I am so happy!!! My mom found the disc that would down load a newer version
of Microsoft word on our new computer, which means that I now have
SPELLCHECK!!! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy!
Happy! Happy!^_~
Anyway, here is chapter four and hopefully as the story progresses the
chapters will get better... I guess I needed time to get going on this and
hopefully this will be the best chapter yet!
Narrator: Yeah, me too!
Blonde Elf/ Blonde boy: *are still trying to catch the run away something or another that you all are supposed to be guessing. Hint: It's cute and furry*
Narrator:... (disclaimer)
The streets of Termina were quiet with the coming of night. Slowly darkness wrapped the outskirts, corners and hidden places in the city with a blanket that the arrows of remaining light didn't dare hope to penetrate. Hiding under the veil of shadow, an asp waited to strike...
"Quatre! Wait for me!" The boy waited long enough for the deku to catch up before he walked over to the door and reached for the handle. The moment he touched it the door sprang open and Quatre found himself jumping with sudden fright as he was almost introduced to the floor.
"Oh my! So sorry! So sorry! Didn't mean to frighten you!" Standing on the other side of the door was a rather interesting character. Completely bald, the elf stood about five nine and had on blue pants and a shirt with blue and white horizontal strips as thin as arrows. He couldn't seem to stand still and was obviously nervous. The guy hesitated, looking at Quatre for a moment before prancing inside the door and practically bowing the two out. When they left he turned to the front desk.
"Good evening ma'am," The fellow said, his voice as sweet as honey and slicker than oil. Anju took to him immediately.
"Hello sir, may I help you?"
"Yes actually. I was wondering about those two. I feel absolutely horrible that I nearly knocked that poor young elfling to the ground and I would like to make it up to them if I can. Would they happen to be staying here? Perhaps I can leave them a little something in their room...?"
"Well..." Anju paused, suddenly not quite sure what to think of the character. He seemed more than nice enough and she was very impressed that he wanted to make up for his previous actions even if it were a simple accident. She was so caught up in whether or not to let him into her guests chamber that she completely forgot to ask for his original reason to come to the inn, just as fully as she forgot to close the drawer containing the money paid by the customers. As smooth as silk, the elf's hand went into the drawer and came out again. The drawer was suddenly a lot more spacious...
"Please ma'am, I really must insist. An upright citizen like yourself would feel just the same if you were in my place."
"Um... very well. But I can only let you in for a moment."
"A moment is all I need." Anju turned and walking around from behind the desk, beckoned him upstairs. He started to follow suit (except for walking around from behind the desk) but it was just then that an idea struck him.
The fellow sprinted around to the back of the inn and made a quick search of the rooms. Deciding to start at the end and work his way back, the first room he came to was the kitchen. Bugs crawled around on the floor and cobwebs lined the corners. Sheesh... Even his hideout was cleaner...
The next room appeared to be completely devoid of life, though nicely furnished with a red carpet, bookcases lining the walls and fire burning steadily in the hearth. He turned to leave, but froze in his tracks when a voice came out from the back of the room.
"Hello Tortus. Did you come to see mother?"
"Eh?" He spun around to find the speaker. Sitting on a wheelchair by the hearth was a little old woman. Judging by her looks, the thief decided she should have gone to her grave twenty years ago.
"Come here Tortus." Not knowing what else to do, the intruder walked up to her. She smiled, revealing a mouth full of missing teeth, and reaching down, she took his hand in hers. The thief jumped and shivered her hand more like the bony claw of the dead than a living hand. In fact, she was so like the dead herself in this light, that he wouldn't have been able to tell the two apart. Grave robbing was a part of his profession, the corpses had always been, well, dead. This one was talking to him.
"Now Tortus, let mother tell you a story..." The prancing man, shaking uncontrollably now, stood in terror as the old hag started talking, the rot on her teeth not hidden from the light given off by the fire that lit the room.
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I wonder where he is? Anju thought as she stood by the door to the Knife Chamber. He's been gone for twenty minutes... She sighed and resigned herself to wait for him. It gave her a good excuse to daydream. Kafie, she thought. Where are you?
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It felt like an eternity, but the prancing thief was eventually able to slip away from the not-yet-but-should-be-dead hag. What luck, he thought irritably. Hopefully it will get better.
The third and last room in the back hall was about the size of a giant closet, which made sense considering it was a bathroom. Unfortunately it looked like it hadn't been used, or cleaned for that matter, since the inn was built and *that* was a long time ago. With nothing better to do, the prancing man turned to leave.
