Authoress here.
It's pretty cool. I got this wristy thinger that's supportive for weak wrists. I don't know exactly how it'll work, but I'll give it a review after this chapter. Right now it feels over-tight.
Speaking of reviews, I gotta thank all of my reviewers. It really does help, so much.
And thanks to han'ensui, for the Wieá info.
Lastly, I do not own Shakespeare. I wish I did. Oh, he was a man hottie! Tee hee...he's my homeboy, and I worship his works.
Yujo Chronicles: Narrin's Story
Chapter Five
The sun was setting over the rooftops of the picturesque city skyline, making the shadows long and the places where the sun hit glow gold.
The long legged woman posed, crossing her arms in front of herself, glaring sexily into the camera. A brunette photographer snapped a picture, capturing the moment perfectly.
"Okay, let's call that a wrap for you." The pretty brunette nodded to the model, who smiled and walked off. The brunette was Katsuko Majoh, photographer for S & R Sugatoes, couldn't be happier. She was here in France, working with big name models, and working her dream job.
It just couldn't get any better.
"Well, I guess it could be better," Katsu said aloud wistfully, snapping the roll of film from the back of her camera. "Yusuke and the others could be here."
She had just finished putting in a new role of film when a male voice sounded behind her. "Where do you want me?"
"Over there, by the door of that building." Katsu directed, not looking up. She heard footsteps, and then the voice again, oddly familiar.
"Ready."
"Okay." Katsu raised the camera to her eye and focused the lens on a smirking Yusuke Urameshi. She gasped, and he started to laugh, spreading his arms wide.
"Yusuke?!" Katsu ran forewords, into his arms. Yusuke hugged her hard.
"I missed you, Katty."
"Me too, Yusuke." Katsu pulled away, looking up at the Spirit Detective. "What are you doing here?"
Yusuke shifted, looking over Katsu's shoulder. "Actually, that's what I came to tell you about. D'you speak any French?"
"Uh... A little." Katsu said, confused. "Like, 'where's the bathroom?' and stuff. But not much more than that."
"Good." Yusuke took her arm, leading her away from the shoot area. "You need to get out of here."
"What? Why?"
"Just catch the next plane home." Yusuke said tersely.
Katsu pulled away. "What the hell, Yusuke? I want an explanation."
Yusuke sighed. "Listen, the gang and I are staying at this hotel tonight. We gotta leave the hotel around, midnight or so. Get over there as soon as possible, okay?"
Katsu checked her watch. The digital numbers told her it was eight-thirty. "Listen Yusuke, I get off in a half hour. I'll meet you...where did you say you guys were?"
Yusuke hastily scribbled down the address on a scrap of paper. "Here."
Katsu took it, still very confused. "Okay, I'll see you there in a bit."
As Yusuke started to turn away, Katsu caught his arm. He glanced back at her.
"I'm glad you're here." Katsu whispered. Then, summoning up all her courage, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Yusuke stood in shock for a second, before turning brilliantly red. He mumbled something intelligible and turned hastily away.
Katsu watched him go, a smile on her face. Then, resigned, she turned back towards the shoot. "Come on, people, who's next?"
France had just gotten a whole lot better.
...
Aya awoke in a dark room, sitting tied to a straight-backed chair. His knapsack was missing, and some ware along the way his false glasses had fallen off.
The room didn't give Aya much information on where he was, being almost pitch black. The only light was issuing from the crack under his door, and it was only a pale, blue light of moonshine.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. The last thing he remembered was the strange, floating feeling the Queen's voice had induced. He had been sinking into a fantasy land, where his conscious remained under foggy control. And then, blackness.
He was out of the spell again, his strong mind fighting against the temptation of the Queen's voice.
The door creaked, giving him warning of someone entering.
It was Narrin, coming to claim her prey.
"Awake, are we?"
The Queen's voice held none of her power, and Aya remained silent. His eyes burned with a glowing anger, but the rest of his face and posture remained impassionate.
"I'm sure you knew just who your ...students attacked, did you not?" Narrin questioned him. All she needed was for her captive to speak one word of Japanese, and those sill children would bother her no longer. But this strange man didn't seem to be broken easily.
"You will not remain silent for long, Master Ran." Narrin said softly. "I wish you to answer in your own time, by your own will. But I have ways of making you talk that aren't so inevitable."
Now Aya spoke, but in French. "I know."
Narrin kept her frustration in check. "Oh?"
His voice was flat as he responded. "You were a goddess, once. Of the Honeyed Tongues. And now, you control mortal men with some evil in your voice."
