Chapter 8 – The Not really Welcome Visitor
Ryan had been in his Boss position at Team Rocket for nearly three
years, now…All things concerning the company were doing well. All things
concerning the gym were… doing well. Still, things concerning people, were…
not. Ryan sat in his usual spot at the Gym's throne for him, brooding. Mason-
kun… The boy seemed to be drifting farther off from him… And Ichiro.. He too,
was growing colder and more irate as the short time had gone on. Any very small
thing could, and usually would, upset Ichiro, and he'd started taking offence to
nearly everything. Ryan had started to avoid his own home for the sake of not
getting into another argument, though he knew being home so late was bound to
spring yet another, and always the same thing… Ichiro was obsessed with
thinking that Ryan could possibly be seeing some one else, or might possibly let
the thought cross his mind of doing so… Or of leaving. Now, the latter, Ryan
couldn't deny he hadn't thought of. After all, he had so many disputes with Ichiro
it was giving him tremendous headaches, and stomach upsets… Of course,
some of these were due to Mason, as well. His nephew didn't seem capable of
even trying to get along with his classmates, or listening to him about anything…
Or any one, for that matter.
"Tss, Ichiro and Mason, if they didn't hate each other so much, they ought
to get together some time. They'd probably spend hours complaining about how
much they hate me and everything else…" Ryan muttered, then after a pause of
reflection, added, "Of course, everyone hates me any way… So it really wouldn't
make much of a difference who they complained to…" It was after an
afterthought that he added again, "But… That nice girl Yuki seemed to think I
was all right… I wonder what she's up to? Oh, better not let Ichiro know I said
anything of that sort… He'd throw another fit…" Ryan sighed, and leaned his chin
on one of his hands, the corresponding elbow sitting upon the armrest of the
chair.
Ichiro had decided to take the day off, let the others carry on. He was
sitting at home, his and Ryan's home, in the chair by the coffee table. He had
been brooding all day, with nothing better to do. As it was, he did have a cold,
and kept himself accompanied by a box of tissues. He was all alone in the house,
so it didn't matter, anyway.
"Diss iss sstubid…" He muttered, sniffling. He scowled, and drew the
blanket he was wearing as a cape about himself tighter. He hated being this
miserable. Ryan never seemed to be sick. Ichiro didn't feel that was fair. He
decided that it must be at fault of Ryan's mutant self… He didn't age, or die, why
should he get sick, either? Ichiro glowered more, and settled himself into his
blanket, withdrawing into the soft stuff. Of course, if Ryan did manage to get sick,
he'd probably expect him to take care of him, but would Ryan ever take care of
him? No, just like to day, Ryan had to work, while he, Ichiro, had to stay sick and
miserable and alone all day… Ichiro growled, and withdrew so much more into
the blanket that he looked like a weird hermit crab in a fleecy shell. Except that
Hermit crabs didn't have glaring, icy eyes that glared out from the darkness…
The phone chose exactly this moment to ring, it's voice ring alerting that
some one had called. Ichiro looked at the phone's monitor hatefully, wishing that
he could curse who ever it was that was calling. But, he couldn't do that. Ryan
could, I know… Ichiro's musings fell upon Ryan again, and he became even
more frustrated. However, the phone kept on.
"AWW WIIGH DEN! JUDDUB!" Ichiro howled at the phone, ordering it to
shut up, and slowly rose from the chair, sniffling and trying not to fall from the
tight wrappings. He then waddled miserably to the phone, and picked it up. He
left the visual on; if the person on the other side saw how horrible he felt, then
perhaps they'd leave him alone.
"Hawwooo? Hoo Dis?" Ichiro answered the phone tentatively. He didn't
recognise the man who had called in the least, except that he was quite gaijin.
The other man looked slightly startled; Ichiro still had the blanket over his
head, and looked like a gaunt wraith with glowing blue eyes.
