Disclaimer; I don't own Outlaw Star or any of the characters or any of the other elements of the series. There, that pretty much covers it. However, I do own the characters and situations presented in Boutou Hoshi. If you want to use them, please e-mail me and I'll probably let you do it. Please don't sue me! I've only got some old drawing books and empty pocky boxes anyway so you wouldn't get much. Okay, I'm done.
Dedication; This story is dedicated to the people who've stuck by me for the past three months, especially Jade S., Anime Angel, heehee, barbo-chan, and Trunks. Also, this is dedicated to my friends Legacy Lost, Bishonen no Miko, Tamahome no Miko, Shattered Stars, and (especially!) my sis Blayse! Thanks you guys! ^-^
Notes; All right!! Ch. 6 is out!! Now I can finely put up the part I worked on earlier! ^-^ I realize that this is getting really freaky and weird and I should probably explain things a little better, but the explanation is going to be in the next few chapters . . . I hope . . . starting with this one!
Ooh, Halloween!! My favorite holiday. Okay, so I can't go out to random houses and get candy for simply knocking on a door anymore, but it's still my favorite. I love it, though I have no idea why. Hey, does anyone have a good costume this year? Maybe an anime cosplay? Okay, I'll shut up now. ^-^
Tarian Ch.7: Prisoner
By; Adakie
"No, you can't do this! Let me go!!"
The only answer to his plea was the snarl of a large creature chained to the wall near the cell door. It looked much like a large dog. The thing had large, muscular legs and an almost crocodile like tail swung lazily behind it. It was completely covered in dark black fur and its red, cat like eyes, occasionally blotted by a pair of third eyelids, followed his every move. However, as strange and intimidating as these made the animal, something else stood out more. Nearly ten sets of large teeth and claws glittered like razors in the dim light.
Jim was harshly thrown into the cell. He fell with a thud against the dirt covered concrete skidding a few feet before he finely stopped. He sat up carefully, rubbing his now sore shoulder.
The heavy door shut with a clang and the guards retreated leaving only the snarling creature behind to guard them. Hushed whispers reached his ears and he scanned the large, spacious room apprehensively. The place was nearly filled with people. There were all kinds there; men, women, children, the elderly, people from all walks of life with only one, terrible thing in common. In a corner of the room, one that the other inhabitants were obviously avoiding, was a pile of bodies.
The people that had been brought in with him had disappeared into the crowd, but another person decided to step forward. It was a man with dark hair and brown, piercing eyes. You could tell by the way he carried himself that he had some sort of power here.
"What was that?"
Jim was confused to say the least. "H-huh?"
"What do you think you were doing? If you'd really gotten them angry they'd punish us all! It's what they do. So just keep your comments to yourself kid, if you want to live a little longer."
The man walked away and the crowd of people became quickly disinterested and went back to whatever they had been doing before he'd showed up. All of the sudden Jim felt a hand on his shoulder. Jumping slightly, he found himself staring directly into a pair of deep brown eyes. They belonged to a woman, clearly quite old, who was kneeling beside him.
"Don't worry child, Dieken won't hurt you or anything like that. He's a bit like our leader I guess, trying to look out for everyone as much as possible. He means well, truly he does." She gave him a warm smile, graying brown hair falling into her eyes. "What's your name child?"
"I-it's Jim."
She smiled again, her cheerful expression and kind voice calming him slightly. "Pleased to meat you Jim. You can call me Ka-san[1], everyone else does. Come on now, quit looking like that. This place isn't as bad as it seems."
"But, w-we're locked up here! L-like prisoners!"
Her smile fell into a slight frown and her eyes lost a bit of their sparkle. "If they hadn't have brought us here, the people in the streets would have killed us. Believe me, I know. This is the best situation for us now and the only place where we have even half a chance of surviving. Be glad child, be glad they didn't do to you what they did to him."
Jim dropped his head into his hands. "I just don't understand any of this."
~Owarii~
[1] Ka-san; A fairly respective term for Mother (Japanese).
Gee, that was kinda short huh? Oh well, at least I got it out quick. ~*Please be a responsible reader and review!*~ ^-^