Well, remember last chappie's questions? I've decided against the Yaoi/Yuri stuff, since everyone seemed doubtful of it, and I figure canon, Miru/Neko, and Riku/Anima will be more than enough for my story. I'll save the mega-fluffy romance for 'Flowers'... If I ever update it... ^_^;; But, since no one had problems with lack of hate for Ansem-ou-baka-kun, I'll allow 'Wire and Rain' to affect my viewpoint.
Also, for lack of questions in reviews, I'll quickly run over Takeo's outfit: Past and Present in my end notes. *laugh* I'll do anything to boost word count, won't I?
Note: Hammerspace is in full effect in my story as a place such things as Keyblades, healing potions, and (You guessed it!) mallets can disappear to. Also, a few anime rules work for on top of the |WALLS|- well, if not rules, emotions, like sweatdrops, ^_^, and anime falls. But they will otherwise not be in effect. (This doesn't applied to Niji, though... He'll '^_^' anywhere and anywhen he wants to.)
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Reviewers: SamaraRose7 (*Giggle* You really do like it? Thanks! ^_^ And thank you for saying I should write what I like. ^_^) Maji the Blue Mage (I hope the site is useful. It gives me a headache. And thanks for the reply to my question! ^_^ You can see the results...)
Warnings: Jump in time in Neko's area- actually, everyone was ahead of her, but it'll seem like Neko is jumping ahead of everyone time-wise. Don't worry, it'll work out. Also, a slightly whiny Takeo. Although you have to admit his life hasn't been easy lately... Oh, and if ya squint real hard and tilt your head right, some shounen-ai-like stuff that leads nowhere is hidden a few segments.
Disclaimer: I own all ENEG except Miru. I own Anzu, Neko, Takeo, and Oni. I own the idea and the plot. I don't own anyone or anything someone else created
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Experimental
Kurayami: Part Twelve
Nothing's Pure
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~~~~~|WALLS|
"Huh?!" Sora's wide blue eyes meet Niji's smiling ones as the guide twirls the mallet over his fingers and pops it out of that particular plane of existence.
"Well, he has the Dreams, and we dunno where Miru went, so we figured we could get him to figure it out. Anyway, he was talking too much." Niji shrugs. "He'll be fine, don't worry."
Oka rolls his eyes. "No, he won't be, he'll have a horrible headache. I should know, Niji's hit ME enough times. Why didn't you just use Sleepel, Niji?"
"Er..." Niji chews on the nail of his thumb thoughtfully. "Because... I didn't want to carry a sleeping, drooling teen?"
Oka slaps his forehead and mutters something under his breath. Zeff, not quite as used to Niji's impulsiveness, slowly edges away from the blond. Sora just blinks.
:: Isn't that what you're going to have to do anyway?...::
Zeff puts Sora's mental question into words, and Niji grins.
"Oh, I charmed the mallet so anyone knocked out by it won't drool." Niji beams at everyone.
Everyone anime-falls.
"I don't know why I put up with you, sometimes," Oka sighs. Rubbing his forehead, he notices that the effort needed to hold Takeo on the Wall is growing. "Hey, I'm straining here. I wasn't supposed to be supporting anyone but me here, and that's a lot less work. Can we pop out somewhere?..."
Zeff blinks at the rapidly graying face of his fellow guide, and nods. "Niji, you knocked the boy out. You can carry him. We'll go to Graziar- since both Takeo and Sora are following the same Path, it should be no problem." He turns in a direction, motioning for everyone to follow. "Come, and Sora... Please try not to draw too many conclusions from what Takeo has told you. Not until we figure out how to fix this mess we're developing."
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~~~~~ Dream
^Fix this mess...^
"Mmph... Headache..." Takeo rubs his forehead, dropping heavily to the flat plane beneath him.
"Constant vigilance, Takeo. How many times have I told you that?" Sephiroth's deep, calm voice reverberates oddly around the startled boy. Takeo, after blinking for a moment, smiles tiredly up at the man.
"Oh, hey. What're you doing here?" he inquires.
