Note: I need to buckle down and get these chapters on a early update schedule! I don't like how long I'm taking in getting these out, I've always hated writers that make me wait. So I try to work double time on the next.
"No...Okiru-otouto. Your master is Sahasrahla...he's not mine." Iago voiced slowly, never halting his black grin for second, as Okiru gawk at the older shaman. The boy was as befuddled as he was stun. Among all the people in Kakariko, for Iago to stand against him...the one who helped raise him, encourage him, defend him...
"Iago..." The young shaman related, no higher than a whisper, "It's not true...you're a good guy. Tell it to my face-"
"Okiru! This is just something you'll have to accept!!" Iago shouted to the boy, his smirk gone and replaced with deep frown, "I have been in Master Rinkar's charge for some time now. His cause is my cause...his enemies are my enemies..." The young man reared back into a position that alerted to one possible reaction: Attack, "Okiru-otouto...I am not going to save you this time. So don't expect it."
The older shaman rocketed forward, his right arm across his chest as held it to strike. Okiru, though, did not move. As far as the younger shaman was concern, the real world could wait as he drifted back into past. To a time when the young man was a boy like Okiru and the boy was a child...
Summer. Trees burst with green, skies filled with blue. It was a time for children to play in sunny weather with toys and balls.
One little boy was happily running across a grassy field as he pulled on a white string. From behind him, a bird shaped figure soar gentle up, climbing higher and higher as the boy ran.
Okiru slowed to a stop and twist around to his fluttering play-thing. The kite draft softly to the right, but with a tug from the tiny Okiru it suddenly jerked left. A bright grin roared across his face as the little boy watched the red, red robin dance. And he controlled it, like it was magic.
The strength of the wind had started to die and the tiny Okiru quickly took action, starting to run again. The kite began to float up, laughing in the face of gravity and continued it's wallace in the air. The boy ran faster and screamed in delight as his friend danced behind him. Passing a tree, the tiny Okiru felt the string burn out of his hands and over his shoulder. Okiru turned and looked up...the red, red robin hung upside down as it's white string twisted around a brown branch. The boy's grin dissolved.
The tiny Okiru followed the brown branch to it's equally brown trunk and down to it's brown roots. It's a mountain, not a tree, the boy thought to himself. He pushed his sleeves back and flexed his little muscles. Every mountain must be climbed, else why would it be mountain? With powerful leap, Okiru flew up to the trunk and shifted his whole body up the bark. Higher and higher the boy climbed, the tree's brown surface scrabbing his skin, until he reached the branch with Okiru's kite friend.
The child looked down...the drop was a life-threatening (five feet), but Okiru could hear the cries of the red, red robin saying 'Help me! Help me!!' He could not leave his good friend to fate's cruel hand!! Standing on a branch isn't as easy as it sounds...Okiru could feel his body being pulled down, left and right, as he carefully placed one foot in front of the other. One foot closer to the kite...
The red, red robin was a few steps away! The tiny Okiru could see the white string wrapped in every which-way around the brown branch. He would need to pull on the string to free the kite friend and it wasn't going to be an easy task. The boy leaned down...suddenly Okiru's right foot slipped!! The child's whole right side was dragged downward and off the branch. The ground grow closer and closer...
WHACK!!!!!!
The young shaman rolled across the graveyard's stone path. Staking up, Okiru rubbed the swore cheek that Iago had struck, still in shock of the moment. Th older shaman glared back at the boy, his body turned away from the young shaman. He shifted his sights to the blonde maiden at his feet, hands grasping at her throat as she desperately tried to speak. Breathless gasps and silent mutters was all she could emit from her mouth. The fear was finally setting in and Meeko started to feel the tears streaming down her face. I'm so helpless, the girl thought to herself, I can't believe how helpless I am.
The tiny fairy, Puck, was hovering about Meeko's head and stared Iago down. She was certainly as defenseless as the maiden, but Puck was will to fight tooth and nail to protect her powerless friend. Iago faced both the girls with an calm demeanor, then turned towards the boy again...
"That was careless, Okiru-otouto..." The older shaman annoucned to the other, "Not only did you not defend yourself, you let these two wide open for an attack!"
"Iago! You wouldn't!!"
"Don't be careless, Okiru."
The young shaman shifted up into a pose of defense, arms in front and knees bent. Iago was right. If Okiru were to lose, then Meeko and Puck would be at the mercy of that Rinkar character. The boy looked over to the black cloaked man, still atop the gravestone he appeared on and surveyed the scene between Iago and him. The very first thing this guy did was hurt Meeko-chan, Okiru silently thought, he's bad and that's all I need to know!!
