Kitto Wasuranai
Disclaimer: Nope don't own SJ, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: New charas, violence, little 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
Light filtered through his closed eyes, mercilessly tearing them open. A brilliant light hit him full force but he didn't flinch at the brightness. He continually stared at the light, distinguishing the shape of a dirty light bulb hanging over his head. Suddenly the light was pushed away by a withered hand and the face of a stranger filled his vision.
"You're finally awake, how do you feel?" Stringy yellow hair floated in his vision, giving the thin face a melancholy ethereal appearance.
"Fine." The simple answer was dull and monotone, like a machine.
"Good, good. Now if you will sit up." The face disappeared and moved around the boy. "I can check some things."
The boy obeyed the command without any hesitation. He swung his bare legs over the edge of the metal table he sat on, his posture ridged, his hands resting at his sides. He was aware he was unclothed but but felt no embarrassment. He calmly waited, staring straight ahead while the man who wandered around the dark room, every once in a while coming within his sight of vision.
Again, another light appeared in his face, in the shape of a pen. The carrier of the voice held the penlight in one of his eyes, while peering closely at it. He was so close, the boy could see the swirls of white and yellow of his eyes. The pupils were clouded with cataracts, blending with the pale colors of the iris. His entire body looked as through he was diseased, sick and yet the very idea didn't bother the boy.
"Good, good," the man murmured, switching to his other eye. "Pupils dilate normally, though your iris has changed color, hmm, no matter that couldn't be helped." The man leaned back. "Now, follow this light with your eyes." The boy obeyed. "Ah good!" Again the man disappeared and reappeared with materiel in his hands. "Put this on and remain standing till I get back to you."
The boy jumped off the table and obediently put the clothing on. He slid the dark green tunic over his shoulders, tying it around his waist, it hung to his knees, allowing movement. Next there were dark leather wrist guards and he too slipped them on , tightening them so they held snugly from his thin wrists to the middle of his forearm. A last curious addition were white strips of materiel that were several yards in length. He took them in hand and stared at them, his brain whirling to come to a conclusion to what to use for them.
He shifted his feet, causing him to step on a sharp piece of metal, slicing into him. Undaunted he removed the forgiven object buried in his foot and wrapped one of the strips of material around his foot, covering the bleeding wound and wrapped it around his ankle, forming a brace and bandage. He paused, looking over his precise work and grabbed the other strip of white, repeating the same actions. He straightened and smoothed his tunic before tucking his hands behind his back, once again standing ridged.
He kept his eyes in front of him but his ears picked up all sorts of sounds, even the tiniest of movements. The flames along the wall were slowly dying, they barely lit the room, if it were not for the light bulb hanging above him, attached to a generator. He listened to the soft breath of someone beside him, they moved off of a table, sliding against the metal, bare feet touching the ground, hair moving slightly.
"Put these on," he heard the man say to the other person. He heard the sound of cloth against skin, moving the same way he did, silently and with precise movements.
"Now children," the man said, standing in front of the boy and other person. "Tell me what is the last thing you remember?"
The boy didn't have an answer. It was as if his mind was wiped clean, but there was still something there, hidden and locked away. Every time he reached for it, a bright blinding pain seared through his head and he retreated.
"I remember falling water." The other person was a girl by the tone her voice. "No," she sounded unsure of herself ."Red tears."
"Red tears?," the man asked incredulously. "What else?"
"My... my brother."
"Laila," the boy whispered turning his head to see his twin standing beside him. She too looked at him. Her red eyes glowed strangely in the darkened room. They filled with recognition but nothing more.
"Koro," she cried happily reaching out a hand. The boy felt himself move without orders, stretching to touch his sister.
"Stand still!," the man demanded and the two jerked back, standing at attention. The man paced back and forth, his back hunched a little as he talked to himself. "It seems I could not break the bond between them, hmm what to do, what to do. They are alive, powerful, what to do. Maybe, maybe, will the bond strengthen them or break them?"
The strange man straightened finally. "I am Neolar, your creator, you will obey me and your lord and master Aku."
The two children bowed their heads. "Yes sir," the replied simultaneously.
