Whoo-hoo! Dora makes her first appearance next! *confetti* Also, the fic
has been edited a little, just so you know.
Disclaimer: Argh, why do you people make me say it every chapter? I don't own Finding Nemo, okay? Yeesh.
Note: Don't expect very frequent updates in the future. I'm kind of depressed right now, cuz I have barely any motivation, and on top of that I'm planning on completely re-writing this fic from start to finish. Plus I've got tons of pic requests backed up, and my muses are on strike. -_-;;
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Niro wo Motomete
Chapter 3: Dora
Marion never stopped to take a breath as he chased after the cloud of dust that the tires of the truck had kicked up. His orange hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. "No..." he panted, noticing the cloud of dust rising and dispersing into nothing. "No, no, it's gone... no, no, it can't be gone!"
The truck was nowhere in sight, and now the trail it had left behind was gone too. Frantically, Marion scrambled up a nearby fire escape and climbed onto the roof of a tall building. "Niro!" he screamed, "Niro! No! Please, no!" He searched the streets below for any sign of his son, but to his horror found that he was alone.
He climbed back down the fire escape and took off running again. He soon found himself on a busy city sidewalk. Pedestrians passed him left and right without giving him a second thought. "Has anybody seen a truck? A white truck? Please, they took my son!" Marion yelled out hoping that someone would listen, but all he got for a response was a rude shove out of the way.
Desperately, Marion ran down the sidewalk yelling out to no one in particular. Suddenly, he heard a voice from directly in front of him.
"Look out!"
"Aah!"
Marion screamed, and barely had time to blink before a woman crashed right into him.
The next thing he knew, he was sitting on the ground several feet from the sidewalk, with grass stains on the knees of his pants. He rubbed his head and groaned.
"Oh, oh! Sorry!" a high-pitched feminine voice said. "I didn't see you! Sir? Are you okay?"
A tall woman with royal blue hair held in two pigtails kneeled down beside him. She had ruby-red eyes, and a sweet childlike-face complete with freckles over her nose and cheeks. She put her hand on Marion's shoulder and tilted her head to the side sympathetically. "There, there..." she said, "It's alright, it'll be okay..."
"No... no, no, they took him away!" Marion stuttered, rising to his feet, ready to take off running again. "I... I have to find that truck...!"
"Oh, hey, I've seen a truck!" the blue-haired woman exclaimed happily. "It drove by not too long ago!"
"A white one?" Marion questioned frantically.
The blue-haired woman smiled warmly, and held out her hand. "Hi. I'm Dora," she said simply.
"Where!?" Marion yelled, "Which way!?"
Dora's ruby-colored eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh! Oh! It, it went um... this way!" she exclaimed, pointing down the street, "It went this way! Follow me!" With that, Dora took off running in the direction she had pointed to.
Marion took off after her. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" he managed.
Dora looked back at him with a casual smile. "No problem!"
The two emerged from the busy street, and soon found themselves to be the only two in sight. Dora kept running, her pigtails bouncing happily with each stride.
A few blocks later, she began slowing down, swerving left and right in boredom. She glanced back at Marion with a smile, and when she saw him she quickly resumed running, suddenly serious again.
Marion cocked an eyebrow, now slightly confused.
Dora glanced back at him again, thought to herself for a second, and then ran off down a different street. Thrown by the sudden change in direction, Marion almost lost his balance, but managed to follow her. She swerved again, looking back at him nervously. She turned in a random direction, running even faster than before.
"Hey, wait!" Marion called.
Now she was taking him back and forth, looping around onto and back from streets they'd already been on. For a minute, it almost seemed like she was trying to lose him!
Then, all of a sudden, she came to a halt and turned to face her pursuer. "Will you quit it!?" she snapped.
Marion took a step backward. "What?"
"I'm trying to walk here! What, the city isn't big enough for ya' or somethin' like that?" she continued angrily, "You got a problem buddy? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?"
Marion just stared at her in shock.
"You want a piece of me?" she asked, striking a kung-fu pose. "Yeah, yeah, I'm scared now! What?"
"What are you talking about!?" Marion exclaimed, "You're showing me which way the truck went!"
Dora suddenly brightened. "A truck? Hey, I've seen a truck! It drove by not too long ago. It went um..." She looked around for a minute, before turning back to Marion and pointing in a random direction. "It went this way! Follow me!" p The blue-haired girl started to run off again, but Marion stopped her. "Wait a minute... wait a minute!" Marion ran ahead of Dora and turned to face her. "What is going on!? You already told me which way the truck went!"
Dora blinked innocently. "I did?" she asked blankly. "Ooh, no..."
"If this is some kind of practical joke, it's not funny!" Marion continued, "And I know funny! I was a comedian!"
"No, no, it's not, I know it's not funny..." Dora said apologetically, "I am so sorry... you see, I suffer from short-term memory loss."
Marion stared at her. "Short-term memory loss," he repeated.
Dora nodded.
"I don't believe this!" Marion said to himself, turning to walk away.
