Hello ladies and gentlemen!
I'm back with chapter 5. I wrote the chapter about Recoome and the baby here instead of Jeices escape, because my dear friend Ravana wished so. It took a while, for I had no idea what to write the first time. I hope this one will do it. So have fun.
Sorry again for my english, but I'm still far away from perfect.
For disclaimer, look at the prologue.
‚……' = Recoomes thoughts
„……" = speach, talk
Life in hell is... beautifull?
Chapter 5: Saiyansitting – or – Recoomes lonely humiliation
Recoome looked suspicously at the littel thing in his arm. It still was quiet, thanks to the diggit in his mouth. Only a sucking noise could be heard. The redhead sighed. ‚This will not keep the little runt quiet for long. I have to find something to eat for him.' Unfortunately the dead don't need to eat and therefor wasn't much food around in hell. To be precise, there was not one single bite... or was there? Reccome rushed towards Burters locker, remembering something. He opened the door and searched through the belongings for... ah - there it was. The redhaired hulk grinned like an idiot, which wasn't that much of work ... based on an IQ of a piece of toast.
He looked at the magnumsize-bar of chocolate in his hand and a sad look apeared on his face. Normaly the chocolate would have been gone a long time ago, but one of the punishments in hell was, that everything eatable tastes like pasteboard, rotten wood or worse. ‚Better than nothing.', Recoome thought as he freed the chocolate from his tin foil prison. Longingly he looked at the tasty darkbrown, slightly warm sweet thing before he took a small piece and put it into the babys mouth in exchange for his finger. Immediately the sucking noise trippled in intensity and shortly after, another noise could be heard. Reccome looked bewildered at the child, „It purrs...", he said in amazement. „Seems you like that little runt.",he lowly said and couldn't stop the smile that crossed his face. ‚Well, saiyans were known for eating nearly everything if they're really hungry. Why not something that tastes like paper...' With this thoughts he returned to the main room, putting piece after piece of chocolate into the waiting
mouth.
Before five minutes passed, the chocolate was nearly gone and it didn't seemed that the kid would be satisfied soon. It devoured every new piece faster than the last one. ‚At this rate it will be crying again in one minute.', the Recoome thought in horror. ‚I need something else, something that lasts longer, or my fingers are in serious danger.' Well, he always could beat the child senseless, then he would have his peace... by closer looking at this alternative, he doesn't found it so good anymore, especially after thinking about the captain and Lord Frieza.
Then something very curious happened again. Another braincell of the muscled redhead decided to follow its two predecessor and actually began to work. Therefor Recoome had the, by now, third glorious idea this day. He hit himself on the forehead with his free hand. (The baby chewed on the last piece of chocolate by now.) There WAS something to eat down here. Like every other thing in hell it tastes like shit, but if the baby enjoyed the taste of the 100 year old chocolate, then it might like the other thing too. With the child in his arm he rushed out of their home.
Outside the cave he carefully looked from one side to the other, hoping that noone would be around. Then he glanced a last look at the still happily munching child. ,Better I hurry, before the *pain in the ears* has finished.' He carefully put the baby to the ground behind a lonely small rock. Then he again made sure nobody was watching. His face was as red as his hair as he rocked his knees and then began to jump. With every jump he got higher towards the yellow clouds, which were his goal. A long time ago, the hellguards had told them, that they taste like something they called curry. Unfortunatelly they taste that way only for the ones in heaven... but maybe they taste like that for the child too... it was alive after all. ‚Well, who knows.' He shrugged and jumped again, a little higher than before. Normally, he would have flew there, but nobody except the guardians was able to fly that high. At least he might reach the clouds for a moment, when he jumped high enough.
‚I only hope nobody's watching me. If someone does, I'll cannot even kill him to make sure he stays silent. I'll be the greatest laughingstock down in hell for the rest of eternity.' With a powerfull swing he jumped a fourth time. At this moment a wailing sound from below pierced his hearing, signalizing the end of the last piece of chocolate and making him wince and loose concentration. Unfortunately this time he has jumped high enough to dive into the coulds... and headfirst against something very VERY hard. ‚OUCH!!!That hurt!', his mind cried for a split second. ‚That was snakeway.', was his second realization, holding his head with both hands. Fortunately, as he began to fall down like a brik and whailing with both arms, still overthrown from a slight dizzyness, he tried to hold on the fuzzy halfsubstantial yellow clouds, managed to grab one and tear out a piece of it. Clutching onto the yellow fluff like for dear life he plummed down, landing hard on his butt.
