((Revamped and edited 6/17/09))
This week is spring break for us down in Small-Town USA. And, as per usual in Small-Town, USA, nothing is going on. So I'm sitting here listening to the same song over and over again and re-reading books from my shelf.
(And The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but that's another story...)
So I thought, 'What about posting some of those stories I have buried down in the confines of my computer?' And here I am.
Enjoy!
Disssyclaimer:Yes, I am bored. Bored enough to change 'Disclaimer' into 'Disssyclaimer' for my own enjoyment. Is enjoyment a word? I don't know. Oh, right...I don't own Konjiki no Gash Bell/Zatch Bell!. Or The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Although currently, I do feel a lot like Marvin.
The Nature of a Book
Kiyomaro has come to think that the color of a mamodo's book reflects the nature of the demon it belongs to.
For example, Brago-- whose cynical nature and outward appearance could (and did) scare small children-- his book is black. Like death. Like the darkness that lurks always just below his stoic facade. But black didn't mean evil, the two weren't synonymous; black meant the presence of all things, black meant a heart not quite sure of its purpose.
Kyanchome, along with his partner Folgore, were... unusual, to say the least. And maybe a little dense. Kyanchome's book is yellow, the color of hope. Hope that shines as bright as the golden sun. No matter how many times they faced their own impending weakness (for no one could argue that Kyanchome was a shoo-in to be king), they strove for higher heights, more difficult battles, and always, always, came out on top.
(Kiyomaro is certain that a good bit of pure dumb luck is imbued into Kyanchome and his partner. It certainly hasn't hurt.)
Both Umagon's and Tio's books are similar shades and hues of orange-- representing not only Umagon's own firepower and Tio's fiery (and equally dangerous) temper, but also the setting sun, the fiery sunrise. Renewal. The power to get up and keep on fighting. Tio protects with this fire, with shields and support, and Umagon charges whatever harm may come with fiery gait and heart.
And Gash-- Gash, with his goofy grins and wide, innocent eyes-- his oh-so-familiar book is red. Red, the color of determination and grit. Red-- the color of all that blood Kiyomaro spilled to help him find his purpose and help him realize it, the color of all the dreams they had to put to an end because of an age-old battle. Dreams including their own.
There was a courage burning red in Gash's golden eyes. It suited the demon child, but not Kiyomaro.
Sometimes, Kiyomaro wished it did.