvious that for some reason she had abandoned all hope that 'Sweet Skelly' the talking acorn alien artifact was going to talk to her.
L struggled to get out from underneath the seeming to be over-caffeinated girl. Lashee blinked, and got off her, and pulled L up. She grinned at her brightly, and her attention fell onto the painting of the girl/doll. She tilted her head, "That's a silly painting. Nobody is part dolly..." She shook her head, not seeming to see the depth of artwork.
The red head shook her head ever so slightly, and she too stared at the artwork. That painting scared her, and she didn't even understand why. A voice floated into her mind, L-Chan, something's wrong, aye. Tell me! L flinched slightly as the doll's voice entered her mind. Nothing the matter... She responded. The doll knew this was a lie of course, but didn't press the subject. And she was thankful for that, because there were something's she wasn't willing to discuss with K.C.
"Ok, worthless bits of pond-scum!" Barked the angry teacher, glaring at all of them, "I'm putting you into groups, because I said so." He pulled out a list, and began calling out names for the groups, " ...Lashee and What's- Her-Face, you're in a group with Casil and that kid over there," he said, pointing to Squee and one of Lashee's followers. The boy rejoiced to be in the same group as Lashee, while Squee mourned. This was awful! "Now, go and do whatever, just be back here at two..." He turned around, facing them, his left eye twitching slightly, "Or else!"
"Yay!" Squealed Lashee, and her grabbed Squee's and L's arms, not even noticing the other boy, and skipped off into the Impressionism room, chattering about how much she loved art museums, which only caused Squee to dislike her even more.
Squee scowled as she pulled him along, before stopping aberrantly. This girl really seemed to upset him, she never seemed to shut up, was loud, annoying and always seemed to have at least one boy following desperately behind her, begging for just one date, of course, he thought, she couldn't help that. He sighed, and sat down on a bench in front of a print of a Monet. He looked to L, to see she looked pretty damn miserable as well.
And L was as miserable as she looked, but then a blank look crossed her face. Squee blinked why did the little expression that was on her face go away completely? His eyes narrowed in thought, and then he spied the head of that doll hanging out of her bag, it stared at it the same way it had before. His frown deepened, it seemed this doll could indeed talk, and that maybe it wasn't a good voice. Maybe it was a bad thing and maybe L didn't know. Maybe.
He shut his eyes, his mind racing, he relised the voice in the classroom had to have been the voice of this doll. What had it said? It said something like, 'So this is the one that made her talk...' and then something about control. He rubbed the sides of his head trying to concentrate this was a puzzle. A very strange and complicated puzzle, no doubt, but a puzzle still. And all puzzles need solving. He looked to L's face, to see she had gotten her little expression make, he supposed when the doll was talking to her she went into a type of trance. But before he had a chance to ponder this any longer, Lashee was moving them along.
Squee followed along, his mind racing, thinking up possible things that the doll might have been up to, each idea more pointless than the last. He sighed, and just stopped thinking about it. He put his headphones back on, and contentedly listened to the soothing sounds of a piano, acting as if he was interested in the art.
"...So, Lashee, you wanna go out with me later tonight? Maybe we could find a common interest," the boy said, trying desperately to gain Lashee's attention, but she pushed him over into a fountain that happened to be there. The boy fell in, and got soaked, and he couldn't seem to understand that Lashee didn't like him, he took it as a love tap. His chest swelled with happiness, the great and beautiful Lashee knew he existed! He climbed out of the fountain, and ran to catch up with the others.
L stared at the boy, why did males always act to strange around Lashee? In fact, every single man Lashee ever spoke to seemed to fall in love with her, well, except for Squee. Why didn't Lashee's mysterious 'power' affect him like it did other boys? She wondered to herself.
Because he has a guardian, aye, he does. Came the voice of K.C. L blinked a blinked. Guardian? Aye, a guardian, aye. I'm a guardian for you, L-Chan, aye. The doll said, for it knew what she was thinking. L never knew was a guardian, she always thought of her as a friend that was always there. She smiled slightly she had a guardian! Something to protect her from harm! And for the first time in years, she felt truly happy. If only she knew...