"Hey! Hold on a second! Got any paper?" The elf turned and found to his great surprise (and disgust), that a graying hand was sticking out of the toilet. "Dude, are you like, deaf or something? I said I need some paper."
"I heard what you said and, unfortunately, I'm disinclined to offer my service..."
"Oh, come on! Don't you have any paper?"
"Yes, in fact I even have toilet paper (the brand name's Scott)."
"That's the best kind! Oh, come on! Be a nice guy and lend me a hand."
"As I said before, no."
"Why you!!!" And with that, the hand disappeared back into the toilet and came back out holding a wad of... something and flung it at the elf.
"There! Now let's see how you like living in crap!" The guy stood there, absolutely stunned, his face and shirt covered in an untouchable substance. The hand vanished back into the toilet, and the sound of roaring laughter could be heard from deep within. The unfortunate thief turned and hurried back into the kitchen to cleanse himself by the drain before he hurried back up the stairs. Nope, his luck hadn't improved...
"I've been waiting a long time you know. What kept you?"
"Forgive me ma'am, nothing of immediate importance." He put on his most pleasant grin as Anju turned to open the door. He made a mental note to avoid the Stock Pot Inn for as long as possible after this whole affair. Then again, it didn't matter much if the whole town was going to be non- existent in a day or so.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Another chapter done!
Narrator: Yeah!
Blonde Elf/Blonde boy: *Have resorted to bribing the creature back into it's cage* What is the nature of this beast?!? We must know!
Me: By the way, here's a question for reviewers. I've had another idea for a Zelda fic, but I trying to cross it over with Yu-Gi-Oh. I have the story line for the Zelda side of it mostly figured out, but any suggestions for a problem to get Yugi and his gang more involved are more than welcome. I'm just not sure which way I want to pull this off...
Blonde Elf: *panting* Maybe... you should have... all the yami's... be mentally... retarded...
ME: Hmm... well, I could... Anyway, review, review and review some more! Remember, I WILL set my muse out for your blood if you don't- And your little dog too! HEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! ^_^
Sheik: ... I don't even like dogs. -_-;
Prancing Thief: I'm going to sue you for putting me through all that suffering!
Narrator: Well, get used to it 'cause it's gonna get worse!!!
PT: *face pales* W-w-what?!?!? That's not fair!
Me: Yeah, tell me about it. When I had to go through your stupid hideout in the game I was thinking the same thing.
PT: You did WHAT?
Sheik: Well, anyway, you all have to review. I don't get paid otherwise.
Narrator: Yeah, me too!
Blonde Elf/ Blonde boy: *are still trying to catch the run away something or another that you all are supposed to be guessing. Hint: It's cute and furry*
Narrator:... (disclaimer)
The streets of Termina were quiet with the coming of night. Slowly darkness wrapped the outskirts, corners and hidden places in the city with a blanket that the arrows of remaining light didn't dare hope to penetrate. Hiding under the veil of shadow, an asp waited to strike...
"Quatre! Wait for me!" The boy waited long enough for the deku to catch up before he walked over to the door and reached for the handle. The moment he touched it the door sprang open and Quatre found himself jumping with sudden fright as he was almost introduced to the floor.
"Oh my! So sorry! So sorry! Didn't mean to frighten you!" Standing on the other side of the door was a rather interesting character. Completely bald, the elf stood about five nine and had on blue pants and a shirt with blue and white horizontal strips as thin as arrows. He couldn't seem to stand still and was obviously nervous. The guy hesitated, looking at Quatre for a moment before prancing inside the door and practically bowing the two out. When they left he turned to the front desk.
"Good evening ma'am," The fellow said, his voice as sweet as honey and slicker than oil. Anju took to him immediately.
"Hello sir, may I help you?"
"Yes actually. I was wondering about those two. I feel absolutely horrible that I nearly knocked that poor young elfling to the ground and I would like to make it up to them if I can. Would they happen to be staying here? Perhaps I can leave them a little something in their room...?"
"Well..." Anju paused, suddenly not quite sure what to think of the character. He seemed more than nice enough and she was very impressed that he wanted to make up for his previous actions even if it were a simple accident. She was so caught up in whether or not to let him into her guests chamber that she completely forgot to ask for his original reason to come to the inn, just as fully as she forgot to close the drawer containing the money paid by the customers. As smooth as silk, the elf's hand went into the drawer and came out again. The drawer was suddenly a lot more spacious...
"Please ma'am, I really must insist. An upright citizen like yourself would feel just the same if you were in my place."
"Um... very well. But I can only let you in for a moment."
