Yes! I have finally figured out how I shall make certain events happen!
As I told you, I am most likely doing AU since I know so little (also, my mind is twisted, but that's another story).
So, here are some more examples of guessing of characters'.... character... based on basic information and such. Besides, this is AU so I can do practically whatever I want (and swipe a line or two from Chrono Trigger while I'm at it)!
Fuahahahaha!
*cough* *hack* *wheeze*
Achem. Chapter Three of The Midnight Mole:
Mole tidbit: Look up a bit of music called "Hard Working Moles are Good Moles"
Need help? Contact me.
Oh, and please leave a comment. I am so desperate for compliments.
(er... what's his last name? I'm sorry if I got it wrong, but I just went with what sounded better)
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"Mom used to be at home all the time... but then Dad left and Mom has to support us now."
"Really," Kenji sighed while giving Uriko's hair a quick stroke, "Is that why she was away this week?"
"Yes, she has to travel a lot, and Alice doesn't like that."
"Is this why Alice has been so unamiable, Uriko?"
"She wants to be a nurse and travel around, saving the world and all that crap."
Kenji laid his head on the bed and gazed at Uriko as if he could actually see her. "So she's stuck at home, taking care of you instead of a poor child." In her sleep, the girl mumbled sadly, "She hates me."
"I wish I had someone to hate me the way she hates you." The ninja guessed it was probably time to to stop.
"Good night, Uriko."
The sun would probably rise in an hour or two.
"Eh? What's this.." he whispered when his foot touched something. It was his keeper's schoolbag, full of her sweet scent. There were other interesting scents in there, too, but one struck him as vaguely familiar. It was on an outfit of some sort, mixed in with more of Uriko's scent.
"A gi...?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was bright, sunny day at school, even brighter because it was a Friday. Uriko, in the school's bright blue uniform, prepared for the upcoming classes. Another week over, and then she would spend a little time with her Mother.... and then it was Monday again.
"It never ends!" she mock-yelled and then proceeded to comically bash her head against her locker door.
Well, first it was Mr. Jerkman's Chemistry class, then Ms. Screetchy's History class, and then, Mr. Long's Literature Class (that was not so bad), and then.... well, whatever came next, but Fridays always ended with the ultimate test: a full hour of the most boring class in the world...
"Riko #1!" called a voice from behind her.
"Eh. What is it Riko #2?"
"Riko #2," better known as Mariko, was a girl with short black hair tied up in little red ribbons. She wanted to know if the two of them could go out that day.
Uriko rolled her eyes. "It's the same question every week, isn't it? I have an appointment with Mr. Long after school."
"Yeah, what's with that? I thought he didn't offer a review class."
She winked at her friend with a little smirk. "Well, let's just say he teaches me more than just Literature."
Mariko gave her a strange look and she just laughed and explained she said that just to get an odd reaction from her. "It's Kenpo! But don't tell anyone, alright?"
The first bell rang and the two girls bid each other a hasty farewell to sprint up to their first period classes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Male? Female?
Then again, power was beauty, and he certainly had power.
So why was he neglected?
A muscular man with a delicate, beautiful face and paced up and down his room. His hair brushed his face as it was now not in its normal bun. He was superior in his skills as well as his looks to all the other assassins, as far as he was concerned. However, he was being ignored.
"Just what is it with that little brat, anyway? Just because he's a young kid?"
Youth! A sudden realization once again came over him: beauty and youth do not last.
He shrugged it off just the same as before. As an assassin, in the life that led nowhere, he'd surely die young and leave a beautiful corpse.
"That is, unless, I am too good..." he whispered with a little grin.
So the precious "Little Dragon" was missing? Doc was spending too much time with him anyway. Why not just let him be and let the Clan of the Soil die with the sole heir to the Kato School of Ninjutsu and get them out of the way. Though useful, they were too loyal to their generations-long service and could prove to be a nuisance, after all. Why could Doc not just eliminate them, just like the other nuisances?
That damn little boy with his "pretty" little face... Perhaps measures should be taken to make sure he never returns.
