Hey everyone! Thank you for your generous reviews, I'm trying to get
this story done by December 1. Anyway, hope ya enjoy and please
review! This is my very first Lita story and I'm very proud of it.
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LOST IN LITA'S FOREST
Chapter 2
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Ken woke up once again a while later. His throbbing headache, which
had miraculously disappeared, had reappeared once more. Luckily, he
could barely feel it so he was still able to think. He swung his feet over
the flat cot and circled his arms around his knees. Where was he and
what happened? Well, actually, he knew the answer to that... vaguely.
He was in a forest; obviously, it was called something like Makoto
Forest. It was in the outskirts of Tokyo, ah yes; all that research came
back to him now. It was a fairly small forest, but said to be very
beautiful. There was a legend that a forest nymph roamed in this forest
and that one day, a man came to cut down the trees. When he was
taking pictures of the forest, he happened to catch sight of the nymph.
Little by little, he fell in love with the forest beauty and persuaded her to
talk to him. He abandoned the project and told his men to go home and
stop wrecking nature. Later that night, one of his men and him got into a
large fight and the man ran off, never to be seen or heard from again.
Ken laughed and shook his head. How could he believe a myth like that?
He sighed; he would kill his boss for making him come to this forest. He
had a wonderful job, wonderful friends, and overall a great life, but then
he had to go do a story on this forest. Ken snorted in disgust. There was
nothing in this forest that could talk... except for the beautiful lady.
Which reminded him, where was she?
He slowly stood up, trying to relieve himself of the head rush that had
taken over. Staggering over to the door that was a mere cloth, he thrust
it to the side and faltered into the main room. He caught his breath
when he saw her. She was sitting at one of the oak tables, bending over
something. When she heard him enter the room, she quickly hid
whatever it was she was working on.
"Hello," his voice sounded strangely raspy to him. He cleared his throat,
"do you speak English?" She made no notion that she understood him so
Ken tried again. "Parlez-vous anglais?" He asked in French. She still
didn't move, but stood staring at him. He was starting to get frustrated.
"Do you say anything?" He shouted, the forest goddess flinched visibly
and he felt slightly guilty.
"Sorry," he muttered. "I think I'm just over stressed." He tried to get her
to say something, asking in various different languages, but getting no
answer.
"Dammit!" He sighed again and sat down across from her on a wooden
stool. "I feel like I'm talking to myself here, for all I know, you could be
deaf!" She made no noise, yet there was amusement in her eyes. He
banged his head on the table, momentarily forgetting that his head was
hurt, and made a face when he brought it up.
"That was stupid," he commented as he scratched his forehead. She
giggled and he looked at her sharply, forgetting his head. "You
understand me!" He exclaimed. She ducked her head.
"Why do you keep letting me make a fool of myself?" She gave him no
answer, instead stood up and walked towards the stove. Reaching to the
side of it, she grabbed two spears. Walking back over to the table, she
handed him one and headed towards the door.
"Wait!" He called out, "I'm not very good at fishing." She turned around
and beckoned to him with her head. He groaned and followed her out
the door.
They arrived at a stream that he thought was near the edge of the small
forest. She walked up to a clearing near the stream and she placed down
all the supplies she had brought with her. Ken did likewise and leaned
against a huge boulder as he watched her prepare. She slung a net over
her shoulder so that the bag was in front of her, picking up the spear,
she treaded to the edge of the stream and knelt down. She sat like that
for a while and Ken began to get impatient, just as he opened his mouth
and started to say something, as quick as lightning she jumped into the
water and stabbed something. She slid it off her spear and placing it in
the net as she stepped back onto shore.
Ken stared at her wide-eyed, shocked at what just happened. She was
amazing, that was the fastest he'd seen anyone catch a fish. Hell, that
was the only time he saw someone catch a fish like that. Wanting to try
it for himself, he shyly picked up his spear and walked over towards her,
still dazed. She didn't look at him, instead, she motioned for him to
crouch down like her and watch the water below. A couple seconds later,
he saw a fish swimming near them. She gestured for him to be quiet and
briskly stabbed her spear into the water. When she brought it out, a fish
was squirming on the other end. Ken stared at her in wonder and she
smiled slightly. Slowly, she stuck her spear in the water. Realizing that
she wanted him to copy her, he did so.