„Ouch! Dammit! KUSO! $&§ß!!!", he cursed, alternately rubbing his sore butt and the bump that slowly raised on his head. „FUCKING SAIYAN SHIT!!! Can you not be quiet at least for ONE DAMN FUCKING MINUTE!!!", he roared while trying to supress the tears of pain that desperately wanted to burst from his eyes. Still deep in anger and despair he took the yellow cloud, which had the size of a nice couch-pillow and pushed it into the wide open mouth of the crying saiyan baby. The noise stopped immediately as the little one looked at him in shock with his black puppy-dog eyes as the cloud was roughly shoved into his mouth. But after a few gagging moments the child doesn't seemed to mind any longer as it began to chew happyly on the yellow fluff, taking possession of it by throwing both of his little arms around it.
Recoome huffed satisfied with the, now more silent, situation and let himself plop down on the small rock right beside the munching baby, only to jump up again as he was painfully remembered about his bruised butt. „You sure know how to drive one crazy, don't you?", he muttered while watching the child. ‚And it's not even grown up enough to crawl...' „We are in deep shit.", he sighed, rubbing his head and his buttocks. Carefully looking around for any incautious watchers he could beat up to cool down his still somewhat fiery bad mood. Fortunately for the possible victim and for Recoomes own dignity and pride, nobody was around. Then, with another sigh, he took the baby back into his muscled arms and returned back into the home-cave.
Recoome went straight towards the main room, ploping down into the soft couch with a small wince. He looked at the baby he held somewhat tenderly in his giant arms and couldn't stop a smile creeping over his face as he watched it gnaw at the yellow cloud. A smal trail of drool escaped the side of the filled mouth and the redhead carefully wiped it away with a small piece of cloth. Then he leant against the soft backrest and closed his eyes. Not long after that a steady low rasping sound joined the noisily eating sounds and the satisfied happy purrs.
..................
............
.......
...And he never recognized the small trail of drool, that dribbled out of both of their mouths.
tbc...
Well, that's it for this part.
Would be nice if you read AND review.
Coming next:
Chapter 6: Stairway to heaven – or – Jeices long way
I'm back with chapter 5. I wrote the chapter about Recoome and the baby here instead of Jeices escape, because my dear friend Ravana wished so. It took a while, for I had no idea what to write the first time. I hope this one will do it. So have fun.
Sorry again for my english, but I'm still far away from perfect.
For disclaimer, look at the prologue.
‚……' = Recoomes thoughts
„……" = speach, talk
Life in hell is... beautifull?
Chapter 5: Saiyansitting – or – Recoomes lonely humiliation
Recoome looked suspicously at the littel thing in his arm. It still was quiet, thanks to the diggit in his mouth. Only a sucking noise could be heard. The redhead sighed. ‚This will not keep the little runt quiet for long. I have to find something to eat for him.' Unfortunately the dead don't need to eat and therefor wasn't much food around in hell. To be precise, there was not one single bite... or was there? Reccome rushed towards Burters locker, remembering something. He opened the door and searched through the belongings for... ah - there it was. The redhaired hulk grinned like an idiot, which wasn't that much of work ... based on an IQ of a piece of toast.
He looked at the magnumsize-bar of chocolate in his hand and a sad look apeared on his face. Normaly the chocolate would have been gone a long time ago, but one of the punishments in hell was, that everything eatable tastes like pasteboard, rotten wood or worse. ‚Better than nothing.', Recoome thought as he freed the chocolate from his tin foil prison. Longingly he looked at the tasty darkbrown, slightly warm sweet thing before he took a small piece and put it into the babys mouth in exchange for his finger. Immediately the sucking noise trippled in intensity and shortly after, another noise could be heard. Reccome looked bewildered at the child, „It purrs...", he said in amazement. „Seems you like that little runt.",he lowly said and couldn't stop the smile that crossed his face. ‚Well, saiyans were known for eating nearly everything if they're really hungry. Why not something that tastes like paper...' With this thoughts he returned to the main room, putting piece after piece of chocolate into the waiting
mouth.
Before five minutes passed, the chocolate was nearly gone and it didn't seemed that the kid would be satisfied soon. It devoured every new piece faster than the last one. ‚At this rate it will be crying again in one minute.', the Recoome thought in horror. ‚I need something else, something that lasts longer, or my fingers are in serious danger.' Well, he always could beat the child senseless, then he would have his peace... by closer looking at this alternative, he doesn't found it so good anymore, especially after thinking about the captain and Lord Frieza.