"Don't ask ME. This is your dream, isn't it?" Sephiroth smiles. "I'm just a reconstructed memory. Someone out there needs to lead you around by the nose, and I'm just the once-evil now-reclusive guy to do it."
"... I'm not even going to ask."
"Good idea."
"....."
"Well? Aren't you going to ask me anything? Where I'm going to lead you, why someone out there summoned up me and not someone else, what's the meaning of life?"
"... Not today. I just want to take a quick break from life right now." A weary sigh escapes his lips. "It's been so confusing, and I'm so tired. And these Dreams... They're not exactly restful, ne? What I wouldn't give for a normal sleep, for once. Or a normal life..."
Kneeling down beside him, Sephiroth places a sympathetic hand on Takeo's bare shoulder. "Hey, kid, cheer up some. Cloud and Leon are supposed to be the gloom and doom guys around the Bastion. And just because you're not actually AT our Hallow Bastion doesn't mean you're allowed to take their place." The apparition of Takeo's friend frowns. "Hey, your skin is icier than Neko-chan's. Are you alright?"
"Iie..." He lets out the negative sound in an unhappy moan. "I've had nothing but Dreams for the last week, so I haven't had more than three hours of REAL sleep a night. I just found out everything about my brother that I thought was right was really wrong. My sister LEFT me, with barely more than a mention of me in her good-bye. A bunch of strange guys dragged me off into another world, let me meet my father, let me make a fool of myself, and then let me fall asleep and have ANOTHER Dream. And to top it off, my head hurts!"
Sephiroth lets out a small, sympathetic laugh. "Okay, so you have a reason to be moody and such. But your skin is STILL colder than it should be..."
"I'm always cold, during a Dream. I've gotten used to it." Takeo shrugs.
Sephiroth gives a small glare. "You shouldn't accept something until after it's proven unchangeable by normal or abnormal means." He pulls off his red-lined trench coat, draping it over Takeo. "Better?"
"Oh..." Takeo sighs happily as warmth sweeps over his skin, and pulls the coat on more firmly. "How can a memory have such a WARM coat?" He pauses, muses over the last sentence. "Don't answer that, Seph."
"Wasn't planning to." He slides fluidly from his crouch to a comfortable sitting position and puts a companionable arm around Takeo. "Do you mind if I tell Higher Up to bugger of and give you a good night's sleep?"
"Oh, would you?" Takeo smiles gratefully up at him. "I'm so tired..."
The memory of Sephiroth looks nowhere, then smiles down at the boy. "Go on to sleep, you idiot kid. It's all takes care of. Although Higher Up is a bit surprised that a mere construct has so much personality..." He trails off as Takeo starts to snore softly. "......Kawaii little brat. Sweet dreams, my idiot."
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~~~~~ Belgariad
"Here, straighten up some, and really PLANT those feet firmly." Neko patiently corrects the three-year-old's stance. "Now, keep both hands where I marked on the stick, and swing."
Geran nods, biting his lower lip and swinging his stick down. Neko claps her hands.
"That's wonderful! I've only been working with you for a week, and you're already better than Lani-chan!" She grins. "Now, keep the same stance, but swing harder and faster." She pulls a little swirl of ice up from the ground. "Try to hit that hard enough to break either your stick or the ice, but without changing how you swing."
"Alright..." He swings down as hard as he can, chipping off the end of the stick. His eyes widen. "W-wow! I did it!"
Neko smiles as the boy hugs her around the neck. "Well, that's it for today, Geran-kun. I need to practice with Dark-san. But you can watch, if you like!"
"Yay!" He runs over to a bench underneath a young oak tree, clambering on to it as Dark Magician Girl steps up to Neko.
They bow to each other, the Duel Monster's armor clinking musically, then back slightly away. Neko forms her dark Broken Heart keyblade in her right hand, clasps it with her left hand as well, bracing her feet.
"No magic?" she calls out to Dark Magician Girl.
"No magic," the girl confirms in her musical voice.
Neko darts forward so fast Geran can barely see her, but Dark Magician Girl does nothing, simply standing with her eyes closed. Then, just as Neko is about to land the first hit, the swirl-topped staff appears in the blond's hands, and Dark Magician Girl ducks under the sideways swing. She quickly thrusts up in an attack that would knock the breath out of Neko if it hits, but Neko twirls back, the long trailing ribbons tying off her shirt fluttering around her.
