Disclaimer: I still don't own Jing or Kir, or any characters from the manga/anime. Zyni is mine though.
"We made it!" Kir exclaimed in a whisper as the duo finally made it off of the stairs.
"Heh, better knock on wood," Jing chuckled. "Okay, so how bad is this lock?"
"See for yourself," Kir replied, leading the way down into the cellar. "We're not going to be able to blast this thing open, though. The little brat would wake up and then we'd have some real trouble."
"You know," Jing began as he tried to weave his way around stacks of boxes and other things, "you would think that as neat as these people are, they're basement would be a little neater - " And just as he said that a box fell over, scattering a bunch of photographs on the floor.
"Who's the clutz this time?" Kir grinned. "Whatcha got there, Jing?"
Jing was looking at one of the photos that spilled onto the floor. It was a much younger Zyni, maybe at three years old, playing with a girl who looked like she might have been twelve or thirteen. Both girls shared green eyes and kinki curly brown hair. And both of them were smiling. Jing flipped the photo over and read the lettering written on the back. "Marguerite - 13, Zynfindel, 3 1/2."
"Marguerite?" Kir repeated. "Who's that?"
"My guess is that she's Zyni's sister."
"If she has a sister then why isn't this Marguerite here?"
"Couldn't sa-"
"JING! JING WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Jing stuffed the photo in his pocket, bolting back up the stairs.
"Doesn't this kid ever stay asleep?" Kir demanded, flying behind Jing.
"Apparently not," Jing muttered, rounding the corner and up the stairs. He found Zyni standing in front of a window, looking very frightened. "Zyni, what's wrong?"
"I... I heard something," Zyni answered. "And I saw something move outside. Its the Bandit King!" She clinged to Jing's leg, burying her face in his coat. "He's come to steal me!"
"No one's going to steal you," Jing reassured the little girl. "I-"
But a crash downstairs startled all of the little group, and Jing moved in front of Zyni protectively.
"Its him!" Zyni whimpered.
"Zyni, I want you to run back to your room and lock the door," Jing ordered. "Kir and I will check it out."
"I...I can't," she cried, tears springing into her eyes. "I'm too scared!"
Jing looked torn. "Kir, you go with Zyni."
"Are you sure, Jing?" Kir asked.
"Hey, no worries," Jing replied easily, heading down the stairs. "I can take care of myself. Besides," he added to his breath, "there's only one bandit king and I'm not going to let anyone get away with my treasure."
A/N: yes another short chapter, I apologize! but it is an update right? I'll have more soon, provided that I don't suffer another concussion from hitting my head at work (plastic factories are ebil). More soon, I promise!
"We made it!" Kir exclaimed in a whisper as the duo finally made it off of the stairs.
"Heh, better knock on wood," Jing chuckled. "Okay, so how bad is this lock?"
"See for yourself," Kir replied, leading the way down into the cellar. "We're not going to be able to blast this thing open, though. The little brat would wake up and then we'd have some real trouble."
"You know," Jing began as he tried to weave his way around stacks of boxes and other things, "you would think that as neat as these people are, they're basement would be a little neater - " And just as he said that a box fell over, scattering a bunch of photographs on the floor.
"Who's the clutz this time?" Kir grinned. "Whatcha got there, Jing?"
Jing was looking at one of the photos that spilled onto the floor. It was a much younger Zyni, maybe at three years old, playing with a girl who looked like she might have been twelve or thirteen. Both girls shared green eyes and kinki curly brown hair. And both of them were smiling. Jing flipped the photo over and read the lettering written on the back. "Marguerite - 13, Zynfindel, 3 1/2."
"Marguerite?" Kir repeated. "Who's that?"
"My guess is that she's Zyni's sister."
"If she has a sister then why isn't this Marguerite here?"
"Couldn't sa-"
"JING! JING WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Jing stuffed the photo in his pocket, bolting back up the stairs.
"Doesn't this kid ever stay asleep?" Kir demanded, flying behind Jing.
"Apparently not," Jing muttered, rounding the corner and up the stairs. He found Zyni standing in front of a window, looking very frightened. "Zyni, what's wrong?"
"I... I heard something," Zyni answered. "And I saw something move outside. Its the Bandit King!" She clinged to Jing's leg, burying her face in his coat. "He's come to steal me!"
"No one's going to steal you," Jing reassured the little girl. "I-"
But a crash downstairs startled all of the little group, and Jing moved in front of Zyni protectively.
"Its him!" Zyni whimpered.
"Zyni, I want you to run back to your room and lock the door," Jing ordered. "Kir and I will check it out."
"I...I can't," she cried, tears springing into her eyes. "I'm too scared!"
Jing looked torn. "Kir, you go with Zyni."
"Are you sure, Jing?" Kir asked.
"Hey, no worries," Jing replied easily, heading down the stairs. "I can take care of myself. Besides," he added to his breath, "there's only one bandit king and I'm not going to let anyone get away with my treasure."
A/N: yes another short chapter, I apologize! but it is an update right? I'll have more soon, provided that I don't suffer another concussion from hitting my head at work (plastic factories are ebil). More soon, I promise!