Squee noticed L's face go blank, and then suddenly seem to be teeming with happiness, well, teeming with happiness for L. If L was a normal person, which was wasn't, it was would made her look like a person who had just came back from a funeral and was trying to seem happy. But as I've said before, that was just L-Chan's way.
He shook his head, she was strange, but she really didn't bother him like her friend did. Or that dolly of hers. He frowned, he needed to find out its name, and that would be difficult, because she might not want to give away the name of her doll. He cranked up the music louder, draining out the noises of Lashee shrieking over some painting of a knife and sickle crossed. Of course if he had cared to look, he would have seen it was by L.
She glared at Lashee, her mind fuming in anger, what was one of her art works doing here?! She never put ANYTHING that was hers in a bloody museum! And this piece was very special to her, her eyes stared daggers at Lashee, who promptly decided she needed to be quiet. From behind her glasses, her right eye twitched as it did when she was angry. She had a sudden urge to...but no, she wanted to keep her promise to G-Kun and D-Kun. She never wanted to let them down.
Lashee seemed to know what L was thinking, because she started apologizing, "Oh, L-Chan, I'm soooo sorry! But it was such a good painting; I HAD to submit it! You'll forgive me, won't you? Oh please forgive me, I'm REEEEEEALLY sorry!" Lashee had fallen to her knees, hands clutched together, she looked so pitiful. L heaved a sigh, and acted as if she relented, and that was good enough for Lashee. But in reality she was still very angry.
L just stood there, a slight buzzing entering her mind, and she tried to her best to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop. She sat down on a bench, and clutched her head, trying to force the noise out of her head, it was starting to do more than just annoy her, it was hurting her! She shook her head about as if trying to shake it out, the noise was getting louder...and louder until it was a deafening roar and then...it ceased. She took several deep breaths, that was the first time that had ever happened! But then again...that was the first time she went against instinct.
Sooooo... what you think? It's all starting to come together now, yup yup! Hee hee. I think listening to Gorillaz makes me write better...Mawha. o.o;; Now be good and review, or I shan't write anymore! Okies? Mawhaha!
Disclaimer: I do not own JtHM, Jhonen Vasquez does. But I DO own L-Chan, Lashee, K.C. and any other non-JtHM charas. They mine.
'Knives and Sickles'
Chapter Three
By: Reki-Chan
"WE'REEE HEREEEE!" Shrieked out Lashee as the bus came to a stop in front of the museum. Lashee looked down at the startled L, and grinned brightly at her friend. She noticed L clutching tightly onto the head of the yellow yarn haired doll, K.C., "Oooh! Is that K.C.? I haven't seen you play with her for such a loooong time, L-Chaaaan!" She made an attempt to grab the doll, but L pulled it out of Lashee's out stretched hands. She didn't trust Lashee with K.C., she might end up throwing her dolly into a toilet.
Squee got a good look at the doll, and felt something strange about it. Laughter filled his head again, that same laughter he heard in the classroom, could it be this doll was causing it? The doll seemed to be staring right back at him, and that stitched on smile seemed to be plotting something. But that was impossible, it was just a doll! And the only people who he knew heard inanimate objects talk to were Tenna, Devi, Nny and himself. He shook his head, the laughter floating out of his head, and stood up, shoving past the other students to the front of the bus.
L quickly hid the doll from Lashee's sight knowing that the phrase 'Out of sight, out of mind' seemed to work perfectly on her. Immediately Lashee's attention fell onto an acorn that was in the middle of the sidewalk, and she pushed herself through the tiny little bus window to pounce it.
L stared at her friend, blinked, and shoved herself trough the window as well. She seemed to know that the overly buffed up jocks would try, and get stuck due to their steroid-like muscles. She turned to see one of those jocks stuck in the window, she grinned twistedly and even made a sound that might pass as a laugh. For you see, L delighted in the torment of others, well, the torment of her tormentors one might say. She walked over to Lashee, who was busy trying to see if the acorn was really an alien artifact that's name was 'Sweet Skelly'.
