HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY! *Glomps Harry Potter* Have some grass Every Flavor Beans! They're good! ^__^
No reveiws. No one to thank. *Sniff* 8_8
NOTES: From now on, I will refer to the worlds people are on by a) A name, if it has one, or b) the name of the series/book/game/anime/ect. that it's from. For example, the world Neko is on will be refered to as 'Belgariad'. (If a world has multipul series, I will use the best name- like Begariad insted of Malloreon)
QUIZ! ^___^ Take it and see who YOU are! Made it myself, and the results 'Anzu' and 'Neko' have pics! I'm working on a Takeo one right now. "http://quizilla.com/users/AlanaHikariChan/quizzes/Which%20Character%20from%20Experimental%2C%20a%20Kingdom%20Hearts%20fanfic%2C%20are%20you%3F"
'Japanese' is known as 'Nihongo'. Which is Japanese for 'Japanese Language'. Japanese people are 'Nihonjin.'
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Experimental
Kurayami: Part Three
A Place Unknown
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~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~
"Oni?"
"Yeah?"
"You won't let Ansem hurt us, right?"
"That's right, Takeo."
"Good. I don't want Anzu-chan of Neko-chan hurt."
"No one will get hurt, Takeo. I'll make sure of it."
"Even though Ansem's gone, he's still here."
"... Yeah..."
"I wonder what he looks like?"
"... Hmm..."
"Will you help me with this book I found? It's really neat, but it has a lot of hard words."
"Okay, Takeo."
"Thanks, Oni! You're my favorite niisan ever!"
"I'm your only niisan, silly."
"You're still my favorite."
"... Thank you."
*******
~~~~~ Belgariad
Neko slips on a smooth, round pebble, scraping her hands on the rough gravel of the road as she slaps the ground to stop any damage.
"KUSO! Kred, eteud-baka-nadynt pebble!" Standing up, she raises an eyebrow at the raised eyebrow adorning Silk's face. "What?'
"Just..." He grins. "Intresting swear words."
"Oh. That." She smile ruefully. "Nihongo, I've always known, and Al Bhed I learned from a friend of mine. I probably shouldn't swear so much, and both Yunie and Aerith have scolded me about it, but I spend so much time with Cid, Leon, and Cloud that they shouldn't even bother." Frowning a little, she sweeps some of her more wild bangs to the side. "I wonder how Takeo's holding up. I should have given more warning... He's tough. He can take it."
*... Kitten, I know you never learned to watch your mouth, but... Please... You don't need to spill every moment of your life on the drop of a coin.*
Neko blushes slightly at the pained tone of the voice. "Er, sorry for chattering, Silk. All the girls back home were all for talking openly about everything." She rubs the back of her neck under her braid in mild embarrasment. Silk grins.
"Oh, it's just fine. I've known a few people who talk so crypticaly that you can't make heads or tails of what they mean, people who shower you with thees, thous, and forasmuches, and people who don't talk period. It's nice to have normal company for once." They walk up to a small iorn gate in the back of the city, the guards takeing a quick looks at Silk before letting them go through.
"Now, I wouldn't say that I'm NORMAL, exactly." Neko grins slightly at Silk before looking avidly around at the strange city. ::Thanks and gomen, voice.::
The voice remains silent.
*******
Note: In this next part, I know I plagurized from Fantasy Thunder. Just consider it a compliment of the highest form to that wonderful FF cross-over. ^_^;;
*******
~~~~~ Bastion
"I heard that Neko went off on her own."
Takeo jerks slightly at the unexpeted voice, then relaxes slightly as he turns to nod to Sephiroth. "Yeah."
"How are you takeing it? You two are pretty close."
"Mmm..." Takeo shrugs. "I'll be fine."
Sephiroth raises an eyebrow sceptically, but lets it pass. "Don't do anything silly, Takeo. Remember what I told you?"
Takeo smiles wryly. "There are three things in life that kill you- Stupidity, treachary, and midless drones. You were killed by Cloud, AKA a mindless drone."
"Good boy. You remembered. I was also killed by my stupidity- thinking I could really become a god, quite impossible, I see now- and by treachary, that of the traitors who ran from trouble." He smiles rather ruefuly. "Cloud still won't let me meet his daughter, you know." Sighing, he shrugs.
Takeo smiles encourageingly at Sephiroth. "Well, at least me and Neko know you're not still bad. And us experiments have to stick together."
