Author's Note: Heya all! It's DAY back in the land of the living! Soz about the wait, but I had a bunch of new ideas for fics and stuff, so I was like, 'great! Let's get started right away!' Hence why I now have about 4 more fics with only two or three chapters. So, now that my apology is out of the way, here's some more author's comments!
One question, striker. I don't mean this to sound rude or anything, but I'm just curious. If there isn't really a scene that you like, or that sticks out in your mind, why do you keep reading and reviewing? Just a question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Unfortunately, my computer isn't working well at the moment, and won't let me see the reviews, so I can't remember anything else I was going to say.
Yes I can! Sorry for the mix-up about the whole Strouten thing. I got the whole idea for this story from an RP me and a couple other people were doing on neoseeker.com. Newayz, when I started writing this story, way back when, I still used all the original names from the RP. So now I'm totally re-writing the story, and I've changed the names too. Here's a little key in case I forget and mess up again.
Strouten = Sonari
Mitsunari = Yani
Purple (don't ask me, not my character) = Rigana
Celina = Sil-alia
Um . . . I think that's all. Newayz, sorry about the wait. And to make it even worse, this is a short chapter too. But enjoy. Those of you who are Sonari fans will like this one. His angsty side comes through yet again.
Another Encounter"Where are you going?" Sonari yelled after Yani. After the show had finished, Yani started to run off somewhere. Well, maybe not run, but walk very fast, at the very least. A thought flashed through his mind. "Soa! You're not going to see that Rigana, are you?" He could just see the top of Yani's head through the dissipating crowd. He was heading off in a direction different to the rest of the people who had come to see the show. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. He always did. It was annoying, but handy when they were in a new place.
Yani walked backstage and out of the large and extravagant tent through a flap in the back. He walked with confidence and ease, Sonari less sure of where to follow in the maze of smaller dressing, make-up, costume and preparation tents that were still there. A group of about 5 giggling young Wingly girls pushed in front of Sonari, and by the time they had gone, he couldn't see any trace of Yani. He cursed vilely walked in the general direction of where he had last seen his friend. But he walked slower now, and paid more attention to his surroundings. His acute fighter's ears picked up soft steps behind him, and a rustling of fabric. Surely there was someone following him . . .
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Sil-alia came off-stage at the end of the show exhausted and sweaty. Her blonde hair stuck to her face and forehead as she walked away from the stage. She walked out of the tent and shivered as the cool September wind blew against her wet skin. The fact that her costume was next to nothing didn't help either. She couldn't wait to get back to the tent that had been designated for her, take off this idiotic costume, take a nice, long, hot bath and forget about the encounter earlier that day.
The encounter with that Human. What was his name? Sonari? That sounded about right. The one who had beaten her so badly that she was downright embarrassed. Then he had to come to the show and sit near the front. Sil-alia found her thought turning towards his mysterious powers that seemed more like magic than anything else, but couldn't possibly be, right?
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she turned a corner and found herself facing the back of a familiar dull, yellow-brown coat. Her breath caught in her throat at having to face Sonari so soon after such a humiliating defeat just earlier that day. Without pausing to think about the consequences, she turned abruptly and ran back the way she came.
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Sonari whirled around in time to see a flash of golden hair and rustling aqua material before it turned a corner. But that glimpse wasn't enough to tell him exactly who was spying on him. He chased whoever it was down the hall. She was fast, but he was faster. When he caught her, she grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face him. And he found himself facing the Wingly warrior.
He managed to force his features into a sneer. "So, the pathetic fighter decided to become a pathetic dancer, too?" he said in a mocking tone. He stared down menacingly at her, but she stood tall with a defiant gleam in her eyes. He started to walk towards her, and chuckled when she backed up into the wall behind her. "Well, at least you're better at something than fighting."
"A compliment?" Sil-alia asked skeptically as her eyebrows raised in surprise. Right now she didn't trust anything he said.
"No. I never said you were good. I just said that you are a better dancer than you are a fighter. But then again, I've seen two-year-olds that have more skill with a sword than you have."
By now, Sil-alia's anger was getting the better of her, and her pride was clouding her judgment. "Why, you . . ." she spluttered as she raised her hand to slap his face.
But Sonari was prepared. When her hand was a fraction of an inch away from his face, he caught her wrist and held it there. They stared deep into each other's eyes; he saw all the more the brave defiance in her eyes that his people treasured and a personality trait; she was amazed by the wall he put up behind his eyes, and the fact that she couldn't discern any of his feelings whatsoever.
Suddenly, Sonari grasped her wrist tight, grabbed her other arm and pulled her closer to him. Sil-alia found it difficult to hide her shock that she was now in such close quarters to him. He leant over and whispered softly in her ear. "Don't cross me. Be careful not to make any stupid mistakes. Believe me when I say that you don't want me for an enemy."
Then, as if to reiterate his point, he pushed her away and twisted her wrist cruelly. She cried out in pain as involuntary drops of moisture flew across the hall. Sonari turned on his heel and walked away without another word.
After he left, Sil-alia let herself slide down the wall, cradling her wrist and trying not to cry.
Author's Note: voila! Like I said, one angsty little Sonari there, eh? For way of updates, I think I'm going to go with one of my FF8 fics, then maybe my pokémon fic, then this one again. Maybe. I'm also working on a Gundam wing fic that I'm going to totally finish before I post it. Partly because I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the plot line yet. Newayz, please review on your way out! TTFN! Ta ta for now!