"Er… is there a, Ichiro Ishihara here…? This is Georg Hesse…" This
Georg looked to be about Ichiro's age, though he was five years younger, with
still a head of light brown hair, somewhat reddish. He looked jovial enough,
though obviously trying not to look bothered with Ichiro's disconcerting
appearance.
Ichiro blinked, confused. "Daa iss I…" Ichiro's brow furrowed, as the name
was familiar… Didn't he know a Georg from somewhere…? Ah, oh yes… Ichiro's
memory found one of the dreaded times he was forced to go visit his mum's
family, at only the age of 15, the horrid little cousin that insisted on following him
everywhere… Ichiro recalled wanting to wring the kid's neck. Stupid kid and his
charmander…
"Oh, eh, Well then! I'm your cousin, remember, I think we met –"
"Wen I game to bissid wid mah barenss… You sdiw 'ab daa Jarmadner?"
Ichiro cut in, finishing with a sniffle. Georg smiled, but had this rather blank look
on his face, telling Ichiro that he hadn't understood a word he said. Ichiro bared
his teeth unpleasantly. "I haff a cohd, awwigh?"
Georg stared for a moment, then he realised what Ichiro said (or at least
had tried to say), and nodded. "Is it serious? You'll be all right?"
Ichiro sneered (this reminded George of the Ichiro he had met quite a bit).
"Ob gohwz nawwd. Or, Maybee I'ww die doomowwow! Eh…?" Ichiro stopped
when he felt some one tap his shoulder. He turned, and found it was the
secretary. "I dinn do id!"
Ono-san the Secretary looked at him strangely. "Pardon?" She was very
confused (while Georg understood Ichiro this time, Ono did not, as what Ichiro
had said was this: Das habe ij nijd gedan! (Das habe ich nicht getan) ) Ichiro
blinked, then gave a piercing shriek, and hit his head against the monitor. This
sudden behaviour startled both Georg and Ono, but Ichiro looked up, and the
blanket having fallen from his head, looked a little better.
"Er… Sowwy, Meand do zay, 'I dinn do id', becauss I know daa whaheffer
you hea fow, I dinn do id… Iss nohh my fauwd…"
(Georg didn't remotely understand what Ichiro said this time, because all
he heard was, : Er… Gomen, 'Wadajii wa yadde imasen' ga hojii o iimawu, jikaji
wakawisen gogo ni anada, wadajii wa yadde imasen… Wadaji no machigai
awumasen… (Er, Gomen, 'Watashi wa yatte imasen' ga hoshii o iimaru, shikashi
wakarisen koko ni anata, wadashi wa yatte imasen…Watashi no machigai
arumasen…) Ono rolled her eyes. "It's nothing to do with anything you thought
you did. I was just curious about your condition. Who're you talking to? He looks
like he hasn't got any idea about what we're saying…"
Ichiro glanced back at Georg. "Him? Oh, he'z no one, juss my gousin daa
I hade. Donn know why he'z gawwing…" Ichiro licked his lips, then spoke to
Georg (in German), "Whaa do you wann?"
Georg grinned. "Oh… Well, I was just curious… Er… Well, it's like this—
My wife and I were thinking of visiting my aunt – Your Mum – and, well, we were
curious if we could stay with you, since…"
"I'm de onee udder reladib heww daa you knoh, rai'? I donn knohh… I'ww
haffa asg Wyan. ((sniffles)) Eh… I'm nod zuwr he'ww be geen on de idea…"
"Who… Who's 'Wyan'?"
"Wyan? Oh, Wryan! Yeah… He libbz 'erwe too. Bud, 'e'z aa werg rai'
noww…" Ichiro sniffed sourly, his eyes glancing at the door. Ryan would be
home soon enough now, actually… And, as if on cue, The door suddenly
opened, Ryan bounding through.
"I'm home! Did I get any calls or messages while I was gone? Itchy—You
feeling any better? Do anything for you, can I?" Ryan sauntered in jovially,
speaking just so.
