Disclaimer: My sister is insane. Yes, that's wonderful sister. Goodbye now,
sister. ^_^0 I don't own my friends or the Bloody Roar cast.
Dedication: All my friends and family; even if you didn't help me. Class of '08, we made it!
Yes, I'm new to Fanfiction.net. This isn't the best though.a story about sudden 'death', Shenlong isn't new to the fact that he's been cloned, but he sure is when it comes to being a dead person. Before it's too late to live for a second time, he must conclude unfinished issues and get acquainted with the rules of the dead! I hope everyone likes this, even if it doesn't make sense. Long/Shina, Yugo/Alice, Shen/??? (later)
[] = ghost talk; Italics = thoughts
Bloody Roar 3: Ghost Talk
Hmph.
He had nowhere to go. Not a place to stay in America. Nothing but the clothes on his back. The streets were his home now. All day and night, he'd slip through countless neighborhoods, unnoticed, unless he was caught shoplifting or something of the sort.
Where's a good store when you need one? Damn it, I'm hungry. Nothin' here.
Unsightly, broken homes hidden behind soaring grasses lay across each side of the polluted streets. The man walked to one side, drawing his finger across closed dirty window stores. Walking for a week straight made him quiet and observant, rather than his usual self, which was always 'party all night, kill all evening, and sleep all day'.
The man followed stars every night. The bright, beautiful ones he liked best were southward, toward Texas. That was a new place to be. Maybe he'd arrive there someday, if he didn't die first from starvation.
I guess someone has it in for me...ah well. Hated my life anyway.
Running a gloved hand through his black hair, he sighed and closed his eyes, preparing to sleep. He still sensed the two jackals on the sidewalk behind him. Suddenly a pain hit his stomach. Shen glanced back to look at the jackals. He brushed a spot of the road clean and sat down, head in hand.
Ugh, I need some food! Shoulda stole some bread rather than that buy that damn bottle of wine from those jackals...
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[-and that's all I remember,] the man muttered, still holding his hand. [So what the hell is this place anyway?]
[Well, you don't know?] said a light, slightly rough voice that belonged to a female. As he looked around the room, she murmured, [You got killed quicker than I thought.]
[What did you say?] he asked, glancing at her confusedly. He scratched the back of his head.
[Nothing. Shenlong, listen. I'm Tsujae ni Emit. Not the Dismal Cutter, but a pal of his. A green tree-frog snake,] she replied, standing from her spot on the two-seat couch they sat on. [We gotta get you checked in to the Zoarthrope Academy, 'kay? Follow me.] She began to walk towards the glass door, expecting him to get up and follow.
Shenlong, seated comfortably with an arm behind the back of the sofa, didn't budge. He merely stared at her, a blank face of settled bewilderment written across his features. It seemed that, wherever he was, it wasn't unusual to show his feelings. And right now, he wasn't gonna move until he figured out, or was told, what was going on. He sure wasn't in hell, but it wasn't literally heaven, either. He knew was that he was dead, but that was it.
[Where am I?] he calmly asked again. [I know I'm dead, but I'd like to know why I'm not in hell yet. And why I'm feeling so nice and...pleasant...and I enjoy it...]
Tsujae rubbed her eyebrows, growing just a little bothered. She murmured, [You are a...oh, how could I put it...an alive dead person.]
Shenlong raised an eyebrow. [Will you answer my questions, before I start using my manners?]
[In other words, you're--]
[--a Jajyo Aje. A subsisting ghost. My body's dead by accident, but not me. Am I right?] Shenlong didn't really know. He'd just heard about it when got locked up in a closet with some stupid woman who wanted to mess around with him a few years ago. He didn't want anything to do with females thereafter, but still didn't date males.
Shenlong was broken from his train of thoughts by the sound of a rattle shaking.
Tsujae looked off in another direction. Coming out from behind her was a long snaking tail that he hadn't noticed before, shaking wildly at its ends. [My bad,] she hummed, standing on tiptoe. Obviously, she proud of her race and what was given to her, which included her green-hair and pointy yet lop-sided ears. [But anyway, you're correct in being a Jajyo. Your feelings are free here, which is the majority of your soul.]