Dora stepped in front of him. "No, it's true! I forget things almost instantly. It runs in my family!" she explained. "I mean, at least I think it does..." She put her hand to her chin in thought. "Hmm... where are they?" She stared off in a random direction for a moment, before spotting Marion out of the corner of her eye. Another bright smile appeared on her face. "Can I help you?" she asked innocently.
Marion stared. "...Something's wrong with you," he stated blankly, "Really. You... you're wasting my time. I've got to find my son."
Again, Marion turned, intent on continuing his search for his son. And, again, he stopped dead.
Marion was face-to-face with a tall, stocky man perched atop a gleaming motorcycle. He had short light dust-blue hair and a dark blue bandana tied around his forehead. His attire consisted of a black t-shirt with a flaming 8-ball on the front. Around his neck he wore a gold chain with a symbol-- a triangle inside a circle-- strung onto it. He grinned. "Hello," he greeted in a rough Australian accent.
Sitting on the motorcycle seat, the man loomed at least a full foot over Marion. The latter stood silently, shaking. Dora, on the other hand, bounced up to the man on the motorcycle and smiled up at him. "Well, hi!" she said cheerfully.
The man extended a gloved hand towards Marion. "Name's Buru-su!" he announced.
Marion just shook harder.
"S'alright, I understand," Buru-su said thoughtfully, backing his motorcycle out of the way, "Nobody trusts bikers, do they?"
Marion watched as Buru-su backed up the motorcycle, and turned around as if to make a subtle exit. Then, suddenly, the motorcycle whirled around and zoomed straight at him. Before he even had time to get scared, he heard a skidding sound and the motorcycle came to an abrupt halt. Again, all Marion could do was shake.
Seeing the expressions of terror and shock on Marion and Dora's faces, Buru- su emitted a series of low belly laughs. He climbed off the seat of his motorcycle and grinned at the two pedestrians. "So..." he said casually, "What's a couple of suburbians like you doin' out so late, ey?"
"N... nothing," Marion stuttered, cowering behind Dora, "We aren't doing anything... we're not even out."
Buru-su's grin widened. "Great!" he said, "Then how'd you two like to come to a little... a little get together I'm havin'?"
Dora smiled. "You mean like a party?"
"Yeah, yeah, right," Buru-su said, "A party, heheh. Whatdya' say?"
Dora tugged on Marion's sleeve. "Ooh, I love parties! That sounds like fun!"
Marion nodded nervously and took a few steps backwards. "Parties are fun. And it's tempting, but I really have to be..."
But the orange-haired man was cut off as Buru-su placed one arm over his and Dora's shoulders. "Aw, come on! I insist!" Grinning, Buru-su led the two down a dark empty street.
All Marion could do was utter an anxious agreement.
Disclaimer: Argh, why do you people make me say it every chapter? I don't own Finding Nemo, okay? Yeesh.
Note: Don't expect very frequent updates in the future. I'm kind of depressed right now, cuz I have barely any motivation, and on top of that I'm planning on completely re-writing this fic from start to finish. Plus I've got tons of pic requests backed up, and my muses are on strike. -_-;;
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Niro wo Motomete
Chapter 3: Dora
Marion never stopped to take a breath as he chased after the cloud of dust that the tires of the truck had kicked up. His orange hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. "No..." he panted, noticing the cloud of dust rising and dispersing into nothing. "No, no, it's gone... no, no, it can't be gone!"
The truck was nowhere in sight, and now the trail it had left behind was gone too. Frantically, Marion scrambled up a nearby fire escape and climbed onto the roof of a tall building. "Niro!" he screamed, "Niro! No! Please, no!" He searched the streets below for any sign of his son, but to his horror found that he was alone.
He climbed back down the fire escape and took off running again. He soon found himself on a busy city sidewalk. Pedestrians passed him left and right without giving him a second thought. "Has anybody seen a truck? A white truck? Please, they took my son!" Marion yelled out hoping that someone would listen, but all he got for a response was a rude shove out of the way.
Desperately, Marion ran down the sidewalk yelling out to no one in particular. Suddenly, he heard a voice from directly in front of him.
"Look out!"
"Aah!"
Marion screamed, and barely had time to blink before a woman crashed right into him.
The next thing he knew, he was sitting on the ground several feet from the sidewalk, with grass stains on the knees of his pants. He rubbed his head and groaned.
"Oh, oh! Sorry!" a high-pitched feminine voice said. "I didn't see you! Sir? Are you okay?"
A tall woman with royal blue hair held in two pigtails kneeled down beside him. She had ruby-red eyes, and a sweet childlike-face complete with freckles over her nose and cheeks. She put her hand on Marion's shoulder and tilted her head to the side sympathetically. "There, there..." she said, "It's alright, it'll be okay..."
"No... no, no, they took him away!" Marion stuttered, rising to his feet, ready to take off running again. "I... I have to find that truck...!"
"Oh, hey, I've seen a truck!" the blue-haired woman exclaimed happily. "It drove by not too long ago!"
"A white one?" Marion questioned frantically.
The blue-haired woman smiled warmly, and held out her hand. "Hi. I'm Dora," she said simply.
"Where!?" Marion yelled, "Which way!?"