The boy's attentions were turned away from Rinkar when the older shaman charge at Okiru again. When he reached the young shaman, Iago leaped up and swung his leg at the boy's head. Okiru quickly jumped backwards and pushed out with his hands, knocking the leg off course and miss the boy's head. The Iago landed and tore forward with carefully aimed kicks and punches. Okiru blocked, duck, and dodged as many blows as he could...however he did received a decent amount of hits. The torrent ended with full kick to the young shaman's chest that sent the boy to the ground...
The tiny Okiru rose up slowly, his whole side hurt and his head whirled with pain. Craning his eyes back up to the brown branch, the little boy could see the red, red robin was still subtended in the air by the white string. All of his hard work for was nothing...a frown formed across the child's face.
The wind abruptly hit Okiru's face, carrying laughter of a new party. The child turned and found three boys, all older, throwing rocks at each other and exchanging a few 'special' names. A big kid is taller than me! The tiny Okiru realized with excitement, they could reach the kite easy!! Ignoring the ache in his side, the little boy ran to the three.
"HA HA!! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!! YOU THROW LIKE A GIRL!!" One boy proclaimed as Okiru neared. The said boy was tall with bright red hair and a shirt to matched his head, "YOUR ARM'S RETARDED!!!"
"I'M GOING KICK YOUR ASS, SO SHUT-UP!!!" Another boy yelled back, this one with blue hair and shirt.
"IF I THROW LIKE A GIRL, YOU THROW LIKE YOUR WHOREY GRANDMOTHER!!!" The last boy bellowed, hair and shirt both green.
Okiru slowed to a stop a few feet away from the three boys. The group continued to play their game of war, not noticing the little boy watching them and the tiny Okiru just continued to watch. The child wasn't sure what to say, fearing that uttering the wrong sequence of words would leave the little boy's request denied. It's happened before.
"Um...I need some help..." The tiny Okiru related in a small voice, "My kite's stuck in a tree and I fell down when I tried ta' get it"
Despite the timid tone of the boy, the three heard Okiru's cry and ceased in their play. The older boys grouped around the child, causing the smaller boy to scrunch down. The tiny Okiru looked to each boy and swallowed...what were they going to do to him?!
"Hey! Your that kid who lives at the old geezer's house, right?" The blue boy posed.
"...Yeah..." The small child peeped in reply.
"So what's that crazy crack like?!" The red boy asked at loud manner.
"...I don't know. He's like...him."
"HA HA HA!! What kind of answer's that!!!" The green boy exclaimed, "Your so stupid!!!"
"I'm not stupid!!" Okiru retorted in definite, 8-year-old tone.
"You can help but be stupid!! Your a Nothing!!!" Blasted the red boy.
"I am something!!!!"
"No your not! Your not a Hylian or a Sheikah, your a Nothing!!"
"SHUT-UP!!!" The tiny Okiru charged at the red boy and started to hit him as hard as his little fist could strike...to no avail...
"HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! The baby Nothing is going to fight us!!" The red boy mockingly announced as he shoved Okiru back and to the blue boy.
"His a big, strong Nothing, isn't he!!!" The blue boy copied the last's previous action and pushed the small child to the green boy.
"BIG BAD NOTHING!!!" The green boy shouted and shoved.
The three continued to push the tiny Okiru between one another, back and forth, laughing and scream in delight. This new game was much better then playing war... Okiru twisted and tried digging his feet in the ground, but the boys just pushed hard and hard, stopping any attempt to end their new game. An idea popped into one of the boys' mind and he smile with glee. The little boy was shoved to the smiling boy and the older reared his arm back. Okiru was a foot away for running into the boy when the arm was thrust forward...
The young shaman fell backwards as Iago's fist struck his jaw. Hitting the ground with a loud bang, Okiru laid sprawled out in pain. The two had been fighting for several minutes and the boy had not once fought back...
"Okiru-otouto..." The older shaman said as he loomed over the younger, "You must attack me. I know your not this weak..."
The comment struck a cord with the boy as Iago continued to glared down at him. Okiru pivoted his lower torso over his head, causing his legs to fly up. The young man jumped out of the way of the pair of limes and back a few feet. At the same time, the young shaman pushed off with his hands, against the ground and preformed his own acrobatic feat, landing perfectly on his feet.
