Kitto Wasuranai
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, violence
Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site. As long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*Notes* First story in the Children's series
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights when I run low on souls... BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! o_O;;;;
'blah blah' - indicating thought
~^~ * ~^~ - indicating time change or memory
The creature; Neolar, staggered to a dark room. His gnarled hand reached for a small torch that blazed at the entrance. Taking a step into the darkness, he set the red and orange flames against a small channel, filled with clear liquid, carved into the wall. As soon as the torch touched the fluids, it exploded into raging blue flames, racing along the small passageway around the room. The chamber lit up as if the sun itself was trapped within it.
Neolar squinted and covered his eyes at the sudden brightness.He seemed more edgy, shifting again but quickly regained some composure. He glanced around the room that was occupied with large tables and machinery. Two of the metal tables held small glass vials, beakers and test tubes filled with a multitude of colored liquids. Another held a box type metal, wire jutted out from the side while black ooze spilled from the bottom, tools strewn half hazardly along it. At the far wall, displayed other large tools and pieces of armory and one small table with metal restraints stood by itself in the middle of everything.
The yellow creature raised a hand and banged it against a nearby table, three times he did so. Three figures moved from the shadows and into the light. Their metal black skin gleamed brightly, nothing more then mismatched robot men, made from extra parts.
Neolar was an elderly man, by human standards he should have died a long time ago and yet he still lived and breathed, his shriveled heart beating to keep his mind alive. He wasn't the young man he used to be, time had been cruel, keeping him alive but slowly killing his body. He could no longer do the grunt work as he called it, so he simply built a few muscle robots to help him.
"Ah there you are," he cried in what would have been a delighted tone if he hadn't ended it with a coughing fit. He wiped his mouth on the corner of his robe's sleeve and grinned, revealing missing and rotten teeth. "How are my children doing today?"
The giant robots hummed with power, their red eyes staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. "Good, good," the old man crooned. "I have a special mission for you three. I want you to find me a host. A strong one, doesn't matter what race. They have to be able to fight in any circumstances. Brains are good too, but they need to be able to manipulate well. Now go!," Neolar yelled, pointing a bony finger to the door.
The metal men rumbled out of the room, red gaze piercing through darkness. The slowly advanced through the large hallways and out into the land. Rolling through the surrounding forest, they made their way to a nearby city and unsuspecting citizens.
~+~+~+~+~
"Fraging thiefs!," the fuzzy brown alien yelled, shaking one his five arms at the two retreating figures that ducked between the crowds of sellers and buyers of the large swamp meet. He raised a meat cleaver in his other hand and took off after them.
"Split up," one figure shouted in a melodious tone from under the heavy blue cloak. The two separated, one carrying a bundle of apples, the other a loaf of bread. The apples disappeared between two venders while the loaf of bread kept it's straight course, weaving through the mob of people.
The fruit ducked under a cart, the carrier breathing slowly under the dark green cloak. Icy blue eyes watched the three feet of the angry merchant run past, still shouting obscenities. Making sure he was gone, the apples ducked back out, heading in the direction of the bread.
The fuzzy alien found the bread a few feet in front of him. "Stop that thief!" The person looked up at the surrounding merchants glaring at him and took a step back, clutching the small meal in his hands. Ice colored eyes darted back and forth, looking for an escape route but the different mongers closed any means of escape, pressing in on him.
A red apple sailed through the air, hitting a vendor over the head. Distracted for only a second, the bread carrier took off towards him, sliding between his legs and dashing after the apples. The two raced around a corner, through an alley and came face to face with the fuzzy and still angry trader. He thrashed the cleaver in the air.
"If you give me my merchandise back, then I's wont cut both your hands off," he growled.
The blue cloaked figure handed the loaf of bread to his partner and pushed back the hood of it. Eyes the color of frozen ice, glared at the man, surrounded by silver hair, tiny leaf shaped ears stood out amongst the fine strands of hair. Small frame hidden by the cloak, followed by lithe arms and legs that positioned themselves into a defense stance.
For a moment the alien seemed baffled at the appearance of the child, no older then a decade. "Well I'll's be a fraging monkey's uncle, if it ain't one of them elven pups." His attitude shifted back to anger. "No matter, get over here kid, so I's can teach you a lesson."
The boy narrowed his eyes and stood in front of the smaller cloaked figure. "Let us be, you fat old dullard."
"What!?! What did you call me!," the alien screamed, turning red beneath the brow fuzz.
"You heard me," the boy said. The figure behind him lifted a pale hand up and pushed back the hood revealing a little girl with the same colored eyes, elven ears and hair, braided into a long tail. She blinked slowly and set the food she carried on the ground.
