Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't own Dr. Di, or Rize, or Raven, or
Van, or Moonbei, or Fiona, or Irvine, et cetera. I don't have any money to
pay the.. thingys. My pocket money is cut off. Oh, but the plot is mine.
MINE! MINE! HAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!!! *er..right*
Summary: You know that all the organoids have an Ancient Zoidian. except
for Shadow. What if Raven_was_a part Ancient Zoidian, and they didn't know?
What if the Ancient Zoidian blood was slowly killing him?
Rating: PG-13 - for safety.
The Lost
Chapter 3: the Meeting/Part 2 -Raven
Written by. Firemoon
I poked at my disgustingly sticky porridge that the fat nurse had carried in for me as 'food', eyeing it disdainfully. You see, I am not that a fussy eater, but I absolutely_detest_anything sticky or gooey, and that porridge was both. I pushed it away as far as I could, and I am sure that I had the look of pure disgust on my face.
That's when Dr. Di came in again.
He noticed-obviously-the still full porridge bowl, and shook his head.
"I should have told that nurse to bring something, er,_more_like proper meal."
He grinned at my annoyed expression.
"Sorry about that, boy."
At once, I felt my control over my temper crack.
"I'm NOT a boy!"
I snarled, and surprisingly enough he did not make any sarcastic comment. Instead, he shrugged, and went out again. Probably to get something for me, I guessed.
Suddenly feeling tired, I leaned back on the bed, and closed my eyes. But I was awake enough to hear the door open; I can't afford to have my throat cut by the_vengeful_soldiers.
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A few minutes later, I heard the door open, but I didn't open my eyes to check who it was. I just ignored it and continued to be semi-conscious as I was before it opened.
I guess I was too tired; yes, I, destroyer of countless bases and mass murderer was too_bothered_to even open one eye when there was a danger of my throat being cut or worse.
But I didn't care about dying anymore. I faced death countless times since Prozen, my adopted-father, took me in. Thinking of_him_made me cold from inside, and I turned my head a little towards the nearby wall, away from the mysterious person-or people-'s face(s). An awkward cough sent my head snapping back towards the door, my both eyes fully open.
"Van."
I growled, and I felt a little better when I saw the boy recoil slightly.
"Well, well, well...it's really an_honour_for me to get a visit from no other than Van Flyheight."
I crossed my arms and leaned back on my bed, my trademark smirk on my face. He seemed to have turned into stone with that rigid look on his face and the way he sat on one of the chairs, and that eye patch man-Irvine or something, I remembered-looked as if he was having an inner turmoil as to whether he will beat me to pulps or..something.
"Er...you 'k?"
I snorted, and glared at the dark haired baka.
"Ha! Do you_seriously_think that I am okay with your sickeningly cheerful face hovering around me? You are_so_mistaken, Van."
"Er, sorry.. I just.."
"RAVEN!"
I flinched slightly, hearing the enraged voice of Dr. Di. He had just opened the door, and obviously he had heard the..conversation we had. I noticed that quite a lot of people were in my room-if you could call this my 'room'. That blonde Ancient Zoidian girl was standing next to Van, her scarlet eyes wide. The other girl with braids was staring at me menacingly, but I just smirked at her.
As he came in, he glared at both the bakas and-rather too violently-slammed the meal onto my lap, and I frowned at the bright purple soup, strangely enough unspilled by the former slamming down-thing. I looked at it suspiciously. I somehow did not like the colour of it.
So I ignored the soup and picked up the bread-those soft white ones-and I ate it in small pieces that I ripped off. I choose to ignore the group that was following my every movement like stalking hunters.
At last, I finished the bread and reached for the glass of water. Dr. Di said sternly at me like an aged grandfather-which is true, really-with his arms folded, almost majestic in the white doctor's gown.
"Eat the soup."
I pouted slightly, shaking my head. I mean, I_really_hate soup, and I mean,_purple_? I might start to get sick again, but I didn't tell the old man because of..the others. He made his point clear again by repeating the order, emphasizing every word, which quite scared the others by the looks on their faces but didn't affect me. You would be like me if you spent_years_with Prozen or Hiltz. You become as tough as leather.
