D E V I L
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Gaspard (*sigh*) but I do own original characters and this story.
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and. umm. anything else that might turn up?
I'd like to thank the one *ahem* ONE person who reviewed last time. She is officially awesome.
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The two ran until they reached a small forest. Gaspard gasped for breath, but the man continued to run into the forest, twisting and turning through the paths, until, without warning, the man through Gaspard to the ground.
"What the hell were you thinking, kid?" He yelled a second after Gaspard had hit the ground.
Gaspard wanted to answer, but he didn't know what he could say. Everything still felt sore and hot, like he was boiling from the inside. He didn't know who this man was and what he was going to do to him and, out of fear, frustration and pain, he began crying again.
The man's expression softened from anger to a slight annoyance. "Knock that crying off right now or I'm giving you back to the villages and I guarantee you that's not going to be pretty."
Gaspard tried to push back his tears, but still was a sniffing mess. "But it hurts so much!" He got out before sniffing yet again.
The man sighed and rolled his head back. He was strong, tall, and had long dark green hair he braided back, and looked like he was in his late 20s.
"All right, look; crying isn't going to help."
"But-"
"It hurts, I know." He pulled out some cheese from his pocket. "Here. This will help. My name is Geid."
"Why are you helping me?" Gaspard asked taking the cheese.
"Because I used to have a friend who was a changeling, just like you." he sighed, "You remind me a lot of him." He looked up and put a hand on the boy's head. "He went through something similar from what you're going through, so if you want I'll help you."
Gaspard smiled, "I would like that very much!"
The guy twitched looking at the sickingly-sweet face, "He sounds like a girl..." He muttered to himself, "I'm really not cut out for this crap." Geid looked back at Gaspard who was still sweetly smiling, "you like girls, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What's your name?"
"Gaspard."
"How old are you?"
"12"
"What was the name of the last girl you liked?"
He started blushing profusely, "Ew."
He sighed, "Ok... What am I getting my self into?"
Gaspard felt his stomach twist in a knot of guilt. "I'm sorry to cause so much trouble. You don't have to help me if it's going to be a trouble for you. I really didn't mean to do any of what happened back there, but-"
"Yeah, about that. I just want you to know, if there were any people in those houses I would kill you right now. but since they were all out looking to kill you, I think we'll let it slide." He paused, "and I saw the jerks that were picking on you."
"That was you?"
"Yeah. When you stole that bread I noticed your forehead and my damn curiosity got the better of me."
Gaspard looked ashamed and tried to hide the markings.
"Quit that. How are those wounds of yours feeling?"
"Better."
"Good." He said standing up. "Let's start then."
"Start what?"
"Your training, dim bulb." He picked up the sword Gaspard had carried with him and handed it to him. "Hit that tree over there."
"Ok." Gaspard picked up the sword and hit the tree.
"That wasn't bad. You're a strong kid," he walked over and shifted Gaspard's shoulders, "but this time, try not standing so parallel with the target."
"Parallel?"
"A great word, use it often. It means directly in front of something or equal distance or...umm" He held up his hands. "See how my hands are equally apart?"
"Yeah."
"That's parallel. Now quit stalling and go."
. They continued to work at his swinging at the tree until both had completely forgotten what had happened an hour or so before.
"Not bad, kid, not bad."
Gaspard beamed.
"Now we've got to do something about that head of yours."
"My head?"
"Yeah. Your forehead. Ears too." He looked at Gaspard's expression, "Hey! Don't take it the wrong way, but wouldn't you like to sleep in a hotel?"
"Yeah, but how?"
"Well, with the exception of the ears and forehead, your pretty normal." He shrugged, "I'll pass you off as my son no problem, once we figure out what to do with those two effects of yours." He titled his head. "How about a scarf?"
"That's for girls!"
Geid laughed, "There's my kid! Great point, keep thinking like that, ok?! Hmm. Hat?"
"Maybe. "
"We'll find you a cool hat. then again a good hair cut could work too. Bangs over that marking of yours and just keep your hair in front of your ears." he fell back on the grass, "but none of these are very stylish, no one will believe you're my kid."
Gaspard followed suit and feel on the grass in the same fashion. They both sighed together and soon, being so tired, Gaspard feel asleep in the cool forest.
.
A rather loud "I'VE GOT IT!" awoke Gaspard.
"Got what?" He asked rubbing his eye.
"A cape - no a cloak!" Geid was moving around quickly, "It works perfectly! We'll both wear cloaks with hoods and no one will think anything of it, once I take off mine. You just keep yours on the whole time."
"What if someone asks me to take it off?"
"You flash them with those eyes of yours and I'll tell them that you're shy and that you always keep it on. They'll think your sweet as can be and you get to keep your hood on."
"Do you really think it'll work?"
"Of course it will! We'll be street performers too! We'll call ourselves gypsies... no. travelers. hmm. mystic travelers. fancy eh?" He smirked, "Oh, the ladies will love us."
"Where are we going to get the cloaks?"
"Buy them, steal them, who cares?"
Gaspard stared at him.