Neolar staggered to a nearby wall, taking down a few things that hung on it. "You will be equipped with weapons. Nothing high tech, those things break so easily. For you boy, two broad swords." He handed Koro two swords, the blades long and curved, the handle made out of hard wood, bound in black leather. He then gave him a strange looking sheath that could strapped to the back to hold the swords.
"And you girl, a simple bow and quiver arrows laced with a deadly narcotic to immobilize your victim." Laila slipped the leather quiver over her shoulder, adjusting it so it fit correctly. She looked over the gleaming black wood of the bow, it was cold looking but was warm to the touch. She raised it and pulled back on the string, it took little strength to do so.
Koro slid one of the swords into the sheath of his back, while he held the other. He gave a few smooth movements of the sword, feeling the weight of it. It wasn't heavy at all, like a feather. Satisfied with learning of his weapon he placed the sword with the other one on his back.
Neolar smiled briefly, pleased with his creations. "Follow me now, your master awaits you."
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Neolar hurried like a limping fox towards a room filled with orange and red flames. The twins followed closely, remaining side by side. Neither one spoke though they watched each other. Koro noticed the girl wore almost the identical clothing save for the tunic being a dark blue. Her red eyes glowing strangely beneath her silver bangs, her hair long and undone, hanging to her knees, it looked like it was matted with something red.
Laila turned her head, silently questioning her brothers look. Realizing he was staring at her hair she brought it forward, combing the knots out with her fingers before weaving it into a somewhat braid. She had tucked her bow next to her quiver in order to do so, it almost dragged on the ground, revealing just how tiny and small she was.
The elven boy tried to think past the orders given to them, but it hurt every time, like being struck sharply. He gave up for the time being as the trio entered the large palace like room. Koro stared at the flames that didn't move, and wondered if he should be afraid but there was nothing.
The elven girl stared wide eyed at the fire that raged in front of her. Crimson and coral suspended in time, looming menacingly over the child, like gnarled fingers. Neolar paused before a large gaping mouth filled with darkness. He peered down into it, paling at the sharp drop into oblivion.
The ground vibrated under their feet, the sound of a herd running, the world shook. In the blink of an eye, a black figure rose before them, towering over the trio in a threatening manner. His ebony gaze foreboding, flickering flames, glaring. His jade lips turned up ever so slightly into a scowl revealing the vampirestic teeth, gleaming.
Neolar bowed swiftly, his body twitching again, when moments before he seemed perfectly normal. Koro felt his body move by itself, he dropped to one knee, bowing his head, bringing a hand to touch his forehead. The movement felt to so familiar, so real but again nothing more then darkness. Laila stared at the beast that turned it's glaring eyes to her. Something about him made her stomach hurt, her body finally forcing her to kneel before the demon.
"My lord Aku," Neolar said, lifting his head. "I have done as you requested. Kneeling before you are the greatest mercenaries one could ever have. I have built them to your specific plans. I know they are young but they learn quickly and are as agile as the Samurai, if not more."
Aku remained silent as he suppressed his size to human height, settling himself upon his thrown chair, edged with scarlet flames. His smaller form did nothing to quell the dark power that oozed from him. He brought a gaunt hand up, stroking his beard as he looked over the twins. Neither one rose from their spot, their eyes glued to the ground.
The demon frowned and Neolar quickly said, "Perhaps a demonstration of their fighting skills. They have been given only the best data of warfare, even the Samurai's moves. All have been collected and logged into their brains. They only need a command and they will do as you will."
Aku smirked. "Show me then, show me your master creations."
Neolar bowed then turned to the twins. "Rise," he demanded. The elven children obediently rose to their feet. "Present to your lord what you can do, prove your skills to him."
Koro nodded his head and faced his sister who did the same. They stared at each other, neither one moving. The boy's mind wanted to say no, this isn't right but it was as if he was in a box, unable to do anything while his mind ran freely.
Laila's hands tightened into fists, her mind whirling to find the correct answer for what she should do. It's was like she was on the outside of herself, watching helplessly as her body reacted. The elven girl charged the boy suddenly, running swiftly like the wind. Koro then turned and ran from the girl, racing towards a flame.
The boy at the last minute instead of careening into the surface, jumped, using his body's momentum to run up the structure and back flip over his sister who skidded to a stop. He twisted his body in mid air, landing on his feet, facing Laila. He barely hit the ground, when a leg swung at his head. He blocked with his forearm, grabbing the girl's leg and twisted it, sending his other half spiraling through the air.