"I won't."
"Then may I please ask...WHY?"
...His smile was strained and venomous, and it suddenly made the room temperature drop about 10 degrees. I composed my self-making my face very, VERY blank except for the look of polite frankness, and answered.
"Because I don't like 'them'-I waved my hand at the direction of the others- looking at me eating my..er, 'meal' as if I am a very dangerous and special animal."
"Well, you ARE certainly very dangerous.. or_were_you? Because right now you don't look like it."
That sadistic bastard.
I ignored the smirk on Irvine's face, and viciously grabbed the spoon from the old man's hand. I, for that moment,_truely_wished to spoon his eyes out. I think they had noticed how I was glaring at the old man because they suddenly got all tensed up, panicking.
I sighed, and dug a spoonful of the soup after looking at it suspiciously again. And when I swallowed the first mouthful, I realized that I was going to vomit, right in front of the goddamn Van and others!
That's when Dr. Di grabbed my arm, and I, with a hand across my mouth and looking-possibly-green, stumbled to the bathroom, which seemed to have materialized on the wall.
I leant in as far as I could, and before I could take my hand away from my mouth sickening purple liquid spilled out of my mouth. It didn't have any acrid taste, as most vomit do.
Rather, it had a strange coppery taste, which I was so used to long ago, and Dr. Di stared at my bloodstained hand. The others, too-for the bathroom door was open. We didn't have time to close it-stared at my purple hand as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
Finally, Irvine opened his mouth, and after several attempts to talk, got the word which everybody had been repeating in their minds for the last minute.
"Oh, shit."
-------- Well, here goes another chapter! Thanks to Sanity-Stealing-Lawn-Gnome, yuki and Kitty-Yasha: Er, I couldn't exactly say that I'm satisfied with the verbal argument between Van and Raven, but I'll try to get them right when they-hopefully-argue again. Thank you VERY much for the two reviews, Sanity- Stealing-Garden-Gnome, and I'm very sorry for my dumb old computer for ignoring yours. And Yuki, Thanks for reviewing and thinking that my fic is enjoyable. REVIEW PLEASE!! [even if you think that this sucks, I welcome flames]
------------ Sorry reviewers...I made a HUGE mistake.. Raven's blood's supposed to be purple [sweatdrops] yeah, so I changed it a bit..sorry. [sweatdrops again]
The Lost
Chapter 3: the Meeting/Part 2 -Raven
Written by. Firemoon
I poked at my disgustingly sticky porridge that the fat nurse had carried in for me as 'food', eyeing it disdainfully. You see, I am not that a fussy eater, but I absolutely_detest_anything sticky or gooey, and that porridge was both. I pushed it away as far as I could, and I am sure that I had the look of pure disgust on my face.
That's when Dr. Di came in again.
He noticed-obviously-the still full porridge bowl, and shook his head.
"I should have told that nurse to bring something, er,_more_like proper meal."
He grinned at my annoyed expression.
"Sorry about that, boy."
At once, I felt my control over my temper crack.
"I'm NOT a boy!"
I snarled, and surprisingly enough he did not make any sarcastic comment. Instead, he shrugged, and went out again. Probably to get something for me, I guessed.
Suddenly feeling tired, I leaned back on the bed, and closed my eyes. But I was awake enough to hear the door open; I can't afford to have my throat cut by the_vengeful_soldiers.
------------
A few minutes later, I heard the door open, but I didn't open my eyes to check who it was. I just ignored it and continued to be semi-conscious as I was before it opened.
I guess I was too tired; yes, I, destroyer of countless bases and mass murderer was too_bothered_to even open one eye when there was a danger of my throat being cut or worse.
But I didn't care about dying anymore. I faced death countless times since Prozen, my adopted-father, took me in. Thinking of_him_made me cold from inside, and I turned my head a little towards the nearby wall, away from the mysterious person-or people-'s face(s). An awkward cough sent my head snapping back towards the door, my both eyes fully open.
"Van."
I growled, and I felt a little better when I saw the boy recoil slightly.
"Well, well, well...it's really an_honour_for me to get a visit from no other than Van Flyheight."
