Authoress here.
I'm excited. Here I am, at a keyboard, and I'm free of Writer's Block AND Overload. I got good tunes playin', the fan is on and I'm cool and comfy. And I'm rambling on. I'll stop now. Whee!
Yujo Chronicles: Narrin's Story Chapter Three
The flight had been uneventful. No in flight movie, hardly any turbulence, two rounds of airplane peanuts.
Emiko and Kurama had both fallen asleep at the tail end of the flight, and Kuwabara had slept the entire way. Hiei had gotten increasingly fidgety throughout, not trusting the laws of physics and engineering to keep a hunk of metal aloft. Yusuke had been staring out the window, worrying about Katsu.
And Aya, whom they had met moments before entering the plane, was sitting, nose deep into a French tour book.
Yusuke looked irritably over at the red-haired man who was seated beside him. "I thought you were supposed to be fluent in French. Why'd ya need a tourists' book?"
"And I thought you were supposed to be some great, brilliant warrior of Koenma." Aya shot back, eyes not leaving the page he had been reading. "Because all six of us are undeniably foreign-looking, I assumed we'd be tourists. Only, I would be your French teacher, and you five my students."
Yusuke eyed the man, evaluating him, wondering what Koenma saw in the lanky, sullen figure. "You can't be that much older than us."
"I wouldn't bet too much money on that." Aya finally directed his hard gaze to the teen seated next to him. "And you are...twelve?"
Yusuke's lip curled. "And you were supposed to be smart too. I'm fourteen and a half."
"Ooh," Aya scoffed. "You can almost drive. With a parent."
"Listen, buddy." Yusuke's voice was pure venom. "The only reason you were brought along is to be the human translating machine. We can handle some dinky Queen, goddess or no, without you."
"Really." Aya returned to his book, his mannerism bored.
"Ever hear of Togoro?" Yusuke spat. He felt as if he needed to prove something to this man.
"No."
"He was strong enough to tear down a building by punching it once. I beat him. I won the Tournament by beating him."
"Really."
"Will ya stop sayin' that?" Yusuke grumbled.
"Start saying things worthwhile and I'll give you a worthwhile answer." Aya remarked. He turned to Yusuke. "You shouldn't be fighting me, Yusuke. You're young, you think you're invincible, and you're cocky. You don't know how hard or easy this will be."
Yusuke started to chuckle. Aya sent him a sharp glance.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Yusuke said. "You don't know what even happened to me."
Aya sat back in his seat. Glancing at his watch, his eyes flicked back to Yusuke's. "We have an hour left before we touch down in France. Why don't you enlighten me?"
"Fine." Yusuke nodded. He glanced at the next row over, making sure there would be no eavesdroppers. The couple sitting there were both asleep.
"About...oh, maybe half a year ago." Yusuke started. "I was normal. Hadn't a clue 'bought demons, Spirit World, y'know, the works. Then, this kid is playin' in the street, and a car's comin' by. I thought the kid was gonna get hit, so I leapt out and pushed him outta the way. I got hit instead."
Aya's face remained impassionate, but his eyes reflected both confusion and concern. If Yusuke noticed, he didn't react. Instead, he kept talking.
"I died, man. I saw my body, I heard the diagnowhatsit. I saw 'em cart me away." Yusuke looked down. The memory was all too fresh. "T'make a long story short, I was eventually brought back to life by Koenma. Since then, I had Spirit powers. In return for my life, I became a Spirit Detective. From then, I had t'keep fighting, even when I was battered an' bruised, an' I had t'see my friends lyin' in the dirt. But I had t'keep fighting."
Brown eyes stared straight into Aya's soul, it seemed. Yusuke's voice held steady.
"I know I ain't invincible. But I ain't just some dumb kid, neither. An' I don't want you thinking that."
Aya returned his gaze. "Agreed."
"Thanks."
...
Emiko stepped out of the girl's bathroom, and posed theatrically, hands up in the air and one knee bent. The others clapped and laughed.
"Emiko, you look as cuuute as a button!" Kuwabara cooed. Moments later he was nursing the left side of his face, which was stinging from the force of Emiko's slap.
She was clad in the mind's eye vision of a schoolgirl. A green pleated and plaid skirt reached her midthigh, and she had loose, baggy white socks pulled up just below her knees. Her feet had brown, clunky buckled shoes. She wore a green and blue sailor top, and her short hair was swept up into two pigtails on either side of her head. Each was so short that they stood straight out from her head.
