Jimbo: Let's Not Make A Scene
Chapter 1
A Treasure Planet Fanfiction by Yami Shizuka
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Treasure Planet.
Author's Note: I know I'm taking forever with this story, I'm sorry, I'm a perfectionist. I'd like to thank all of you faithful readers and I'd like to say to The Magic Pocket Turtle, you are absolutely right. Reading back through, I feel ashamed for making some rookie mistakes - but hey, it's just a learning experience.
I'd like to say that this will still remain slash-free, I may be debauched - however, I don't feel this story calls for such a pairing. Now, without further ado, I'd like for you all to enjoy the revised edition of Jimbo! (…I believe I must've been experiencing a bit of writer's block when it comes to the title, I cringe at it now).
The surrounding buildings were shaky blurs as feet pounded the wet pavement. It was, to put it lightly, pouring sheets of rain and thunder rumbled loud enough to cover his gasping for air. His lungs burned, but he'd let them burst before he stopped. He raced toward the nearest alley and made a hairpin turn, diving behind a pile of trash and a dumpster. A pink blob hovered over the bags until a pale arm reached up and snatched it down into the waste.
Seconds later, footsteps stampeded by, followed by another crack of thunder. The rain poured down, though the tall buildings slowed it down to a more normal speed. There was a rustling before the pink blob popped back out of the trash and he sat up, pulling back the hood concealing most of his face and flopped back against the bricks. His blue eyes, sunken with deep shadows under them, stared up at the blog. His brown bangs, shaggy and overgrown, hung down over a pale face with flushed cheeks. His chest still hurt and the garbage made his stomach turn over. Despite this, he offered a small smile toward the pink blob, "we lost 'em Morph. They won't be able to track us now."
Silver growled, after a long day at work, he was not in the mood to walk home in a typhoon. Alas, home was where a hot shower and a warm bed awaited his return and he quickened his pace after that thought. The wind was howling all around him, he could almost hear the excited twittering of -
He stopped. It couldn't be, he thought to himself and shook his head, sending his jowls aquiver. He took another step forward and spun around. There was no mistaking that sound. It was coming from between to buildings and, without hesitation, he hurried toward the noise. He needed to know whether he had finally cracked or a certain blob was in that alley way.
The street lamps could not light much further than a few paces into the entrance, but Silver didn't have to worry as a pink blob shot out of the darkness and twittered madly around his head. "Morphie? What are ye doin' here?" he croaked in disbelief.
The blob tugged on his ear gently and he followed it toward the very back of the alley and stared as Morph flew around the pile of trash bags sitting next to the overflowing dumpster. Bending down, Silver's eyes flew wide.
"J-Jimbo?"
End Chapter
Author's Note: I got rid of the prologue, because I feel the story flows much better this way. It's going to be slightly different from where I was heading before - there's just too many pit falls waiting for me that way. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed and please review!