I crossed my arms and leaned back on my bed, my trademark smirk on my face. He seemed to have turned into stone with that rigid look on his face and the way he sat on one of the chairs, and that eye patch man-Irvine or something, I remembered-looked as if he was having an inner turmoil as to whether he will beat me to pulps or..something.
"Er...you 'k?"
I snorted, and glared at the dark haired baka.
"Ha! Do you_seriously_think that I am okay with your sickeningly cheerful face hovering around me? You are_so_mistaken, Van."
"Er, sorry.. I just.."
"RAVEN!"
I flinched slightly, hearing the enraged voice of Dr. Di. He had just opened the door, and obviously he had heard the..conversation we had. I noticed that quite a lot of people were in my room-if you could call this my 'room'. That blonde Ancient Zoidian girl was standing next to Van, her scarlet eyes wide. The other girl with braids was staring at me menacingly, but I just smirked at her.
As he came in, he glared at both the bakas and-rather too violently-slammed the meal onto my lap, and I frowned at the bright purple soup, strangely enough unspilled by the former slamming down-thing. I looked at it suspiciously. I somehow did not like the colour of it.
So I ignored the soup and picked up the bread-those soft white ones-and I ate it in small pieces that I ripped off. I choose to ignore the group that was following my every movement like stalking hunters.
At last, I finished the bread and reached for the glass of water. Dr. Di said sternly at me like an aged grandfather-which is true, really-with his arms folded, almost majestic in the white doctor's gown.
"Eat the soup."
I pouted slightly, shaking my head. I mean, I_really_hate soup, and I mean,_purple_? I might start to get sick again, but I didn't tell the old man because of..the others. He made his point clear again by repeating the order, emphasizing every word, which quite scared the others by the looks on their faces but didn't affect me. You would be like me if you spent_years_with Prozen or Hiltz. You become as tough as leather.
"I won't."
"Then may I please ask...WHY?"
...His smile was strained and venomous, and it suddenly made the room temperature drop about 10 degrees. I composed my self-making my face very, VERY blank except for the look of polite frankness, and answered.
"Because I don't like 'them'-I waved my hand at the direction of the others- looking at me eating my..er, 'meal' as if I am a very dangerous and special animal."
"Well, you ARE certainly very dangerous.. or_were_you? Because right now you don't look like it."
That sadistic bastard.
I ignored the smirk on Irvine's face, and viciously grabbed the spoon from the old man's hand. I, for that moment,_truely_wished to spoon his eyes out. I think they had noticed how I was glaring at the old man because they suddenly got all tensed up, panicking.
I sighed, and dug a spoonful of the soup after looking at it suspiciously again. And when I swallowed the first mouthful, I realized that I was going to vomit, right in front of the goddamn Van and others!
That's when Dr. Di grabbed my arm, and I, with a hand across my mouth and looking-possibly-green, stumbled to the bathroom, which seemed to have materialized on the wall.
I leant in as far as I could, and before I could take my hand away from my mouth sickening purple liquid spilled out of my mouth. It didn't have any acrid taste, as most vomit do.
Rather, it had a strange coppery taste, which I was so used to long ago, and Dr. Di stared at my bloodstained hand. The others, too-for the bathroom door was open. We didn't have time to close it-stared at my purple hand as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
Finally, Irvine opened his mouth, and after several attempts to talk, got the word which everybody had been repeating in their minds for the last minute.
"Oh, shit."
-------- Well, here goes another chapter! Thanks to Sanity-Stealing-Lawn-Gnome, yuki and Kitty-Yasha: Er, I couldn't exactly say that I'm satisfied with the verbal argument between Van and Raven, but I'll try to get them right when they-hopefully-argue again. Thank you VERY much for the two reviews, Sanity- Stealing-Garden-Gnome, and I'm very sorry for my dumb old computer for ignoring yours. And Yuki, Thanks for reviewing and thinking that my fic is enjoyable. REVIEW PLEASE!! [even if you think that this sucks, I welcome flames]
------------ Sorry reviewers...I made a HUGE mistake.. Raven's blood's supposed to be purple [sweatdrops] yeah, so I changed it a bit..sorry. [sweatdrops again]