The next couple minutes, he practiced spearing while she corrected him.
Kneeling behind him, she slid her smooth hand over his and practiced
the motion with him. He arm was slightly wet and Ken could feel his
heart beating faster. He ordered himself to calm down and focus on
what she was doing, but it wasn't possible. He couldn't concentrate with
her so close to him. He could feel her body pressing up against him and
could only imagine what she was like in bed. 'Stop it!' he demanded of
his mind more forcefully. This time, he made himself focus on her
teaching him. He gave a small sigh, it was going to be a long day he
could tell. Noticed that she was looking at him weirdly, he gave a lop-
sided grin her way. He wasn't sure but he thought he saw a blush creep
up her cheeks.
The rest of the morning they spent catching fish and taking sneak peeks
at each other. When they finally caught enough fish, they walked back to
the cabin. When the arrived, his companion headed into the kitchen with
the fish and Ken head back to his cot to write. He saw his laptop and
briefcase lying against a wall and assumed that she found it. He was
lucky that he thought of taking paper with him, because he doubted that
the batteries in his laptop would last.
Opening up the briefcase, he took out several sheets of paper and
writing utensils. As he carefully wrote the title of his article, he heard
some humming in the background, coming from the kitchen. Setting
down his things, he silently tiptoed to the door frame and peeped. His
nymph was humming as she skinned the fish and dropped them into the
hot pot full of boiling water. He strained his ears so he could make out
what she was humming. It was 'Blue Moon,' and a realization dawned
upon him. Blue Moon was an English song! Which probably meant she
knew English! Without pausing to think, he irrationally stormed into the
room and burst out, "you do know English!"
Surprised, she whirled around, and in doing so, she knocked the pot to
the ground, it's contents spilling out. In a rush to pick them up before
the fish could get to dirty, she didn't notice that her sleeve had caught
fire. When she kneeled down on the ground, the wooden floor started to
flame, and before Ken knew it, she was shrieking and the kitchen was on
fire! What was he going to do?
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Hahahaha... cliffhanger, sorta. Sorry it's so short. Don't worry, another chapter will be out soon. In the meantime please review! It means so much to me! And you
could check out my other stories.
this story done by December 1. Anyway, hope ya enjoy and please
review! This is my very first Lita story and I'm very proud of it.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
LOST IN LITA'S FOREST
Chapter 2
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Ken woke up once again a while later. His throbbing headache, which
had miraculously disappeared, had reappeared once more. Luckily, he
could barely feel it so he was still able to think. He swung his feet over
the flat cot and circled his arms around his knees. Where was he and
what happened? Well, actually, he knew the answer to that... vaguely.
He was in a forest; obviously, it was called something like Makoto
Forest. It was in the outskirts of Tokyo, ah yes; all that research came
back to him now. It was a fairly small forest, but said to be very
beautiful. There was a legend that a forest nymph roamed in this forest
and that one day, a man came to cut down the trees. When he was
taking pictures of the forest, he happened to catch sight of the nymph.
Little by little, he fell in love with the forest beauty and persuaded her to
talk to him. He abandoned the project and told his men to go home and
stop wrecking nature. Later that night, one of his men and him got into a
large fight and the man ran off, never to be seen or heard from again.
Ken laughed and shook his head. How could he believe a myth like that?
He sighed; he would kill his boss for making him come to this forest. He
had a wonderful job, wonderful friends, and overall a great life, but then
he had to go do a story on this forest. Ken snorted in disgust. There was
nothing in this forest that could talk... except for the beautiful lady.
Which reminded him, where was she?
He slowly stood up, trying to relieve himself of the head rush that had
taken over. Staggering over to the door that was a mere cloth, he thrust
it to the side and faltered into the main room. He caught his breath
when he saw her. She was sitting at one of the oak tables, bending over
something. When she heard him enter the room, she quickly hid
whatever it was she was working on.
"Hello," his voice sounded strangely raspy to him. He cleared his throat,
"do you speak English?" She made no notion that she understood him so
Ken tried again. "Parlez-vous anglais?" He asked in French. She still
didn't move, but stood staring at him. He was starting to get frustrated.
"Do you say anything?" He shouted, the forest goddess flinched visibly
and he felt slightly guilty.
