Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue.
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Author's Note: Oh crap, I've barely even BEGUN this story and I'm already
thinking of a sequel! (FYI, it's going to be based around Vivi, so whopee). So
good news for all of you that are enjoying this story, I am definitely
DEFINITELY going to at least finish this story. (a feat that, to this day, has never
been done. By me I mean.)
Anyhoo, I'll be announcing the allusion I've made later so be happy.
~NeoNaoNeo
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"I...am...so....thirsty..."~Chris, 'Thirsty' (a kick ass vampire book by M.T.
Anderson *if you're into that kind of stuff*)
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Chapter 5: Promises
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"Robin!" Eiko said, outstretching her arms to catch the genome girl as she
pounced on Eiko. Robin laughed with glee and squeezed the girl in a fond
embrace. Eiko was now seventeen, tall and pale, her long purple hair drifting
down her back easily like the waves on a calm ocean. She was still wearing the
same color scheme, a yellow dress with a pink sweater, although she out-grown
the ornament she had on her back. She looked down to Robin, who was still
clutching her arms around Eiko's neck, hanging down.
"I see you're excited to see me," Eiko chuckled and bent over to set Robin down,
when Ipsen came from behind her and hopped on her back. Eiko laughed and
nearly fell over, even though Ipsen was nowhere near being heavy. "Oh my God!
The squirrels are attacking!" she laughed and reached behind her to grab the boy.
"I'm not a squirrel!" Ipsen giggled.
Robin laughed and got around Eiko's legs. "Now you can't leave!"
Eiko sighed deeply and gave a melodramatic pose. "Oh no! Never again can I
leave this spot! What can I do!? What will I eat? Where will I sleep!?"
Robin laughed. "Okay, you can go. But you have to tell me what you got me for
my birthday!" Robin demanded.
"Me too!" Ipsen chimed in, still on Eiko's back.
"I'll give you guys a couple clues, but I can't just come out and tell you." Eiko said
in hushed voice.
"Good enough." Robin said, relinquishing Eiko's legs.
"All right..." Ipsen said, sliding off her back.
"Well, your present this year..." Eiko started off, "Is being able to see me again."
"That's not a good present!" Robin huffed.
"I thought it was a good enough gift," Eiko said sarcastically and put her hands
on her hips.
"Maybe for my dad," Ipsen chuckled as Vivi walked up. The mage had grown
very little over six years, only nine inches at tops, which brought him to the
height of a well-rounded twelve year old, although he was nineteen, going on
twenty the next month. He waved sheepishly to Eiko.
"Oh boy, here we go," Robin whispered to Ipsen. "Let's get out of here, you know
how weird your dad gets around Eiko."
Ipsen nodded. As they walked off, the winged mage was first to strike up a
conversation. "If I ever like a girl," he started, but was interrupted by Robin.
"If?" she said quizzingly.
"Like that'll ever happen." Ipsen laughed.
"Are you saying there's something wrong with girls?" Robin said, narrowing her
eyes.
"What? N-no, it's just that..." he started, but gave up. "I forgot what I was gonna
say."
"Something about if you ever liked a girl." Robin refreshed his memory, slightly
blushing.
"Oh yeah, if I ever like a girl, I'd tell her right away." he finished.
"Yeah, me too." Robin said. "Except it would be if I liked a boy."
Ipsen bit his tongue to discourage a comment on the awkwardness of Robin's
first statement, but let it go when she corrected herself. "Hey, I made you
something for your birthday." Robin said. "Beatrix showed me how to crotchet
(it's pronounced 'crow-shay', dang funny French words)."
"I made you something too, I left the box up in your room from earlier in the
morning." Ipsen said.
"Well, come on, let's go up to my room," Robin said, bounding up the dark
staircase. Ipsen whimpered slightly and slowly made his way into the shadowy
corridor.
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They entered her room, a messy and disheveled one at that. The floor was
littered with storybooks and papers from her studies, the shelves were cluttered
with unused and unwanted toys. The only toys she played with was the wooden
sword Blank had made her last year and a stuffed dragon she was given as an
infant. "I think it's over here..." she said and went in search of Ipsen's gift. The
mage picked up the parcel he had left on her bed that morning before they went
out to play. "Here it is!"
Robin held up a small package that was messily wrapped in newspaper and
twine. "I did it last night and my lights were off," Robin said, explaining the
ragged wrapping of the gift.
"Who cares about the wrapping?" Ipsen laughed and handed her his parcel. She
did the same.
"Okay, open it." Robin said, setting aside her usual 'me first' attitude.
"No, you." Ipsen said.
"Hey, I told you first...." Robin retorted in a saucy tone.
"Fine," Ipsen said and quickly ripped apart the wrapping. He unfurled a scarf
that was knitted from a vibrant yellow and lively green yarn, making thick
stripes of alternating colors the whole way down. He looked at the end, running
his finger along the black tassels. "Wow, this is cool." he said with a note of awe,
trying the scarf on for size. He stood up and noticed the ends were well below
his knees, nearly touching the ground. "Thanks! Okay, now you open mine."