"Please sir," she spoke in a soft and harmonious voice. "We are hungry, we have no money. We do not wish to harm you. Please, let us pass in safety."
"Now why in the hell would I do that?," the merchant sneered. "What are two little kids gonna do to me? Hurt me?" The alien laughed heartily.
The boy smirked. "Precisely." In the blink of an eye he shifted to the left and towards the trader, kicking out with a thin leg. The limb connected just below the belt of the alien and he doubled over in pain, dropping the giant knife. A split second later, a silver braid drifted in front of his gaze then an elbow cracked him over his head and he collapsed to the ground and didn't move.
The girl bent down and pressed a hand to the aliens thick neck, feeling the faint beating of his two hearts. She let out a thin breath of air and stood just as her brother bent to gather the food. "He is alive," she said.
"Too bad," the boy answered vehemently, handing her the loaf of bread. "I should have aimed higher."
"Koro," the girl warned. "Please, don't be like that."
"Don't start with me Laila," the silver haired boy growled turning to the smaller child. She lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Koro frowned, more at himself then her. "There I go again," he said in a loud voice causing the girl to raise her head. "Being a simple minded Terran. Where are my manners." He gave his sister a lopsided grin who smiled and giggled.
The elven boy's grin faded and become serious. "I am sorry Laila, I do not wish to become like that. We are the descendant of elves... ," his voice lowered with honor. "I should at least act like one." His ice blue eyes clouded with shame.
Laila smiled softly and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You are doing a fine job brother. Our parents would be proud." The child's smile faltered slightly but remained bright.
Koro turned himself away from his twin and said nothing. They both knew of their fate the moment they were brought into this grief stricken world. His anger sparked momentarily at their parents diverse races. They knew their people would never agree to such a lifestyle of Elf and Man and yet they rebelled against their cultures, breaking through boundaries that were not meant to be broken.
"Koro?" His sister's soft yet persistent voice shook him from his thoughts and he smiled at her.
"Come on Laila, we should leave soon before that creature wakes up, angrier then before. So..."The boy flung the small sack of apples over his shoulder and snatched a small piece of bread and popped it into his mouth. "Where shall we wander to next?"
"Wherever the wind takes us," his sister answered. She slid the hood of her cloak back over her head, Koro doing the same, hiding their features from curious folk.
The two trekked back through the alley, in silence until Laila gasped, dropping the bread. Her brother jerked his head up to see three large shadows standing before them at the end of the alley. Blood red eyes glared lifelessly at them. They moved forward, raising their metal clawed hands.
Koro threw his sack of apples at the three figures, then whirled around, grabbing his sister by the arm. "Run!," he yelled pushing her forward.
Laila needed no further encouragement. She took off, dropping the bread as she did so. Her bare feet flew over the cobblestone streets, her long blue cloak flying behind her, revealing a short dark brown tunic. She dared not to turn around for fear of the metal men, she could smell their dark stench of oil, baring down on them. Her brother was at her side, shouting in a foreign tongue.
"Nornoro, raka an I hyaraya!" The words flowed together like a chorus of angels.
The elven girl obeyed her brother's command and as soon as they burst through the end of the alley, she turned left while he went right. She heard the creaking of wheels behind and knew at least one of the metal robots was following her. She prayed all three of them did, giving her brother the chance to escape.
She raced back to the main square of the town where the two had taken the food, back to the merchants. Laila knew they would not help, not after that little stunt she pulled. The grinding of gears were closer, she wouldn't be able to outrun them anymore, she'd have to stand and fight.
The child made a beeline for a small cloth covered cart being pushed by an elderly man. At the last moment of colliding into it, she jumped up onto the wooden wheel, using it to flip herself over it. As she did so, she grabbed the tail end of the white material that covered the top and took it with her, ripping it from the roof.
Landing, she whirled around and threw the fabric over the metallic man, shifting to the right as the blinded creature thrashed wildly. Laila gathered the remains of the cloth and circled the robot, binding him tightly within it. Using her body's momentum, she pulled the white cloth with her, toppling the giant over. He waved his arms violently, twisting to upright himself.
Laila backed away and turned to the elderly peddler staring at the both of them in disbelief. She pulled the cloak around herself, bowing her head. "I am sorry, please forgive me of my destructive manner sir." She smiled softly, walking backwards. She bumped into something and paused, watching the old man's eye widen. She took a slow breath and lifted her head to stare into pulsing red eyes.
Her mouth opened, but her voice was muffled by a large sack that covered her. She felt her world turn upside down and she was cast into darkness.
