Wind Blown Storms
Chapter One: Stormset Eyes
Every man and woman alive in every world of every universe will face at least one problem that they can't solve. For characters in anime and manga, where millions of lives can depend on one person's special abilities, there just might be a problem with this.
Disclaimer: Look, if I owned any of the characters in this story (except for Ari Stormset- MINE! Well, I guess I could share .okay, okay, so no one's asked me yet, but I'll get there!) I'd be living in the lap of luxury in a beautiful apartment with a brand new laptop instead of sitting at a computer that's so old I have to put in extra memory to run anything besides Windows. Sigh.
Allison: Oh, by the way- I'm a bit of a neat-freak when it comes to writing, so I've written it in proper format. See, the "" mean someone's talking, and '' means someone's thinking. Also, when putting a paragraph into correct format, I .
Kenshin: Would you please be quiet? I'd like to hear the story, that I would. Yusuke: Yeah, shut up already!
Allison: Oh fine. pouts Be that way. But don't blame me when you can't read your other fan fics because no one knows how to type it properly.
Goku: Shh, shh! It's about to start!
Allison: (Small note to the readers: I know this is not where Kenshin is, but I needed to give a little background information on Ari first, so bear with me hee, okay? He's coming.) ____________________________________________________________________________ __________
-A small child sat, crying and alone, in the middle of the last remaining forest on Earth. The child did not know what year it was, any more than she knew where she was. She didn't know that she was in a forest, even, only that it was green, and somehow comforting. Her blue-grey eyes looked up, bright from crying. She looked up at the dark sky, wondering if there were actually stars beyond the curtain of smog, as some said there were. Then she looked down again, at her left arm, and at the deep cut in it. For a moment she seemed to mull over it, thinking about whether it had really been that wise to do that. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of red for just a moment, flashing rebellion, and then she sighed, lonely again. She leaned up against a tree as her master had taught her, so that she could keep from being caught from behind. She, at the age of ten, was the single most wanted person on her planet.-
It was a quiet day. Hot (as always) and dry (as always) as Vash the Stampede ducked behind a rock. He was completely outmatched-somehow, this man had found a way to take the power a plant can produce and corrupt it for his own use. Vash desperately tried to bring it back to good, but it wasn't listening. He had tried everything, including his last resort, the Big Gun (Gimme a break, they never named it in the series!), to destroy this evil man who had taken the purity of the being within the plant. The rock was summarily blasted; and Vash realized, with a slight amount of panic, that that had been the last one, as well as the last bit of cover he had. He stood, rooted to the ground, as the man leveled his gun at Vash and smiled. Vash the Stampede was about to die. Out of nowhere a person appeared. (Man? Woman? Vash couldn't tell- he/she was moving very quickly.) As if in slow motion, Vash watched the man who had been so lightning quick turn, slowly, so slowly! The mystery person pulled their arm back, still in the air in front of the man. They drew their elbow back, and then, with a speed Vash couldn't even register, took him out in one blow with a forearm strike to the shoulder. Time regained its pace, and the person dropped lithely to the ground, as Vash watched the man who had been about to kill him fall at his feet. Vash looked at the mysterious figure, unsure of what had just happened but sure that the person standing there had done it. "Who are you?" asked Vash cautiously. When you have 60 million double- dollars on your head, you can never be sure whether someone saved you, or saved 60 million. And this was a person to be reckoned with. "Why did you save me?" The figure drew back her hood, revealing a young woman with brown-blonde hair that was just long enough to be tied into a small ponytail at the nape of her neck, and blue-grey eyes that were currently the color of an approaching storm at sea. She had a piercing focus that seemed to be able to cover everything at once. "My name is Ari Stormset," she said in a calm voice. Vash was startled for a moment by the depth of it. It spoke of complete and total impartiality. "And I saved you because it is my job." Vash could only stare.
Allison: So what'd ya think? I would appreciate it very much if you reviewed, that I would. (oops. Sorry, I just finished watching Rurouni Kenshin.) Anyway, I have lots of great ideas, but I need to know how to best write them to do them complete justice. Please tell me if I have typos or anything is wrong or if anyone knows the name of those things inside the giant light bulbs on Trigun.
Kenshin: Uhm, sorry folks, I edited out the rest of her rambling. She'll go on for pages if I don't. Yusuke: Seriously, man, she can type for what seems like hours. Goku: At least you guys know what she's saying. Yusuke: Hey, Kenshin, where the hell'd you learn to edit sound bits, anyway? Kenshin: Um, you readers had best go. Yusuke's got a mouth on him, that he does. Yusuke: Damn straight I do! Now answer me already! Kenshin: Run! It's already beginning! Goku (watching from the sidelines): Boy, oh boy, I get to fight next!
Allison: Ha! They thought they could get rid of me, did they? Alright, readers, I want at least FIVE reviews before I put the next chappie up. Got to love hostage situations! So get reviewin' ! I mean, come on, the button's right there, just click and type a little! Please! Don't make me BEG!
Yusuke: God, no.your dignity is hard to watch, without being torn to shreds online. That would make you completely without pride. Allison: Shut up.