"A moment is all I need." Anju turned and walking around from behind the desk, beckoned him upstairs. He started to follow suit (except for walking around from behind the desk) but it was just then that an idea struck him.
The fellow sprinted around to the back of the inn and made a quick search of the rooms. Deciding to start at the end and work his way back, the first room he came to was the kitchen. Bugs crawled around on the floor and cobwebs lined the corners. Sheesh... Even his hideout was cleaner...
The next room appeared to be completely devoid of life, though nicely furnished with a red carpet, bookcases lining the walls and fire burning steadily in the hearth. He turned to leave, but froze in his tracks when a voice came out from the back of the room.
"Hello Tortus. Did you come to see mother?"
"Eh?" He spun around to find the speaker. Sitting on a wheelchair by the hearth was a little old woman. Judging by her looks, the thief decided she should have gone to her grave twenty years ago.
"Come here Tortus." Not knowing what else to do, the intruder walked up to her. She smiled, revealing a mouth full of missing teeth, and reaching down, she took his hand in hers. The thief jumped and shivered her hand more like the bony claw of the dead than a living hand. In fact, she was so like the dead herself in this light, that he wouldn't have been able to tell the two apart. Grave robbing was a part of his profession, the corpses had always been, well, dead. This one was talking to him.
"Now Tortus, let mother tell you a story..." The prancing man, shaking uncontrollably now, stood in terror as the old hag started talking, the rot on her teeth not hidden from the light given off by the fire that lit the room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wonder where he is? Anju thought as she stood by the door to the Knife Chamber. He's been gone for twenty minutes... She sighed and resigned herself to wait for him. It gave her a good excuse to daydream. Kafie, she thought. Where are you?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It felt like an eternity, but the prancing thief was eventually able to slip away from the not-yet-but-should-be-dead hag. What luck, he thought irritably. Hopefully it will get better.
The third and last room in the back hall was about the size of a giant closet, which made sense considering it was a bathroom. Unfortunately it looked like it hadn't been used, or cleaned for that matter, since the inn was built and *that* was a long time ago. With nothing better to do, the prancing man turned to leave.
"Hey! Hold on a second! Got any paper?" The elf turned and found to his great surprise (and disgust), that a graying hand was sticking out of the toilet. "Dude, are you like, deaf or something? I said I need some paper."
"I heard what you said and, unfortunately, I'm disinclined to offer my service..."
"Oh, come on! Don't you have any paper?"
"Yes, in fact I even have toilet paper (the brand name's Scott)."
"That's the best kind! Oh, come on! Be a nice guy and lend me a hand."
"As I said before, no."
"Why you!!!" And with that, the hand disappeared back into the toilet and came back out holding a wad of... something and flung it at the elf.
"There! Now let's see how you like living in crap!" The guy stood there, absolutely stunned, his face and shirt covered in an untouchable substance. The hand vanished back into the toilet, and the sound of roaring laughter could be heard from deep within. The unfortunate thief turned and hurried back into the kitchen to cleanse himself by the drain before he hurried back up the stairs. Nope, his luck hadn't improved...
"I've been waiting a long time you know. What kept you?"
"Forgive me ma'am, nothing of immediate importance." He put on his most pleasant grin as Anju turned to open the door. He made a mental note to avoid the Stock Pot Inn for as long as possible after this whole affair. Then again, it didn't matter much if the whole town was going to be non- existent in a day or so.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Another chapter done!
Narrator: Yeah!
Blonde Elf/Blonde boy: *Have resorted to bribing the creature back into it's cage* What is the nature of this beast?!? We must know!
Me: By the way, here's a question for reviewers. I've had another idea for a Zelda fic, but I trying to cross it over with Yu-Gi-Oh. I have the story line for the Zelda side of it mostly figured out, but any suggestions for a problem to get Yugi and his gang more involved are more than welcome. I'm just not sure which way I want to pull this off...
Blonde Elf: *panting* Maybe... you should have... all the yami's... be mentally... retarded...
ME: Hmm... well, I could... Anyway, review, review and review some more! Remember, I WILL set my muse out for your blood if you don't- And your little dog too! HEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! ^_^
Sheik: ... I don't even like dogs. -_-;
Prancing Thief: I'm going to sue you for putting me through all that suffering!
Narrator: Well, get used to it 'cause it's gonna get worse!!!
PT: *face pales* W-w-what?!?!? That's not fair!
Me: Yeah, tell me about it. When I had to go through your stupid hideout in the game I was thinking the same thing.
PT: You did WHAT?
Sheik: Well, anyway, you all have to review. I don't get paid otherwise.