Kitto Wasuranai
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, little bit of violence, cursing, blood
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
Neolar curled his body into a large chair, almost relaxing from his normal twitching and spastic ways. Beside him a small table piece together by scraps of metal carried a small chipped and stained cup. Next to it, an even dirtier looking pitcher held a light brownish liquid. The crippled man poured the liquid into the cup and sipped it. He closed his eyes and the bitterness faded away, his face softened and he fully relaxed, despite his looks he almost appeared angelic for a moment, a brief look of his past and then it was gone.
The pitcher on the small inn table vibrated, indicating the return of his army children. They rumbled through the entrance just as Neolar staggered to his feet. The man ran his hands down his sides as if to smooth out invisible wrinkles. The two robotic men ground to a halt, one carrying a large sack in his arms.
"You've returned so quickly my little ones." Neolar craned his neck up to look at the robots. "What's this? Where is you brother?" The metal men hummed in response. "Destroyed? That is sad." His words were tight but he showed no sign of his grief. "Show me what you have brought." Neolar shuffled over to a small cage in the corner of the room, near the table with the restraints and opened the door, it creaked in protest.
The robot that held the sack, untied the top and opened it, dumping the contents inside the cage. Two tiny figures tumbled out in a mass of tangled limbs. They lay still, hidden by the large cloaks.
"What is this!,' Neolar shrieked. "These are two children! What do you think you were doing bringing me two children?!? You imbeciles, I knew I should have built you with more brains." The man threw his hands up in the air. "What am I going to do now? I don't have time to go out and get a different host." He scanned the two children. "Lord Aku will definitely be displeased if I am late with his new assassin."
The creature sighed, scratching his head as if to get rid of a severe itch. While he thought, his picked back up shifting from one foot to the other, which now seemed as though a habit rather then anything else. One of the children stirred; the female and rolled to her side, curling into a fetal position, taking her cloak the was still wrapped around her. She didn't wake even when Neolar let out a strange squeak and recoiled from the children, raising a hand in front of his face.
You brought me elven children!," he turned back to his metal robots. He kicked one but it did no harm. "Take them back where you got them! Vile creatures." He spat then turned back to his metal children. "What?...I know they are strong my little one but you do not understand how powerful they can be."
Neolar tugged at his hair painfully. "What to do, what to do," he mumbled to himself. "Cannot return them, not enough time, Lord Aku will be angry," he murmured incomplete thoughts. "So pure, ugly." He straightened.
"Very well, we will use the boy. I shall keep the girl in case the boy does not come through. Come my children, your father needs his tools."
~+~+~+~+~
Laila coughed and curled to her side, pulling her legs tightly to her chest. Her mind wandered in and out of darkness and she thought she heard a voice but it was murky sounding, as if she was underwater. The air around her was cold and smelled of many foul things. She shivered, trying to wake from the darkness, her head ached as well as her chest. She vaguely remembered what happened. Something about dark shadows that smelled of death.
She forced her eyes open, her vision blurred before focusing on the steel bars in front of her. She groaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position, wanting nothing more then to lie back down and sleep. Things blurred in and out and she rubbed her eyes.
"Koro," she whispered, coughing at her scratchy throat. It felt raw like she had been screaming. She received an answer but not from her brother, a metallic hiss followed by a low grumble. Laila looked up into red eyes of a dark shadow that peered angrily down at her. She tried to keep her fear down but she gasped and drew back, curling into the corner of the small cage.
The robot moved back, disinterested in the child and wheeled over to a table that held a figure against his will. Laila gasped again, it was her brother who was thrashing against the metal restraints that held him down. Blood ran like rivulets from his injured wrists, the metal biting into him. He didn't seem to care, he struggled continuously, growling angry elven curses. In his eyes shone anger and fear, they glowed strangely bright in the dim room.
The elven girl jumped to her feet and rushed to the end of the cage. "Koro," she cried. She stretched out a hand through the bars, silver tears appearing on her alabaster skin. "What are you doing to him?!?! Let him go!"