The sharp intake of breath told Aya much that Narrin otherwise kept quiet. It proved that the mere mention of her history was painful, in some way.
Narrin was indeed in emotional pain, The Memory tugging at her mind again, sending waves of guilt to her heart. She remained silent for awhile, struggling with The Memory, willing it to go away. After awhile she succeeded, resuming the quiet control.
"You've done your homework well, Master Ran." Narrin said smoothly. An idea came to her mind, and her icy glare narrowed. "If that is indeed your name. Tell me your true name."
Her last sentence held her power, and Aya had to struggle hard. He nearly succeeded in keeping silent, when Narrin prompted him.
"Tell me."
"Aya-!" He gasped, before snapping his mouth shut. He cursed himself internally for his weakness.
Narrin seemed to read his mind. "Weak you are not, Aya. No man before has been able to refuse me. Not just mortals, but even-"
She broke off, giving Aya another piece of information. The source of her discomfort was some conflict with another god. Probably because she tried to manipulate someone in some way. And somehow, her plans went terribly awry.
"Now you tell me," Aya murmured softly. "Why don't you speak of your being a goddess? What happened?"
Narrin gave a small laugh. "You won't have free will for long, so I see no harm in telling you. And perhaps, by telling you, I can force a share of the burden of remembering it on you."
Narrin paused, as if to gather her strength for revealing her disgrace. Then, taking a deep breath as if preparing for a plunge, she began.
"It all began, as sorry tales do, with the just jealousy I felt for many an age. Of course, I was a goddess, living in luxury on Mount Olympus among great gods and goddesses. Then, I had a great title; Narrilorinia, Goddess of Honeyed Tongues.
"But I was a lesser goddess. Mortals hardly recognized me or my importance, looking instead to gods who were more powerful. I grew more and more distraught at my lack of earned respect.
"And so I decided to use the gifts that were given to me with my immortality and power. I seduced the Lord Mercury's son, God of Dreams. After paying the small price of physical favors, I persuaded him to send mortals a dream. In that dream, they would all see me in my glory and beauty. Upon waking, they would feel great love for me and build me a temple.
"But before he could commit to his promise, we were found out by Diana, goddess of the Moon. She told of our midnight affair to Mercury, who deemed I was the one at fault, and not his son. I was cast from power and Olympus.
"In my disgraced state, I realized how angry and indignant I should be. It wasn't at all fair! I deserved as much recognition as any of the other gods and goddesses!"
She stopped, breathing hard, fighting to control the growing anger she felt again. Aya remained silent.
Narin sighed, and her fingers found the switch of a small lamp. The brightness from the bulb filtered through the dark blue shade threw the room into a blue-tinted light. It illuminated her, revealing her to Aya's eyes.
The light at first made him squint, but as they grew accustomed to it he filled his vision with the image of a woman in defeat.
Narrin wore a simple white garment, fashioned in classical Greek. Gathered at the shoulders, the fabric flowed from her upper torso to fall in gentle folds around her bare feet. The mere styling of the dress struck Aya as if she were mourning the loss of her past life.
His eyes were drawn to her hair, half drawn up into an intricate knot in the back of her head. The rest tumbled to her shoulders in a wavy dark brown mass.
Her pale skin stood out sharply in contrast to her dark hair, only a pink flush on the smooth cheeks. Her eyes were closed, one single, golden tear tracing down her face.
And thus Aya saw Narrin in her pure form, a real echo of her once goddess splendor.
...
Katsu knocked carefully on the door to the hotel room. She heard the unintelligible talking from inside quiet briefly, and then footsteps towards the door. The lock turned, and the handle swung the door inwards to reveal Yusuke's handsome face.
"Come on in, Katty."
She followed the Spirit Detective into the room where Kurama, Hiei, Kuwabara and Emiko sat on the twin beds and the chair by a small window. Yusuke sat down on the closer bed, and Katsu perched next to him.
"Okay, someone explain what's going on."
Yusuke glanced at the others before talking. "You know a new Queen just took power over France, right?"
Katsu nodded. "Yeah. I heard she was crowned only a week before I arrived."
"She's an ex-goddess," Kuwabara interjected. "And she stole our guide."
"Oh, because that just clears up everything." Katsu scowled at Kuwabara. "Whaddya mean, ex-goddess? Do goddesses even exist?"
"They exist." Emiko said grimly. "And even if they're only ex-goddesses, they can pack a mean...power, I guess. You see, Katsu, this goddess can control people just by speaking to them. Our guide, a man we only called Aya, can speak French. None of us could. When we went to take this false Queen down, she controlled Aya with her voice, and got away with him."