He grinned once more. The Fox had not hunted in a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Literature teacher Long Shin was a man on whom a number of students had crushes. He was a mature and sophisticated man with long black hair tied in a ponytail with a number of bands so it was almost a braid. He also donned a small pair of glasses, which perfected his face in the eyes of the young ladies in his class, one of whom saw him after school to receive Kenpo lessons.
The two had just finished a lesson and were resting, drinking a little water to rehydrate themselves.
"Why don't you start a class or a club, Mr. Long?" Uriko finally asked him. The subject had been on her mind for a while.
He gazed out the window with a relaxed look on his face. "I have pondered such a thing before. I don't know if I want to be doing this too much nowadays, however. I don't think it's good for me."
Without thinking, his student blurted out, "I'd think Kenpo would be better for you than teaching a bunch of kids."
He smiled and chuckled lightly. "Teaching can be very stressful, indeed. Speaking of such.... Can you tell me what the centaurs represent, Miss Nonomura?"
"Eh. Wha-what?"
"The Centaurs of the Seventh Circle of Hell, those keeping the ones who spent their lives spilling the blood of others."
She blinked. "We-we're talking about Dante now?! Uhhh... aren't they, like, the bestial side or something?"
"Right, they are stationed their to match the punishment of those sinners. And the constellation Sagittarius," he added, now gazing out the window as if he was now entering a different place in his mind, "represents intellect joined with physicality as a centaur: half man, half horse.... half beast.."
Perhaps this was why the girls swooned over this teacher (other than the fact that all the other teachers were married or a little too old or just plain not very attractive). The disciple gazed at her master as he gazed longingly away from the world and reality with a slightly sad look added to his normally calm features.
He then blinked and remembered the present. "What am I doing?" he asked himself, "let's pack up, shall we?" He helped her gather up the mats and pads while telling her, "You're doing very well. You're a little clumsy and loose in your form, but you do know what you are doing."
She thanked him and grabbed her bag to retrieve her school uniform and then yelped when a furry little creature fell out with her clothes.
"Mister Mole?!" she squeaked.
"....Mole?"
"Mr. Long, he's from my backyard, but I don't know how he got into my bag."
She picked him up and scolded him for doing something so dangerous. Her teacher looked at the mole curiously.
"He looks friendly. Do you mind if I see him a little?'
He took him in his hands and examined him carefully. Unfortunately, Kenji could not see the look in his eye that spoke "I know you."
His hard glare startled the girl and she tried to change the subject by adding that he liked to have his tummy scratched. "Really," was Long Shin's reply as he felt around Mister Mole's furry neck with one finger for something.
"Does he like being scratched... here?"
He gave a quick jab to the spot he found with his index finger. Kenji squeaked in surprise. An almost silent whisper was given in response: "It seems I won't have to wring your little neck. If my guess about you is wrong, however..."
He pressed his thumb menacingly against his windpipe.
"Don't mess with me. I'm not going back."
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Alice and Uriko's mother, who went by the name Mitsuko, was a rather large woman compared to her daughters. She was often thought of as something as a babysitter for the longest time. She came back home to a reheated supper, talking about their shares in Tylon.
"But Mom! I was going to volunteer at the hospital this weekend!"
"I'm sorry, Alice, but something's come up. You're going to have to come with me this weekend. I'll get a chance to show you the office..."
Alice slammed herself into her seat and faced away from her mother. "Sure, just let my ambitions go to waste."
Mother put down her fork sadly and asked for Uriko. Was she upset about not going to the strawberry farm tomorrow?
"No" Alice snorted, "She's been locked up in her room with her stupid little rodent friend."
"You were serious about the mole?" She decided to check on her normally cheerful daughter while Alice mumbled, "I told her it was rabid, but did she listen? Nobody listens to me..."
"Uriko, what's this about a-"
When Mitsuko opened the door, she saw a dark room with her daughter huddled up on her bed, cradling something in her arms, sobbing. Uriko turned to her with tears in her eyes and down her face.