"I don't think so little elf," a raspy voice answered her from behind another robot. The metal man moved, revealing Neolar. Beside him lay a metal tray carrying all sorts of surgical tools; scalpels and clamps and not so surgical tools, such as a large saw and an hammer. Beside that on another table that was moved closer, lay an array of strange looking metal in the shape of body parts and organs.
"You should be proud of your brother, he's making history by becoming the first robot with living flesh."
Koro had stopped struggling. He panted heavily, his chest heaving with each breath. His hands were now slick with blood as he tried to slip his wrists from the restraints. Sweat glistened on his face, mixing with the tears that slid from his eyes. He was scared, confused, betrayed. He could hear his sister sobbing for him, the rattling of the bars as she shook them, trying to free herself form the small prison.
"Lle uuvanimo!," Koro spat in elven.
Neolar slammed his hand down on the table next to the boy's head. "What would you know of a monster?!?! You know nothing." His mouth curled into a snarl.
"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" The tiny whisper brought the man's gaze to Laila who still gripped the bars in her hands.
Neolar shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Be silent," he commanded.
"Why do shun your kin?"
"I said be quiet!," the man yelled, the glass beakers near him vibrating their colored liquid.
The elven child flinched at the tone but didn't back down. "Please, do not do this," she pleaded. "Let us go my elven brother."
"Shut up!," Neolar shouted. "I am not an elf!" The man stumbled to the cage, hitting the bars with his fists. Laila back up swiftly. "I was never an elf! Your people know nothing! They are fools!"
Laila closed her eyes. "Your soul is sad, I can feel your pain."
"You know nothing of pain little one." Neolar turned back to Koro who was slowly slipping in and out of consciousness, the blood from his wounds pooled into little puddles on the floor. The creature moved to the comatose boy, picking up a scalpel as he passed by the table with the medical tools on it.
"No!," Laila screamed, rushing back to the bars. She reached a hand through, brushing against Neolar's robes.
Koro's eyes fluttered open to see the blade of the scalpel hovering mere inches from his face. He didn't have the energy to react to anything and his head lolled to the side, catching his twin grasping onto the gray robes of the man who called himself Neolar.
"Take me instead," the elven girl begged.
Neolar jerked his robes from the girls grasp and spun around, brandishing the scalpel like a weapon. "Don't ever touch me!," he hissed then smirked. "I don't want you, I know you elven woman aren't as strong as the males."
"If you wont take me as a replacement, then make me a machine like my brother," the silver haired girl cried.
"No," Koro whispered raggedly. "Laila..." He trailed off, his voice gone.
Tears shone on the girls eyes and she flicked them back and forth between her brother and Neolar. "I freely give my life to you, I will not leave my brothers side," her voice caught in her throat and she let out a chocked sob and slid to her knees, her hands clutching the bars tightly. "I will not leave him."
Neolar unconsciously rocked back and forth, obviously disturbed by the sign of so much affection. "You," he replied in disbelief. "You would give your life to Aku?"
Laila didn't lift her head. "I hate that monster," her words clear despite the emotions that shook her tiny frame. "I wish him dead but if he will keep me with my brother then I will...I will regretfully serve under him." A bitterness rose in the elven girl and she closed her eyes. The tears were gone, she longer shook with sobs. Every fiber in her body screamed, shouted, yelled at her to take back the words she had said. A chilling calmness came over her being, her soul felt strangely at peace though her heart beat sadly, slowing as if it had given up on life.
Koro silently screamed against his sisters words. His whole body suddenly felt numb and though he tried, he could not will his body to move or his voice to speak. His mind grew fuzzy, his vision hazy, he could feel his blood and tears mingling together. A detached part of him wondered why there was so much blood around him when only his wrists were injured but even they didn't hurt, yet he could feel the warm stickiness of his life flow from them with every heartbeat. And every time his heat beat he felt it grow sluggish as if it was tired till finally it stopped beating all together.
