The Book of Donuts and Humor
Chapter Five
O/N: I know at lot of people don't read the Aurthor's Notes and things. Since no one left stuff for the PARTY, I'll make it next chapter. If you want to have an original character or yourself at the extra PARTY thing I'm writing next chapter for the finally, just fill out the form at the end of this chapter and put it in a review or send it to my email at:
inu_angel_z@yahoo.com
Warning: This capter is a little more serious then the others. More plot in this one.
On with the story!
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Vash stared at the girl, her eyes covered by her bangs. He was waiting for her to speak. He felt if he did, it would either interupt something or cause an unbalancement in the feel around them. He heard her sigh quitetly and watched as she moved her head upward so he could see her eyes. Shisha wasn't focused on Vash, though, but on a wonderfully done oil painting of a beautiful woman with flowing dark hair and eyes the same as Jamey's. She sat on a painted velvet chair, the same real one across the room from them. Her gown was the same purple color, though a lighter shade if you looked closely, as the chair, fingers ringed with only gold and emerald on two fingers. She was married.
"'Jasmine Emeraldmyst, Beloved Mother and Treatured Daughter/Wife,'" Shisha read the engravings in gold under the frame. She had a look in her eyes, sad but thoughtful. Smiling slightly, she continued in an almost emotionless voice, "She was a nice lady, always polite. She was fun to be with even though she was shut away most of her life. I knew her well enough, being another girl helped. She stayed away from men mostly. Her sons and huspand were the only exceptions."
Vash stared at her, not interupting, only watching. He then noticed engravings below wat Shisha had read. The years she was alive were....only about seventy years after the humans came to Gunmoke?! How could a girl that old look so young?!
The mentioned continued to look at the painting, seemingly unaware of the gunman's gaping gaze. What she said next was another matter. "Yes, I did know her. She is Jamey's mother." Turning her head in Vash's direction, she smiled slightly. "I am that old. I shall make this as short as I can." With that her explaination began.
"When Jamey found me I didn't remember who I was. Nothing of my past memories existed in me. I had the body of a five year old, I think. I'm not really sure. Well, Jamey found me in the desert by old recage when was was out riding. He took me back home, to this house. His mother had just lost a daughter and, even though I looked nothing like her, adopted me as a replacement. Jasmine's huspand was a kind but stern man and was opposed to the idea, but let me stay for his beloved's happiness.
"Several years later I looked as I am now. Jasmine died giving birth to a daughter, her sixth and last child. That day also I remembered who I was. I also remembered my powers. Everyone was scared of me but Jamey, who was about seventeen at the time but still had the body of a ten year old. He had awakened to his powers before me." Shisha paused, turning her attention back to Vash. Her gaze had wandered back to the woman's painting as she spoke of her.
"Have you seen then paintings in the dining room? Those are picture of how Earth looked, the home planet before we came here. I remember Earth. Before the spaceships had ever been built, there were experiments going on with the human physcy. I was one of the succsessful projects. Jameys and Ms. Meryl are decendents of my 'brothers' and 'sisters'."
Vash stared at her, speachless. He thought she was done, but she really wasn't. "I am not human, Mr. Ericks. Neither is Jamey. Ms. Meryl has only awakened partly. I hope she stays the way she is. If she awakens, she won't be as strong as first or fourth generations like Jamey and I, but she will lives as long as she decides to."
The gunman stared at her still, thinking. 'There are others not human.' Alteast he wasn't alone. But one thought hit him hard, 'She's older than me!' For some reason this bothered him. 'A girl who looks like a teenager is over a 100 years old. And she's stuck in that form like I am.'
***********The Room Where Xani Yue was Attacked**********
Xani Yue had stopped cry and was now drying her eyes. "Is she going to tell him EVERYTHING?"
Her question surprised Jamey. She had never attacked like this before, always the spoiled brat. "I think so. He isn't as he seems, just like us."
She stared at him. She knew Jamey was older than her, and that Mistress was close to him. That was about it. They acted like brother and sister, even if they weren't blood related. The only sure thing she did know about him personally was that he was WAY older than her and she was a desendent of one of his sisblings. "I know that."
She did. One of her powers was being able to scence things that other people couldn't, like when someone was lieing or hiding something important. She could also see human auras and such. Every Awakened, as they called themselves, knew the difference between a human and another of their own kind. Mr. Ericks was neither, and she had only heard of one other like him.