A small crowd starts to form around the edge of the garden as the servants pause in their work.
They lunge back and forth, using almost every move they know, never landing a blow, until-
The crowd gasps as Dark Magician Girl skids on a wet patch, and Neko manages to clip the side of her helmet on the pink patch there. The gasping blond slips and falls to the ground, and Neko places the tip of her keyblade to Dark Magician Girl's throat.
"I win... Again." Neko smiles smugly, then lets the Broken Heart fade from her hand. Dark Magician Girl grimaces slightly and grasps it, letting Neko pull her to her feet.
"Itai..." The blond rubs the side of her head. "If it wasn't for that wet patch, I would've won."
Neko laughs. "Actually, you were getting close! I was surprised by how much you've already improved."
"Kitten, please be more careful when your real journey starts." The faint voice is tinged by worry. "Soon, you will not have the luxury of battles with nothing at stake."
Shocked, Neko turns to see a slender boy barely taller than her gazing worriedly at her through blue and purple eyes, his pale face half obscured by soft platinum blond strands.
"V-Voice?!" She steps forward, then steps back, uncertain. A flicker of sadness crosses his eyes.
"Kitten, please stop calling me Voice. My name is Miru."
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Mickey hits his forehead against his gloved hand. "Argh! LP, did he give you any idea what he was going to do?"
^I do not know. He only told me he was calling in the favor, told me how to run the tests, gave me a few important points about the tests he's run, and then his presence vanished. ^ The dry voice pauses for a moment. ^ More reports are coming in- this time from Marjani and Nami. They're having a bit of trouble with Kairi...^
The ruler mutters under his breath. "Miru has been running things since he began his nonexistence. Why would he run off now?! He knows everything important- more than the rest of us combined. And we're nearing the ultimate choice!" He starts to pace frantically. "What I wouldn't give to have him back here... I need him! He's one of the key points!"
^Mickey, calm down. It's not the end of the universe. I do know how to run this sort of thing from behind the scenes. And now that my own world-circle is resolved in of itself, I'm open to help out. ^
"Well... I know that, but... You're just not Miru."
^You think I don't know that? ^ A hint of exasperation creeps into the voice of the Light Prophesy's voice. ^But I'm the best you've got. And the only Guides that need special help right now are Niji- and Oka can deal with him- And Aku, whom Shiru can deal with. Zeff, Nami, Marjani, Anima, they can all deal with almost anything heading their way. So all I'm really doing is telling them what might be heading their way, and what would be the best idea for them to do. ^
Sighing, Mickey rubs a temple. "I guess... I guess I'm just over-reacting a bit. He's just... He's been around since I started this. He's a very good friend, and it's hard to work without him nearby."
^You know... ^
"What?"
^It's been nine years since you took a vacation. You should go back to Disney Castle, see your wife, Donald, Goofy, Chip and Dale... I can handle things for a few days without you hovering over my theoretical shoulder. Maybe you won't be so tense when you come back to discover the universe still exists. ^
"Has it really been nine years since I saw Minnie?" Mickey's voice is a bit wistful. "It seems so much longer..." He pauses for a minute, then summons his golden Royalty Keyblade. "I think I'll do that. See you soon, LP!" Waving jauntily, Mickey uses the Royalty Keyblade to open a portal, then steps through.
^See you soon, King Mickey. ^
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Oni gasps as he comes out of the oblivious nothingness of Aku being in total control, all pain gone from his body.
"Iie..."
He rips the blinding piece of cloth away from his face, eyes flickering between horrified blue-violet and furious red. "No... Not again... They CAN'T have!"
"Oni?..." Ansem slowly walks towards the boy, worry in his voice. "What's going on?"
Oni scrabbles away, falling, tears leaking from his wild eyes. "Don't touch me! Iie..."
Ansem ignores Oni's warning, reaching out a hand to hold the boy's arm, only to be knocked back by a wave of pure black energy.