"Oh Sweet Skelly! Speak to me! Take me to your planet!" Raved the brunette, beating the acorn against the head of a boy who was trying to flirt with her. "SPEAK TO ME! I COMMAND IT!" The boy stared her, and thinking she was talking to him, began talking about the weather. Lashee ignored him, and continued beating him with the acorn, trying to get it to speak and reveal itself as an alien.
L frowned at her mad friend, and walked away from Lashee. She took a deep breath, and marched bravely into the museum. And icy blast of air hit her hard, causing her to shiver against her will. She hated having to be forced to do things. The girl looked about, to see Squee scowling at some of the art that was up, and blinked. The art wasn't bad, it was a rather nice Dada piece. Of all the types of art, she adored Dada and Surrealism, it was just so wild looking, and reminded her of her dreams. When she slept of course. She frowned a bit, and walked to him, not knowing Lashee was walking on all fours right behind her.
Squee looked to her, "What do you see?" He asked, motioning towards the painting of a person that one side of the face was young girl and the other side an old rag doll with shadows of demons and monsters that looked like they were straight from Norse mythology.
She shrugged a bit, she had an opinion on it, but she never was much a talker. In fact, the girl hadn't spoken a word since she was nine years old. But for some reason, this picture scared her. She looked cautiously towards where she had stored her own dolly, and bit her bottom lip. Suddenly, out of nowhere it seemed, Lashee pounced her, pushing the pig- tailed red head that was L over. Lashee pinned her down and stared at her, her mouth open wide and that hyena like giggle coming from it.
"HIIII L-CHAAAAAN!" She shrieked, causing the people to look over to her and give her an angry glare. It was obvious that for some reason she had abandoned all hope that 'Sweet Skelly' the talking acorn alien artifact was going to talk to her.
L struggled to get out from underneath the seeming to be over-caffeinated girl. Lashee blinked, and got off her, and pulled L up. She grinned at her brightly, and her attention fell onto the painting of the girl/doll. She tilted her head, "That's a silly painting. Nobody is part dolly..." She shook her head, not seeming to see the depth of artwork.
The red head shook her head ever so slightly, and she too stared at the artwork. That painting scared her, and she didn't even understand why. A voice floated into her mind, L-Chan, something's wrong, aye. Tell me! L flinched slightly as the doll's voice entered her mind. Nothing the matter... She responded. The doll knew this was a lie of course, but didn't press the subject. And she was thankful for that, because there were something's she wasn't willing to discuss with K.C.
"Ok, worthless bits of pond-scum!" Barked the angry teacher, glaring at all of them, "I'm putting you into groups, because I said so." He pulled out a list, and began calling out names for the groups, " ...Lashee and What's- Her-Face, you're in a group with Casil and that kid over there," he said, pointing to Squee and one of Lashee's followers. The boy rejoiced to be in the same group as Lashee, while Squee mourned. This was awful! "Now, go and do whatever, just be back here at two..." He turned around, facing them, his left eye twitching slightly, "Or else!"
"Yay!" Squealed Lashee, and her grabbed Squee's and L's arms, not even noticing the other boy, and skipped off into the Impressionism room, chattering about how much she loved art museums, which only caused Squee to dislike her even more.
Squee scowled as she pulled him along, before stopping aberrantly. This girl really seemed to upset him, she never seemed to shut up, was loud, annoying and always seemed to have at least one boy following desperately behind her, begging for just one date, of course, he thought, she couldn't help that. He sighed, and sat down on a bench in front of a print of a Monet. He looked to L, to see she looked pretty damn miserable as well.
And L was as miserable as she looked, but then a blank look crossed her face. Squee blinked why did the little expression that was on her face go away completely? His eyes narrowed in thought, and then he spied the head of that doll hanging out of her bag, it stared at it the same way it had before. His frown deepened, it seemed this doll could indeed talk, and that maybe it wasn't a good voice. Maybe it was a bad thing and maybe L didn't know. Maybe.