Ichiro glared. "Der'z a brobwem." Ichiro tilted his head at the phone
monitor. "'E wanss do gome 'ewe, sbenn a uaiww. Wid hiz waiff."
Ryan hummed, and strode over, brow furrowed. "He wants to stay awhile,
does he? Him and his wife… What ever for? Who IS he?"
"Mai gozzen daaa I hade. Wand to bizid mai mum, he doz."
"Oooohhh… I see. Well…" Ryan looked at Georg, smiling at the man (who
looked somewhat crossed that he was being deliberately spoken of and excluded
from the conversation), then to Ichiro said, "Why not? It couldn't hurt to have
some of your family over, could it? Maybe we could all go and visit your mum
sometime, eh?"
"Ohh, ja, juhw we good! Jee hade me! Mai dad hade me, doo. Aww
becawz uff wewe I wowg, 'cawz I'm… gei! Ne'ew dahhk do me, ne'ew wezbond
do mai leddehws…"
"Ah…. Right, then, but still… We don't have to visit, but I think it's only
hospitable that we let, er, your cousin stay, don't you?" Ryan said this in a way
that let Ichiro know that it was quite the final word on the situation. Ichiro
scowled, but turned to Georg and told him the news.
"Id'z aww righ'. You can sday." Ichiro said, rather sullen.
Georg looked elated. "Oh, thanks! You're son seems rather nice. You said
his name was Ryan, right?"
Ichiro and Ryan both turned rather red, and Ryan had to duck out of view,
stifling his laughter. Ono was very confused, and Ichiro was not amused in the
least bit.
"Wyan is NOD mai zon. 'E'z mai bardnerr." Ichiro snarled icily, just barely
keeping his temper in check. It was really too much, now, that their apparent
difference in age was so much for this mistake to be made. Georg looked
sufficiently embarrassed, however, and this pleased Ichiro.
"Oh, er, sorry, about that then… Well, eh, I suppose I'll be seeing you,
then… Bye!" Georg finished hastily, then went off. Ichiro stuck his tongue at the
blank screen rather rudely, and Ryan crawled out of hiding.
"What was all of that about?" Ono looked between them curiously. Ryan
turned pinker.
"He thought that I was Ichiro's son… Which is entirely ridiculous, but he-
the cousin person- didn't know that."
"Id wazen'd funny." Ichiro snapped, then stalked off for his room, fuming.
Ryan looked after him in concern.
"Hey, come on, Ichiro… Ichiro!" Ryan called after Ichiro, but only received
the door slamming into the wall for a response. Ryan winced, and decided not to
approach Ichiro. "I don't know why he's so upset about it…" He muttered, and
then hopped into the couch.
Ono looked grim, but didn't say anything, and left. Ryan watched, then
stared at the closed door for a while, quiet. There hadn't been a happy day in
here for quite some time.
It wasn't long, but the Hesses did arrive, and Ichiro seemed to be on a
mission to make them have as unpleasant a stay as possible. Ryan was trying to
make them feel welcome, but it was already difficult when they realised he wasn't
exactly completely human, and more so with Ichiro's hulking form looming
around, scowling at everyone and thing possible. Ryan really wished that Ichiro
would try to be presentable, but it didn't seem to be possible.
"So… er… Oh, Ichiro, would you stop that??" Ryan snapped at Ichiro, who
was standing most imposingly behind Ryan, arms crossed, glaring at Georg and
Ursula. He broke his glare to look at Ryan, who hissed at him to desist and sit, to
be pleasant.
"Chigai." Ichiro growled. Ryan snorted.
"Baka…" Ryan muttered, then swung his tail around to clip Ichiro around
the head, causing him to yelp. Ryan smirked, but waved for Ichiro leave (unless
he decided to behave). Ichiro grumbled incoherently, but sat close to Ryan, and
looked rather dead pan.
"Sorry… I, er, suppose he's not in a pleasant mood… So, how was the
visit yesterday?" Ryan tried to restart the conversation.
