My name is Pan
Wow. It was everything a four year old could wish for. Buttons everywhere, all bright and shiny too! She knew the consequences of what she was about to do but. . . who cares? All Pan wanted to do was press one lousy button. As if in trance she stepped toward the 'Gigwantic' machine, inch by inch. A big red button caught the corner of her eye and she whipped toward it, no morals at all. And before she knew it, her pudgy finger was pressed down on the top.
She disappeared.
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And reappeared.
In a strange place. Where her mommy wasn't there with her. That realization brought instant tears to her bright blue eyes. Stupid Bulma machines. Sniffling quietly, Pan observed her new surroundings. It was a strange city-like place. There weren't a lot of people there, but Pan had never been to a big city before. The closest thing had been the tournament she had won just last month. But those were people who came to watch 'her' fight.
There was no concrete. It was all dirt and grass. Little shops dotted the side of the 'road' but that was about it. The most peculiar thing that Pan noticed was that there was no cars! There were horses and carriages, but absolutely no cars! What kinda city is this?
Well Pan wasn't going to be discouraged by this! She was going to find her daddy and go home and tell him how sorry she was about being bad! With her decision made, she bounced up from her sitting position on the side of the road and walked in a random direction. Her daddy had told her not to fly in front of people who she doesn't know, and she already has learned from disobeying him last time.
"Lord Aoshi! Wait for me!" A loud young voice behind her yelled. Pan turned around just in time to avoid a collision with a young girl. "That was close," Pan muttered to her self. She looked at the girl with wide eyes and helped her up. Obviously, this green-eyed girl tripped over her own feet trying to get to this 'Lord Aoshi'. "Hi! My names Son Pan! What's yours?" Pan asked. It was rare for her to find a girl her age just like her, let alone run into one.
The braided girl took her hand almost immediately. "Makimachi Misao! Nice to meet you, Pan-chan!" the girl replied, in the same happy manor. "Do you want to come with me to meet Lord Aoshi?" Misao asked. Pan nodded vigorously. What harm could it do? "Sure! Lead the way Mi-chan!" Hand in hand, Misao and Pan walked down the street with grins the size of Japan.
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"Pan, this is Lord Aoshi. Lord Aoshi, this is Pan." Pan bowed politely to this Lord Aoshi. "Why are you called Lord Aoshi. You're not even old. . ." Pan asked, much to Misao's horror. "Pan! Mind your manners!" She scolded, a little put out by Pan's behavior toward her Aoshi.
No reaction. Pan looked him up and down. "What is this guy made out of? Stone?" He had coal black hair, with steely blue eyes. She went up and knocked him on the chest. Aoshi raised an eyebrow. She whispered to Misao, "He looks like my mommy, only a boy version." Misao collapsed into a fit of giggles, falling to the dojo floor.
Pan walked around with her hands on her hips.
"So you live here in a dojo? That's really cool!" Misao and Aoshi exchanged looks. Well . . . more Misao looked at Aoshi. "Pan-chan. . . it isn't cold." Pan looked at them with disbelief in her eyes. "You guys don't know what cool means? Were you deprived during your earlier childhood years?" Shaking her head, Pan grimly smiled. "I have a lot of explaining to do, I can see it now." Misao sat with rapt attention while Aoshi resumed his training.
Oh yeah. A lot of explaining. . .
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"You are trying to tell me that you can fly?" Misao scoffed. "Show me!" Pan smiled and said, "You can't tell anyone okay?" Misao nodded skeptically. "Yeah, yeah. Get on with it Pan-chan," she said impatiently. Pan sighed happily. "Well okay! Here I go!"
Pan's feet lifted off the dojo floor, several feet in the air in fact. Misao's mouth was agape while Aoshi narrowed his ice blue eyes. Pan giggled. "See? I told you I could do it Mi-" She was interrupted by a sharp pain on her little arms. "Who are you?" Aoshi asked. Pan pried his fingers off of her and looked in his eyes, tears evident on her face. "That hurt! Why did you do that? I told you! My name is Son Pan." She clenched her fists and added, "And I'm lost."
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Hello. My name is Hotoshi! I just wanted to give a taster… since Im not getting enough reviews for my other fic. The couples are . . . Aoshi/Misao, Pan/Soujirou, Shishiou/Yumi, Kenshin/Kaoru, Sano/ Megumi, and Tsubame/Yahiko
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