"My mole... I think he's dying."
As I told you, I am most likely doing AU since I know so little (also, my mind is twisted, but that's another story).
So, here are some more examples of guessing of characters'.... character... based on basic information and such. Besides, this is AU so I can do practically whatever I want (and swipe a line or two from Chrono Trigger while I'm at it)!
Fuahahahaha!
*cough* *hack* *wheeze*
Achem. Chapter Three of The Midnight Mole:
Mole tidbit: Look up a bit of music called "Hard Working Moles are Good Moles"
Need help? Contact me.
Oh, and please leave a comment. I am so desperate for compliments.
(er... what's his last name? I'm sorry if I got it wrong, but I just went with what sounded better)
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
"Mom used to be at home all the time... but then Dad left and Mom has to support us now."
"Really," Kenji sighed while giving Uriko's hair a quick stroke, "Is that why she was away this week?"
"Yes, she has to travel a lot, and Alice doesn't like that."
"Is this why Alice has been so unamiable, Uriko?"
"She wants to be a nurse and travel around, saving the world and all that crap."
Kenji laid his head on the bed and gazed at Uriko as if he could actually see her. "So she's stuck at home, taking care of you instead of a poor child." In her sleep, the girl mumbled sadly, "She hates me."
"I wish I had someone to hate me the way she hates you." The ninja guessed it was probably time to to stop.
"Good night, Uriko."
The sun would probably rise in an hour or two.
"Eh? What's this.." he whispered when his foot touched something. It was his keeper's schoolbag, full of her sweet scent. There were other interesting scents in there, too, but one struck him as vaguely familiar. It was on an outfit of some sort, mixed in with more of Uriko's scent.
"A gi...?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was bright, sunny day at school, even brighter because it was a Friday. Uriko, in the school's bright blue uniform, prepared for the upcoming classes. Another week over, and then she would spend a little time with her Mother.... and then it was Monday again.
"It never ends!" she mock-yelled and then proceeded to comically bash her head against her locker door.
Well, first it was Mr. Jerkman's Chemistry class, then Ms. Screetchy's History class, and then, Mr. Long's Literature Class (that was not so bad), and then.... well, whatever came next, but Fridays always ended with the ultimate test: a full hour of the most boring class in the world...
"Riko #1!" called a voice from behind her.
"Eh. What is it Riko #2?"
"Riko #2," better known as Mariko, was a girl with short black hair tied up in little red ribbons. She wanted to know if the two of them could go out that day.
Uriko rolled her eyes. "It's the same question every week, isn't it? I have an appointment with Mr. Long after school."
"Yeah, what's with that? I thought he didn't offer a review class."
She winked at her friend with a little smirk. "Well, let's just say he teaches me more than just Literature."
Mariko gave her a strange look and she just laughed and explained she said that just to get an odd reaction from her. "It's Kenpo! But don't tell anyone, alright?"
The first bell rang and the two girls bid each other a hasty farewell to sprint up to their first period classes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Male? Female?
Then again, power was beauty, and he certainly had power.
So why was he neglected?
A muscular man with a delicate, beautiful face and paced up and down his room. His hair brushed his face as it was now not in its normal bun. He was superior in his skills as well as his looks to all the other assassins, as far as he was concerned. However, he was being ignored.
"Just what is it with that little brat, anyway? Just because he's a young kid?"
Youth! A sudden realization once again came over him: beauty and youth do not last.
He shrugged it off just the same as before. As an assassin, in the life that led nowhere, he'd surely die young and leave a beautiful corpse.
"That is, unless, I am too good..." he whispered with a little grin.
So the precious "Little Dragon" was missing? Doc was spending too much time with him anyway. Why not just let him be and let the Clan of the Soil die with the sole heir to the Kato School of Ninjutsu and get them out of the way. Though useful, they were too loyal to their generations-long service and could prove to be a nuisance, after all. Why could Doc not just eliminate them, just like the other nuisances?
That damn little boy with his "pretty" little face... Perhaps measures should be taken to make sure he never returns.