"You must sleep now." He didn't sound like he normally did. 'Atleast I know where he's going,' thought Yue as she watched him walk toward her. "I shall escort you to your room."
She just nodded, taking the shorter person's offered arm and letting him lead her out the door and down the hall.
**********To Meryl and the Uknown Scene************
Wolfwood was on his stumic, Milly bending over him. They were fully clothed, relaxed also. Meryl was staring at them and gaping as they stared back at her. "What are you two doing?!" she finally managed. Milly pointed wordlessly to a gaint sheet of paper. On it were detailed drawings of human bodies, man and woman, with presure points in different colors.
"Oh." Meryl felt kinda...dumb. Backing out the door, she closed them and leaned against the wall.
So you feel stupid. Sometimes you are. NO! It was that 'little voice' again! When would it ever leave her alone?!
'What do you want?'
You could be a little more polite. I'm just trying to help, ya know.
'....Tell me and go away...'
Fine, fine. Just wanted to tell ya that Shisha is not Shisha.
'Whatever. Will you stop bothering me and go now?!' You're really annoying, she wanted to add but didn't. If she did, the voice would stay even longer.
Fine. And it was finally gone.
With that, Meryl set off to find Vash and Shisha.
*********Shisha and Vash Room**********
"And Xani Yue?" Vash was curious, something that didn't happen often.
"She is a desendent of Rose Emeraldmyst, sixth child of Jasmine and sister to Jamey. She takes after her mother greatly, but has the family's deep green eyes. Though hers are a little darker than normal." Vash just nodded.
Shisha was staring at him again. "I am only called Shisha by most. Xani Yue calls me Mistress since she doesn't like to call me by my name." Pausing, she turned her gaze to a covered painting. "Would you like to learn it? No one but Miss Yue and Jamey know it. The three maids and housekeeper here call me Shisha as well."
Vash nodded slightly, blue eyes fixed on her movements. She had walked over to the only covered painting in the room and was now removing the cover. Folding the clothe Shisha stepped away, letting him have a clear veiw of it.
A painted girl a few years younger, but looked the same as, Shisha steadily gazed back at him. Her red gown fit perfectly, the hanging silk sleeves dangingly off her wristes. She held a white rose in one hand, the thorns not percing the skin, a red one in another. Her hair was braided with copper threads. She stood, a crystal lake out the stained glass window behind her. The artist had captured her perfectly. So perfectly it looked almost real. Vash was awed.
"That is me only two years before I awakened. This was done by the third child of Jasmine Emeraldmyst, Lavender Emeraldmyst who had powers with painting. She could capture anything on canvase and make it look almost real." She was smiling at a happy memory as she said this.
Vash looked at the copper marker under the portrait. It read:
'Aurora Rubyrain, Child of the Night and Friend to All'
'Aurora, the Northern Lights.' They had them even on this planet. There was something weird about the surname, though. Since he was curious again, Vash asked about it.
Shisha, now Aurora, just smiled at him. "Emerald was the color of their eyes, the family's dark green trademark. Myst was for their cloaded powers. Not everyone had them in the family. For me, I was covered in blood when Jamey found me, hence ruby. Rain, ironicly, is because I never cryed. I never spoke until I awakened."
Vash nodded in understanding.
Aurora's face became serious. "You know a lot more than anyone, really. There is one thing about our powers. We call ourselves the Awakened. There are many more of us than people know, and we can tell if someone is human or one of us by as much as a glance." She paused for a moment, then continued, "You are neither. I only know of like you...like you. The powers you give off are as strong, I think as my own. And I was the last successful experiment on Earth. Everything they knew already, they tried on me."
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A/N Well, I hope you liked it. The next chapter is the last chapter. I only do six chapter per story. I don't know why.
Next Chapter: Together again, more surprises, and leaving.
Note: IF YOU WANT TO BE WRITEN IN THE PARTY PART NEXT CHAPTER, FILL OUT THE FORM BELOW. Thank you.
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guardianangeloflight: Thanks for reveiwing. Sorry this chapter is so late. Computer trouble and everything.
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Claymade: I'm glad you like it. I know my style isn't really like most people's. But most seem to like it for some reason....^^?
Reveiw. You know you want to.