~+~+~+~+~
Koro sprinted ahead of the robotic man, ducking around another corner. His ice colored eyes darted around him for any sign of his twin. He grew deeply worried about separating from her, and it began to affect his judgment of space around him. Rounding one more corner, a beam of wood jutted out from a building and he barely had enough time to duck, rolling to a stop. The boy crouched low at the advancing threat.
'No more running,' he told himself. 'I hate to run. Time to face my enemy.'
The metal man smashed through the beam, sharp splinters raining down on the elven boy. The red blood eyes hummed angrily at him. Black spindly arms reached for him, grabbing at air when the boy jumped high above him. His blue cloak floated down on the robot, blinding his view for a brief moment but that was all that was needed.
Koro landed on the robotic hunter's shoulders, pinning the square shaped head between his bare feet. He twisted his body, falling backwards, taking the metal man's head with him. The creature fell forward, sparks spraying the child as he stood. He flinched at the sharp stings and grabbed his cloak from under the twitching machine.
Straightening, he threw the blue material over his thin shoulders. His silent ice eyes glared at the fallen metal beast, black oil oozed from where his head was. The once red eyes, were now dull, no life sparked in them. A pathetic sight indeed.
The elven boy blew a strand of hair from his eyes. " Quel esta," he whispered wryly. His ears twitched and he took a slow breath, feeling a dark presence behind him. He turned slowly, facing another robotic man, in his hands was a large burlap sack. Koro narrowed his eyes.
"You don't understand," he said almost in a tone of pity. "You're already dead. You have no soul, you do not exist, therefore you will not be missed." He charged the robot, intending for a fight when to the left of him he saw a streak of black race towards him. Knowing there wasn't time, he closed his eyes, knowing pain would follow. The metal man collided violently with the boy, knocking the air from his lungs. Koro crumbled to the ground, gasping for air as he struggled to stand.
He threw a glance at the oncoming robotic man before closing his eyes, knowing there would be pain followed by darkness.
Sorry for the delay ppl, evil midterms, need I say more. But I'm back into writing. It seems watching LotR: FotR serveral time a da- er week has had a great influence on my writing. So, to not confuse ppl, Samurai Kat's chara Katalina Firehawk who is also elven is not related to mine, and vice versa for me ~_^ Heh, I just forgot SK's works which I might say are great and you should read her fanfics, had elves. Again I hope this does the show justice, I feel a bit rusty.
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, violence
Rated: PG-13 Just to be on the safe side
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site. As long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*Notes* First story in the Children's series
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights when I run low on souls... BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! o_O;;;;
'blah blah' - indicating thought
~^~ * ~^~ - indicating time change or memory
The creature; Neolar, staggered to a dark room. His gnarled hand reached for a small torch that blazed at the entrance. Taking a step into the darkness, he set the red and orange flames against a small channel, filled with clear liquid, carved into the wall. As soon as the torch touched the fluids, it exploded into raging blue flames, racing along the small passageway around the room. The chamber lit up as if the sun itself was trapped within it.
Neolar squinted and covered his eyes at the sudden brightness.He seemed more edgy, shifting again but quickly regained some composure. He glanced around the room that was occupied with large tables and machinery. Two of the metal tables held small glass vials, beakers and test tubes filled with a multitude of colored liquids. Another held a box type metal, wire jutted out from the side while black ooze spilled from the bottom, tools strewn half hazardly along it. At the far wall, displayed other large tools and pieces of armory and one small table with metal restraints stood by itself in the middle of everything.
The yellow creature raised a hand and banged it against a nearby table, three times he did so. Three figures moved from the shadows and into the light. Their metal black skin gleamed brightly, nothing more then mismatched robot men, made from extra parts.
Neolar was an elderly man, by human standards he should have died a long time ago and yet he still lived and breathed, his shriveled heart beating to keep his mind alive. He wasn't the young man he used to be, time had been cruel, keeping him alive but slowly killing his body. He could no longer do the grunt work as he called it, so he simply built a few muscle robots to help him.
"Ah there you are," he cried in what would have been a delighted tone if he hadn't ended it with a coughing fit. He wiped his mouth on the corner of his robe's sleeve and grinned, revealing missing and rotten teeth. "How are my children doing today?"
The giant robots hummed with power, their red eyes staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. "Good, good," the old man crooned. "I have a special mission for you three. I want you to find me a host. A strong one, doesn't matter what race. They have to be able to fight in any circumstances. Brains are good too, but they need to be able to manipulate well. Now go!," Neolar yelled, pointing a bony finger to the door.
The metal men rumbled out of the room, red gaze piercing through darkness. The slowly advanced through the large hallways and out into the land. Rolling through the surrounding forest, they made their way to a nearby city and unsuspecting citizens.