"Well… It was nice. She's doing all right, even though Uncle Tetsuo died…
You know, we did ask about what'd she think if we brought Ichiro with us on a
visit, since he keeps refusing to come insisting that she hates him…" Georg
started, but looked a little uncomfortable to finish. Ryan seemed to understand,
though, and nodded dismally.
"Right… I see… That's really too bad." He glanced quickly over at Ichiro,
but he was not showing any reaction. Ryan winced.
((AN: I'm really sorry, for any one who was following this fic… I'm stopping it
here. I was writing this with the Kitsune-Yasha, yes, but that is no more. I am
rewriting EOB currently, but when it is finished, it will 1) No longer be a Fan
fiction, it will be an original fiction, 2) Have some things vastly changed beyond
that, and 3) All things KY will be removed. This means No Makato, no Mason…
Etc. This does NOT mean that my basic ideas need be changed. Those will
remain the same. Some elements will have changed or be removed all together,
and some new ones added. Also, since I'm writing this again NOW, some things
that ought have been mentioned early on will be, and this is mostly because I
have the dynamics and set up all together now, much better than before.
Characters that I hadn't created until late will now have more mention before
(This includes Hokoriko. I had come up with her around just before Ichiro, and
she had to be edited into the second chapter (EOB I)), and so on. Any way, look
forward to it being re 'published' here. Still EOB, but different story! Well, okay,
it's the same, but a lot different. There's still Ryan the half human beastie
roaming around killing people, or sleeping with them… Michio still dies when he
does, Yusuke still hires Hokoriko to kill Ryan, and Ryan still has that elder brother
thorn in his side (That was my idea in the first place. I read KY's fic, and was like,
What-Hey! This guy would be as a brother to Ryan in my fic should he exist in it
too, and what a nifty thing that would make! Hey, I needed something more to
help out with the story…), though they have known since forever that they are
brothers… And so on, so on… Well, then, I'll be off! SON MUNKY))
Ryan had been in his Boss position at Team Rocket for nearly three
years, now…All things concerning the company were doing well. All things
concerning the gym were… doing well. Still, things concerning people, were…
not. Ryan sat in his usual spot at the Gym's throne for him, brooding. Mason-
kun… The boy seemed to be drifting farther off from him… And Ichiro.. He too,
was growing colder and more irate as the short time had gone on. Any very small
thing could, and usually would, upset Ichiro, and he'd started taking offence to
nearly everything. Ryan had started to avoid his own home for the sake of not
getting into another argument, though he knew being home so late was bound to
spring yet another, and always the same thing… Ichiro was obsessed with
thinking that Ryan could possibly be seeing some one else, or might possibly let
the thought cross his mind of doing so… Or of leaving. Now, the latter, Ryan
couldn't deny he hadn't thought of. After all, he had so many disputes with Ichiro
it was giving him tremendous headaches, and stomach upsets… Of course,
some of these were due to Mason, as well. His nephew didn't seem capable of
even trying to get along with his classmates, or listening to him about anything…
Or any one, for that matter.
"Tss, Ichiro and Mason, if they didn't hate each other so much, they ought
to get together some time. They'd probably spend hours complaining about how
much they hate me and everything else…" Ryan muttered, then after a pause of
reflection, added, "Of course, everyone hates me any way… So it really wouldn't
make much of a difference who they complained to…" It was after an
afterthought that he added again, "But… That nice girl Yuki seemed to think I
was all right… I wonder what she's up to? Oh, better not let Ichiro know I said
anything of that sort… He'd throw another fit…" Ryan sighed, and leaned his chin
on one of his hands, the corresponding elbow sitting upon the armrest of the
chair.
Ichiro had decided to take the day off, let the others carry on. He was
sitting at home, his and Ryan's home, in the chair by the coffee table. He had
been brooding all day, with nothing better to do. As it was, he did have a cold,
and kept himself accompanied by a box of tissues. He was all alone in the house,
so it didn't matter, anyway.