Chapter Five
O/N: I know at lot of people don't read the Aurthor's Notes and things. Since no one left stuff for the PARTY, I'll make it next chapter. If you want to have an original character or yourself at the extra PARTY thing I'm writing next chapter for the finally, just fill out the form at the end of this chapter and put it in a review or send it to my email at:
inu_angel_z@yahoo.com
Warning: This capter is a little more serious then the others. More plot in this one.
On with the story!
*`*`*`*`*`*`*
Vash stared at the girl, her eyes covered by her bangs. He was waiting for her to speak. He felt if he did, it would either interupt something or cause an unbalancement in the feel around them. He heard her sigh quitetly and watched as she moved her head upward so he could see her eyes. Shisha wasn't focused on Vash, though, but on a wonderfully done oil painting of a beautiful woman with flowing dark hair and eyes the same as Jamey's. She sat on a painted velvet chair, the same real one across the room from them. Her gown was the same purple color, though a lighter shade if you looked closely, as the chair, fingers ringed with only gold and emerald on two fingers. She was married.
"'Jasmine Emeraldmyst, Beloved Mother and Treatured Daughter/Wife,'" Shisha read the engravings in gold under the frame. She had a look in her eyes, sad but thoughtful. Smiling slightly, she continued in an almost emotionless voice, "She was a nice lady, always polite. She was fun to be with even though she was shut away most of her life. I knew her well enough, being another girl helped. She stayed away from men mostly. Her sons and huspand were the only exceptions."
Vash stared at her, not interupting, only watching. He then noticed engravings below wat Shisha had read. The years she was alive were....only about seventy years after the humans came to Gunmoke?! How could a girl that old look so young?!
The mentioned continued to look at the painting, seemingly unaware of the gunman's gaping gaze. What she said next was another matter. "Yes, I did know her. She is Jamey's mother." Turning her head in Vash's direction, she smiled slightly. "I am that old. I shall make this as short as I can." With that her explaination began.
"When Jamey found me I didn't remember who I was. Nothing of my past memories existed in me. I had the body of a five year old, I think. I'm not really sure. Well, Jamey found me in the desert by old recage when was was out riding. He took me back home, to this house. His mother had just lost a daughter and, even though I looked nothing like her, adopted me as a replacement. Jasmine's huspand was a kind but stern man and was opposed to the idea, but let me stay for his beloved's happiness.
"Several years later I looked as I am now. Jasmine died giving birth to a daughter, her sixth and last child. That day also I remembered who I was. I also remembered my powers. Everyone was scared of me but Jamey, who was about seventeen at the time but still had the body of a ten year old. He had awakened to his powers before me." Shisha paused, turning her attention back to Vash. Her gaze had wandered back to the woman's painting as she spoke of her.
"Have you seen then paintings in the dining room? Those are picture of how Earth looked, the home planet before we came here. I remember Earth. Before the spaceships had ever been built, there were experiments going on with the human physcy. I was one of the succsessful projects. Jameys and Ms. Meryl are decendents of my 'brothers' and 'sisters'."
Vash stared at her, speachless. He thought she was done, but she really wasn't. "I am not human, Mr. Ericks. Neither is Jamey. Ms. Meryl has only awakened partly. I hope she stays the way she is. If she awakens, she won't be as strong as first or fourth generations like Jamey and I, but she will lives as long as she decides to."
The gunman stared at her still, thinking. 'There are others not human.' Alteast he wasn't alone. But one thought hit him hard, 'She's older than me!' For some reason this bothered him. 'A girl who looks like a teenager is over a 100 years old. And she's stuck in that form like I am.'
***********The Room Where Xani Yue was Attacked**********
Xani Yue had stopped cry and was now drying her eyes. "Is she going to tell him EVERYTHING?"
Her question surprised Jamey. She had never attacked like this before, always the spoiled brat. "I think so. He isn't as he seems, just like us."
She stared at him. She knew Jamey was older than her, and that Mistress was close to him. That was about it. They acted like brother and sister, even if they weren't blood related. The only sure thing she did know about him personally was that he was WAY older than her and she was a desendent of one of his sisblings. "I know that."
She did. One of her powers was being able to scence things that other people couldn't, like when someone was lieing or hiding something important. She could also see human auras and such. Every Awakened, as they called themselves, knew the difference between a human and another of their own kind. Mr. Ericks was neither, and she had only heard of one other like him.
"You must sleep now." He didn't sound like he normally did. 'Atleast I know where he's going,' thought Yue as she watched him walk toward her. "I shall escort you to your room."