Then something very curious happened again. Another braincell of the muscled redhead decided to follow its two predecessor and actually began to work. Therefor Recoome had the, by now, third glorious idea this day. He hit himself on the forehead with his free hand. (The baby chewed on the last piece of chocolate by now.) There WAS something to eat down here. Like every other thing in hell it tastes like shit, but if the baby enjoyed the taste of the 100 year old chocolate, then it might like the other thing too. With the child in his arm he rushed out of their home.
Outside the cave he carefully looked from one side to the other, hoping that noone would be around. Then he glanced a last look at the still happily munching child. ,Better I hurry, before the *pain in the ears* has finished.' He carefully put the baby to the ground behind a lonely small rock. Then he again made sure nobody was watching. His face was as red as his hair as he rocked his knees and then began to jump. With every jump he got higher towards the yellow clouds, which were his goal. A long time ago, the hellguards had told them, that they taste like something they called curry. Unfortunatelly they taste that way only for the ones in heaven... but maybe they taste like that for the child too... it was alive after all. ‚Well, who knows.' He shrugged and jumped again, a little higher than before. Normally, he would have flew there, but nobody except the guardians was able to fly that high. At least he might reach the clouds for a moment, when he jumped high enough.
‚I only hope nobody's watching me. If someone does, I'll cannot even kill him to make sure he stays silent. I'll be the greatest laughingstock down in hell for the rest of eternity.' With a powerfull swing he jumped a fourth time. At this moment a wailing sound from below pierced his hearing, signalizing the end of the last piece of chocolate and making him wince and loose concentration. Unfortunately this time he has jumped high enough to dive into the coulds... and headfirst against something very VERY hard. ‚OUCH!!!That hurt!', his mind cried for a split second. ‚That was snakeway.', was his second realization, holding his head with both hands. Fortunately, as he began to fall down like a brik and whailing with both arms, still overthrown from a slight dizzyness, he tried to hold on the fuzzy halfsubstantial yellow clouds, managed to grab one and tear out a piece of it. Clutching onto the yellow fluff like for dear life he plummed down, landing hard on his butt.
„Ouch! Dammit! KUSO! $&§ß!!!", he cursed, alternately rubbing his sore butt and the bump that slowly raised on his head. „FUCKING SAIYAN SHIT!!! Can you not be quiet at least for ONE DAMN FUCKING MINUTE!!!", he roared while trying to supress the tears of pain that desperately wanted to burst from his eyes. Still deep in anger and despair he took the yellow cloud, which had the size of a nice couch-pillow and pushed it into the wide open mouth of the crying saiyan baby. The noise stopped immediately as the little one looked at him in shock with his black puppy-dog eyes as the cloud was roughly shoved into his mouth. But after a few gagging moments the child doesn't seemed to mind any longer as it began to chew happyly on the yellow fluff, taking possession of it by throwing both of his little arms around it.
Recoome huffed satisfied with the, now more silent, situation and let himself plop down on the small rock right beside the munching baby, only to jump up again as he was painfully remembered about his bruised butt. „You sure know how to drive one crazy, don't you?", he muttered while watching the child. ‚And it's not even grown up enough to crawl...' „We are in deep shit.", he sighed, rubbing his head and his buttocks. Carefully looking around for any incautious watchers he could beat up to cool down his still somewhat fiery bad mood. Fortunately for the possible victim and for Recoomes own dignity and pride, nobody was around. Then, with another sigh, he took the baby back into his muscled arms and returned back into the home-cave.
Recoome went straight towards the main room, ploping down into the soft couch with a small wince. He looked at the baby he held somewhat tenderly in his giant arms and couldn't stop a smile creeping over his face as he watched it gnaw at the yellow cloud. A smal trail of drool escaped the side of the filled mouth and the redhead carefully wiped it away with a small piece of cloth. Then he leant against the soft backrest and closed his eyes. Not long after that a steady low rasping sound joined the noisily eating sounds and the satisfied happy purrs.
..................
............
.......
...And he never recognized the small trail of drool, that dribbled out of both of their mouths.
tbc...
Well, that's it for this part.
Would be nice if you read AND review.
Coming next:
Chapter 6: Stairway to heaven – or – Jeices long way