"What?"
"I just. I . "
Geid patted him, beaming, "No need to thank me. Come on, I'm starving. The sooner we get to the next city, the sooner we can eat! I know one just a little ways off with the cutest waitresses."
Gaspard didn't say anything and just followed.
.
It was only half an hour or so until they reached the city.
Before entering the limits they passed a man sleeping under a tree and Geid picked the hat right of his head. "I believe you need it more then he does," he said firmly putting it on Gaspard. It was a huge hat with a huge feather and it did an excellent job of covering his forehead. "No one is going to notice anyway."
The way that Geid walked through the city it was no surprise no one noticed Gaspard. Geid practically demanded attention, looking self confident, as though he was some sort of traveling king. He winked at every woman that he could lock a glance with and they all giggled or blushed or swooned, or often all three. The men seemed restless about Geid's . attitude, but they all were much too intimidated to do anything.
He turned into a store instinctively and Gaspard followed as quickly as he could. Geid turned around and wrapped a dark violet cloak around him, quickly pulled off the hat and threw the hood over him, before anyone got a good look.
"There! Perfect!" He pushed Gaspard to a mirror, "What do you think?"
Gaspard took a good look. No one could see his ears or his markings. He looked normal. Absolutely and perfectly normal.
"I. I love it." He was still in shock of his own refection.
Geid smiled patted his shoulders and tried a dark green one on. He posed in front of the mirror a few times before turning to the clerk and saying, "We'll take these, they're prefect." And throwing some coins into his hand and walking out.
"That was fast enough for you?"
Gaspard's stomach growled.
Geid laughed, "My thoughts exactly. Let's go." He grabbed his arm and pulled him to a tavern near by.
"What can I get cha' all?" Asked a girl with short brown hair and pretty eyes.
"Hi!" Gaspard said cheerfully.
"A table and your name, lovely?" He said with a bow.
The girl blushed and giggled excessively. "Well, aren't you both just too sweet?!" She took the two of them to a table and gave them both glasses of water. "I'm Lilly and I'll be right back, kay?" She winked at him and he smiled.
"See? No problems." He said sitting back in the chair.
"Thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it, kid. I was about up for a good deed anyway." He looked over to at the waitress who was now talking and giggling with four other waitresses. One of them was a lot younger then the others and was only about 10. She smiled at Gaspard who blushed and turned away, trying to hide it under his cloak.
Geid smiled. "I think things are going to turn out fine."
~*~
Don't cha love irony?
Review if you read. It would be much appreciated. ^_^ many thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gaspard (*sigh*) but I do own original characters and this story.
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and. umm. anything else that might turn up?
I'd like to thank the one *ahem* ONE person who reviewed last time. She is officially awesome.
~*~
The two ran until they reached a small forest. Gaspard gasped for breath, but the man continued to run into the forest, twisting and turning through the paths, until, without warning, the man through Gaspard to the ground.
"What the hell were you thinking, kid?" He yelled a second after Gaspard had hit the ground.
Gaspard wanted to answer, but he didn't know what he could say. Everything still felt sore and hot, like he was boiling from the inside. He didn't know who this man was and what he was going to do to him and, out of fear, frustration and pain, he began crying again.
The man's expression softened from anger to a slight annoyance. "Knock that crying off right now or I'm giving you back to the villages and I guarantee you that's not going to be pretty."
Gaspard tried to push back his tears, but still was a sniffing mess. "But it hurts so much!" He got out before sniffing yet again.
The man sighed and rolled his head back. He was strong, tall, and had long dark green hair he braided back, and looked like he was in his late 20s.
"All right, look; crying isn't going to help."
"But-"
"It hurts, I know." He pulled out some cheese from his pocket. "Here. This will help. My name is Geid."
"Why are you helping me?" Gaspard asked taking the cheese.
"Because I used to have a friend who was a changeling, just like you." he sighed, "You remind me a lot of him." He looked up and put a hand on the boy's head. "He went through something similar from what you're going through, so if you want I'll help you."
Gaspard smiled, "I would like that very much!"
The guy twitched looking at the sickingly-sweet face, "He sounds like a girl..." He muttered to himself, "I'm really not cut out for this crap." Geid looked back at Gaspard who was still sweetly smiling, "you like girls, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What's your name?"
"Gaspard."
"How old are you?"
"12"
"What was the name of the last girl you liked?"
He started blushing profusely, "Ew."
He sighed, "Ok... What am I getting my self into?"
Gaspard felt his stomach twist in a knot of guilt. "I'm sorry to cause so much trouble. You don't have to help me if it's going to be a trouble for you. I really didn't mean to do any of what happened back there, but-"
"Yeah, about that. I just want you to know, if there were any people in those houses I would kill you right now. but since they were all out looking to kill you, I think we'll let it slide." He paused, "and I saw the jerks that were picking on you."
"That was you?"
"Yeah. When you stole that bread I noticed your forehead and my damn curiosity got the better of me."
Gaspard looked ashamed and tried to hide the markings.
"Quit that. How are those wounds of yours feeling?"