"But because we couldn't understand what she was saying, her powers couldn't effect us." Kurama said.
"She still has Aya, though. And sooner or later she'll get him to say something in Japanese, and we're screwed." Hiei reasoned.
"Oh," Katsu said, suddenly feeling afraid. "But...then what?"
"Well," Emiko said, a smirk playing on her lips. "We just have to get her angry enough."
"How's that supposed to help?" Kuwabara asked.
"Katsu, what's the one thing someone like a vain goddess would hate the most?" Emiko said, the smile widening on her face.
"Er..I don't know." Katsu chewed her lip pensively. "Someone smudging her makeup? I don't have a clue!"
Emiko's smile reached its full width. "But you're close. A goddess who loves people worshipping her will have a weak spot. If people don't think she's pretty, her self-conscious side will kick in. She'll get angry, and presto! she'll make a mistake."
Kurama studied his mate's face hard. "There's a lot of things that could happen wrong, but it's the best thing we've got."
...
Narrin was back in her personal chambers after her talk with Aya. She scowled into the mirror. It had gone totally backwards. Instead of she getting to him, he managed to get to her!
His face flashed before her eyes, like someone plastered his photograph there. She sighed. She couldn't start becoming soft! She couldn't start having silly mortal feelings for this man!
But his sharp gaze, and handsome face! Narrin sighed again.
"Like Venus and Adonis." Narrin murmured, taking down her hair. "Where the woman desires the man without a return in affection. Such a misguided heart, and a misguided affection! Why him, I wonder? My heart disobeys my better judgment."
She gazed at her reflection, searching the perfect face for any sign of imperfection. "And like Venus, I have everything to offer!
"Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
Well painted idol, image dull and dead,
Statue contenting but the eye alone,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred,
Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion,
For men kiss even by their own direction."
The passage came easily to her lips, and she sighed before returning to bed. "I must forget I ever felt this, there is no possibility he would ever feel the same. Like Adonis, who dies before his affection could ever be directed, Aya shall become my slave, my mindless puppet."
With that despairing thought in her mind, she fell asleep.
End Chapter
Well, I made it through a chapter with the glove wristy thinger on. I don't much like it. It was hot and itchy and it's not very interesting to write OR read about.
Until next chapter,
Review!
It's pretty cool. I got this wristy thinger that's supportive for weak wrists. I don't know exactly how it'll work, but I'll give it a review after this chapter. Right now it feels over-tight.
Speaking of reviews, I gotta thank all of my reviewers. It really does help, so much.
And thanks to han'ensui, for the Wieá info.
Lastly, I do not own Shakespeare. I wish I did. Oh, he was a man hottie! Tee hee...he's my homeboy, and I worship his works.
Yujo Chronicles: Narrin's Story
Chapter Five
The sun was setting over the rooftops of the picturesque city skyline, making the shadows long and the places where the sun hit glow gold.
The long legged woman posed, crossing her arms in front of herself, glaring sexily into the camera. A brunette photographer snapped a picture, capturing the moment perfectly.
"Okay, let's call that a wrap for you." The pretty brunette nodded to the model, who smiled and walked off. The brunette was Katsuko Majoh, photographer for S & R Sugatoes, couldn't be happier. She was here in France, working with big name models, and working her dream job.
It just couldn't get any better.
"Well, I guess it could be better," Katsu said aloud wistfully, snapping the roll of film from the back of her camera. "Yusuke and the others could be here."
She had just finished putting in a new role of film when a male voice sounded behind her. "Where do you want me?"
"Over there, by the door of that building." Katsu directed, not looking up. She heard footsteps, and then the voice again, oddly familiar.
"Ready."
"Okay." Katsu raised the camera to her eye and focused the lens on a smirking Yusuke Urameshi. She gasped, and he started to laugh, spreading his arms wide.
"Yusuke?!" Katsu ran forewords, into his arms. Yusuke hugged her hard.
"I missed you, Katty."
"Me too, Yusuke." Katsu pulled away, looking up at the Spirit Detective. "What are you doing here?"
Yusuke shifted, looking over Katsu's shoulder. "Actually, that's what I came to tell you about. D'you speak any French?"
"Uh... A little." Katsu said, confused. "Like, 'where's the bathroom?' and stuff. But not much more than that."
"Good." Yusuke took her arm, leading her away from the shoot area. "You need to get out of here."
"What? Why?"
"Just catch the next plane home." Yusuke said tersely.
Katsu pulled away. "What the hell, Yusuke? I want an explanation."