"Thanks, Kuwabara!" Emiko said sweetly. She turned to Kurama, who looked very much the scholarly little Japanese French student. He, Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei (much to his chagrin) were dressed in Japanese traditional male uniforms, button up to the chin and long sleeves. The main uniform was forest green, same as Emiko's skirt, and they wore blue ties. Kuwabara was sporting glasses, and Yusuke's hair wasn't slicked back, but parted nerdily to one side.
"Kurama, you look hott!" Emiko declared.
Kurama grinned, and put a pencil behind one ear. "So do you, Emiko."
"Woah, you DO look like a teacher!" Kuwabara exclaimed. The others turned to see Aya emerge from the men's restroom. Their eyebrows raised simultaneously.
The twenty-year-old wore a black and green version of the uniforms, and had round, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His hair was the same, and he had a French beret placed jauntily on the crown of his head. In his hands were five or six maps and tour guidebooks, and slung over one shoulder was a pale gray knapsack.
"Class." Aya nodded. Now that he was in his role, he wouldn't slip for anything. People were watching at all times, he knew that. That was partly the reason for the short katana hidden in the knapsack.
"Monsieur Ariagi." Emiko replied, using Aya's new name. He nodded again, and squinted through the prescription less glasses at a map. "Our first stop is...the German ambassador's house."
"What?" Kuwabara said. "Arn't we in France?"
"Do you even realize what you're saying at times?" Hiei snapped. "Of course we're in France."
"Then why are we going to the German ambassador's house?"
Aya motioned them to crowd around the map, speaking in low tones. "Koenma-sama gave me these maps and books. They've been made to show us wherever the Queen goddess is. Right now, she's making her way to the German embassy."
"How're we gonna get in?" Yusuke asked.
Aya pulled out six blank slips of paper. Pressing them briefly to the map, he waited. Slowly, color appeared on them. Kurama noticed it first.
"They're not made of real paper, those are computerized!"
"Very good, Kurama." Aya said, sounding very much the teacher. He held them up. "Six passes into the German embassy at any time for a tour and a private sit-in on any meetings."
"And Koenma continues to amaze us." Hiei commented dryly. "He showed a little bit of foresight."
"We have to get moving. According to the reading I've done on modern France, traffic isn't good middle afternoon." Emiko stated, picking up her rucksack. "We must get a cab before the evening rush."
"Or," Kurama added. "There's the subway. It stops just a few blocks away from the Ambassador's mansion, from what the route seems on this map." He held the object in question up as proof.
Aya had to admit he was impressed. Already, these kids seemed well oiled to this detecting business. He told them so.
"Kids?" Emiko raised an eyebrow. "There's a lot you still don't know, Monsieur Ariagi."
"What?"
"If you add my age with both Hiei's and Emiko's," Kurama said, a smile playing on his lips. "You'd get over a thousand years. Don't underestimate demons."
"I try not to." Aya said, the twinge in his heart alerting him to his usually well-hidden emotions. He did not love demons, he killed them. But these three didn't seem all that bad. Nor did they seem in many ways demonic.
"Hiei, it might blend better if you removed your bandanna." Aya instructed. "If you're an honor student, then I don't think you'd wear that."
"I beg to differ." Came Hiei's cold reply. "Unless you want to herald our coming to the Queen, I'll be keeping this on."
"I don't understand." Aya said softly, the tone he used more effective than if he raised his voice. Hiei untied the bandana.
A pulsating purple eye stood out on his forehead, giving Aya the terrible feeling of loosing control over his own thoughts. The feeling stopped abruptly as Hiei quickly covered it up again, tying a knot firmly with the ends of his headband.
"I see." Aya managed out.
"No pun intended, right?" Emiko said lightly, effectively breaking up the building tension.
"Right." Aya agreed, snapping right back into teacher mode. "Now, children, let's hurry to the subway. Directions would be helpful, Mr. Minamino."
...
Narrin stepped gracefully from the horse drawn carriage she had opted to arrive in. The pleasant clip-clopping of shod horse hooves was music to her ears, and the rustic feel to the carriage had tickled her fancy.
The footman assisted her, holding her hand reverently, his awe not coming just from her title. No, she was most likely the most beautiful woman he had and would ever see.