Letting out a short laugh, Sephiroth walks down the hall away from Takeo. Wandering in the other direction, Takeo doesn't even notice that he's heading towards Neko's room until he's standing in front of the door.
Blinking, he shakes his head, shrugs, pushes the door open, and looks around.
In one corner of the silver-and-lavender themed room are the weighted practice weapons Neko uses, the throwing knives, and her supply of healing potions. Right next to them, the white-painted bed with its silvery comforter remains unmade, as always. On the other side of the bed is Neko's bookcase, the top two shelves covered with little knick-knacks and junk. In the very corner is the mahogany roll-top desk Aerith dug out from an unkown corner of a storage room, open and also mostly covered with junk except for the very center, where Neko's journal resides. The next wall is taken up by a large window, looking out on Riseing Falls, with a crystal suncatcher hanging in front of it, casting rainbows over the room in the late afternoon sun. The one wall left is dominated by a large closet, the door hanging open to reveal the chaos within, Neko's random sketches pinned around it against the almost-lavender wall.
Takeo sighs, and again without thinking walks to between the bed and the bookcase, fingering the hidden latch to open the panel there. He slips quietly through the passeges, his slim frame easily fitting through the narrower areas, untill he reaches where Oni used to sleep, six years ago.
With a shock, Takeo realizes they never came back to see what he might have left.
The small, bare cubby, lined on the floor with fliched blankets, has only three things in it. A small, leather-bound grey book, the bookmark halfway hanging out, a spare dagger, and a black journal. The latter is what draws Takeo's attention. Picking it up, he begins to read.
Nearly an hour later, he closes it with a snap, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. His hands tremble faintly as he sets the journal to the side.
"Kami-sama..." he says, barely breathing the oath, his voice cracking. "Why didn't I *see*?..."
A wave of tiredness sweeps over him, and he drops off to a troubled sleep.
And, once again, he dreams.
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Y'know, I think this is my best chapter so far. And I'm leaving for California tomorrow. I don't know how much I'll be able to update in the twoo weeks I'll be gone, so don't hold your breath. I wouldn't want to lose some readers to suffocation. And, as always, reveiw. It might get me to write faster.
No reveiws. No one to thank. *Sniff* 8_8
NOTES: From now on, I will refer to the worlds people are on by a) A name, if it has one, or b) the name of the series/book/game/anime/ect. that it's from. For example, the world Neko is on will be refered to as 'Belgariad'. (If a world has multipul series, I will use the best name- like Begariad insted of Malloreon)
QUIZ! ^___^ Take it and see who YOU are! Made it myself, and the results 'Anzu' and 'Neko' have pics! I'm working on a Takeo one right now. "http://quizilla.com/users/AlanaHikariChan/quizzes/Which%20Character%20from%20Experimental%2C%20a%20Kingdom%20Hearts%20fanfic%2C%20are%20you%3F"
'Japanese' is known as 'Nihongo'. Which is Japanese for 'Japanese Language'. Japanese people are 'Nihonjin.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Experimental
Kurayami: Part Three
A Place Unknown
*********************
~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~
"Oni?"
"Yeah?"
"You won't let Ansem hurt us, right?"
"That's right, Takeo."
"Good. I don't want Anzu-chan of Neko-chan hurt."
"No one will get hurt, Takeo. I'll make sure of it."
"Even though Ansem's gone, he's still here."
"... Yeah..."
"I wonder what he looks like?"
"... Hmm..."
"Will you help me with this book I found? It's really neat, but it has a lot of hard words."
"Okay, Takeo."
"Thanks, Oni! You're my favorite niisan ever!"
"I'm your only niisan, silly."
"You're still my favorite."
"... Thank you."
*******
~~~~~ Belgariad
Neko slips on a smooth, round pebble, scraping her hands on the rough gravel of the road as she slaps the ground to stop any damage.
"KUSO! Kred, eteud-baka-nadynt pebble!" Standing up, she raises an eyebrow at the raised eyebrow adorning Silk's face. "What?'
"Just..." He grins. "Intresting swear words."
"Oh. That." She smile ruefully. "Nihongo, I've always known, and Al Bhed I learned from a friend of mine. I probably shouldn't swear so much, and both Yunie and Aerith have scolded me about it, but I spend so much time with Cid, Leon, and Cloud that they shouldn't even bother." Frowning a little, she sweeps some of her more wild bangs to the side. "I wonder how Takeo's holding up. I should have given more warning... He's tough. He can take it."