Ooo cliff hanger... kinda, heh... um... more's on the way mellonamin ^_^ Namaarie! ... Have to stop speaking elvish, have to stop speaking elvish, have to stop speaking elvish... _
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, little bit of violence, cursing, blood
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
Neolar curled his body into a large chair, almost relaxing from his normal twitching and spastic ways. Beside him a small table piece together by scraps of metal carried a small chipped and stained cup. Next to it, an even dirtier looking pitcher held a light brownish liquid. The crippled man poured the liquid into the cup and sipped it. He closed his eyes and the bitterness faded away, his face softened and he fully relaxed, despite his looks he almost appeared angelic for a moment, a brief look of his past and then it was gone.
The pitcher on the small inn table vibrated, indicating the return of his army children. They rumbled through the entrance just as Neolar staggered to his feet. The man ran his hands down his sides as if to smooth out invisible wrinkles. The two robotic men ground to a halt, one carrying a large sack in his arms.
"You've returned so quickly my little ones." Neolar craned his neck up to look at the robots. "What's this? Where is you brother?" The metal men hummed in response. "Destroyed? That is sad." His words were tight but he showed no sign of his grief. "Show me what you have brought." Neolar shuffled over to a small cage in the corner of the room, near the table with the restraints and opened the door, it creaked in protest.
The robot that held the sack, untied the top and opened it, dumping the contents inside the cage. Two tiny figures tumbled out in a mass of tangled limbs. They lay still, hidden by the large cloaks.
"What is this!,' Neolar shrieked. "These are two children! What do you think you were doing bringing me two children?!? You imbeciles, I knew I should have built you with more brains." The man threw his hands up in the air. "What am I going to do now? I don't have time to go out and get a different host." He scanned the two children. "Lord Aku will definitely be displeased if I am late with his new assassin."
The creature sighed, scratching his head as if to get rid of a severe itch. While he thought, his picked back up shifting from one foot to the other, which now seemed as though a habit rather then anything else. One of the children stirred; the female and rolled to her side, curling into a fetal position, taking her cloak the was still wrapped around her. She didn't wake even when Neolar let out a strange squeak and recoiled from the children, raising a hand in front of his face.
You brought me elven children!," he turned back to his metal robots. He kicked one but it did no harm. "Take them back where you got them! Vile creatures." He spat then turned back to his metal children. "What?...I know they are strong my little one but you do not understand how powerful they can be."
Neolar tugged at his hair painfully. "What to do, what to do," he mumbled to himself. "Cannot return them, not enough time, Lord Aku will be angry," he murmured incomplete thoughts. "So pure, ugly." He straightened.
"Very well, we will use the boy. I shall keep the girl in case the boy does not come through. Come my children, your father needs his tools."
~+~+~+~+~
Laila coughed and curled to her side, pulling her legs tightly to her chest. Her mind wandered in and out of darkness and she thought she heard a voice but it was murky sounding, as if she was underwater. The air around her was cold and smelled of many foul things. She shivered, trying to wake from the darkness, her head ached as well as her chest. She vaguely remembered what happened. Something about dark shadows that smelled of death.
She forced her eyes open, her vision blurred before focusing on the steel bars in front of her. She groaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position, wanting nothing more then to lie back down and sleep. Things blurred in and out and she rubbed her eyes.
"Koro," she whispered, coughing at her scratchy throat. It felt raw like she had been screaming. She received an answer but not from her brother, a metallic hiss followed by a low grumble. Laila looked up into red eyes of a dark shadow that peered angrily down at her. She tried to keep her fear down but she gasped and drew back, curling into the corner of the small cage.
The robot moved back, disinterested in the child and wheeled over to a table that held a figure against his will. Laila gasped again, it was her brother who was thrashing against the metal restraints that held him down. Blood ran like rivulets from his injured wrists, the metal biting into him. He didn't seem to care, he struggled continuously, growling angry elven curses. In his eyes shone anger and fear, they glowed strangely bright in the dim room.
The elven girl jumped to her feet and rushed to the end of the cage. "Koro," she cried. She stretched out a hand through the bars, silver tears appearing on her alabaster skin. "What are you doing to him?!?! Let him go!"