Laila landed on the ground hard, rolling to the left as her brother crashed his knee where her head would have been. She jumped to her feet, blocking another attack to her face with crossed arms, the impact of the hit making her bare feet slid backwards. She gracefully, like the dancing wind avoided the many swinging fists and legs with ease, her body swaying to an unheard music. The elven girl ducked another attack, back flipping. Laila flipped across the ground, every time catching a glimpse of her brother running after her. She landed in a crouching position, swinging her leg out in an arch intending to sweep the boy off his feet but he wasn't there.
Koro reached for his broad swords strapped to his back in mid jump. As if time stood still, he watched as he fell back to earth, his sister swinging her bow from her back and notch an arrow with surprising speed. She pulled back and aimed, but he was already on top of her. She released the arrow.
It was sliced neatly down the middle, falling harmlessly to the ground. She notched another, ducking a swing of the blade. She fired again, barely missing the boy's head. He lunged with one sword, while swinging the other. Laila clutched her bow in both hands and waited for her brother to strike. When he did, she hooked his hand in her bow and twisted it, hauling her brother over her back. He landed, regaining balance and was grazed across the cheek with the end of Laila's bow as he evaded it.
The elven girl reached for another arrow, sliding into splits to avoid losing her head and released the shaft. The red feathered rod ricochet off the gleaming blade of Koro's sword, through the curving horns of the watching demon, bounced off a flame and back at Laila as she stood, missing her by a hairs breath. Silver threads floated lazily in front of her vision where the arrow had grazed her hair.
Koro lowered both his swords, resting them against his thigh. He slowly took a breath and let it out, his bangs swaying over his crimson eyes. They glowed oddly, as if they flexed with each heartbeat. His sister brushed her braid over her shoulder and at the same time reaching for one more arrow. She positioned it swiftly and definitely, but didn't raise it.
Again they faced off. Watching from the outside of their bodies. In a flash, they charged one another, Koro heaved a sword above his head, Laila raised her bow, pulling back on the string, her braided hair trailing behind her like a tail.
"Stop!"
The twins skidded to a halt, turning to the voice. Aku had risen to his feet at the almost near decapitation and glared at the children. His eyes brightened, glowing like white coals of fire, they hummed with an awesome power and he clapped. He clapped as though he had just finished watching a play.
He stepped down from his thrown chair and stood before the two who dropped to their knees respectfully. Neolar bowed and moved a few steps back to allow the demon to circle the children. "I have seen great strength in their race before, elven?"
"Yes my lord," the yellow man replied, averting his eyes.
"Ah," Aku circled again, standing before the twins. He reached down and touched each child on their head. " They are completely under control." He then turned his cold gaze to Neolar. "You are elven, are you not?" The dark figure ran his fingers through the fine silver hair of the children.
The man lowered his head. "I was, but no longer."
"That's right, they turned on you for not being pure of blood. Ha, even in the most noblest races there is diversion." Aku whirled around and sank back into his thrown chair, he tapped his fingertips together in silence. "They are powerful, strong in body and mind... perhaps too much mind. The boy is easy to control, his anger is great. The girl may be a burden, but she is naive, we may be able to use it against her. I am pleased with your work Neolar, you have done well my faithful servant."
Neolar shifted from foot to foot again. "I live only to serve you master."
Aku smiled, revealing the tips of his animalistic teeth. "Come forward children." Koro and Laila stood and slipped their weapons back into their proper place. With a wave of his hand, flames parted and a mirror appeared. The reflection revealed a dark haired man in white robes. He carried a sheathed sword on his side.
"This is the one known as Samurai Jack," Aku spat the name. "This is whom you shall spill blood from. Bring me back the head of the Samurai staked on his magical sword." The demon laughed, the darkness echoing throughout his black kingdom. It reverberated through the halls and followed the elven twins, as they ran through them and into the sunlight. They crossed mountains, sand dunes, forests and plains, until they came upon the trail of the one known as Samurai Jack.
Whew, lots of fighting, I am quite pleased with it ^^ Hope it pleases you all too... Side note, if there was anyone dissapointed for lack of 'experment' I wanted to keep my rating to PG-13... I might do flashbacks... Oh that'll test the PG-13 limit ^^;