Shinta sighed, his head hung low as he flew back to his house. He looked up
and saw the black shape of his father ahead of him. Shinta knew he was in
trouble now. If his father had found him, it meant that his mother almost
assuredly knew what he'd been doing. He and his father had both taken his
friends home, ensuring that they would be safe on their own, before they
started the flight for home. Shinta's father never said a word, but not
that that was new or anything. His father was mute after all, his vocal
cords having been cut in a battle long ago. Shinta often tried to get his
mother to tell him about it, or how she had met his father. All she ever
said about it was the same old thing: 'I met your father when we were both
very young. We were both people fighting for the good of all worlds, and we
battled through many difficult situations, which brought us closer
together.' Shinta had heard that explanation so many times he'd learned it
by heart...
Shinta spotted the lights from his home coming closer, and thought briefly of simply flying off to hide.but that wouldn't solve anything, that would just delay the inevitable. His father touched down first and waited for him by the door. Shinta landed slowly beside his father. He looked up at the tall black figure beside him, his mixed eyes settling once more on the twin crimson, burning orbs, of his father's eyes. Shinta sighed briefly and nodded weakly, acknowledging the fate that lay in store for him behind that door. The young boy slowly stepped forward and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open, and taking a single step into the house.
A blur of white, yellow and brown came flying out of the kitchen and grabbed him. The boy stumbled back as his mother wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Iwassoworriedaboutyoudon'tyouknowyoucouldhavebeenkilledoutthere?!Howmanytim eshavewetoldyounottogooutintheCalmLandswithoutproperparentalsupervision!?" She blurted out, almost in tears, and hardly making any sense. The black figure stepped inside the house, past the boy being smothered by his near- hysterical mother and over to the living room area where there was a simple pair of chairs and a couch. Shinta shot his father a pleading look to come and help him, but his father merely held up his hands as he sat down in a chair, signaling that he was not about to try and pry her off of him. His mother finally released him from her hug, but held onto him by his arms as she looked into his eyes, her expression changing from the near-hysterical, overjoyed mother to that of a very serious and angry one, "And if you think we are going to let you out of this house near sunset again without proper supervision, you have another thing coming! As of this minute you are grounded, you will be confined to this house for a week, I don't care if you're head is going to literally explode from not being able to go outside! Do you understand me?" Shinta gulped nervously, and nodded his understanding. "Good, then go and clean up for bed." The boy nodded again and quickly ran off, hoping that he wouldn't do anything else to make the punishment worse.
She watched him go before sitting down in a chair opposite her husband. She had her eyes closed, and ran a hand through her hair. She stopped in mid motion, and one of her eyes opened, looking over at him. Her husband was silently shaking with laughter.
"I take it you find something amusing about your son going out and almost getting himself killed, yes?" She asked, her eye narrowing as she looked at him. He quickly waved his hands in front of himself in defense, not wanting to incur the wrath of his wife at that moment. He slowly stopped his laughing and smirked at her, she sat up straight and pointed an accusing finger at him, "Don't you start with me about that! He acts as much like you as he does me! Oh! That is so not true!" She cried, small sparks crackling around her cheeks as she glared at her husband. The man let out a silent sigh and walked over, sitting on the couch next to her. She angrily turned away, but he simply wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her cheek. Her angry expression flickered, until she sighed, and smiled at him, "Alright...but I'm not going to go easy on him with this punishment! He should know not to do that, and if we let him just go out and do whatever he wants...I just can't even think about what I would have done if you hadn't been there to save him." The man nodded his agreement and gently kissed her head, standing her up and walking her off to the bedroom for the night.
Shinta sighed as he looked at the rafters above him. A whole week of being stuck inside. He groaned aloud, his eyes scrunched closed at the thought of the agony of not being able to go outside with his friends, not being able to train fighting the wild monsters left after Sin's defeat.but more importantly, the fact that he would not be able to feel the rush of air moving by his face as he soared through the air...slowly his mind calmed and he drifted into sleep. It would be a long week...
Shinta spotted the lights from his home coming closer, and thought briefly of simply flying off to hide.but that wouldn't solve anything, that would just delay the inevitable. His father touched down first and waited for him by the door. Shinta landed slowly beside his father. He looked up at the tall black figure beside him, his mixed eyes settling once more on the twin crimson, burning orbs, of his father's eyes. Shinta sighed briefly and nodded weakly, acknowledging the fate that lay in store for him behind that door. The young boy slowly stepped forward and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open, and taking a single step into the house.
A blur of white, yellow and brown came flying out of the kitchen and grabbed him. The boy stumbled back as his mother wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Iwassoworriedaboutyoudon'tyouknowyoucouldhavebeenkilledoutthere?!Howmanytim eshavewetoldyounottogooutintheCalmLandswithoutproperparentalsupervision!?" She blurted out, almost in tears, and hardly making any sense. The black figure stepped inside the house, past the boy being smothered by his near- hysterical mother and over to the living room area where there was a simple pair of chairs and a couch. Shinta shot his father a pleading look to come and help him, but his father merely held up his hands as he sat down in a chair, signaling that he was not about to try and pry her off of him. His mother finally released him from her hug, but held onto him by his arms as she looked into his eyes, her expression changing from the near-hysterical, overjoyed mother to that of a very serious and angry one, "And if you think we are going to let you out of this house near sunset again without proper supervision, you have another thing coming! As of this minute you are grounded, you will be confined to this house for a week, I don't care if you're head is going to literally explode from not being able to go outside! Do you understand me?" Shinta gulped nervously, and nodded his understanding. "Good, then go and clean up for bed." The boy nodded again and quickly ran off, hoping that he wouldn't do anything else to make the punishment worse.
She watched him go before sitting down in a chair opposite her husband. She had her eyes closed, and ran a hand through her hair. She stopped in mid motion, and one of her eyes opened, looking over at him. Her husband was silently shaking with laughter.
"I take it you find something amusing about your son going out and almost getting himself killed, yes?" She asked, her eye narrowing as she looked at him. He quickly waved his hands in front of himself in defense, not wanting to incur the wrath of his wife at that moment. He slowly stopped his laughing and smirked at her, she sat up straight and pointed an accusing finger at him, "Don't you start with me about that! He acts as much like you as he does me! Oh! That is so not true!" She cried, small sparks crackling around her cheeks as she glared at her husband. The man let out a silent sigh and walked over, sitting on the couch next to her. She angrily turned away, but he simply wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her cheek. Her angry expression flickered, until she sighed, and smiled at him, "Alright...but I'm not going to go easy on him with this punishment! He should know not to do that, and if we let him just go out and do whatever he wants...I just can't even think about what I would have done if you hadn't been there to save him." The man nodded his agreement and gently kissed her head, standing her up and walking her off to the bedroom for the night.
Shinta sighed as he looked at the rafters above him. A whole week of being stuck inside. He groaned aloud, his eyes scrunched closed at the thought of the agony of not being able to go outside with his friends, not being able to train fighting the wild monsters left after Sin's defeat.but more importantly, the fact that he would not be able to feel the rush of air moving by his face as he soared through the air...slowly his mind calmed and he drifted into sleep. It would be a long week...