"Better."
"Good." He said standing up. "Let's start then."
"Start what?"
"Your training, dim bulb." He picked up the sword Gaspard had carried with him and handed it to him. "Hit that tree over there."
"Ok." Gaspard picked up the sword and hit the tree.
"That wasn't bad. You're a strong kid," he walked over and shifted Gaspard's shoulders, "but this time, try not standing so parallel with the target."
"Parallel?"
"A great word, use it often. It means directly in front of something or equal distance or...umm" He held up his hands. "See how my hands are equally apart?"
"Yeah."
"That's parallel. Now quit stalling and go."
. They continued to work at his swinging at the tree until both had completely forgotten what had happened an hour or so before.
"Not bad, kid, not bad."
Gaspard beamed.
"Now we've got to do something about that head of yours."
"My head?"
"Yeah. Your forehead. Ears too." He looked at Gaspard's expression, "Hey! Don't take it the wrong way, but wouldn't you like to sleep in a hotel?"
"Yeah, but how?"
"Well, with the exception of the ears and forehead, your pretty normal." He shrugged, "I'll pass you off as my son no problem, once we figure out what to do with those two effects of yours." He titled his head. "How about a scarf?"
"That's for girls!"
Geid laughed, "There's my kid! Great point, keep thinking like that, ok?! Hmm. Hat?"
"Maybe. "
"We'll find you a cool hat. then again a good hair cut could work too. Bangs over that marking of yours and just keep your hair in front of your ears." he fell back on the grass, "but none of these are very stylish, no one will believe you're my kid."
Gaspard followed suit and feel on the grass in the same fashion. They both sighed together and soon, being so tired, Gaspard feel asleep in the cool forest.
.
A rather loud "I'VE GOT IT!" awoke Gaspard.
"Got what?" He asked rubbing his eye.
"A cape - no a cloak!" Geid was moving around quickly, "It works perfectly! We'll both wear cloaks with hoods and no one will think anything of it, once I take off mine. You just keep yours on the whole time."
"What if someone asks me to take it off?"
"You flash them with those eyes of yours and I'll tell them that you're shy and that you always keep it on. They'll think your sweet as can be and you get to keep your hood on."
"Do you really think it'll work?"
"Of course it will! We'll be street performers too! We'll call ourselves gypsies... no. travelers. hmm. mystic travelers. fancy eh?" He smirked, "Oh, the ladies will love us."
"Where are we going to get the cloaks?"
"Buy them, steal them, who cares?"
Gaspard stared at him.
"What?"
"I just. I . "
Geid patted him, beaming, "No need to thank me. Come on, I'm starving. The sooner we get to the next city, the sooner we can eat! I know one just a little ways off with the cutest waitresses."
Gaspard didn't say anything and just followed.
.
It was only half an hour or so until they reached the city.
Before entering the limits they passed a man sleeping under a tree and Geid picked the hat right of his head. "I believe you need it more then he does," he said firmly putting it on Gaspard. It was a huge hat with a huge feather and it did an excellent job of covering his forehead. "No one is going to notice anyway."
The way that Geid walked through the city it was no surprise no one noticed Gaspard. Geid practically demanded attention, looking self confident, as though he was some sort of traveling king. He winked at every woman that he could lock a glance with and they all giggled or blushed or swooned, or often all three. The men seemed restless about Geid's . attitude, but they all were much too intimidated to do anything.
He turned into a store instinctively and Gaspard followed as quickly as he could. Geid turned around and wrapped a dark violet cloak around him, quickly pulled off the hat and threw the hood over him, before anyone got a good look.
"There! Perfect!" He pushed Gaspard to a mirror, "What do you think?"
Gaspard took a good look. No one could see his ears or his markings. He looked normal. Absolutely and perfectly normal.
"I. I love it." He was still in shock of his own refection.
Geid smiled patted his shoulders and tried a dark green one on. He posed in front of the mirror a few times before turning to the clerk and saying, "We'll take these, they're prefect." And throwing some coins into his hand and walking out.
"That was fast enough for you?"
Gaspard's stomach growled.
Geid laughed, "My thoughts exactly. Let's go." He grabbed his arm and pulled him to a tavern near by.
"What can I get cha' all?" Asked a girl with short brown hair and pretty eyes.
"Hi!" Gaspard said cheerfully.
"A table and your name, lovely?" He said with a bow.
The girl blushed and giggled excessively. "Well, aren't you both just too sweet?!" She took the two of them to a table and gave them both glasses of water. "I'm Lilly and I'll be right back, kay?" She winked at him and he smiled.
"See? No problems." He said sitting back in the chair.
"Thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it, kid. I was about up for a good deed anyway." He looked over to at the waitress who was now talking and giggling with four other waitresses. One of them was a lot younger then the others and was only about 10. She smiled at Gaspard who blushed and turned away, trying to hide it under his cloak.
Geid smiled. "I think things are going to turn out fine."
~*~
Don't cha love irony?
Review if you read. It would be much appreciated. ^_^ many thanks!