"DON'T..." Oni's face contorts into something between rage and absolute fear, darkness rippling over his skin. "TOUCH..." The solid jet eyes flicker- "ME!!"
Ansem flinches back as a wave of lashing darkness surrounds the boy, wracking sobs sounding out from the center of the mass of black. He casts a uncertain glance at Shiru, the Guide's copper eyes sad in an otherwise impassive face.
"Don't do anything, Ansem. He is in a great deal of spiritual pain, although of a different type than what pained him before." Shiru shakes his head. "I wish Aku would not manipulate him so."
Ansem backs away from the wild energy. "What's wrong with him?" he whispers, fear in his cinnamon eyes.
"The Heartless..." The broken voice drifts out of the fading darkness. "They took another world... So many people are dead..." The darkness fades away entirely, Oni huddled on the ground, his jet eyes downcast as they fade back to the crystal blue. "Gomen nasai, Ansem-sama. I did not mean to lose my control. Please forgive me."
Ansem remains silent.
TBC
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Iie: No
Gomen nasai: Sorry
Ergh... It's long, but I feel like it's missing something... And I can't get that last bit to sound right to me. *Glares at baka muses* I wish they would help, but NO, they're all fighting over Inuyasha-chan and Sesshy-sama.
Muses: Er... ^_^;;
So, the Booster for this chapter: Takeo's outfit!
Well, way, way, WAY back when, it was grey-green pants, a greeny-yellow shirt, and an olive-green jacket. Can we say "Bor-ing?" Then it evolved to having *Gasp* Three belts! And the jacket draped over the shoulder!
Yawn-a-delic... -_-
Then, one day during my 'Cat-girls/boys' phase, I drew a purdy cat-boy with silver-streaked brown hair, and Malik's clothing. (You know, the latest YuGiOh baddie?) And then I said, "Hey! That looks neat and not-boring!"
Then, following the idea, I went on to a Takeo with a wine-red tank, black pants, and three belts. He also looked more like a girl than Kuja (FFIX). *Grimace* But... I liked the idea.
Now, he has a hooded light violet tank top, purple-tinted black flares, and those three belts again, in shades of blue and purple. Who can say Major Difference? From my starting point, I mean.
Now THAT was a waste of time...
Well, please review, minna-dono. I need to go clean my room, so ja ne!...
Also, for lack of questions in reviews, I'll quickly run over Takeo's outfit: Past and Present in my end notes. *laugh* I'll do anything to boost word count, won't I?
Note: Hammerspace is in full effect in my story as a place such things as Keyblades, healing potions, and (You guessed it!) mallets can disappear to. Also, a few anime rules work for on top of the |WALLS|- well, if not rules, emotions, like sweatdrops, ^_^, and anime falls. But they will otherwise not be in effect. (This doesn't applied to Niji, though... He'll '^_^' anywhere and anywhen he wants to.)
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Reviewers: SamaraRose7 (*Giggle* You really do like it? Thanks! ^_^ And thank you for saying I should write what I like. ^_^) Maji the Blue Mage (I hope the site is useful. It gives me a headache. And thanks for the reply to my question! ^_^ You can see the results...)
Warnings: Jump in time in Neko's area- actually, everyone was ahead of her, but it'll seem like Neko is jumping ahead of everyone time-wise. Don't worry, it'll work out. Also, a slightly whiny Takeo. Although you have to admit his life hasn't been easy lately... Oh, and if ya squint real hard and tilt your head right, some shounen-ai-like stuff that leads nowhere is hidden a few segments.
Disclaimer: I own all ENEG except Miru. I own Anzu, Neko, Takeo, and Oni. I own the idea and the plot. I don't own anyone or anything someone else created
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Experimental
Kurayami: Part Twelve
Nothing's Pure
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~~~~~|WALLS|
"Huh?!" Sora's wide blue eyes meet Niji's smiling ones as the guide twirls the mallet over his fingers and pops it out of that particular plane of existence.
"Well, he has the Dreams, and we dunno where Miru went, so we figured we could get him to figure it out. Anyway, he was talking too much." Niji shrugs. "He'll be fine, don't worry."
