Author's note: Okay, I know the idea might be really stupid, but it was a
spur of the moment idea and I thought it actually make an interesting, if
not good, story. Plus, this can join right onto the end of Squire because
Neal only got the fan very recently.
I don't own the characters. I own the depressing story I put them in. I also own the description of the shukeshen's point.
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The danger of sharp fans
Chapter One: Neal ends up bleeding
Neal was still sore and weary after his Ordeal. In it he was battered and bashed, thrown around and watched Kel and Yuki die calling to him for help. He wanted to be a knight, and he felt that those long years training for it was worth it, but he much preferred reading. He never wanted to touch another weapon again.
Thinking of Yuki, he walked to his desk and sat down on a chair. Neal wanted to try and write poetry to Yuki. Kel had warned him that Yamani poetry was different from what he was used to, and since then he begged her for hours on end to teach him about Yamani poetry. Eventually she agreed, and now he was thinking he was getting quite good at it.
As he began to write, he felt the pains in his hand from the Ordeal. Sighing, he reached into his breeches pocket to find his little jar of healing balm. Then he felt his hand connect with something metal tucked into his belt. Pulling it out, he discovered that it was Yuki's shukeshen.
Neal frowned as he looked it over. Sure, his heart burned with all the affection he had for Yuki, and the fan was a sign that she felt the same way about him. But something was drawing him to the fan, something he couldn't recognise. Even though, the shukeshen, for all its beauty, seemed, in a way, dangerous.
Perhaps it was because the first time I touched one of these it almost made me fall over, he thought. He remembered Kel telling him something about the shukeshen, that it was a weapon for the ladies when they did not want to carry one openly.
Neal got really curious about the foreign fan, especially the fact that it could be used as a weapon. He tried a few experimental swings with it, like you would a club, and found that it made him ache even more because of its weight.
Neal was really curious about Yamani ladies, too. Why did they give deadly shukeshens instead of nice, soft, safe kerchiefs like the Eastern ladies did? If they acted differently to Eastern ladies, did that mean that the receiver of the token had to act differently too? Neal thought about his one-time crush on Kel. If Kel had given him a token, a kerchief, or even a shukeshen for that matter, he wouldn't have known what to do. Come to think of it, he didn't think that Kel would give him something like that. She was with Cleon, for Mithros' sake. But if she ever did.
At that time, Neal realised that there was a very sharp point on the end of the shukeshen. It began as a round bulb shape, ending in a thin, sharp, deadly point. That must be where they kill their opponents with, thought Neal. Wanting to feel the metal of the point, he touched the bulb. His fingers slipped on the shiny metal and his pointer finger was accidentally sliced by the point. Immediately, bright red blood flowed out, quickly turning dark. Neal grabbed his finger, which was very, very painful.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he cried out in agony. He was losing so much blood. His healer's education told him that at the rate of the blood flow, he had punctured an artery. Not good news. Not good at all.
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Like it? Like I said, it is pretty strange idea. Please review, and tell me if any of that medical scientific information is wrong. I'd be please to know if I made any mistakes.
More coming soon!
I don't own the characters. I own the depressing story I put them in. I also own the description of the shukeshen's point.
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The danger of sharp fans
Chapter One: Neal ends up bleeding
Neal was still sore and weary after his Ordeal. In it he was battered and bashed, thrown around and watched Kel and Yuki die calling to him for help. He wanted to be a knight, and he felt that those long years training for it was worth it, but he much preferred reading. He never wanted to touch another weapon again.
Thinking of Yuki, he walked to his desk and sat down on a chair. Neal wanted to try and write poetry to Yuki. Kel had warned him that Yamani poetry was different from what he was used to, and since then he begged her for hours on end to teach him about Yamani poetry. Eventually she agreed, and now he was thinking he was getting quite good at it.
As he began to write, he felt the pains in his hand from the Ordeal. Sighing, he reached into his breeches pocket to find his little jar of healing balm. Then he felt his hand connect with something metal tucked into his belt. Pulling it out, he discovered that it was Yuki's shukeshen.
Neal frowned as he looked it over. Sure, his heart burned with all the affection he had for Yuki, and the fan was a sign that she felt the same way about him. But something was drawing him to the fan, something he couldn't recognise. Even though, the shukeshen, for all its beauty, seemed, in a way, dangerous.
Perhaps it was because the first time I touched one of these it almost made me fall over, he thought. He remembered Kel telling him something about the shukeshen, that it was a weapon for the ladies when they did not want to carry one openly.
Neal got really curious about the foreign fan, especially the fact that it could be used as a weapon. He tried a few experimental swings with it, like you would a club, and found that it made him ache even more because of its weight.
Neal was really curious about Yamani ladies, too. Why did they give deadly shukeshens instead of nice, soft, safe kerchiefs like the Eastern ladies did? If they acted differently to Eastern ladies, did that mean that the receiver of the token had to act differently too? Neal thought about his one-time crush on Kel. If Kel had given him a token, a kerchief, or even a shukeshen for that matter, he wouldn't have known what to do. Come to think of it, he didn't think that Kel would give him something like that. She was with Cleon, for Mithros' sake. But if she ever did.
At that time, Neal realised that there was a very sharp point on the end of the shukeshen. It began as a round bulb shape, ending in a thin, sharp, deadly point. That must be where they kill their opponents with, thought Neal. Wanting to feel the metal of the point, he touched the bulb. His fingers slipped on the shiny metal and his pointer finger was accidentally sliced by the point. Immediately, bright red blood flowed out, quickly turning dark. Neal grabbed his finger, which was very, very painful.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he cried out in agony. He was losing so much blood. His healer's education told him that at the rate of the blood flow, he had punctured an artery. Not good news. Not good at all.
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Like it? Like I said, it is pretty strange idea. Please review, and tell me if any of that medical scientific information is wrong. I'd be please to know if I made any mistakes.
More coming soon!