Dora's ruby-colored eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh! Oh! It, it went um... this way!" she exclaimed, pointing down the street, "It went this way! Follow me!" With that, Dora took off running in the direction she had pointed to.
Marion took off after her. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" he managed.
Dora looked back at him with a casual smile. "No problem!"
The two emerged from the busy street, and soon found themselves to be the only two in sight. Dora kept running, her pigtails bouncing happily with each stride.
A few blocks later, she began slowing down, swerving left and right in boredom. She glanced back at Marion with a smile, and when she saw him she quickly resumed running, suddenly serious again.
Marion cocked an eyebrow, now slightly confused.
Dora glanced back at him again, thought to herself for a second, and then ran off down a different street. Thrown by the sudden change in direction, Marion almost lost his balance, but managed to follow her. She swerved again, looking back at him nervously. She turned in a random direction, running even faster than before.
"Hey, wait!" Marion called.
Now she was taking him back and forth, looping around onto and back from streets they'd already been on. For a minute, it almost seemed like she was trying to lose him!
Then, all of a sudden, she came to a halt and turned to face her pursuer. "Will you quit it!?" she snapped.
Marion took a step backward. "What?"
"I'm trying to walk here! What, the city isn't big enough for ya' or somethin' like that?" she continued angrily, "You got a problem buddy? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?"
Marion just stared at her in shock.
"You want a piece of me?" she asked, striking a kung-fu pose. "Yeah, yeah, I'm scared now! What?"
"What are you talking about!?" Marion exclaimed, "You're showing me which way the truck went!"
Dora suddenly brightened. "A truck? Hey, I've seen a truck! It drove by not too long ago. It went um..." She looked around for a minute, before turning back to Marion and pointing in a random direction. "It went this way! Follow me!" p The blue-haired girl started to run off again, but Marion stopped her. "Wait a minute... wait a minute!" Marion ran ahead of Dora and turned to face her. "What is going on!? You already told me which way the truck went!"
Dora blinked innocently. "I did?" she asked blankly. "Ooh, no..."
"If this is some kind of practical joke, it's not funny!" Marion continued, "And I know funny! I was a comedian!"
"No, no, it's not, I know it's not funny..." Dora said apologetically, "I am so sorry... you see, I suffer from short-term memory loss."
Marion stared at her. "Short-term memory loss," he repeated.
Dora nodded.
"I don't believe this!" Marion said to himself, turning to walk away.
Dora stepped in front of him. "No, it's true! I forget things almost instantly. It runs in my family!" she explained. "I mean, at least I think it does..." She put her hand to her chin in thought. "Hmm... where are they?" She stared off in a random direction for a moment, before spotting Marion out of the corner of her eye. Another bright smile appeared on her face. "Can I help you?" she asked innocently.
Marion stared. "...Something's wrong with you," he stated blankly, "Really. You... you're wasting my time. I've got to find my son."
Again, Marion turned, intent on continuing his search for his son. And, again, he stopped dead.
Marion was face-to-face with a tall, stocky man perched atop a gleaming motorcycle. He had short light dust-blue hair and a dark blue bandana tied around his forehead. His attire consisted of a black t-shirt with a flaming 8-ball on the front. Around his neck he wore a gold chain with a symbol-- a triangle inside a circle-- strung onto it. He grinned. "Hello," he greeted in a rough Australian accent.
Sitting on the motorcycle seat, the man loomed at least a full foot over Marion. The latter stood silently, shaking. Dora, on the other hand, bounced up to the man on the motorcycle and smiled up at him. "Well, hi!" she said cheerfully.
The man extended a gloved hand towards Marion. "Name's Buru-su!" he announced.
Marion just shook harder.
"S'alright, I understand," Buru-su said thoughtfully, backing his motorcycle out of the way, "Nobody trusts bikers, do they?"
Marion watched as Buru-su backed up the motorcycle, and turned around as if to make a subtle exit. Then, suddenly, the motorcycle whirled around and zoomed straight at him. Before he even had time to get scared, he heard a skidding sound and the motorcycle came to an abrupt halt. Again, all Marion could do was shake.
Seeing the expressions of terror and shock on Marion and Dora's faces, Buru- su emitted a series of low belly laughs. He climbed off the seat of his motorcycle and grinned at the two pedestrians. "So..." he said casually, "What's a couple of suburbians like you doin' out so late, ey?"
"N... nothing," Marion stuttered, cowering behind Dora, "We aren't doing anything... we're not even out."
Buru-su's grin widened. "Great!" he said, "Then how'd you two like to come to a little... a little get together I'm havin'?"
Dora smiled. "You mean like a party?"
"Yeah, yeah, right," Buru-su said, "A party, heheh. Whatdya' say?"
Dora tugged on Marion's sleeve. "Ooh, I love parties! That sounds like fun!"
Marion nodded nervously and took a few steps backwards. "Parties are fun. And it's tempting, but I really have to be..."
But the orange-haired man was cut off as Buru-su placed one arm over his and Dora's shoulders. "Aw, come on! I insist!" Grinning, Buru-su led the two down a dark empty street.
All Marion could do was utter an anxious agreement.