"That's it, Okiru..." Iago smirked at the boy, "Fight me! Cast away those feelings of fear and doubt and release your true potential!!"
"Iago..." Okiru muttered once again. Your the one who helped me...
The three boys of red, green, and blue cackled and laughed at the tiny Okiru, weeping on the ground as his tears mixed with blood. The funny thing about a bloodily noise is that you can't quite breath and all you could taste is copper. But Okiru felt another sensation as laid on the ground...the three older boys towering over him. A feeling that wrapped around the little dangling thing at the back of the boy's throat...
His pride.
Tattered but still strong, the young child's pride kept him from yelping for assistance or an end to the abuse. The fun of attacking another soon died down and the three simply walked away without a word...though with a few snickers. They would look for another poor soul to torment, a dog or cucco, to finish up their day of play.
The tiny Okiru sat himself up into a sitting position and stared after the the older boys. As their heads disappeared from view behind a hill, the small child clanged his eyes shut and let out a shrieking holler, accustom to a 8-year-old. It was a shameful cry that the little boys was entitled to.
Okiru continued to cry for what must have been an eternity. His head ached even more so than when fell from the tree, a pain that pierced his head clean through. And yet the child continued on to weep out...that is until a hand soft hand lightly touched Okiru's hair. The boy could feel a presence directly in front of him, warm and somewhat healing. Opening his eye's, the tiny Okiru saw through his tears the vision of Iago, the older shaman trainee of Sahasrahla.
"Okiru-otouto...why do you cry?" The older shaman asked in a gentle tone. The small child preceded to explain the events in a single breath...
"Well-my-red-robin-kite-got-stuck-in-a-tree-and-I-climbed-up-it-but-fell-down-and-I-asked-some-big-kids-to-help-but-they-started-pushing-me-and..."
The tiny Okiru stopped as his eyes watered up. He delve into Iago's shirt and released a powerful holler as the older shaman patted the boy's back. It was most comforting thing Okiru had ever felt...
"It is ok, Okiru-otouto..."
"What's that mean...otou..to...?" The young child inquired, but the answer wasn't as important as hearing Iago's voice.
"Otouto is an ancient term, use in conjunction with a name" The Iago started to relate, "By saying 'Okiru-otouto' I would be calling you a younger brother of mine."
"But we just live the same house" The tiny Okiru retorted, muffled under the older shaman's tunic, "We're not brothers."
"Remember, Okiru-otouto...that even if we had different mothers, you and I will always share the bond of brotherhood. I'll say it onto you now...that our bond will not die...no matter what happens..."
...how can I fight the person who's my brother? Young shaman's thoughts were struggling with Iago's latest actions and the ones Okiru remembered. Even if the older shaman had rejected their bond, the boy clung to it with all his heart. How do you fight someone you consider your brother? And fighting was the exact motive of Iago's actions, to attack, defeat, and even kill Okiru. But the young shaman still hung onto their bond.
Okiru's thoughts shifted and the boy glanced over to the blonde maiden. Meeko was watching the two shaman near undivided attention, only looking away to glare at the grinning Rinkar every minute or so. Puck was watching beside herself with fret as she hovered close to the ground, biting down on her knuckles. Both girls were powerless to intervene and it gnawed at them. The young shaman turned back to his follow shaman with scowl.
"Come on, Okiru-otouto" At the sound of 'otouto', the young shaman gritted his teeth, "You and I both know that your greatest power only comes out when you have that overconfident grin across your face!"
"Ha...You know me to well, Iago..." Okiru lips turned up and stretched over his cheeks to touch each ear. His white teeth shone through as his bottom lip hit his chin. With a smile bigger then live, the boy began to chant...
"Amatsu kami kunitsu kami
"Yaouorzu no kamitachi tomo ni
"Kikoshi mese to
"Kashikomi kashikomi mo maosu
"... ... Hakkei!!!"
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In village, Rin had just finished up her 'little' shopping trip. As she walked toward the elderly shaman's residence, she was trailed by rather small store employee carrying a rather large amount of packages. She just couldn't find that one right gift for her Linkie-poo, as she described it.
"It's already late morning, I better hurry!" The raven haired maiden said aloud. Looking back at the employee, Rin found the short man clumsily swaying back and forth, on the verge of dropping some of the packages, "Hey, half-pint!! You drop those, NO TIP!! So stop dragging your ass and come on!!!" (Such a rose...)
BLOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A sudden explosion rang through the air, hitting the employee's and the maiden's ears with a sharp...BANG!!! Rin expression fell down into horror as she discerned that the noise had came from the one place where she wish it would never be...ahead of her, on the path to the old man's house. Link..., the girl thought as her heart stopped.
Without a warning, Rin broke into a run up the pathway. The short employee yelled after her as she barreled away...(no tip?)
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Meanwhile, back at the shrine complex Saha and Link had also heard the powerful explosion. Quickly taking action, the two dash down the stone paved path... ...
"That blast could only have came from Okiru's lighting powers!" The old man proclaimed as he ran behind the hero, "He would not have launched such a powerful attack without reason!"
Link took the elderly shaman's words in and doubted his speed. It's just one thing after another, the hero thought to himself, maybe the gods really do hate me. The youth's thoughts shifted over the last statement...maybe it wasn't the gods out for me but a certain black cloaked wizard... ...
As the pair continued to rush to the graveyard, they discovered a figure standing at the entrance of the shrine complex. Link skidded to a halt, Saha following suit, and found a young man around his age taking the the figure's place. The hero blinked at the stranger, taking in his white cloths and equal white hair. The young man was ready for a fight, with his light battle armor and war paint of red and blue...not to mention a sword almost as long as Link!
"Who are you!" The hero demanded as rose his hand to his weapon. The stranger remained silent, his face as avoid of emotion as his bleach white eyes, "Why don't you put that monster-sword away. It's not that I don't trust you, but it would make us feel a whole lot better..."
The stranger didn't reply. He continued to stand perfectly still, weapon at his side, as though waiting for something to happen. Link withdrew his own blade and shield from his back, raising them up for appending fight...though the stranger still did not move. He's one cool customer, the hero thought silently, I wonder if he can even see or hear me?
"Link-san! The mountain!!!" Saha's call ripped Link from his thoughts and to the looping Death Mountain.
The old volcano was spewing jets of molten rock through the air as ghastly clouds of crimson haloed around it's top. A sudden boom roared from the mountain and eruption of fire tore from the top for a second, then a speck raced out of the crater and into the sky. Holding for a moment, the object arched down and fell towards the earth...towards the shrine complex!!
With a loud crash, the object hit, landing a few yards away. The hole of the impact was huge (and surprisingly didn't hit anything) at least ten yards in length. Link stared at the new crater in aw...then gasped as he remembered the stranger. Turning back to lone figure, Link wondered if his sudden appearance had somehow caused the odd event.
"You who are my are my promised body!! Know now...that your master is here!!" A powerful voice boomed over the group.
A chill ran over the hero as he craned his neck back to the crater, where the voice had originated. His widen as looked. Hovering above the hole, a strange violet item, shaped as an teardrop, cast a dark light across the ground. The object was no larger than fist, maybe smaller, though the force of it's black energy pushed back on Link and Saha. The object began to move toward the pair. Link ready himself, but the elderly shaman quickly step in front of him... ...
"Link-san, you must not!!" The Saha started to warn the hero, "That is not any ordinary foe."
"Yeah! It's a floating teardrop!! Big deal!!" (He's not getting it)
"That is the jade prison of a horrible force, locked away from the world in the depths of Death Mountain. You and I can not hope to fight it..."
The two step back as the object flew pass them. It's path ended in front of the bleached haired, giant sword holding, white eyed strange.
"Oh...yyyeeess..." The object said as it span around the stranger, "So much hate...so much POWER!! You are truly me siblings creation..."
The odd teardrop stopped back in front of the stranger, then it's color began to change. A darker purple, then a glossy black, and finally to a shade that protected no color at all. It became a void in space, absorbing the light around it in a tear shaped black hole. The blackness span out and covered the stranger. The previously unmoved man abruptly reared back, as the void wrapped around every facet of his person. A black laugh roared across the complex as Link and Saha stared on in terror... ...
"YES!! UNLIMITED POWER!!!!!" The voice proclaimed, "The power to rule, the power to DESTROY!!! Once again MINE!!!!!!!"
The mind and the body were joined... ... ...
Author's Note: There you go, there's a chapter. I hope that it was obvious enough for anyone to know that 'the stranger' was little Link in his Fierce Deity Mask form.
I have to ask, is the Japanese honorifics to much? I'm sorta' playing towards the demographic with "san's" and the "chan's", but think they would entertain all the people actually understand them. I don't want to use them for all my characters, I almost have list who would use them, but it looks like there here to stay. If they're really too cheesy then tell me.