Almost as soon as his skin touched her gloved hand, fantasies sprang up in his mind. She would turn to thank him, letting her velvet voice wash over him, and she would hold him lovingly in her icy gaze for a moment, before continuing on. Then she would float towards the large oak doors, and he would rush to open them for her. She would see his devotion, and smile for him.
The footman sighed softly as Narrin lifted her fingers from his palm, not looking back. Instead, those beautiful, bottomless eyes were fixed on that German ambassador, who welcomed her clumsily in French.
Narrin smiled serenely, ears catching the faint music floating from an upper window. The ambassador must of been listening to music from his own country before meeting her, and had left it on. Her mind took the strange language from the faint song, and instantly her tongue knew every curve and twist of the German language.
"I thank you for your courtesy, Ambassador." Narrin spoke in his own language, to the amazement of all watching. "But you are a stranger in my country, and I shall not hear of you being uncomfortable! Nay, even if it is simply the matter of one language or another. I care not."
Narrin watched the ambassador bluster over a response. She didn't particularly care what he said. She knew he would support her, love her, adore her and even die for her, now that he had heard her speaking in his own tongue. Narrin had put the power of her past life, the life of a goddess, into her words. A power no mortal being could resist.
End Chapter
Authoress here.
Next chapter there will be Action, with a capital A. I've been researching different martial arts, and evaluating what our gang would know. Yusuke's more of a fist fighter, as is Kuwabara. But the others, Hiei, Kurama, Emiko and Aya would of known more elegant styles and moves, so I've been having fun surfing the Google network for that shtuff.
Now the question arises! How/what would Narrin fight with? I don't want her to be a pansy little damsel in distress by commanding other men to fight for her. The person Narrin is partly based off of would rather fight tooth and nail (literally) before she let a man do it for her. But I also don't want her to be basically a GI Jane and be totally kick-ass weapons' expert after living for eternity in a peaceful place like Olympus.
I came to the conclusion, but if I told you right now, I'd have to kill you. And because I want people to be alive and reading, that would just be bad all over. Right?
Isn't Narrin cool? Yeah...she was originally made up by Takaehiko9683, and I sort of borrowed her for the Yujo Chronicles. And for that reason, I based Narrin off of Takaehiko9683, muh buddy. Rock on!!
Until I write again,
Review!
I'm excited. Here I am, at a keyboard, and I'm free of Writer's Block AND Overload. I got good tunes playin', the fan is on and I'm cool and comfy. And I'm rambling on. I'll stop now. Whee!
Yujo Chronicles: Narrin's Story Chapter Three
The flight had been uneventful. No in flight movie, hardly any turbulence, two rounds of airplane peanuts.
Emiko and Kurama had both fallen asleep at the tail end of the flight, and Kuwabara had slept the entire way. Hiei had gotten increasingly fidgety throughout, not trusting the laws of physics and engineering to keep a hunk of metal aloft. Yusuke had been staring out the window, worrying about Katsu.
And Aya, whom they had met moments before entering the plane, was sitting, nose deep into a French tour book.
Yusuke looked irritably over at the red-haired man who was seated beside him. "I thought you were supposed to be fluent in French. Why'd ya need a tourists' book?"
"And I thought you were supposed to be some great, brilliant warrior of Koenma." Aya shot back, eyes not leaving the page he had been reading. "Because all six of us are undeniably foreign-looking, I assumed we'd be tourists. Only, I would be your French teacher, and you five my students."
Yusuke eyed the man, evaluating him, wondering what Koenma saw in the lanky, sullen figure. "You can't be that much older than us."
"I wouldn't bet too much money on that." Aya finally directed his hard gaze to the teen seated next to him. "And you are...twelve?"
Yusuke's lip curled. "And you were supposed to be smart too. I'm fourteen and a half."
"Ooh," Aya scoffed. "You can almost drive. With a parent."
"Listen, buddy." Yusuke's voice was pure venom. "The only reason you were brought along is to be the human translating machine. We can handle some dinky Queen, goddess or no, without you."
"Really." Aya returned to his book, his mannerism bored.
"Ever hear of Togoro?" Yusuke spat. He felt as if he needed to prove something to this man.
"No."
"He was strong enough to tear down a building by punching it once. I beat him. I won the Tournament by beating him."
"Really."
"Will ya stop sayin' that?" Yusuke grumbled.
"Start saying things worthwhile and I'll give you a worthwhile answer." Aya remarked. He turned to Yusuke. "You shouldn't be fighting me, Yusuke. You're young, you think you're invincible, and you're cocky. You don't know how hard or easy this will be."