"Diss iss sstubid…" He muttered, sniffling. He scowled, and drew the
blanket he was wearing as a cape about himself tighter. He hated being this
miserable. Ryan never seemed to be sick. Ichiro didn't feel that was fair. He
decided that it must be at fault of Ryan's mutant self… He didn't age, or die, why
should he get sick, either? Ichiro glowered more, and settled himself into his
blanket, withdrawing into the soft stuff. Of course, if Ryan did manage to get sick,
he'd probably expect him to take care of him, but would Ryan ever take care of
him? No, just like to day, Ryan had to work, while he, Ichiro, had to stay sick and
miserable and alone all day… Ichiro growled, and withdrew so much more into
the blanket that he looked like a weird hermit crab in a fleecy shell. Except that
Hermit crabs didn't have glaring, icy eyes that glared out from the darkness…
The phone chose exactly this moment to ring, it's voice ring alerting that
some one had called. Ichiro looked at the phone's monitor hatefully, wishing that
he could curse who ever it was that was calling. But, he couldn't do that. Ryan
could, I know… Ichiro's musings fell upon Ryan again, and he became even
more frustrated. However, the phone kept on.
"AWW WIIGH DEN! JUDDUB!" Ichiro howled at the phone, ordering it to
shut up, and slowly rose from the chair, sniffling and trying not to fall from the
tight wrappings. He then waddled miserably to the phone, and picked it up. He
left the visual on; if the person on the other side saw how horrible he felt, then
perhaps they'd leave him alone.
"Hawwooo? Hoo Dis?" Ichiro answered the phone tentatively. He didn't
recognise the man who had called in the least, except that he was quite gaijin.
The other man looked slightly startled; Ichiro still had the blanket over his
head, and looked like a gaunt wraith with glowing blue eyes.
"Er… is there a, Ichiro Ishihara here…? This is Georg Hesse…" This
Georg looked to be about Ichiro's age, though he was five years younger, with
still a head of light brown hair, somewhat reddish. He looked jovial enough,
though obviously trying not to look bothered with Ichiro's disconcerting
appearance.
Ichiro blinked, confused. "Daa iss I…" Ichiro's brow furrowed, as the name
was familiar… Didn't he know a Georg from somewhere…? Ah, oh yes… Ichiro's
memory found one of the dreaded times he was forced to go visit his mum's
family, at only the age of 15, the horrid little cousin that insisted on following him
everywhere… Ichiro recalled wanting to wring the kid's neck. Stupid kid and his
charmander…
"Oh, eh, Well then! I'm your cousin, remember, I think we met –"
"Wen I game to bissid wid mah barenss… You sdiw 'ab daa Jarmadner?"
Ichiro cut in, finishing with a sniffle. Georg smiled, but had this rather blank look
on his face, telling Ichiro that he hadn't understood a word he said. Ichiro bared
his teeth unpleasantly. "I haff a cohd, awwigh?"
Georg stared for a moment, then he realised what Ichiro said (or at least
had tried to say), and nodded. "Is it serious? You'll be all right?"
Ichiro sneered (this reminded George of the Ichiro he had met quite a bit).
"Ob gohwz nawwd. Or, Maybee I'ww die doomowwow! Eh…?" Ichiro stopped
when he felt some one tap his shoulder. He turned, and found it was the
secretary. "I dinn do id!"
Ono-san the Secretary looked at him strangely. "Pardon?" She was very
confused (while Georg understood Ichiro this time, Ono did not, as what Ichiro
had said was this: Das habe ij nijd gedan! (Das habe ich nicht getan) ) Ichiro
blinked, then gave a piercing shriek, and hit his head against the monitor. This
sudden behaviour startled both Georg and Ono, but Ichiro looked up, and the
blanket having fallen from his head, looked a little better.