[My soul? I don't have one.]
[Yep. And you're not anywhere you know.] the girl snorted. [Poor lost puppy.]
Shenlong muttered, [Deep, deep down, in whatever replaces a soul, I'm as cruel, uncaring, and despicable as a puppy...figures.]
[¿Es usted medicamento, el psico, o qué?{1}]
[Sí, soy un psico, y, puede agrego, puedo hablar el español también.{2}] the clone replied.
[Look. Never mind that.] Shenlong got to his feet, and brushed a stray black hair from his forehead. [Well, can we get going please? I'm ready to eat something...]
[All right then, I'll take you to breakfast in the real world.] Tsujae left the blank room, and was visible behind a glass door, waiting.
He stared at Tsujae through the door for a few moments. At least he knew he'd eat when he was actually dead.
[But a reptile?] he thought to himself.
[Nah...don't know if she's poisonous...]
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, if you're reading this, then you haven't left of boredom, death, horrid visions, splitting a gut, and other things that would make you click the back button. The next chapter might be up in a few days. And here are the translations for those two Spanish sentences (I don't know why, but it seems that what it actually means is a lot unusual than it was supposed to be):
(Parenthesizes are what it actually meant in English) -_-0
{1.} Tsujae: ¿Usted está loco, el psico, o qué? (You are lunatic, the psico, or what?) What I meant: Are you crazy, psycho, or what?
{2.} Shenlong: Sí, soy un psico, y, puede agrego, puedo hablar el español también. (Yes, I am a psico, and, is able I add, I can speak the Spaniard also.) What I meant: Yes, I am a psycho, and, may I add, I can speak Spanish also.
I am so ashamed.I do English much better, don't I? But don't flame me for that. Just tell me if you don't want me doing the Spanish anymore in a review. It only takes one person for me to quit, 'kay? Please leave a review telling me how this story was! I'll tell you, I'm not as good a writer as I think. Stupid conscience...
"A clone is a clone, so leave 'em alone!" - -quote from somewhere in my head
Dedication: All my friends and family; even if you didn't help me. Class of '08, we made it!
Yes, I'm new to Fanfiction.net. This isn't the best though.a story about sudden 'death', Shenlong isn't new to the fact that he's been cloned, but he sure is when it comes to being a dead person. Before it's too late to live for a second time, he must conclude unfinished issues and get acquainted with the rules of the dead! I hope everyone likes this, even if it doesn't make sense. Long/Shina, Yugo/Alice, Shen/??? (later)
[] = ghost talk; Italics = thoughts
Bloody Roar 3: Ghost Talk
Hmph.
He had nowhere to go. Not a place to stay in America. Nothing but the clothes on his back. The streets were his home now. All day and night, he'd slip through countless neighborhoods, unnoticed, unless he was caught shoplifting or something of the sort.
Where's a good store when you need one? Damn it, I'm hungry. Nothin' here.
Unsightly, broken homes hidden behind soaring grasses lay across each side of the polluted streets. The man walked to one side, drawing his finger across closed dirty window stores. Walking for a week straight made him quiet and observant, rather than his usual self, which was always 'party all night, kill all evening, and sleep all day'.
The man followed stars every night. The bright, beautiful ones he liked best were southward, toward Texas. That was a new place to be. Maybe he'd arrive there someday, if he didn't die first from starvation.
I guess someone has it in for me...ah well. Hated my life anyway.
Running a gloved hand through his black hair, he sighed and closed his eyes, preparing to sleep. He still sensed the two jackals on the sidewalk behind him. Suddenly a pain hit his stomach. Shen glanced back to look at the jackals. He brushed a spot of the road clean and sat down, head in hand.
Ugh, I need some food! Shoulda stole some bread rather than that buy that damn bottle of wine from those jackals...
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
[-and that's all I remember,] the man muttered, still holding his hand. [So what the hell is this place anyway?]
[Well, you don't know?] said a light, slightly rough voice that belonged to a female. As he looked around the room, she murmured, [You got killed quicker than I thought.]