"Okay," she said, disposing of the wrapping. Her face lit up with delight when
she examined his gift.
"It's a dream catcher." he said.
"You made it?" Robin asked and ran a finger along the loosely interlaced threads.
Ipsen nodded. "It took me awhile though and my dad helped alot."
It was a simple design, a green branch was tied by a piece of yarn at the top to
make the frame and the network of threads inside were brown and clumsily
knotted around one another, a few multicolored pony beads sat on the delicate
web like drops of plastic dew. At the bottom, another three pieces of yarn were
knotted around themselves, creating six different lengths of string. On each one a
few fluffy white feathers were tied. She looked up to Ipsen. "Are these yours?"
He nodded sheepishly. "Didn't it hurt?" she asked him.
"Oh, I didn't pull 'em out." he quickly said. "They fell out."
"Oh, so you decided to give them to me?" she giggled in a fake tone of offense.
Ipsen nodded. "Yup, next year I'm going to give you my school papers."
"Oh, yeah?" Robin said, "Well, I'm going to give you the hair I pull out of my hair
brush."
"Ooh, I'll keep it as a pet and name it George." Ipsen retorted.
"Yeah, right. Knowing you, you'll freak and say something weird," she laughed.
"Will not, I'll say thank you." Ipsen paused a moment. "Wait, that is weird upon
receiving a wad of hair."
There was a shout from downstairs. "Hey, if you two want some cake, get your
little butts down here!" Zidane yelled playfully.
"All right!" the two chimed together. As they began walking downstairs, Robin
walked in front of Ipsen and turned around to face him.
"Thanks," she said with a smile.
"No problem," Ipsen replied.
"Hey, we're gonna be best buds forever, right?" she said from nowhere.
Ipsen nodded. "Of course," he said brightly.
"You promise?" she asked.
He thought for a moment. "I promise."
"And if you ever like a girl, I'm gonna be the first one you tell, okay?" Robin
continued.
"Why...?"
"Yes or no."
"Alright, you'll be the first to know."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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Author's Note: Ugh, evil short, crappy chapter! Evil!!! Anyhoo, for those
participating in the first annual name that Shakespeare Allusion competition
(sponsored by Dr. Pepper; The Taste Of Originality©)
The reference I made last chapter was Robin's nickname 'Goodfellow' in
reference to Robin Goodfellow (AKA Puck), a shape shifting hobgoblin from 'A
Midsummer's Night Dream', one of Oberon's favorite servants. Yippee.
*`*`*`*`*`*`
Author's Note: Oh crap, I've barely even BEGUN this story and I'm already
thinking of a sequel! (FYI, it's going to be based around Vivi, so whopee). So
good news for all of you that are enjoying this story, I am definitely
DEFINITELY going to at least finish this story. (a feat that, to this day, has never
been done. By me I mean.)
Anyhoo, I'll be announcing the allusion I've made later so be happy.
~NeoNaoNeo
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
"I...am...so....thirsty..."~Chris, 'Thirsty' (a kick ass vampire book by M.T.
Anderson *if you're into that kind of stuff*)
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
Chapter 5: Promises
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`
"Robin!" Eiko said, outstretching her arms to catch the genome girl as she
pounced on Eiko. Robin laughed with glee and squeezed the girl in a fond
embrace. Eiko was now seventeen, tall and pale, her long purple hair drifting
down her back easily like the waves on a calm ocean. She was still wearing the
same color scheme, a yellow dress with a pink sweater, although she out-grown
the ornament she had on her back. She looked down to Robin, who was still
clutching her arms around Eiko's neck, hanging down.
"I see you're excited to see me," Eiko chuckled and bent over to set Robin down,
when Ipsen came from behind her and hopped on her back. Eiko laughed and
nearly fell over, even though Ipsen was nowhere near being heavy. "Oh my God!
The squirrels are attacking!" she laughed and reached behind her to grab the boy.
"I'm not a squirrel!" Ipsen giggled.
Robin laughed and got around Eiko's legs. "Now you can't leave!"
Eiko sighed deeply and gave a melodramatic pose. "Oh no! Never again can I
leave this spot! What can I do!? What will I eat? Where will I sleep!?"
Robin laughed. "Okay, you can go. But you have to tell me what you got me for
my birthday!" Robin demanded.
"Me too!" Ipsen chimed in, still on Eiko's back.
"I'll give you guys a couple clues, but I can't just come out and tell you." Eiko said
in hushed voice.
"Good enough." Robin said, relinquishing Eiko's legs.
"All right..." Ipsen said, sliding off her back.
"Well, your present this year..." Eiko started off, "Is being able to see me again."
"That's not a good present!" Robin huffed.
"I thought it was a good enough gift," Eiko said sarcastically and put her hands
on her hips.
"Maybe for my dad," Ipsen chuckled as Vivi walked up. The mage had grown
very little over six years, only nine inches at tops, which brought him to the
height of a well-rounded twelve year old, although he was nineteen, going on
twenty the next month. He waved sheepishly to Eiko.