"Er… Sowwy, Meand do zay, 'I dinn do id', becauss I know daa whaheffer
you hea fow, I dinn do id… Iss nohh my fauwd…"
(Georg didn't remotely understand what Ichiro said this time, because all
he heard was, : Er… Gomen, 'Wadajii wa yadde imasen' ga hojii o iimawu, jikaji
wakawisen gogo ni anada, wadajii wa yadde imasen… Wadaji no machigai
awumasen… (Er, Gomen, 'Watashi wa yatte imasen' ga hoshii o iimaru, shikashi
wakarisen koko ni anata, wadashi wa yatte imasen…Watashi no machigai
arumasen…) Ono rolled her eyes. "It's nothing to do with anything you thought
you did. I was just curious about your condition. Who're you talking to? He looks
like he hasn't got any idea about what we're saying…"
Ichiro glanced back at Georg. "Him? Oh, he'z no one, juss my gousin daa
I hade. Donn know why he'z gawwing…" Ichiro licked his lips, then spoke to
Georg (in German), "Whaa do you wann?"
Georg grinned. "Oh… Well, I was just curious… Er… Well, it's like this—
My wife and I were thinking of visiting my aunt – Your Mum – and, well, we were
curious if we could stay with you, since…"
"I'm de onee udder reladib heww daa you knoh, rai'? I donn knohh… I'ww
haffa asg Wyan. ((sniffles)) Eh… I'm nod zuwr he'ww be geen on de idea…"
"Who… Who's 'Wyan'?"
"Wyan? Oh, Wryan! Yeah… He libbz 'erwe too. Bud, 'e'z aa werg rai'
noww…" Ichiro sniffed sourly, his eyes glancing at the door. Ryan would be
home soon enough now, actually… And, as if on cue, The door suddenly
opened, Ryan bounding through.
"I'm home! Did I get any calls or messages while I was gone? Itchy—You
feeling any better? Do anything for you, can I?" Ryan sauntered in jovially,
speaking just so.
Ichiro glared. "Der'z a brobwem." Ichiro tilted his head at the phone
monitor. "'E wanss do gome 'ewe, sbenn a uaiww. Wid hiz waiff."
Ryan hummed, and strode over, brow furrowed. "He wants to stay awhile,
does he? Him and his wife… What ever for? Who IS he?"
"Mai gozzen daaa I hade. Wand to bizid mai mum, he doz."
"Oooohhh… I see. Well…" Ryan looked at Georg, smiling at the man (who
looked somewhat crossed that he was being deliberately spoken of and excluded
from the conversation), then to Ichiro said, "Why not? It couldn't hurt to have
some of your family over, could it? Maybe we could all go and visit your mum
sometime, eh?"
"Ohh, ja, juhw we good! Jee hade me! Mai dad hade me, doo. Aww
becawz uff wewe I wowg, 'cawz I'm… gei! Ne'ew dahhk do me, ne'ew wezbond
do mai leddehws…"
"Ah…. Right, then, but still… We don't have to visit, but I think it's only
hospitable that we let, er, your cousin stay, don't you?" Ryan said this in a way
that let Ichiro know that it was quite the final word on the situation. Ichiro
scowled, but turned to Georg and told him the news.
"Id'z aww righ'. You can sday." Ichiro said, rather sullen.
Georg looked elated. "Oh, thanks! You're son seems rather nice. You said
his name was Ryan, right?"
Ichiro and Ryan both turned rather red, and Ryan had to duck out of view,
stifling his laughter. Ono was very confused, and Ichiro was not amused in the
least bit.
"Wyan is NOD mai zon. 'E'z mai bardnerr." Ichiro snarled icily, just barely
keeping his temper in check. It was really too much, now, that their apparent
difference in age was so much for this mistake to be made. Georg looked
sufficiently embarrassed, however, and this pleased Ichiro.
"Oh, er, sorry, about that then… Well, eh, I suppose I'll be seeing you,
then… Bye!" Georg finished hastily, then went off. Ichiro stuck his tongue at the
blank screen rather rudely, and Ryan crawled out of hiding.