*... Kitten, I know you never learned to watch your mouth, but... Please... You don't need to spill every moment of your life on the drop of a coin.*
Neko blushes slightly at the pained tone of the voice. "Er, sorry for chattering, Silk. All the girls back home were all for talking openly about everything." She rubs the back of her neck under her braid in mild embarrasment. Silk grins.
"Oh, it's just fine. I've known a few people who talk so crypticaly that you can't make heads or tails of what they mean, people who shower you with thees, thous, and forasmuches, and people who don't talk period. It's nice to have normal company for once." They walk up to a small iorn gate in the back of the city, the guards takeing a quick looks at Silk before letting them go through.
"Now, I wouldn't say that I'm NORMAL, exactly." Neko grins slightly at Silk before looking avidly around at the strange city. ::Thanks and gomen, voice.::
The voice remains silent.
*******
Note: In this next part, I know I plagurized from Fantasy Thunder. Just consider it a compliment of the highest form to that wonderful FF cross-over. ^_^;;
*******
~~~~~ Bastion
"I heard that Neko went off on her own."
Takeo jerks slightly at the unexpeted voice, then relaxes slightly as he turns to nod to Sephiroth. "Yeah."
"How are you takeing it? You two are pretty close."
"Mmm..." Takeo shrugs. "I'll be fine."
Sephiroth raises an eyebrow sceptically, but lets it pass. "Don't do anything silly, Takeo. Remember what I told you?"
Takeo smiles wryly. "There are three things in life that kill you- Stupidity, treachary, and midless drones. You were killed by Cloud, AKA a mindless drone."
"Good boy. You remembered. I was also killed by my stupidity- thinking I could really become a god, quite impossible, I see now- and by treachary, that of the traitors who ran from trouble." He smiles rather ruefuly. "Cloud still won't let me meet his daughter, you know." Sighing, he shrugs.
Takeo smiles encourageingly at Sephiroth. "Well, at least me and Neko know you're not still bad. And us experiments have to stick together."
Letting out a short laugh, Sephiroth walks down the hall away from Takeo. Wandering in the other direction, Takeo doesn't even notice that he's heading towards Neko's room until he's standing in front of the door.
Blinking, he shakes his head, shrugs, pushes the door open, and looks around.
In one corner of the silver-and-lavender themed room are the weighted practice weapons Neko uses, the throwing knives, and her supply of healing potions. Right next to them, the white-painted bed with its silvery comforter remains unmade, as always. On the other side of the bed is Neko's bookcase, the top two shelves covered with little knick-knacks and junk. In the very corner is the mahogany roll-top desk Aerith dug out from an unkown corner of a storage room, open and also mostly covered with junk except for the very center, where Neko's journal resides. The next wall is taken up by a large window, looking out on Riseing Falls, with a crystal suncatcher hanging in front of it, casting rainbows over the room in the late afternoon sun. The one wall left is dominated by a large closet, the door hanging open to reveal the chaos within, Neko's random sketches pinned around it against the almost-lavender wall.
Takeo sighs, and again without thinking walks to between the bed and the bookcase, fingering the hidden latch to open the panel there. He slips quietly through the passeges, his slim frame easily fitting through the narrower areas, untill he reaches where Oni used to sleep, six years ago.
With a shock, Takeo realizes they never came back to see what he might have left.
The small, bare cubby, lined on the floor with fliched blankets, has only three things in it. A small, leather-bound grey book, the bookmark halfway hanging out, a spare dagger, and a black journal. The latter is what draws Takeo's attention. Picking it up, he begins to read.
Nearly an hour later, he closes it with a snap, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. His hands tremble faintly as he sets the journal to the side.
"Kami-sama..." he says, barely breathing the oath, his voice cracking. "Why didn't I *see*?..."
A wave of tiredness sweeps over him, and he drops off to a troubled sleep.
And, once again, he dreams.
***************************
Y'know, I think this is my best chapter so far. And I'm leaving for California tomorrow. I don't know how much I'll be able to update in the twoo weeks I'll be gone, so don't hold your breath. I wouldn't want to lose some readers to suffocation. And, as always, reveiw. It might get me to write faster.