He shut his eyes, his mind racing, he relised the voice in the classroom had to have been the voice of this doll. What had it said? It said something like, 'So this is the one that made her talk...' and then something about control. He rubbed the sides of his head trying to concentrate this was a puzzle. A very strange and complicated puzzle, no doubt, but a puzzle still. And all puzzles need solving. He looked to L's face, to see she had gotten her little expression make, he supposed when the doll was talking to her she went into a type of trance. But before he had a chance to ponder this any longer, Lashee was moving them along.
Squee followed along, his mind racing, thinking up possible things that the doll might have been up to, each idea more pointless than the last. He sighed, and just stopped thinking about it. He put his headphones back on, and contentedly listened to the soothing sounds of a piano, acting as if he was interested in the art.
"...So, Lashee, you wanna go out with me later tonight? Maybe we could find a common interest," the boy said, trying desperately to gain Lashee's attention, but she pushed him over into a fountain that happened to be there. The boy fell in, and got soaked, and he couldn't seem to understand that Lashee didn't like him, he took it as a love tap. His chest swelled with happiness, the great and beautiful Lashee knew he existed! He climbed out of the fountain, and ran to catch up with the others.
L stared at the boy, why did males always act to strange around Lashee? In fact, every single man Lashee ever spoke to seemed to fall in love with her, well, except for Squee. Why didn't Lashee's mysterious 'power' affect him like it did other boys? She wondered to herself.
Because he has a guardian, aye, he does. Came the voice of K.C. L blinked a blinked. Guardian? Aye, a guardian, aye. I'm a guardian for you, L-Chan, aye. The doll said, for it knew what she was thinking. L never knew was a guardian, she always thought of her as a friend that was always there. She smiled slightly she had a guardian! Something to protect her from harm! And for the first time in years, she felt truly happy. If only she knew...
Squee noticed L's face go blank, and then suddenly seem to be teeming with happiness, well, teeming with happiness for L. If L was a normal person, which was wasn't, it was would made her look like a person who had just came back from a funeral and was trying to seem happy. But as I've said before, that was just L-Chan's way.
He shook his head, she was strange, but she really didn't bother him like her friend did. Or that dolly of hers. He frowned, he needed to find out its name, and that would be difficult, because she might not want to give away the name of her doll. He cranked up the music louder, draining out the noises of Lashee shrieking over some painting of a knife and sickle crossed. Of course if he had cared to look, he would have seen it was by L.
She glared at Lashee, her mind fuming in anger, what was one of her art works doing here?! She never put ANYTHING that was hers in a bloody museum! And this piece was very special to her, her eyes stared daggers at Lashee, who promptly decided she needed to be quiet. From behind her glasses, her right eye twitched as it did when she was angry. She had a sudden urge to...but no, she wanted to keep her promise to G-Kun and D-Kun. She never wanted to let them down.
Lashee seemed to know what L was thinking, because she started apologizing, "Oh, L-Chan, I'm soooo sorry! But it was such a good painting; I HAD to submit it! You'll forgive me, won't you? Oh please forgive me, I'm REEEEEEALLY sorry!" Lashee had fallen to her knees, hands clutched together, she looked so pitiful. L heaved a sigh, and acted as if she relented, and that was good enough for Lashee. But in reality she was still very angry.
L just stood there, a slight buzzing entering her mind, and she tried to her best to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop. She sat down on a bench, and clutched her head, trying to force the noise out of her head, it was starting to do more than just annoy her, it was hurting her! She shook her head about as if trying to shake it out, the noise was getting louder...and louder until it was a deafening roar and then...it ceased. She took several deep breaths, that was the first time that had ever happened! But then again...that was the first time she went against instinct.
Sooooo... what you think? It's all starting to come together now, yup yup! Hee hee. I think listening to Gorillaz makes me write better...Mawha. o.o;; Now be good and review, or I shan't write anymore! Okies? Mawhaha!