"Oh boy, here we go," Robin whispered to Ipsen. "Let's get out of here, you know
how weird your dad gets around Eiko."
Ipsen nodded. As they walked off, the winged mage was first to strike up a
conversation. "If I ever like a girl," he started, but was interrupted by Robin.
"If?" she said quizzingly.
"Like that'll ever happen." Ipsen laughed.
"Are you saying there's something wrong with girls?" Robin said, narrowing her
eyes.
"What? N-no, it's just that..." he started, but gave up. "I forgot what I was gonna
say."
"Something about if you ever liked a girl." Robin refreshed his memory, slightly
blushing.
"Oh yeah, if I ever like a girl, I'd tell her right away." he finished.
"Yeah, me too." Robin said. "Except it would be if I liked a boy."
Ipsen bit his tongue to discourage a comment on the awkwardness of Robin's
first statement, but let it go when she corrected herself. "Hey, I made you
something for your birthday." Robin said. "Beatrix showed me how to crotchet
(it's pronounced 'crow-shay', dang funny French words)."
"I made you something too, I left the box up in your room from earlier in the
morning." Ipsen said.
"Well, come on, let's go up to my room," Robin said, bounding up the dark
staircase. Ipsen whimpered slightly and slowly made his way into the shadowy
corridor.
*`*`*`*`*`*`
They entered her room, a messy and disheveled one at that. The floor was
littered with storybooks and papers from her studies, the shelves were cluttered
with unused and unwanted toys. The only toys she played with was the wooden
sword Blank had made her last year and a stuffed dragon she was given as an
infant. "I think it's over here..." she said and went in search of Ipsen's gift. The
mage picked up the parcel he had left on her bed that morning before they went
out to play. "Here it is!"
Robin held up a small package that was messily wrapped in newspaper and
twine. "I did it last night and my lights were off," Robin said, explaining the
ragged wrapping of the gift.
"Who cares about the wrapping?" Ipsen laughed and handed her his parcel. She
did the same.
"Okay, open it." Robin said, setting aside her usual 'me first' attitude.
"No, you." Ipsen said.
"Hey, I told you first...." Robin retorted in a saucy tone.
"Fine," Ipsen said and quickly ripped apart the wrapping. He unfurled a scarf
that was knitted from a vibrant yellow and lively green yarn, making thick
stripes of alternating colors the whole way down. He looked at the end, running
his finger along the black tassels. "Wow, this is cool." he said with a note of awe,
trying the scarf on for size. He stood up and noticed the ends were well below
his knees, nearly touching the ground. "Thanks! Okay, now you open mine."
"Okay," she said, disposing of the wrapping. Her face lit up with delight when
she examined his gift.
"It's a dream catcher." he said.
"You made it?" Robin asked and ran a finger along the loosely interlaced threads.
Ipsen nodded. "It took me awhile though and my dad helped alot."
It was a simple design, a green branch was tied by a piece of yarn at the top to
make the frame and the network of threads inside were brown and clumsily
knotted around one another, a few multicolored pony beads sat on the delicate
web like drops of plastic dew. At the bottom, another three pieces of yarn were
knotted around themselves, creating six different lengths of string. On each one a
few fluffy white feathers were tied. She looked up to Ipsen. "Are these yours?"
He nodded sheepishly. "Didn't it hurt?" she asked him.
"Oh, I didn't pull 'em out." he quickly said. "They fell out."
"Oh, so you decided to give them to me?" she giggled in a fake tone of offense.
Ipsen nodded. "Yup, next year I'm going to give you my school papers."
"Oh, yeah?" Robin said, "Well, I'm going to give you the hair I pull out of my hair
brush."
"Ooh, I'll keep it as a pet and name it George." Ipsen retorted.
"Yeah, right. Knowing you, you'll freak and say something weird," she laughed.
"Will not, I'll say thank you." Ipsen paused a moment. "Wait, that is weird upon
receiving a wad of hair."
There was a shout from downstairs. "Hey, if you two want some cake, get your
little butts down here!" Zidane yelled playfully.
"All right!" the two chimed together. As they began walking downstairs, Robin
walked in front of Ipsen and turned around to face him.
"Thanks," she said with a smile.
"No problem," Ipsen replied.
"Hey, we're gonna be best buds forever, right?" she said from nowhere.
Ipsen nodded. "Of course," he said brightly.
"You promise?" she asked.
He thought for a moment. "I promise."
"And if you ever like a girl, I'm gonna be the first one you tell, okay?" Robin
continued.
"Why...?"
"Yes or no."
"Alright, you'll be the first to know."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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Author's Note: Ugh, evil short, crappy chapter! Evil!!! Anyhoo, for those
participating in the first annual name that Shakespeare Allusion competition
(sponsored by Dr. Pepper; The Taste Of Originality©)
The reference I made last chapter was Robin's nickname 'Goodfellow' in
reference to Robin Goodfellow (AKA Puck), a shape shifting hobgoblin from 'A
Midsummer's Night Dream', one of Oberon's favorite servants. Yippee.