Every man and woman alive in every world of every universe will face at least one problem that they can't solve. For characters in anime and manga, where millions of lives can depend on one person's special abilities, there just might be a problem with this.
Disclaimer: Look, if I owned any of the characters in this story (except for Ari Stormset- MINE! Well, I guess I could share .okay, okay, so no one's asked me yet, but I'll get there!) I'd be living in the lap of luxury in a beautiful apartment with a brand new laptop instead of sitting at a computer that's so old I have to put in extra memory to run anything besides Windows. Sigh.
Allison: Oh, by the way- I'm a bit of a neat-freak when it comes to writing, so I've written it in proper format. See, the "" mean someone's talking, and '' means someone's thinking. Also, when putting a paragraph into correct format, I .
Kenshin: Would you please be quiet? I'd like to hear the story, that I would. Yusuke: Yeah, shut up already!
Allison: Oh fine. pouts Be that way. But don't blame me when you can't read your other fan fics because no one knows how to type it properly.
Goku: Shh, shh! It's about to start!
Allison: (Small note to the readers: I know this is not where Kenshin is, but I needed to give a little background information on Ari first, so bear with me hee, okay? He's coming.) ____________________________________________________________________________ __________
-A small child sat, crying and alone, in the middle of the last remaining forest on Earth. The child did not know what year it was, any more than she knew where she was. She didn't know that she was in a forest, even, only that it was green, and somehow comforting. Her blue-grey eyes looked up, bright from crying. She looked up at the dark sky, wondering if there were actually stars beyond the curtain of smog, as some said there were. Then she looked down again, at her left arm, and at the deep cut in it. For a moment she seemed to mull over it, thinking about whether it had really been that wise to do that. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of red for just a moment, flashing rebellion, and then she sighed, lonely again. She leaned up against a tree as her master had taught her, so that she could keep from being caught from behind. She, at the age of ten, was the single most wanted person on her planet.-
It was a quiet day. Hot (as always) and dry (as always) as Vash the Stampede ducked behind a rock. He was completely outmatched-somehow, this man had found a way to take the power a plant can produce and corrupt it for his own use. Vash desperately tried to bring it back to good, but it wasn't listening. He had tried everything, including his last resort, the Big Gun (Gimme a break, they never named it in the series!), to destroy this evil man who had taken the purity of the being within the plant. The rock was summarily blasted; and Vash realized, with a slight amount of panic, that that had been the last one, as well as the last bit of cover he had. He stood, rooted to the ground, as the man leveled his gun at Vash and smiled. Vash the Stampede was about to die. Out of nowhere a person appeared. (Man? Woman? Vash couldn't tell- he/she was moving very quickly.) As if in slow motion, Vash watched the man who had been so lightning quick turn, slowly, so slowly! The mystery person pulled their arm back, still in the air in front of the man. They drew their elbow back, and then, with a speed Vash couldn't even register, took him out in one blow with a forearm strike to the shoulder. Time regained its pace, and the person dropped lithely to the ground, as Vash watched the man who had been about to kill him fall at his feet. Vash looked at the mysterious figure, unsure of what had just happened but sure that the person standing there had done it. "Who are you?" asked Vash cautiously. When you have 60 million double- dollars on your head, you can never be sure whether someone saved you, or saved 60 million. And this was a person to be reckoned with. "Why did you save me?" The figure drew back her hood, revealing a young woman with brown-blonde hair that was just long enough to be tied into a small ponytail at the nape of her neck, and blue-grey eyes that were currently the color of an approaching storm at sea. She had a piercing focus that seemed to be able to cover everything at once. "My name is Ari Stormset," she said in a calm voice. Vash was startled for a moment by the depth of it. It spoke of complete and total impartiality. "And I saved you because it is my job." Vash could only stare.
Allison: So what'd ya think? I would appreciate it very much if you reviewed, that I would. (oops. Sorry, I just finished watching Rurouni Kenshin.) Anyway, I have lots of great ideas, but I need to know how to best write them to do them complete justice. Please tell me if I have typos or anything is wrong or if anyone knows the name of those things inside the giant light bulbs on Trigun.
Kenshin: Uhm, sorry folks, I edited out the rest of her rambling. She'll go on for pages if I don't. Yusuke: Seriously, man, she can type for what seems like hours. Goku: At least you guys know what she's saying. Yusuke: Hey, Kenshin, where the hell'd you learn to edit sound bits, anyway? Kenshin: Um, you readers had best go. Yusuke's got a mouth on him, that he does. Yusuke: Damn straight I do! Now answer me already! Kenshin: Run! It's already beginning! Goku (watching from the sidelines): Boy, oh boy, I get to fight next!
Allison: Ha! They thought they could get rid of me, did they? Alright, readers, I want at least FIVE reviews before I put the next chappie up. Got to love hostage situations! So get reviewin' ! I mean, come on, the button's right there, just click and type a little! Please! Don't make me BEG!
Yusuke: God, no.your dignity is hard to watch, without being torn to shreds online. That would make you completely without pride. Allison: Shut up.