[What did you say?] he asked, glancing at her confusedly. He scratched the back of his head.
[Nothing. Shenlong, listen. I'm Tsujae ni Emit. Not the Dismal Cutter, but a pal of his. A green tree-frog snake,] she replied, standing from her spot on the two-seat couch they sat on. [We gotta get you checked in to the Zoarthrope Academy, 'kay? Follow me.] She began to walk towards the glass door, expecting him to get up and follow.
Shenlong, seated comfortably with an arm behind the back of the sofa, didn't budge. He merely stared at her, a blank face of settled bewilderment written across his features. It seemed that, wherever he was, it wasn't unusual to show his feelings. And right now, he wasn't gonna move until he figured out, or was told, what was going on. He sure wasn't in hell, but it wasn't literally heaven, either. He knew was that he was dead, but that was it.
[Where am I?] he calmly asked again. [I know I'm dead, but I'd like to know why I'm not in hell yet. And why I'm feeling so nice and...pleasant...and I enjoy it...]
Tsujae rubbed her eyebrows, growing just a little bothered. She murmured, [You are a...oh, how could I put it...an alive dead person.]
Shenlong raised an eyebrow. [Will you answer my questions, before I start using my manners?]
[In other words, you're--]
[--a Jajyo Aje. A subsisting ghost. My body's dead by accident, but not me. Am I right?] Shenlong didn't really know. He'd just heard about it when got locked up in a closet with some stupid woman who wanted to mess around with him a few years ago. He didn't want anything to do with females thereafter, but still didn't date males.
Shenlong was broken from his train of thoughts by the sound of a rattle shaking.
Tsujae looked off in another direction. Coming out from behind her was a long snaking tail that he hadn't noticed before, shaking wildly at its ends. [My bad,] she hummed, standing on tiptoe. Obviously, she proud of her race and what was given to her, which included her green-hair and pointy yet lop-sided ears. [But anyway, you're correct in being a Jajyo. Your feelings are free here, which is the majority of your soul.]
[My soul? I don't have one.]
[Yep. And you're not anywhere you know.] the girl snorted. [Poor lost puppy.]
Shenlong muttered, [Deep, deep down, in whatever replaces a soul, I'm as cruel, uncaring, and despicable as a puppy...figures.]
[¿Es usted medicamento, el psico, o qué?{1}]
[Sí, soy un psico, y, puede agrego, puedo hablar el español también.{2}] the clone replied.
[Look. Never mind that.] Shenlong got to his feet, and brushed a stray black hair from his forehead. [Well, can we get going please? I'm ready to eat something...]
[All right then, I'll take you to breakfast in the real world.] Tsujae left the blank room, and was visible behind a glass door, waiting.
He stared at Tsujae through the door for a few moments. At least he knew he'd eat when he was actually dead.
[But a reptile?] he thought to himself.
[Nah...don't know if she's poisonous...]
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, if you're reading this, then you haven't left of boredom, death, horrid visions, splitting a gut, and other things that would make you click the back button. The next chapter might be up in a few days. And here are the translations for those two Spanish sentences (I don't know why, but it seems that what it actually means is a lot unusual than it was supposed to be):
(Parenthesizes are what it actually meant in English) -_-0
{1.} Tsujae: ¿Usted está loco, el psico, o qué? (You are lunatic, the psico, or what?) What I meant: Are you crazy, psycho, or what?
{2.} Shenlong: Sí, soy un psico, y, puede agrego, puedo hablar el español también. (Yes, I am a psico, and, is able I add, I can speak the Spaniard also.) What I meant: Yes, I am a psycho, and, may I add, I can speak Spanish also.
I am so ashamed.I do English much better, don't I? But don't flame me for that. Just tell me if you don't want me doing the Spanish anymore in a review. It only takes one person for me to quit, 'kay? Please leave a review telling me how this story was! I'll tell you, I'm not as good a writer as I think. Stupid conscience...
"A clone is a clone, so leave 'em alone!" - -quote from somewhere in my head