SHORT INTRO~
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Hunt
The Hunt
I was scared.
So very scared. Just scared. I could say I was terrified, petrified, afraid, frightened, nervous, alarmed and every single synonym of the word 'scared', and yet, it still cannot even begin to define how much fear was in my system at the moment.
It was like stepping into a void- a dark, gaping hole of nothingness, stepping into it and not knowing- no, knowing for a fact that you'll never make it back out.
I was cornered. I was going to die.
OOO
The term 'death' had never meant much to me. Sure, I knew it was bad, but it was never a concept that reached me. I knew the darker aspects of life, sure. I had to, with the job I had inherited. I knew about death, maybe more so than other people. But when face-to-face with Death itself, I realized just how clueless and naïve I've been about it all.
I stared into the murderous eyes of the hunter as it glowed unnaturally bright underneath the faint moonlight. I was trembling, hating myself for breaking one of the first rules in the Linwood household: never ever show fear.
Figures. After years upon years of following the house rules, the fist one I break just had to be the most important one of all.
I couldn't remember when I got here, or how I did for that matter. There goes another rule: always be in control of the situation. Not being able to remember how I got here or when doesn't really define 'in control'. But again, it gets kind of hard to focus on a singular thought when a pair of hungry blue eyes is staring right at you.
I knew I had to run, but I couldn't; for one, I didn't know where to run. Even if I did, I didn't think that my legs would be willing to cooperate. Any second the Hunter would decide to leap; that would certainly be the end of me. Before I knew it, the scream had escaped my lungs in a whoosh of air.
OOO
I awoke, panting and sweaty. My hands were white-knuckled fists against the satin covers as I gently unfurled them from their clenched position.
'It's a dream. It's never going to happen. It's just a stupid dream.'
I rushed through my morning routines, suppressing the urge to look behind my back. Paranoia. I refuse to succumb to the fear. I will not look over my shoulder, trembling like some fumbling idiot.
I came out of the showers to find my school uniform hung up and ready for my use. Those maids were good for something at least. They were insignificant, not worth my time and effort. Disposable. I strode downstairs, hands trailing lightly on the polished oak handles, gaze running over the large room it led to.
Sigh.
Mother and Father weren't home again. It wasn't that I was surprised; it wasn't all that uncommon for my parents to be away for extended periods of time without notice, after all. It's just that… the sales had risen exponentially during the last month after I organized the shipping with Mr. Chiller… and I just wanted to show them the profit that was coming in, and if they wanted anything more. It wasn't easy to do all this without being reported, it was illegal.
It was rather unfortunate that I couldn't contact them without revealing their locations to the authorities.
"'Scuse me sir…"
I whipped around to glare at whoever was stupid enough to speak to me when I was in a mood.
"What?" I spat out, watching in satisfaction as the unfortunate maid cowered in fear.
"S-sir, b-breakfast is r-ready"
I increased the strength of my glare at her before I replied scathingly, "Well, as you can very well see, I am not very blind. And as I am currently at the bottom of the staircase and the dining table as well in my view, I can see the food."
I smiled at her menacingly, "You would do well not to insult me in such a way again. Father will not know of this this time. But I can't say the same again…"
The maid bowed down even lower, the moron looked as if she was about to cry.
"Y-yes sir, I-I'm sorry, sir"
"Well, what are you waiting for? A formal invitation? Out! And use your brain next time you speak to me." I pointed towards the direction of the door as the maid scampered off into their quarters.
OOO
I headed towards usual seat: a rough table with two haggard chairs and settled down onto the one nearest to the closed window (I had to have some sense of freedom in this claustrophobia-inducing classroom). I did not want to be here, no, not at all. I'd rather be at home, considering how much money I should invest in the upcoming shipping, to India, this time.
Rather suddenly, a hand was laid on my shoulder. I twisted my head around, only to be face-to-face with what had to be one of the most three-year-old-like eight-year-old I'd ever seen in my entire life.
Adjusting the blank mask over my face, I said in a bored voice.
"Elementary's over that way kid" I jerked my head towards the corridor outside the door.
The eight-year-old gave me a smile, a smile that I found rather annoying. Not that I let it show.
"Hello, I'm Federico Jameson" he stuck out his right hand at me, "I'm your new classmate, jus' transferred from Australia. Nice to meet you"
I stared at the hand, a slightly disgusted look plastered across my face. I wasn't going to touch that any time soon. When became apparent that I wasn't going to shake his hand, Federico dropped it and his smile shrunk by a couple of molars.