Oka rolls his eyes. "No, he won't be, he'll have a horrible headache. I should know, Niji's hit ME enough times. Why didn't you just use Sleepel, Niji?"
"Er..." Niji chews on the nail of his thumb thoughtfully. "Because... I didn't want to carry a sleeping, drooling teen?"
Oka slaps his forehead and mutters something under his breath. Zeff, not quite as used to Niji's impulsiveness, slowly edges away from the blond. Sora just blinks.
:: Isn't that what you're going to have to do anyway?...::
Zeff puts Sora's mental question into words, and Niji grins.
"Oh, I charmed the mallet so anyone knocked out by it won't drool." Niji beams at everyone.
Everyone anime-falls.
"I don't know why I put up with you, sometimes," Oka sighs. Rubbing his forehead, he notices that the effort needed to hold Takeo on the Wall is growing. "Hey, I'm straining here. I wasn't supposed to be supporting anyone but me here, and that's a lot less work. Can we pop out somewhere?..."
Zeff blinks at the rapidly graying face of his fellow guide, and nods. "Niji, you knocked the boy out. You can carry him. We'll go to Graziar- since both Takeo and Sora are following the same Path, it should be no problem." He turns in a direction, motioning for everyone to follow. "Come, and Sora... Please try not to draw too many conclusions from what Takeo has told you. Not until we figure out how to fix this mess we're developing."
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~~~~~ Dream
^Fix this mess...^
"Mmph... Headache..." Takeo rubs his forehead, dropping heavily to the flat plane beneath him.
"Constant vigilance, Takeo. How many times have I told you that?" Sephiroth's deep, calm voice reverberates oddly around the startled boy. Takeo, after blinking for a moment, smiles tiredly up at the man.
"Oh, hey. What're you doing here?" he inquires.
"Don't ask ME. This is your dream, isn't it?" Sephiroth smiles. "I'm just a reconstructed memory. Someone out there needs to lead you around by the nose, and I'm just the once-evil now-reclusive guy to do it."
"... I'm not even going to ask."
"Good idea."
"....."
"Well? Aren't you going to ask me anything? Where I'm going to lead you, why someone out there summoned up me and not someone else, what's the meaning of life?"
"... Not today. I just want to take a quick break from life right now." A weary sigh escapes his lips. "It's been so confusing, and I'm so tired. And these Dreams... They're not exactly restful, ne? What I wouldn't give for a normal sleep, for once. Or a normal life..."
Kneeling down beside him, Sephiroth places a sympathetic hand on Takeo's bare shoulder. "Hey, kid, cheer up some. Cloud and Leon are supposed to be the gloom and doom guys around the Bastion. And just because you're not actually AT our Hallow Bastion doesn't mean you're allowed to take their place." The apparition of Takeo's friend frowns. "Hey, your skin is icier than Neko-chan's. Are you alright?"
"Iie..." He lets out the negative sound in an unhappy moan. "I've had nothing but Dreams for the last week, so I haven't had more than three hours of REAL sleep a night. I just found out everything about my brother that I thought was right was really wrong. My sister LEFT me, with barely more than a mention of me in her good-bye. A bunch of strange guys dragged me off into another world, let me meet my father, let me make a fool of myself, and then let me fall asleep and have ANOTHER Dream. And to top it off, my head hurts!"
Sephiroth lets out a small, sympathetic laugh. "Okay, so you have a reason to be moody and such. But your skin is STILL colder than it should be..."
"I'm always cold, during a Dream. I've gotten used to it." Takeo shrugs.
Sephiroth gives a small glare. "You shouldn't accept something until after it's proven unchangeable by normal or abnormal means." He pulls off his red-lined trench coat, draping it over Takeo. "Better?"
"Oh..." Takeo sighs happily as warmth sweeps over his skin, and pulls the coat on more firmly. "How can a memory have such a WARM coat?" He pauses, muses over the last sentence. "Don't answer that, Seph."
"Wasn't planning to." He slides fluidly from his crouch to a comfortable sitting position and puts a companionable arm around Takeo. "Do you mind if I tell Higher Up to bugger of and give you a good night's sleep?"