Yusuke started to chuckle. Aya sent him a sharp glance.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Yusuke said. "You don't know what even happened to me."
Aya sat back in his seat. Glancing at his watch, his eyes flicked back to Yusuke's. "We have an hour left before we touch down in France. Why don't you enlighten me?"
"Fine." Yusuke nodded. He glanced at the next row over, making sure there would be no eavesdroppers. The couple sitting there were both asleep.
"About...oh, maybe half a year ago." Yusuke started. "I was normal. Hadn't a clue 'bought demons, Spirit World, y'know, the works. Then, this kid is playin' in the street, and a car's comin' by. I thought the kid was gonna get hit, so I leapt out and pushed him outta the way. I got hit instead."
Aya's face remained impassionate, but his eyes reflected both confusion and concern. If Yusuke noticed, he didn't react. Instead, he kept talking.
"I died, man. I saw my body, I heard the diagnowhatsit. I saw 'em cart me away." Yusuke looked down. The memory was all too fresh. "T'make a long story short, I was eventually brought back to life by Koenma. Since then, I had Spirit powers. In return for my life, I became a Spirit Detective. From then, I had t'keep fighting, even when I was battered an' bruised, an' I had t'see my friends lyin' in the dirt. But I had t'keep fighting."
Brown eyes stared straight into Aya's soul, it seemed. Yusuke's voice held steady.
"I know I ain't invincible. But I ain't just some dumb kid, neither. An' I don't want you thinking that."
Aya returned his gaze. "Agreed."
"Thanks."
...
Emiko stepped out of the girl's bathroom, and posed theatrically, hands up in the air and one knee bent. The others clapped and laughed.
"Emiko, you look as cuuute as a button!" Kuwabara cooed. Moments later he was nursing the left side of his face, which was stinging from the force of Emiko's slap.
She was clad in the mind's eye vision of a schoolgirl. A green pleated and plaid skirt reached her midthigh, and she had loose, baggy white socks pulled up just below her knees. Her feet had brown, clunky buckled shoes. She wore a green and blue sailor top, and her short hair was swept up into two pigtails on either side of her head. Each was so short that they stood straight out from her head.
"Thanks, Kuwabara!" Emiko said sweetly. She turned to Kurama, who looked very much the scholarly little Japanese French student. He, Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei (much to his chagrin) were dressed in Japanese traditional male uniforms, button up to the chin and long sleeves. The main uniform was forest green, same as Emiko's skirt, and they wore blue ties. Kuwabara was sporting glasses, and Yusuke's hair wasn't slicked back, but parted nerdily to one side.
"Kurama, you look hott!" Emiko declared.
Kurama grinned, and put a pencil behind one ear. "So do you, Emiko."
"Woah, you DO look like a teacher!" Kuwabara exclaimed. The others turned to see Aya emerge from the men's restroom. Their eyebrows raised simultaneously.
The twenty-year-old wore a black and green version of the uniforms, and had round, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His hair was the same, and he had a French beret placed jauntily on the crown of his head. In his hands were five or six maps and tour guidebooks, and slung over one shoulder was a pale gray knapsack.
"Class." Aya nodded. Now that he was in his role, he wouldn't slip for anything. People were watching at all times, he knew that. That was partly the reason for the short katana hidden in the knapsack.
"Monsieur Ariagi." Emiko replied, using Aya's new name. He nodded again, and squinted through the prescription less glasses at a map. "Our first stop is...the German ambassador's house."
"What?" Kuwabara said. "Arn't we in France?"
"Do you even realize what you're saying at times?" Hiei snapped. "Of course we're in France."
"Then why are we going to the German ambassador's house?"
Aya motioned them to crowd around the map, speaking in low tones. "Koenma-sama gave me these maps and books. They've been made to show us wherever the Queen goddess is. Right now, she's making her way to the German embassy."
"How're we gonna get in?" Yusuke asked.
Aya pulled out six blank slips of paper. Pressing them briefly to the map, he waited. Slowly, color appeared on them. Kurama noticed it first.
"They're not made of real paper, those are computerized!"
"Very good, Kurama." Aya said, sounding very much the teacher. He held them up. "Six passes into the German embassy at any time for a tour and a private sit-in on any meetings."
"And Koenma continues to amaze us." Hiei commented dryly. "He showed a little bit of foresight."