~+~+~+~+~
"Fraging thiefs!," the fuzzy brown alien yelled, shaking one his five arms at the two retreating figures that ducked between the crowds of sellers and buyers of the large swamp meet. He raised a meat cleaver in his other hand and took off after them.
"Split up," one figure shouted in a melodious tone from under the heavy blue cloak. The two separated, one carrying a bundle of apples, the other a loaf of bread. The apples disappeared between two venders while the loaf of bread kept it's straight course, weaving through the mob of people.
The fruit ducked under a cart, the carrier breathing slowly under the dark green cloak. Icy blue eyes watched the three feet of the angry merchant run past, still shouting obscenities. Making sure he was gone, the apples ducked back out, heading in the direction of the bread.
The fuzzy alien found the bread a few feet in front of him. "Stop that thief!" The person looked up at the surrounding merchants glaring at him and took a step back, clutching the small meal in his hands. Ice colored eyes darted back and forth, looking for an escape route but the different mongers closed any means of escape, pressing in on him.
A red apple sailed through the air, hitting a vendor over the head. Distracted for only a second, the bread carrier took off towards him, sliding between his legs and dashing after the apples. The two raced around a corner, through an alley and came face to face with the fuzzy and still angry trader. He thrashed the cleaver in the air.
"If you give me my merchandise back, then I's wont cut both your hands off," he growled.
The blue cloaked figure handed the loaf of bread to his partner and pushed back the hood of it. Eyes the color of frozen ice, glared at the man, surrounded by silver hair, tiny leaf shaped ears stood out amongst the fine strands of hair. Small frame hidden by the cloak, followed by lithe arms and legs that positioned themselves into a defense stance.
For a moment the alien seemed baffled at the appearance of the child, no older then a decade. "Well I'll's be a fraging monkey's uncle, if it ain't one of them elven pups." His attitude shifted back to anger. "No matter, get over here kid, so I's can teach you a lesson."
The boy narrowed his eyes and stood in front of the smaller cloaked figure. "Let us be, you fat old dullard."
"What!?! What did you call me!," the alien screamed, turning red beneath the brow fuzz.
"You heard me," the boy said. The figure behind him lifted a pale hand up and pushed back the hood revealing a little girl with the same colored eyes, elven ears and hair, braided into a long tail. She blinked slowly and set the food she carried on the ground.
"Please sir," she spoke in a soft and harmonious voice. "We are hungry, we have no money. We do not wish to harm you. Please, let us pass in safety."
"Now why in the hell would I do that?," the merchant sneered. "What are two little kids gonna do to me? Hurt me?" The alien laughed heartily.
The boy smirked. "Precisely." In the blink of an eye he shifted to the left and towards the trader, kicking out with a thin leg. The limb connected just below the belt of the alien and he doubled over in pain, dropping the giant knife. A split second later, a silver braid drifted in front of his gaze then an elbow cracked him over his head and he collapsed to the ground and didn't move.
The girl bent down and pressed a hand to the aliens thick neck, feeling the faint beating of his two hearts. She let out a thin breath of air and stood just as her brother bent to gather the food. "He is alive," she said.
"Too bad," the boy answered vehemently, handing her the loaf of bread. "I should have aimed higher."
"Koro," the girl warned. "Please, don't be like that."
"Don't start with me Laila," the silver haired boy growled turning to the smaller child. She lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Koro frowned, more at himself then her. "There I go again," he said in a loud voice causing the girl to raise her head. "Being a simple minded Terran. Where are my manners." He gave his sister a lopsided grin who smiled and giggled.
The elven boy's grin faded and become serious. "I am sorry Laila, I do not wish to become like that. We are the descendant of elves... ," his voice lowered with honor. "I should at least act like one." His ice blue eyes clouded with shame.
Laila smiled softly and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You are doing a fine job brother. Our parents would be proud." The child's smile faltered slightly but remained bright.
Koro turned himself away from his twin and said nothing. They both knew of their fate the moment they were brought into this grief stricken world. His anger sparked momentarily at their parents diverse races. They knew their people would never agree to such a lifestyle of Elf and Man and yet they rebelled against their cultures, breaking through boundaries that were not meant to be broken.
"Koro?" His sister's soft yet persistent voice shook him from his thoughts and he smiled at her.
"Come on Laila, we should leave soon before that creature wakes up, angrier then before. So..."The boy flung the small sack of apples over his shoulder and snatched a small piece of bread and popped it into his mouth. "Where shall we wander to next?"
"Wherever the wind takes us," his sister answered. She slid the hood of her cloak back over her head, Koro doing the same, hiding their features from curious folk.
