Title: The Chibiest Petstore
Author: Casshirek
Summary: The saga continues. o.o We meet a feral Duo chibi lost on the streets. What will happen to him? Quick teaser before I run off to church today. o.o And anyone want to buy the little lost Chibi-Quatre from chapter one? ^__-; All relevant characters belong to appropriate parties.
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Tragedy is not unknown within the chibis' world.
We see an example here.
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"Squeaaaak." Violet eyes glistened within the waning's sun light, bright with unshed tears. A tiny hand pushed hard against a velvet-wrapped frame, trying to elicit attention. Nothing occured. The appendage retracted, drawn into ebon robes. The chibi shook his head, braid flying. "Squeak!" Eyes watered as denial gave way to anguished revelation.
The Chibi-Duo crumpled to his knees, features devoid of expression. Tears painted silver rivulets along his cheeks and in the emptiness, the chibi wept for his loss.
//... Time passes ... //
A golden-brown braid flashed into view from behind a rubbish bin. With great consternation did a pair of tiny hands then reach out to grab the bothersome trail of chestnut, pulling it away from sight. Silence reigned unchallenged for a time, interrupted only by the rumbling of a truck as it passes the alley.
"Squeak." Triumph laced the exhaustion in a quiet voice.
Many would have found it hard to believe that our hero was a chibi-Duo. He bore little in the way of similarities with the violet-eyed darlings of the world. Thin to the point of emaciation, his dimunitive frame clad in torn black robes, the chibi was a wild child. A feral. He was one of the unowned, a creature with limited freedom and no access to the pleasures of the wilderness. He was an unwanted, a victim.
A menace.
Or at least, this is how some would have the public view these homeless critters. The chibi scrubbed ferociously at his cheek, suceeding only in smearing more dirt on tanned features. Amethyst eyes were bright however, alive with a light that contrasted his filthy rainments. Tiny hands roamed gingerly over a gold-wrapped object. With care, they peeled back the glimmering foil to reveal a mere slab of chocolate. Nutritional woes are, unlike tragedy, completely unknown to chibis. As we all know, they can survive on practically anything with sugar.
"Squeaksqueaksqueak." The chibi, whom we shall name Shin to simplify narration, drew a napkin from nowhere, folded it twice, and tucked it into his off-white collar. The consumption of the chocolate began in earnest then.
At this point in time, it must be observed that the Eighth Wonder of the World is none other than the speed with which a chibi can devour candy. What would take a human being at least half an hour to gradually eat can be wolfed down by a chibi in less than fifteen seconds. The alley was a scene of post-chocolate devastation when Shin was finished. He dabbed, a little fruitlessly, at his mouth. There was little point in his attempt at hygiene. Shin would have had to take a long bubble bath to even begin removing the layers of chocolate coating his hair.
"Squeak." He declared, peering at his braid. Shin gnawed thoughtfully on the end.
Pushing aside the shredded packaging, he rose with the care of a pregnant woman. Hands were rested upon his bloated belly and with unfamilar carelessness, Shin trundled erratically down the alley. He paused. Not far away was a piece of cake, a luschious piece of chocolate cake dripping fudge and chips.
Violet eyes blinked repeatedly.
No dirt, no fuss, no screaming stall keeper -- could it be? Shin hunched against the ground, his posture relating exaggerated concern. A clumsy panther, he stalked closer towards the cake, unaware of the silver string connected to the cake. He took a few quick steps forward, paused, repeated the earlier measure and was about ready to jump when he caught sight of boots.
"SQUEAK!" Shin knew what he was facing. The dimunitive Chibi Duo turned sharply on his heel and raced in the opposite direction, puffing loudly as he attempted to compensate for the chocolate housed in his belly. He didn't make it far.
Boots overwhelmed his world and in less than a heartbeat, he found himself entangled in a net. Struggles proved futile and pretty soon, all that remained of our brave Shin was a latticework of black lines, black robes, and enormous violet eyes pouring a waterfall of tears into the ground.
Shin had been caught by the Department of Chibi Control.