"Sorry," he muttered. "I think I'm just over stressed." He tried to get her
to say something, asking in various different languages, but getting no
answer.
"Dammit!" He sighed again and sat down across from her on a wooden
stool. "I feel like I'm talking to myself here, for all I know, you could be
deaf!" She made no noise, yet there was amusement in her eyes. He
banged his head on the table, momentarily forgetting that his head was
hurt, and made a face when he brought it up.
"That was stupid," he commented as he scratched his forehead. She
giggled and he looked at her sharply, forgetting his head. "You
understand me!" He exclaimed. She ducked her head.
"Why do you keep letting me make a fool of myself?" She gave him no
answer, instead stood up and walked towards the stove. Reaching to the
side of it, she grabbed two spears. Walking back over to the table, she
handed him one and headed towards the door.
"Wait!" He called out, "I'm not very good at fishing." She turned around
and beckoned to him with her head. He groaned and followed her out
the door.
They arrived at a stream that he thought was near the edge of the small
forest. She walked up to a clearing near the stream and she placed down
all the supplies she had brought with her. Ken did likewise and leaned
against a huge boulder as he watched her prepare. She slung a net over
her shoulder so that the bag was in front of her, picking up the spear,
she treaded to the edge of the stream and knelt down. She sat like that
for a while and Ken began to get impatient, just as he opened his mouth
and started to say something, as quick as lightning she jumped into the
water and stabbed something. She slid it off her spear and placing it in
the net as she stepped back onto shore.
Ken stared at her wide-eyed, shocked at what just happened. She was
amazing, that was the fastest he'd seen anyone catch a fish. Hell, that
was the only time he saw someone catch a fish like that. Wanting to try
it for himself, he shyly picked up his spear and walked over towards her,
still dazed. She didn't look at him, instead, she motioned for him to
crouch down like her and watch the water below. A couple seconds later,
he saw a fish swimming near them. She gestured for him to be quiet and
briskly stabbed her spear into the water. When she brought it out, a fish
was squirming on the other end. Ken stared at her in wonder and she
smiled slightly. Slowly, she stuck her spear in the water. Realizing that
she wanted him to copy her, he did so.
The next couple minutes, he practiced spearing while she corrected him.
Kneeling behind him, she slid her smooth hand over his and practiced
the motion with him. He arm was slightly wet and Ken could feel his
heart beating faster. He ordered himself to calm down and focus on
what she was doing, but it wasn't possible. He couldn't concentrate with
her so close to him. He could feel her body pressing up against him and
could only imagine what she was like in bed. 'Stop it!' he demanded of
his mind more forcefully. This time, he made himself focus on her
teaching him. He gave a small sigh, it was going to be a long day he
could tell. Noticed that she was looking at him weirdly, he gave a lop-
sided grin her way. He wasn't sure but he thought he saw a blush creep
up her cheeks.
The rest of the morning they spent catching fish and taking sneak peeks
at each other. When they finally caught enough fish, they walked back to
the cabin. When the arrived, his companion headed into the kitchen with
the fish and Ken head back to his cot to write. He saw his laptop and
briefcase lying against a wall and assumed that she found it. He was
lucky that he thought of taking paper with him, because he doubted that
the batteries in his laptop would last.
Opening up the briefcase, he took out several sheets of paper and
writing utensils. As he carefully wrote the title of his article, he heard
some humming in the background, coming from the kitchen. Setting
down his things, he silently tiptoed to the door frame and peeped. His
nymph was humming as she skinned the fish and dropped them into the
hot pot full of boiling water. He strained his ears so he could make out
what she was humming. It was 'Blue Moon,' and a realization dawned
upon him. Blue Moon was an English song! Which probably meant she
knew English! Without pausing to think, he irrationally stormed into the
room and burst out, "you do know English!"
Surprised, she whirled around, and in doing so, she knocked the pot to
the ground, it's contents spilling out. In a rush to pick them up before
the fish could get to dirty, she didn't notice that her sleeve had caught
fire. When she kneeled down on the ground, the wooden floor started to
flame, and before Ken knew it, she was shrieking and the kitchen was on
fire! What was he going to do?
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Hahahaha... cliffhanger, sorta. Sorry it's so short. Don't worry, another chapter will be out soon. In the meantime please review! It means so much to me! And you
could check out my other stories.