"Oh, would you?" Takeo smiles gratefully up at him. "I'm so tired..."
The memory of Sephiroth looks nowhere, then smiles down at the boy. "Go on to sleep, you idiot kid. It's all takes care of. Although Higher Up is a bit surprised that a mere construct has so much personality..." He trails off as Takeo starts to snore softly. "......Kawaii little brat. Sweet dreams, my idiot."
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~~~~~ Belgariad
"Here, straighten up some, and really PLANT those feet firmly." Neko patiently corrects the three-year-old's stance. "Now, keep both hands where I marked on the stick, and swing."
Geran nods, biting his lower lip and swinging his stick down. Neko claps her hands.
"That's wonderful! I've only been working with you for a week, and you're already better than Lani-chan!" She grins. "Now, keep the same stance, but swing harder and faster." She pulls a little swirl of ice up from the ground. "Try to hit that hard enough to break either your stick or the ice, but without changing how you swing."
"Alright..." He swings down as hard as he can, chipping off the end of the stick. His eyes widen. "W-wow! I did it!"
Neko smiles as the boy hugs her around the neck. "Well, that's it for today, Geran-kun. I need to practice with Dark-san. But you can watch, if you like!"
"Yay!" He runs over to a bench underneath a young oak tree, clambering on to it as Dark Magician Girl steps up to Neko.
They bow to each other, the Duel Monster's armor clinking musically, then back slightly away. Neko forms her dark Broken Heart keyblade in her right hand, clasps it with her left hand as well, bracing her feet.
"No magic?" she calls out to Dark Magician Girl.
"No magic," the girl confirms in her musical voice.
Neko darts forward so fast Geran can barely see her, but Dark Magician Girl does nothing, simply standing with her eyes closed. Then, just as Neko is about to land the first hit, the swirl-topped staff appears in the blond's hands, and Dark Magician Girl ducks under the sideways swing. She quickly thrusts up in an attack that would knock the breath out of Neko if it hits, but Neko twirls back, the long trailing ribbons tying off her shirt fluttering around her.
A small crowd starts to form around the edge of the garden as the servants pause in their work.
They lunge back and forth, using almost every move they know, never landing a blow, until-
The crowd gasps as Dark Magician Girl skids on a wet patch, and Neko manages to clip the side of her helmet on the pink patch there. The gasping blond slips and falls to the ground, and Neko places the tip of her keyblade to Dark Magician Girl's throat.
"I win... Again." Neko smiles smugly, then lets the Broken Heart fade from her hand. Dark Magician Girl grimaces slightly and grasps it, letting Neko pull her to her feet.
"Itai..." The blond rubs the side of her head. "If it wasn't for that wet patch, I would've won."
Neko laughs. "Actually, you were getting close! I was surprised by how much you've already improved."
"Kitten, please be more careful when your real journey starts." The faint voice is tinged by worry. "Soon, you will not have the luxury of battles with nothing at stake."
Shocked, Neko turns to see a slender boy barely taller than her gazing worriedly at her through blue and purple eyes, his pale face half obscured by soft platinum blond strands.
"V-Voice?!" She steps forward, then steps back, uncertain. A flicker of sadness crosses his eyes.
"Kitten, please stop calling me Voice. My name is Miru."
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Mickey hits his forehead against his gloved hand. "Argh! LP, did he give you any idea what he was going to do?"
^I do not know. He only told me he was calling in the favor, told me how to run the tests, gave me a few important points about the tests he's run, and then his presence vanished. ^ The dry voice pauses for a moment. ^ More reports are coming in- this time from Marjani and Nami. They're having a bit of trouble with Kairi...^
The ruler mutters under his breath. "Miru has been running things since he began his nonexistence. Why would he run off now?! He knows everything important- more than the rest of us combined. And we're nearing the ultimate choice!" He starts to pace frantically. "What I wouldn't give to have him back here... I need him! He's one of the key points!"
^Mickey, calm down. It's not the end of the universe. I do know how to run this sort of thing from behind the scenes. And now that my own world-circle is resolved in of itself, I'm open to help out. ^
"Well... I know that, but... You're just not Miru."