"Anyway… I was going to ask you if… y'know, if I could sit here?"
I made no physical motion to stop him so he plopped onto the seat next to mine.
"Thanks" he said, popping another one of his infuriating smiles, they were really starting to grate on my nerves.
Math soon started and I was forced to endure a torrent of chatter.
Do you like Math? I, personally, don't. I mean, really, how could a subject be so boring! I rather like our teacher though, Mrs. Morri, was it? She's real nice. Hey, what sport do you like? I know I don't really strike anyone as the sporty type, but I love cricket. Best sport ever created, it you ask me…
It just went on and on and on. What's the point of asking me then, you retard? You're not going to let me answer (not that I would), then why bother?
There was one thing that faintly bothered my mind. How was it, that I did not recognize him? I have catalogue virtually everyone (if not everyone) in this entire school, whether minor, major, insignificant, poor, wealthy… I have them all catalogued in case of the odd chance they ever posed a threat.
The fact that I do not have the name 'Federico Jameson' in my directory annoys (and worries) me no end.
Soon, but it couldn't come any slower for me, Numeracy ended and Break started. I swept up my things; eager to get away from the torture my ears were forced to endure when a voice whispered in my ear, so quiet that I almost thought that it was just the wind. That, or I had finally lost it sometime during the interminable babble.
"By the way, I'm not an eight-year-old. It would do you well to not judge a book by its cover."
I spun around, heart fluctuating madly.
A cold breeze blew from the window, caressing his face, sending shivers down his back.
The enigma that was Federico Jameson; I will find out who he is.
OOO
I loitered through the corridors, books stacked neatly, cradled upon my arms. I really did not have a destination in mind, just meandering pointlessly through the worn cobblestone when I felt a chill scuttle up my spine and the urge to turn around increase by ten fold.
The descended towards me in an unorganized pack; wicked smiles plastered upon their ugly faces. I scowled. Great. Just great. Just when I was hoping for some peace and quiet, these dunces with the IQ level of a tadpole just had to come to the rescue. Actually, I would be insulting said tadpole. Even they have more IQ points.
I leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, wearing a mocking smile on my face.
"So…it's you again, eh?" I asked, quickly covering up the slight quaver in my tone.
The big bad bully scowled at me while the other ones at the back giggled, further supporting my speculation that they really were escaped retards.
"Ian, was it?" Of course I was Ian. Ian Reide, son of a minor lawyer who had barely enough money to support himself and his family. How he managed to actually weasel up the money to come to this school still boggles my mind.
His scowl deepened. My smirk broadened.
"Just give us the money and get it over with, I'm not in the mood to do any action today" Ian responded in a gruff voice.
"And what makes you think that I will give up that easily?"
Ian's eyes widened, I guess he never found someone who dared ask him that. Heh.
They might think they are winning…
"Are you blind or what?" he asked with an incredulous expression on his face as he gestured to the group behind him.
"And what about them?" I asked innocently, my eyes finally found an escape route. I could slip away if I was quick enough, while they are distracted.
"Keep focused Ian" came an even voice. My eyes widened in surprise. Wasn't that…?
But it seemed they forgot to add something to this equation…
A child emerged from the throng of students. His hands in his pockets, an uninterested expression positioned upon his face. Cold, uncaring eyes bore into mine. The expression that did not mix well with his soft, neatly trimmed blonde hair and small (read: miniscule) stature.
I knew this guy has brain despite the tiny build. I scraped away the remains if my now useless plan and hastily constructed another.
Linwoods…
Federico's eyes disappeared as he grinned at me; his incisors were exposed, creating a feral look.
"Oh, hello there, Daniel" he spat out my name, rolling it off his tongue like an expletive, "Come to play, have ya?"
His head rose, the golden bangs sliding off his terrifyingly angelic face.
Never…
"I would be scared… Linwood"
Then I saw it. Oh god. I saw it. The eyes. His eyes. They piercing blue hue were cold, hard, and merciless. A strong sense of déjà vu washed over me.
Loose…
'I was cornered. I was going to die.'
A/N: Okiiieeee… I edited this… so I hope it's better than the last one I wrote. Excuse the grammatical errors, my editor is being stubborn.
Please REVIEW!
I was scared.
So very scared. Just scared. I could say I was terrified, petrified, afraid, frightened, nervous, alarmed and every single synonym of the word 'scared', and yet, it still cannot even begin to define how much fear was in my system at the moment.