~fin
Author: Casshirek
Summary: The saga continues. o.o We meet a feral Duo chibi lost on the streets. What will happen to him? Quick teaser before I run off to church today. o.o And anyone want to buy the little lost Chibi-Quatre from chapter one? ^__-; All relevant characters belong to appropriate parties.
* * *
Tragedy is not unknown within the chibis' world.
We see an example here.
* * *
"Squeaaaak." Violet eyes glistened within the waning's sun light, bright with unshed tears. A tiny hand pushed hard against a velvet-wrapped frame, trying to elicit attention. Nothing occured. The appendage retracted, drawn into ebon robes. The chibi shook his head, braid flying. "Squeak!" Eyes watered as denial gave way to anguished revelation.
The Chibi-Duo crumpled to his knees, features devoid of expression. Tears painted silver rivulets along his cheeks and in the emptiness, the chibi wept for his loss.
//... Time passes ... //
A golden-brown braid flashed into view from behind a rubbish bin. With great consternation did a pair of tiny hands then reach out to grab the bothersome trail of chestnut, pulling it away from sight. Silence reigned unchallenged for a time, interrupted only by the rumbling of a truck as it passes the alley.
"Squeak." Triumph laced the exhaustion in a quiet voice.
Many would have found it hard to believe that our hero was a chibi-Duo. He bore little in the way of similarities with the violet-eyed darlings of the world. Thin to the point of emaciation, his dimunitive frame clad in torn black robes, the chibi was a wild child. A feral. He was one of the unowned, a creature with limited freedom and no access to the pleasures of the wilderness. He was an unwanted, a victim.
A menace.
Or at least, this is how some would have the public view these homeless critters. The chibi scrubbed ferociously at his cheek, suceeding only in smearing more dirt on tanned features. Amethyst eyes were bright however, alive with a light that contrasted his filthy rainments. Tiny hands roamed gingerly over a gold-wrapped object. With care, they peeled back the glimmering foil to reveal a mere slab of chocolate. Nutritional woes are, unlike tragedy, completely unknown to chibis. As we all know, they can survive on practically anything with sugar.
"Squeaksqueaksqueak." The chibi, whom we shall name Shin to simplify narration, drew a napkin from nowhere, folded it twice, and tucked it into his off-white collar. The consumption of the chocolate began in earnest then.
At this point in time, it must be observed that the Eighth Wonder of the World is none other than the speed with which a chibi can devour candy. What would take a human being at least half an hour to gradually eat can be wolfed down by a chibi in less than fifteen seconds. The alley was a scene of post-chocolate devastation when Shin was finished. He dabbed, a little fruitlessly, at his mouth. There was little point in his attempt at hygiene. Shin would have had to take a long bubble bath to even begin removing the layers of chocolate coating his hair.
"Squeak." He declared, peering at his braid. Shin gnawed thoughtfully on the end.
Pushing aside the shredded packaging, he rose with the care of a pregnant woman. Hands were rested upon his bloated belly and with unfamilar carelessness, Shin trundled erratically down the alley. He paused. Not far away was a piece of cake, a luschious piece of chocolate cake dripping fudge and chips.
Violet eyes blinked repeatedly.
No dirt, no fuss, no screaming stall keeper -- could it be? Shin hunched against the ground, his posture relating exaggerated concern. A clumsy panther, he stalked closer towards the cake, unaware of the silver string connected to the cake. He took a few quick steps forward, paused, repeated the earlier measure and was about ready to jump when he caught sight of boots.
"SQUEAK!" Shin knew what he was facing. The dimunitive Chibi Duo turned sharply on his heel and raced in the opposite direction, puffing loudly as he attempted to compensate for the chocolate housed in his belly. He didn't make it far.
Boots overwhelmed his world and in less than a heartbeat, he found himself entangled in a net. Struggles proved futile and pretty soon, all that remained of our brave Shin was a latticework of black lines, black robes, and enormous violet eyes pouring a waterfall of tears into the ground.
Shin had been caught by the Department of Chibi Control.
~fin