^You think I don't know that? ^ A hint of exasperation creeps into the voice of the Light Prophesy's voice. ^But I'm the best you've got. And the only Guides that need special help right now are Niji- and Oka can deal with him- And Aku, whom Shiru can deal with. Zeff, Nami, Marjani, Anima, they can all deal with almost anything heading their way. So all I'm really doing is telling them what might be heading their way, and what would be the best idea for them to do. ^
Sighing, Mickey rubs a temple. "I guess... I guess I'm just over-reacting a bit. He's just... He's been around since I started this. He's a very good friend, and it's hard to work without him nearby."
^You know... ^
"What?"
^It's been nine years since you took a vacation. You should go back to Disney Castle, see your wife, Donald, Goofy, Chip and Dale... I can handle things for a few days without you hovering over my theoretical shoulder. Maybe you won't be so tense when you come back to discover the universe still exists. ^
"Has it really been nine years since I saw Minnie?" Mickey's voice is a bit wistful. "It seems so much longer..." He pauses for a minute, then summons his golden Royalty Keyblade. "I think I'll do that. See you soon, LP!" Waving jauntily, Mickey uses the Royalty Keyblade to open a portal, then steps through.
^See you soon, King Mickey. ^
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Oni gasps as he comes out of the oblivious nothingness of Aku being in total control, all pain gone from his body.
"Iie..."
He rips the blinding piece of cloth away from his face, eyes flickering between horrified blue-violet and furious red. "No... Not again... They CAN'T have!"
"Oni?..." Ansem slowly walks towards the boy, worry in his voice. "What's going on?"
Oni scrabbles away, falling, tears leaking from his wild eyes. "Don't touch me! Iie..."
Ansem ignores Oni's warning, reaching out a hand to hold the boy's arm, only to be knocked back by a wave of pure black energy.
"DON'T..." Oni's face contorts into something between rage and absolute fear, darkness rippling over his skin. "TOUCH..." The solid jet eyes flicker- "ME!!"
Ansem flinches back as a wave of lashing darkness surrounds the boy, wracking sobs sounding out from the center of the mass of black. He casts a uncertain glance at Shiru, the Guide's copper eyes sad in an otherwise impassive face.
"Don't do anything, Ansem. He is in a great deal of spiritual pain, although of a different type than what pained him before." Shiru shakes his head. "I wish Aku would not manipulate him so."
Ansem backs away from the wild energy. "What's wrong with him?" he whispers, fear in his cinnamon eyes.
"The Heartless..." The broken voice drifts out of the fading darkness. "They took another world... So many people are dead..." The darkness fades away entirely, Oni huddled on the ground, his jet eyes downcast as they fade back to the crystal blue. "Gomen nasai, Ansem-sama. I did not mean to lose my control. Please forgive me."
Ansem remains silent.
TBC
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Iie: No
Gomen nasai: Sorry
Ergh... It's long, but I feel like it's missing something... And I can't get that last bit to sound right to me. *Glares at baka muses* I wish they would help, but NO, they're all fighting over Inuyasha-chan and Sesshy-sama.
Muses: Er... ^_^;;
So, the Booster for this chapter: Takeo's outfit!
Well, way, way, WAY back when, it was grey-green pants, a greeny-yellow shirt, and an olive-green jacket. Can we say "Bor-ing?" Then it evolved to having *Gasp* Three belts! And the jacket draped over the shoulder!
Yawn-a-delic... -_-
Then, one day during my 'Cat-girls/boys' phase, I drew a purdy cat-boy with silver-streaked brown hair, and Malik's clothing. (You know, the latest YuGiOh baddie?) And then I said, "Hey! That looks neat and not-boring!"
Then, following the idea, I went on to a Takeo with a wine-red tank, black pants, and three belts. He also looked more like a girl than Kuja (FFIX). *Grimace* But... I liked the idea.
Now, he has a hooded light violet tank top, purple-tinted black flares, and those three belts again, in shades of blue and purple. Who can say Major Difference? From my starting point, I mean.
Now THAT was a waste of time...
Well, please review, minna-dono. I need to go clean my room, so ja ne!...