The two trekked back through the alley, in silence until Laila gasped, dropping the bread. Her brother jerked his head up to see three large shadows standing before them at the end of the alley. Blood red eyes glared lifelessly at them. They moved forward, raising their metal clawed hands.
Koro threw his sack of apples at the three figures, then whirled around, grabbing his sister by the arm. "Run!," he yelled pushing her forward.
Laila needed no further encouragement. She took off, dropping the bread as she did so. Her bare feet flew over the cobblestone streets, her long blue cloak flying behind her, revealing a short dark brown tunic. She dared not to turn around for fear of the metal men, she could smell their dark stench of oil, baring down on them. Her brother was at her side, shouting in a foreign tongue.
"Nornoro, raka an I hyaraya!" The words flowed together like a chorus of angels.
The elven girl obeyed her brother's command and as soon as they burst through the end of the alley, she turned left while he went right. She heard the creaking of wheels behind and knew at least one of the metal robots was following her. She prayed all three of them did, giving her brother the chance to escape.
She raced back to the main square of the town where the two had taken the food, back to the merchants. Laila knew they would not help, not after that little stunt she pulled. The grinding of gears were closer, she wouldn't be able to outrun them anymore, she'd have to stand and fight.
The child made a beeline for a small cloth covered cart being pushed by an elderly man. At the last moment of colliding into it, she jumped up onto the wooden wheel, using it to flip herself over it. As she did so, she grabbed the tail end of the white material that covered the top and took it with her, ripping it from the roof.
Landing, she whirled around and threw the fabric over the metallic man, shifting to the right as the blinded creature thrashed wildly. Laila gathered the remains of the cloth and circled the robot, binding him tightly within it. Using her body's momentum, she pulled the white cloth with her, toppling the giant over. He waved his arms violently, twisting to upright himself.
Laila backed away and turned to the elderly peddler staring at the both of them in disbelief. She pulled the cloak around herself, bowing her head. "I am sorry, please forgive me of my destructive manner sir." She smiled softly, walking backwards. She bumped into something and paused, watching the old man's eye widen. She took a slow breath and lifted her head to stare into pulsing red eyes.
Her mouth opened, but her voice was muffled by a large sack that covered her. She felt her world turn upside down and she was cast into darkness.
~+~+~+~+~
Koro sprinted ahead of the robotic man, ducking around another corner. His ice colored eyes darted around him for any sign of his twin. He grew deeply worried about separating from her, and it began to affect his judgment of space around him. Rounding one more corner, a beam of wood jutted out from a building and he barely had enough time to duck, rolling to a stop. The boy crouched low at the advancing threat.
'No more running,' he told himself. 'I hate to run. Time to face my enemy.'
The metal man smashed through the beam, sharp splinters raining down on the elven boy. The red blood eyes hummed angrily at him. Black spindly arms reached for him, grabbing at air when the boy jumped high above him. His blue cloak floated down on the robot, blinding his view for a brief moment but that was all that was needed.
Koro landed on the robotic hunter's shoulders, pinning the square shaped head between his bare feet. He twisted his body, falling backwards, taking the metal man's head with him. The creature fell forward, sparks spraying the child as he stood. He flinched at the sharp stings and grabbed his cloak from under the twitching machine.
Straightening, he threw the blue material over his thin shoulders. His silent ice eyes glared at the fallen metal beast, black oil oozed from where his head was. The once red eyes, were now dull, no life sparked in them. A pathetic sight indeed.
The elven boy blew a strand of hair from his eyes. " Quel esta," he whispered wryly. His ears twitched and he took a slow breath, feeling a dark presence behind him. He turned slowly, facing another robotic man, in his hands was a large burlap sack. Koro narrowed his eyes.
"You don't understand," he said almost in a tone of pity. "You're already dead. You have no soul, you do not exist, therefore you will not be missed." He charged the robot, intending for a fight when to the left of him he saw a streak of black race towards him. Knowing there wasn't time, he closed his eyes, knowing pain would follow. The metal man collided violently with the boy, knocking the air from his lungs. Koro crumbled to the ground, gasping for air as he struggled to stand.
He threw a glance at the oncoming robotic man before closing his eyes, knowing there would be pain followed by darkness.
Sorry for the delay ppl, evil midterms, need I say more. But I'm back into writing. It seems watching LotR: FotR serveral time a da- er week has had a great influence on my writing. So, to not confuse ppl, Samurai Kat's chara Katalina Firehawk who is also elven is not related to mine, and vice versa for me ~_^ Heh, I just forgot SK's works which I might say are great and you should read her fanfics, had elves. Again I hope this does the show justice, I feel a bit rusty.