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INHERITAGE 0.5THE BEGINNING
Lawyers, I got about 160 bucks and I'm a month away from college. Bring it on.
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TODAY'S WORD IS: HELLSPAWN.We all know how Genma and Nodoka adopt Rhys. Just after he breaks a tall boys wrist. That's ancient history. Lost in the ages of about 13 years ago.
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Okay, maybe not lost. Hopefully not forgotten. So lets get buzzy.
NERIMAGenma was the officer of the house. Strict rules and regulations were his game, but it also was becoming very apparent to both Rhys and Nodoka that the rules basically only mattered depending on what mood he was in, and how much alcohol was in his system.
Yes, alcohol is key.
And of course he started teaching Rhys martial arts very early. The boy was a natural, having uncanny speed and grace for someone that young. His punches and hand combat was par, but his legs were very strong for a 5 year old.
Genma had insisted that Rhys take on a more Japanese name. Not a permanent name, just a surname to use so the children in school wouldn't have a hard time saying it.
Of course, neither of them really noticed that they had started using it everywhere. Well… Rhys noticed, but didn't argue. His real name had too many bad memories.
Where Genma was the drill instructor, Nodoka was the nurturer. Where Genma simply called Rhys 'boy'. Nodoka was the only person to call him Rhys. She was less of a parent and more of a friend or an older relative.
Nodoka worried about the boy though. The orphanage had told the couple that he had been forced to have a room of his own, which was a closet, because of constant nightmares that cause him to yell out in his sleep.
She was surprised that she could hear it over Genma's snoring, but she heard him yelling almost every night. It was probably less of actually hearing it and more like just knowing that it's happening. From their room, she couldn't determine what he was saying. Hell, even when she walked into his room she couldn't understand most of it.
Mainly because her English was rusty at first. AS she studied it again in her free time, she began to understand more and more.
She didn't dare wake him up. Even in the beginning, what she understood was heartrending. She didn't dare alienating him in his own home.
So she was faced with a challenge. Say nothing, keep his friendship, but allow him to suffer each night, or to awake him, risk alienating him, ruining their friendship, and even then he still would probably have the nightmares.
And with listening, she understood at least a small part about his mysterious past. And along with the normal words that are yelled in nightmares, there were the words as follows.
Momma and Poppa were usual. And he would sometimes say something like there were wolves. Usually something about that were cheetahs and humans. Always something about fire.
But what really tore Nodoka's heart out was always near the end. The yelling was over, and it had just regressed into cries of painful sorrow. Very quietly and said with complete helplessness, the small orphan that Nodoka had come to know would whisper the words…
"Little sister."
When Nodoka first heard that, she slumped against the wall behind her, almost waking the boy up. She stood there for a moment, staring off into space.
After that, she rarely went into his room. She couldn't bare hearing that one last part.
But then, just a few weeks before his 6th birthday, she would find pillows and blankets in the trash that had been ripped to shreds, and had yellow hair on them. And the yells were now accompanied by other sounds. Different sounds.
Animal sounds.
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Anyways, this made her excruciatingly curious. She again visited his room.
She discovered something very… interesting.
Of course, Genma almost found out as well.
THE ROOMThe tossing and turning was normal. But other things weren't.
The tail wasn't normal. The fur wasn't either. Or the claws, which were the reason for the utterly destroyed beddings. The spots in his hair were more pronounced. His face, except for two black stripes on his eyes, was covered in fine white fur.
So that's why he mumbled about cheetahs. He technically was one himself.
Then something snapped into place.
There were wolves. Were cheetahs. No, that wasn't what he was saying.
They're werewolves. We're werecheetahs.
Oberotan.
Loup Garou.
Lycanthrope.
Werecreatures.
Nodoka paused. She watched as he calmed down almost as soon as she got close to him. She watched him sleep for a time.
Until, that is, the sound of Genma's snoring stopped. She quickly but silently left the room just in time to close it as Genma walked into the hall.
He stared at her for a moment.
"What's with the boy?" He asked.
"N-nothing," She said, still shaken.
"Hmph," He said, droning in sleepiness.
Genma walked past her towards the kitchen.
She thought that the matter had been settled there.
But ever since the stillbirth, Genma had been slipping slowly into a psudo-insanity.
The matter was NOT over.
A FEW DAYS LATERWhat is "general uproar"?
Answer?
What word could best describe the current state of affairs in the Saotome household.
Genma knew why.
Rhys had no clue.
And Nodoka had a clue.
Genma had seen.
Plus he was yelling about training, purging, and setting the boy strait.
Judging by the rhythm and the order of the words, added into the Law of Saotome Continuity, Nodoka was able to surmise that he wanted to train the boy to be strong enough to purge his body of his lycanthrope so he could set the boy strait.
And so began their travels.
NEXT CHAPTER"So I was like 'What the hell!" and she was like "What the hell?" and I was like "What the hell."
…NOT REALLY
NOTE: OBEROTAN, LOUP GAROU, AND LYCANTHROPE ALL MEAN WEREWOLF. WELL… LYCANTHROPE IS THE TECHNICAL, SCIENTIFIC TERM FOR A WERECREATURE. LOUP GAROU IS FRENCH i think, AND OBEROTAN IS… ITALIAN I THINK. CAN'T REALLY REMEMBER. OBEROTAN AND LOUP GAROU, HOWEVER, ONLY PRETAIN TO WEREWOLVES. LOUP IS WOLF, SIMILAR TO LUPUS, THE GREEK WORD FOR WOLF.
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN INTERESTED IN LYCANTHROPES. GO FIGURE.
COMPLETED:
FRIDAY, MAY 13, 2005
12:05am
YAY SLEEP DISORDER!