Yusuke sighed. "Listen, the gang and I are staying at this hotel tonight. We gotta leave the hotel around, midnight or so. Get over there as soon as possible, okay?"
Katsu checked her watch. The digital numbers told her it was eight-thirty. "Listen Yusuke, I get off in a half hour. I'll meet you...where did you say you guys were?"
Yusuke hastily scribbled down the address on a scrap of paper. "Here."
Katsu took it, still very confused. "Okay, I'll see you there in a bit."
As Yusuke started to turn away, Katsu caught his arm. He glanced back at her.
"I'm glad you're here." Katsu whispered. Then, summoning up all her courage, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Yusuke stood in shock for a second, before turning brilliantly red. He mumbled something intelligible and turned hastily away.
Katsu watched him go, a smile on her face. Then, resigned, she turned back towards the shoot. "Come on, people, who's next?"
France had just gotten a whole lot better.
...
Aya awoke in a dark room, sitting tied to a straight-backed chair. His knapsack was missing, and some ware along the way his false glasses had fallen off.
The room didn't give Aya much information on where he was, being almost pitch black. The only light was issuing from the crack under his door, and it was only a pale, blue light of moonshine.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. The last thing he remembered was the strange, floating feeling the Queen's voice had induced. He had been sinking into a fantasy land, where his conscious remained under foggy control. And then, blackness.
He was out of the spell again, his strong mind fighting against the temptation of the Queen's voice.
The door creaked, giving him warning of someone entering.
It was Narrin, coming to claim her prey.
"Awake, are we?"
The Queen's voice held none of her power, and Aya remained silent. His eyes burned with a glowing anger, but the rest of his face and posture remained impassionate.
"I'm sure you knew just who your ...students attacked, did you not?" Narrin questioned him. All she needed was for her captive to speak one word of Japanese, and those sill children would bother her no longer. But this strange man didn't seem to be broken easily.
"You will not remain silent for long, Master Ran." Narrin said softly. "I wish you to answer in your own time, by your own will. But I have ways of making you talk that aren't so inevitable."
Now Aya spoke, but in French. "I know."
Narrin kept her frustration in check. "Oh?"
His voice was flat as he responded. "You were a goddess, once. Of the Honeyed Tongues. And now, you control mortal men with some evil in your voice."
The sharp intake of breath told Aya much that Narrin otherwise kept quiet. It proved that the mere mention of her history was painful, in some way.
Narrin was indeed in emotional pain, The Memory tugging at her mind again, sending waves of guilt to her heart. She remained silent for awhile, struggling with The Memory, willing it to go away. After awhile she succeeded, resuming the quiet control.
"You've done your homework well, Master Ran." Narrin said smoothly. An idea came to her mind, and her icy glare narrowed. "If that is indeed your name. Tell me your true name."
Her last sentence held her power, and Aya had to struggle hard. He nearly succeeded in keeping silent, when Narrin prompted him.
"Tell me."
"Aya-!" He gasped, before snapping his mouth shut. He cursed himself internally for his weakness.
Narrin seemed to read his mind. "Weak you are not, Aya. No man before has been able to refuse me. Not just mortals, but even-"
She broke off, giving Aya another piece of information. The source of her discomfort was some conflict with another god. Probably because she tried to manipulate someone in some way. And somehow, her plans went terribly awry.
"Now you tell me," Aya murmured softly. "Why don't you speak of your being a goddess? What happened?"
Narrin gave a small laugh. "You won't have free will for long, so I see no harm in telling you. And perhaps, by telling you, I can force a share of the burden of remembering it on you."
Narrin paused, as if to gather her strength for revealing her disgrace. Then, taking a deep breath as if preparing for a plunge, she began.
"It all began, as sorry tales do, with the just jealousy I felt for many an age. Of course, I was a goddess, living in luxury on Mount Olympus among great gods and goddesses. Then, I had a great title; Narrilorinia, Goddess of Honeyed Tongues.
"But I was a lesser goddess. Mortals hardly recognized me or my importance, looking instead to gods who were more powerful. I grew more and more distraught at my lack of earned respect.
"And so I decided to use the gifts that were given to me with my immortality and power. I seduced the Lord Mercury's son, God of Dreams. After paying the small price of physical favors, I persuaded him to send mortals a dream. In that dream, they would all see me in my glory and beauty. Upon waking, they would feel great love for me and build me a temple.
"But before he could commit to his promise, we were found out by Diana, goddess of the Moon. She told of our midnight affair to Mercury, who deemed I was the one at fault, and not his son. I was cast from power and Olympus.