"We have to get moving. According to the reading I've done on modern France, traffic isn't good middle afternoon." Emiko stated, picking up her rucksack. "We must get a cab before the evening rush."
"Or," Kurama added. "There's the subway. It stops just a few blocks away from the Ambassador's mansion, from what the route seems on this map." He held the object in question up as proof.
Aya had to admit he was impressed. Already, these kids seemed well oiled to this detecting business. He told them so.
"Kids?" Emiko raised an eyebrow. "There's a lot you still don't know, Monsieur Ariagi."
"What?"
"If you add my age with both Hiei's and Emiko's," Kurama said, a smile playing on his lips. "You'd get over a thousand years. Don't underestimate demons."
"I try not to." Aya said, the twinge in his heart alerting him to his usually well-hidden emotions. He did not love demons, he killed them. But these three didn't seem all that bad. Nor did they seem in many ways demonic.
"Hiei, it might blend better if you removed your bandanna." Aya instructed. "If you're an honor student, then I don't think you'd wear that."
"I beg to differ." Came Hiei's cold reply. "Unless you want to herald our coming to the Queen, I'll be keeping this on."
"I don't understand." Aya said softly, the tone he used more effective than if he raised his voice. Hiei untied the bandana.
A pulsating purple eye stood out on his forehead, giving Aya the terrible feeling of loosing control over his own thoughts. The feeling stopped abruptly as Hiei quickly covered it up again, tying a knot firmly with the ends of his headband.
"I see." Aya managed out.
"No pun intended, right?" Emiko said lightly, effectively breaking up the building tension.
"Right." Aya agreed, snapping right back into teacher mode. "Now, children, let's hurry to the subway. Directions would be helpful, Mr. Minamino."
...
Narrin stepped gracefully from the horse drawn carriage she had opted to arrive in. The pleasant clip-clopping of shod horse hooves was music to her ears, and the rustic feel to the carriage had tickled her fancy.
The footman assisted her, holding her hand reverently, his awe not coming just from her title. No, she was most likely the most beautiful woman he had and would ever see.
Almost as soon as his skin touched her gloved hand, fantasies sprang up in his mind. She would turn to thank him, letting her velvet voice wash over him, and she would hold him lovingly in her icy gaze for a moment, before continuing on. Then she would float towards the large oak doors, and he would rush to open them for her. She would see his devotion, and smile for him.
The footman sighed softly as Narrin lifted her fingers from his palm, not looking back. Instead, those beautiful, bottomless eyes were fixed on that German ambassador, who welcomed her clumsily in French.
Narrin smiled serenely, ears catching the faint music floating from an upper window. The ambassador must of been listening to music from his own country before meeting her, and had left it on. Her mind took the strange language from the faint song, and instantly her tongue knew every curve and twist of the German language.
"I thank you for your courtesy, Ambassador." Narrin spoke in his own language, to the amazement of all watching. "But you are a stranger in my country, and I shall not hear of you being uncomfortable! Nay, even if it is simply the matter of one language or another. I care not."
Narrin watched the ambassador bluster over a response. She didn't particularly care what he said. She knew he would support her, love her, adore her and even die for her, now that he had heard her speaking in his own tongue. Narrin had put the power of her past life, the life of a goddess, into her words. A power no mortal being could resist.
End Chapter
Authoress here.
Next chapter there will be Action, with a capital A. I've been researching different martial arts, and evaluating what our gang would know. Yusuke's more of a fist fighter, as is Kuwabara. But the others, Hiei, Kurama, Emiko and Aya would of known more elegant styles and moves, so I've been having fun surfing the Google network for that shtuff.
Now the question arises! How/what would Narrin fight with? I don't want her to be a pansy little damsel in distress by commanding other men to fight for her. The person Narrin is partly based off of would rather fight tooth and nail (literally) before she let a man do it for her. But I also don't want her to be basically a GI Jane and be totally kick-ass weapons' expert after living for eternity in a peaceful place like Olympus.
I came to the conclusion, but if I told you right now, I'd have to kill you. And because I want people to be alive and reading, that would just be bad all over. Right?
Isn't Narrin cool? Yeah...she was originally made up by Takaehiko9683, and I sort of borrowed her for the Yujo Chronicles. And for that reason, I based Narrin off of Takaehiko9683, muh buddy. Rock on!!
Until I write again,
Review!