He grinned once more. The Fox had not hunted in a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Literature teacher Long Shin was a man on whom a number of students had crushes. He was a mature and sophisticated man with long black hair tied in a ponytail with a number of bands so it was almost a braid. He also donned a small pair of glasses, which perfected his face in the eyes of the young ladies in his class, one of whom saw him after school to receive Kenpo lessons.
The two had just finished a lesson and were resting, drinking a little water to rehydrate themselves.
"Why don't you start a class or a club, Mr. Long?" Uriko finally asked him. The subject had been on her mind for a while.
He gazed out the window with a relaxed look on his face. "I have pondered such a thing before. I don't know if I want to be doing this too much nowadays, however. I don't think it's good for me."
Without thinking, his student blurted out, "I'd think Kenpo would be better for you than teaching a bunch of kids."
He smiled and chuckled lightly. "Teaching can be very stressful, indeed. Speaking of such.... Can you tell me what the centaurs represent, Miss Nonomura?"
"Eh. Wha-what?"
"The Centaurs of the Seventh Circle of Hell, those keeping the ones who spent their lives spilling the blood of others."
She blinked. "We-we're talking about Dante now?! Uhhh... aren't they, like, the bestial side or something?"
"Right, they are stationed their to match the punishment of those sinners. And the constellation Sagittarius," he added, now gazing out the window as if he was now entering a different place in his mind, "represents intellect joined with physicality as a centaur: half man, half horse.... half beast.."
Perhaps this was why the girls swooned over this teacher (other than the fact that all the other teachers were married or a little too old or just plain not very attractive). The disciple gazed at her master as he gazed longingly away from the world and reality with a slightly sad look added to his normally calm features.
He then blinked and remembered the present. "What am I doing?" he asked himself, "let's pack up, shall we?" He helped her gather up the mats and pads while telling her, "You're doing very well. You're a little clumsy and loose in your form, but you do know what you are doing."
She thanked him and grabbed her bag to retrieve her school uniform and then yelped when a furry little creature fell out with her clothes.
"Mister Mole?!" she squeaked.
"....Mole?"
"Mr. Long, he's from my backyard, but I don't know how he got into my bag."
She picked him up and scolded him for doing something so dangerous. Her teacher looked at the mole curiously.
"He looks friendly. Do you mind if I see him a little?'
He took him in his hands and examined him carefully. Unfortunately, Kenji could not see the look in his eye that spoke "I know you."
His hard glare startled the girl and she tried to change the subject by adding that he liked to have his tummy scratched. "Really," was Long Shin's reply as he felt around Mister Mole's furry neck with one finger for something.
"Does he like being scratched... here?"
He gave a quick jab to the spot he found with his index finger. Kenji squeaked in surprise. An almost silent whisper was given in response: "It seems I won't have to wring your little neck. If my guess about you is wrong, however..."
He pressed his thumb menacingly against his windpipe.
"Don't mess with me. I'm not going back."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alice and Uriko's mother, who went by the name Mitsuko, was a rather large woman compared to her daughters. She was often thought of as something as a babysitter for the longest time. She came back home to a reheated supper, talking about their shares in Tylon.
"But Mom! I was going to volunteer at the hospital this weekend!"
"I'm sorry, Alice, but something's come up. You're going to have to come with me this weekend. I'll get a chance to show you the office..."
Alice slammed herself into her seat and faced away from her mother. "Sure, just let my ambitions go to waste."
Mother put down her fork sadly and asked for Uriko. Was she upset about not going to the strawberry farm tomorrow?
"No" Alice snorted, "She's been locked up in her room with her stupid little rodent friend."
"You were serious about the mole?" She decided to check on her normally cheerful daughter while Alice mumbled, "I told her it was rabid, but did she listen? Nobody listens to me..."
"Uriko, what's this about a-"
When Mitsuko opened the door, she saw a dark room with her daughter huddled up on her bed, cradling something in her arms, sobbing. Uriko turned to her with tears in her eyes and down her face.
"My mole... I think he's dying."