"In my disgraced state, I realized how angry and indignant I should be. It wasn't at all fair! I deserved as much recognition as any of the other gods and goddesses!"
She stopped, breathing hard, fighting to control the growing anger she felt again. Aya remained silent.
Narin sighed, and her fingers found the switch of a small lamp. The brightness from the bulb filtered through the dark blue shade threw the room into a blue-tinted light. It illuminated her, revealing her to Aya's eyes.
The light at first made him squint, but as they grew accustomed to it he filled his vision with the image of a woman in defeat.
Narrin wore a simple white garment, fashioned in classical Greek. Gathered at the shoulders, the fabric flowed from her upper torso to fall in gentle folds around her bare feet. The mere styling of the dress struck Aya as if she were mourning the loss of her past life.
His eyes were drawn to her hair, half drawn up into an intricate knot in the back of her head. The rest tumbled to her shoulders in a wavy dark brown mass.
Her pale skin stood out sharply in contrast to her dark hair, only a pink flush on the smooth cheeks. Her eyes were closed, one single, golden tear tracing down her face.
And thus Aya saw Narrin in her pure form, a real echo of her once goddess splendor.
...
Katsu knocked carefully on the door to the hotel room. She heard the unintelligible talking from inside quiet briefly, and then footsteps towards the door. The lock turned, and the handle swung the door inwards to reveal Yusuke's handsome face.
"Come on in, Katty."
She followed the Spirit Detective into the room where Kurama, Hiei, Kuwabara and Emiko sat on the twin beds and the chair by a small window. Yusuke sat down on the closer bed, and Katsu perched next to him.
"Okay, someone explain what's going on."
Yusuke glanced at the others before talking. "You know a new Queen just took power over France, right?"
Katsu nodded. "Yeah. I heard she was crowned only a week before I arrived."
"She's an ex-goddess," Kuwabara interjected. "And she stole our guide."
"Oh, because that just clears up everything." Katsu scowled at Kuwabara. "Whaddya mean, ex-goddess? Do goddesses even exist?"
"They exist." Emiko said grimly. "And even if they're only ex-goddesses, they can pack a mean...power, I guess. You see, Katsu, this goddess can control people just by speaking to them. Our guide, a man we only called Aya, can speak French. None of us could. When we went to take this false Queen down, she controlled Aya with her voice, and got away with him."
"But because we couldn't understand what she was saying, her powers couldn't effect us." Kurama said.
"She still has Aya, though. And sooner or later she'll get him to say something in Japanese, and we're screwed." Hiei reasoned.
"Oh," Katsu said, suddenly feeling afraid. "But...then what?"
"Well," Emiko said, a smirk playing on her lips. "We just have to get her angry enough."
"How's that supposed to help?" Kuwabara asked.
"Katsu, what's the one thing someone like a vain goddess would hate the most?" Emiko said, the smile widening on her face.
"Er..I don't know." Katsu chewed her lip pensively. "Someone smudging her makeup? I don't have a clue!"
Emiko's smile reached its full width. "But you're close. A goddess who loves people worshipping her will have a weak spot. If people don't think she's pretty, her self-conscious side will kick in. She'll get angry, and presto! she'll make a mistake."
Kurama studied his mate's face hard. "There's a lot of things that could happen wrong, but it's the best thing we've got."
...
Narrin was back in her personal chambers after her talk with Aya. She scowled into the mirror. It had gone totally backwards. Instead of she getting to him, he managed to get to her!
His face flashed before her eyes, like someone plastered his photograph there. She sighed. She couldn't start becoming soft! She couldn't start having silly mortal feelings for this man!
But his sharp gaze, and handsome face! Narrin sighed again.
"Like Venus and Adonis." Narrin murmured, taking down her hair. "Where the woman desires the man without a return in affection. Such a misguided heart, and a misguided affection! Why him, I wonder? My heart disobeys my better judgment."
She gazed at her reflection, searching the perfect face for any sign of imperfection. "And like Venus, I have everything to offer!
"Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
Well painted idol, image dull and dead,
Statue contenting but the eye alone,
Thing like a man, but of no woman bred,
Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion,
For men kiss even by their own direction."
The passage came easily to her lips, and she sighed before returning to bed. "I must forget I ever felt this, there is no possibility he would ever feel the same. Like Adonis, who dies before his affection could ever be directed, Aya shall become my slave, my mindless puppet."
With that despairing thought in her mind, she fell asleep.
End Chapter
Well, I made it through a chapter with the glove wristy thinger on. I don't much like it. It was hot and itchy and it's not very interesting to write OR read about.
Until next chapter,
Review!