"I don't think so little elf," a raspy voice answered her from behind another robot. The metal man moved, revealing Neolar. Beside him lay a metal tray carrying all sorts of surgical tools; scalpels and clamps and not so surgical tools, such as a large saw and an hammer. Beside that on another table that was moved closer, lay an array of strange looking metal in the shape of body parts and organs.
"You should be proud of your brother, he's making history by becoming the first robot with living flesh."
Koro had stopped struggling. He panted heavily, his chest heaving with each breath. His hands were now slick with blood as he tried to slip his wrists from the restraints. Sweat glistened on his face, mixing with the tears that slid from his eyes. He was scared, confused, betrayed. He could hear his sister sobbing for him, the rattling of the bars as she shook them, trying to free herself form the small prison.
"Lle uuvanimo!," Koro spat in elven.
Neolar slammed his hand down on the table next to the boy's head. "What would you know of a monster?!?! You know nothing." His mouth curled into a snarl.
"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" The tiny whisper brought the man's gaze to Laila who still gripped the bars in her hands.
Neolar shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Be silent," he commanded.
"Why do shun your kin?"
"I said be quiet!," the man yelled, the glass beakers near him vibrating their colored liquid.
The elven child flinched at the tone but didn't back down. "Please, do not do this," she pleaded. "Let us go my elven brother."
"Shut up!," Neolar shouted. "I am not an elf!" The man stumbled to the cage, hitting the bars with his fists. Laila back up swiftly. "I was never an elf! Your people know nothing! They are fools!"
Laila closed her eyes. "Your soul is sad, I can feel your pain."
"You know nothing of pain little one." Neolar turned back to Koro who was slowly slipping in and out of consciousness, the blood from his wounds pooled into little puddles on the floor. The creature moved to the comatose boy, picking up a scalpel as he passed by the table with the medical tools on it.
"No!," Laila screamed, rushing back to the bars. She reached a hand through, brushing against Neolar's robes.
Koro's eyes fluttered open to see the blade of the scalpel hovering mere inches from his face. He didn't have the energy to react to anything and his head lolled to the side, catching his twin grasping onto the gray robes of the man who called himself Neolar.
"Take me instead," the elven girl begged.
Neolar jerked his robes from the girls grasp and spun around, brandishing the scalpel like a weapon. "Don't ever touch me!," he hissed then smirked. "I don't want you, I know you elven woman aren't as strong as the males."
"If you wont take me as a replacement, then make me a machine like my brother," the silver haired girl cried.
"No," Koro whispered raggedly. "Laila..." He trailed off, his voice gone.
Tears shone on the girls eyes and she flicked them back and forth between her brother and Neolar. "I freely give my life to you, I will not leave my brothers side," her voice caught in her throat and she let out a chocked sob and slid to her knees, her hands clutching the bars tightly. "I will not leave him."
Neolar unconsciously rocked back and forth, obviously disturbed by the sign of so much affection. "You," he replied in disbelief. "You would give your life to Aku?"
Laila didn't lift her head. "I hate that monster," her words clear despite the emotions that shook her tiny frame. "I wish him dead but if he will keep me with my brother then I will...I will regretfully serve under him." A bitterness rose in the elven girl and she closed her eyes. The tears were gone, she longer shook with sobs. Every fiber in her body screamed, shouted, yelled at her to take back the words she had said. A chilling calmness came over her being, her soul felt strangely at peace though her heart beat sadly, slowing as if it had given up on life.
Koro silently screamed against his sisters words. His whole body suddenly felt numb and though he tried, he could not will his body to move or his voice to speak. His mind grew fuzzy, his vision hazy, he could feel his blood and tears mingling together. A detached part of him wondered why there was so much blood around him when only his wrists were injured but even they didn't hurt, yet he could feel the warm stickiness of his life flow from them with every heartbeat. And every time his heat beat he felt it grow sluggish as if it was tired till finally it stopped beating all together.
Ooo cliff hanger... kinda, heh... um... more's on the way mellonamin ^_^ Namaarie! ... Have to stop speaking elvish, have to stop speaking elvish, have to stop speaking elvish... _