"What was all of that about?" Ono looked between them curiously. Ryan
turned pinker.
"He thought that I was Ichiro's son… Which is entirely ridiculous, but he-
the cousin person- didn't know that."
"Id wazen'd funny." Ichiro snapped, then stalked off for his room, fuming.
Ryan looked after him in concern.
"Hey, come on, Ichiro… Ichiro!" Ryan called after Ichiro, but only received
the door slamming into the wall for a response. Ryan winced, and decided not to
approach Ichiro. "I don't know why he's so upset about it…" He muttered, and
then hopped into the couch.
Ono looked grim, but didn't say anything, and left. Ryan watched, then
stared at the closed door for a while, quiet. There hadn't been a happy day in
here for quite some time.
It wasn't long, but the Hesses did arrive, and Ichiro seemed to be on a
mission to make them have as unpleasant a stay as possible. Ryan was trying to
make them feel welcome, but it was already difficult when they realised he wasn't
exactly completely human, and more so with Ichiro's hulking form looming
around, scowling at everyone and thing possible. Ryan really wished that Ichiro
would try to be presentable, but it didn't seem to be possible.
"So… er… Oh, Ichiro, would you stop that??" Ryan snapped at Ichiro, who
was standing most imposingly behind Ryan, arms crossed, glaring at Georg and
Ursula. He broke his glare to look at Ryan, who hissed at him to desist and sit, to
be pleasant.
"Chigai." Ichiro growled. Ryan snorted.
"Baka…" Ryan muttered, then swung his tail around to clip Ichiro around
the head, causing him to yelp. Ryan smirked, but waved for Ichiro leave (unless
he decided to behave). Ichiro grumbled incoherently, but sat close to Ryan, and
looked rather dead pan.
"Sorry… I, er, suppose he's not in a pleasant mood… So, how was the
visit yesterday?" Ryan tried to restart the conversation.
"Well… It was nice. She's doing all right, even though Uncle Tetsuo died…
You know, we did ask about what'd she think if we brought Ichiro with us on a
visit, since he keeps refusing to come insisting that she hates him…" Georg
started, but looked a little uncomfortable to finish. Ryan seemed to understand,
though, and nodded dismally.
"Right… I see… That's really too bad." He glanced quickly over at Ichiro,
but he was not showing any reaction. Ryan winced.
((AN: I'm really sorry, for any one who was following this fic… I'm stopping it
here. I was writing this with the Kitsune-Yasha, yes, but that is no more. I am
rewriting EOB currently, but when it is finished, it will 1) No longer be a Fan
fiction, it will be an original fiction, 2) Have some things vastly changed beyond
that, and 3) All things KY will be removed. This means No Makato, no Mason…
Etc. This does NOT mean that my basic ideas need be changed. Those will
remain the same. Some elements will have changed or be removed all together,
and some new ones added. Also, since I'm writing this again NOW, some things
that ought have been mentioned early on will be, and this is mostly because I
have the dynamics and set up all together now, much better than before.
Characters that I hadn't created until late will now have more mention before
(This includes Hokoriko. I had come up with her around just before Ichiro, and
she had to be edited into the second chapter (EOB I)), and so on. Any way, look
forward to it being re 'published' here. Still EOB, but different story! Well, okay,
it's the same, but a lot different. There's still Ryan the half human beastie
roaming around killing people, or sleeping with them… Michio still dies when he
does, Yusuke still hires Hokoriko to kill Ryan, and Ryan still has that elder brother
thorn in his side (That was my idea in the first place. I read KY's fic, and was like,
What-Hey! This guy would be as a brother to Ryan in my fic should he exist in it
too, and what a nifty thing that would make! Hey, I needed something more to
help out with the story…), though they have known since forever that they are
brothers… And so on, so on… Well, then, I'll be off! SON MUNKY))