She just nodded, taking the shorter person's offered arm and letting him lead her out the door and down the hall.
**********To Meryl and the Uknown Scene************
Wolfwood was on his stumic, Milly bending over him. They were fully clothed, relaxed also. Meryl was staring at them and gaping as they stared back at her. "What are you two doing?!" she finally managed. Milly pointed wordlessly to a gaint sheet of paper. On it were detailed drawings of human bodies, man and woman, with presure points in different colors.
"Oh." Meryl felt kinda...dumb. Backing out the door, she closed them and leaned against the wall.
So you feel stupid. Sometimes you are. NO! It was that 'little voice' again! When would it ever leave her alone?!
'What do you want?'
You could be a little more polite. I'm just trying to help, ya know.
'....Tell me and go away...'
Fine, fine. Just wanted to tell ya that Shisha is not Shisha.
'Whatever. Will you stop bothering me and go now?!' You're really annoying, she wanted to add but didn't. If she did, the voice would stay even longer.
Fine. And it was finally gone.
With that, Meryl set off to find Vash and Shisha.
*********Shisha and Vash Room**********
"And Xani Yue?" Vash was curious, something that didn't happen often.
"She is a desendent of Rose Emeraldmyst, sixth child of Jasmine and sister to Jamey. She takes after her mother greatly, but has the family's deep green eyes. Though hers are a little darker than normal." Vash just nodded.
Shisha was staring at him again. "I am only called Shisha by most. Xani Yue calls me Mistress since she doesn't like to call me by my name." Pausing, she turned her gaze to a covered painting. "Would you like to learn it? No one but Miss Yue and Jamey know it. The three maids and housekeeper here call me Shisha as well."
Vash nodded slightly, blue eyes fixed on her movements. She had walked over to the only covered painting in the room and was now removing the cover. Folding the clothe Shisha stepped away, letting him have a clear veiw of it.
A painted girl a few years younger, but looked the same as, Shisha steadily gazed back at him. Her red gown fit perfectly, the hanging silk sleeves dangingly off her wristes. She held a white rose in one hand, the thorns not percing the skin, a red one in another. Her hair was braided with copper threads. She stood, a crystal lake out the stained glass window behind her. The artist had captured her perfectly. So perfectly it looked almost real. Vash was awed.
"That is me only two years before I awakened. This was done by the third child of Jasmine Emeraldmyst, Lavender Emeraldmyst who had powers with painting. She could capture anything on canvase and make it look almost real." She was smiling at a happy memory as she said this.
Vash looked at the copper marker under the portrait. It read:
'Aurora Rubyrain, Child of the Night and Friend to All'
'Aurora, the Northern Lights.' They had them even on this planet. There was something weird about the surname, though. Since he was curious again, Vash asked about it.
Shisha, now Aurora, just smiled at him. "Emerald was the color of their eyes, the family's dark green trademark. Myst was for their cloaded powers. Not everyone had them in the family. For me, I was covered in blood when Jamey found me, hence ruby. Rain, ironicly, is because I never cryed. I never spoke until I awakened."
Vash nodded in understanding.
Aurora's face became serious. "You know a lot more than anyone, really. There is one thing about our powers. We call ourselves the Awakened. There are many more of us than people know, and we can tell if someone is human or one of us by as much as a glance." She paused for a moment, then continued, "You are neither. I only know of like you...like you. The powers you give off are as strong, I think as my own. And I was the last successful experiment on Earth. Everything they knew already, they tried on me."
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A/N Well, I hope you liked it. The next chapter is the last chapter. I only do six chapter per story. I don't know why.
Next Chapter: Together again, more surprises, and leaving.
Note: IF YOU WANT TO BE WRITEN IN THE PARTY PART NEXT CHAPTER, FILL OUT THE FORM BELOW. Thank you.
Form:
Name:
(color)
Hair:
Eyes:
(You don't need to put a lot of detail if you don't want to.)
Clothes:
Breif How You/They Act:
Credits:
guardianangeloflight: Thanks for reveiwing. Sorry this chapter is so late. Computer trouble and everything.
Sets17: Thanks! ^^ Now that you know what happened, what do you think? Love&Peace!
Claymade: I'm glad you like it. I know my style isn't really like most people's. But most seem to like it for some reason....^^?
Reveiw. You know you want to.