It was like stepping into a void- a dark, gaping hole of nothingness, stepping into it and not knowing- no, knowing for a fact that you'll never make it back out.
I was cornered. I was going to die.
OOO
The term 'death' had never meant much to me. Sure, I knew it was bad, but it was never a concept that reached me. I knew the darker aspects of life, sure. I had to, with the job I had inherited. I knew about death, maybe more so than other people. But when face-to-face with Death itself, I realized just how clueless and naïve I've been about it all.
I stared into the murderous eyes of the hunter as it glowed unnaturally bright underneath the faint moonlight. I was trembling, hating myself for breaking one of the first rules in the Linwood household: never ever show fear.
Figures. After years upon years of following the house rules, the fist one I break just had to be the most important one of all.
I couldn't remember when I got here, or how I did for that matter. There goes another rule: always be in control of the situation. Not being able to remember how I got here or when doesn't really define 'in control'. But again, it gets kind of hard to focus on a singular thought when a pair of hungry blue eyes is staring right at you.
I knew I had to run, but I couldn't; for one, I didn't know where to run. Even if I did, I didn't think that my legs would be willing to cooperate. Any second the Hunter would decide to leap; that would certainly be the end of me. Before I knew it, the scream had escaped my lungs in a whoosh of air.
OOO
I awoke, panting and sweaty. My hands were white-knuckled fists against the satin covers as I gently unfurled them from their clenched position.
'It's a dream. It's never going to happen. It's just a stupid dream.'
I rushed through my morning routines, suppressing the urge to look behind my back. Paranoia. I refuse to succumb to the fear. I will not look over my shoulder, trembling like some fumbling idiot.
I came out of the showers to find my school uniform hung up and ready for my use. Those maids were good for something at least. They were insignificant, not worth my time and effort. Disposable. I strode downstairs, hands trailing lightly on the polished oak handles, gaze running over the large room it led to.
Sigh.
Mother and Father weren't home again. It wasn't that I was surprised; it wasn't all that uncommon for my parents to be away for extended periods of time without notice, after all. It's just that… the sales had risen exponentially during the last month after I organized the shipping with Mr. Chiller… and I just wanted to show them the profit that was coming in, and if they wanted anything more. It wasn't easy to do all this without being reported, it was illegal.
It was rather unfortunate that I couldn't contact them without revealing their locations to the authorities.
"'Scuse me sir…"
I whipped around to glare at whoever was stupid enough to speak to me when I was in a mood.
"What?" I spat out, watching in satisfaction as the unfortunate maid cowered in fear.
"S-sir, b-breakfast is r-ready"
I increased the strength of my glare at her before I replied scathingly, "Well, as you can very well see, I am not very blind. And as I am currently at the bottom of the staircase and the dining table as well in my view, I can see the food."
I smiled at her menacingly, "You would do well not to insult me in such a way again. Father will not know of this this time. But I can't say the same again…"
The maid bowed down even lower, the moron looked as if she was about to cry.
"Y-yes sir, I-I'm sorry, sir"
"Well, what are you waiting for? A formal invitation? Out! And use your brain next time you speak to me." I pointed towards the direction of the door as the maid scampered off into their quarters.
OOO
I headed towards usual seat: a rough table with two haggard chairs and settled down onto the one nearest to the closed window (I had to have some sense of freedom in this claustrophobia-inducing classroom). I did not want to be here, no, not at all. I'd rather be at home, considering how much money I should invest in the upcoming shipping, to India, this time.
Rather suddenly, a hand was laid on my shoulder. I twisted my head around, only to be face-to-face with what had to be one of the most three-year-old-like eight-year-old I'd ever seen in my entire life.
Adjusting the blank mask over my face, I said in a bored voice.
"Elementary's over that way kid" I jerked my head towards the corridor outside the door.
The eight-year-old gave me a smile, a smile that I found rather annoying. Not that I let it show.
"Hello, I'm Federico Jameson" he stuck out his right hand at me, "I'm your new classmate, jus' transferred from Australia. Nice to meet you"
I stared at the hand, a slightly disgusted look plastered across my face. I wasn't going to touch that any time soon. When became apparent that I wasn't going to shake his hand, Federico dropped it and his smile shrunk by a couple of molars.
"Anyway… I was going to ask you if… y'know, if I could sit here?"
I made no physical motion to stop him so he plopped onto the seat next to mine.
"Thanks" he said, popping another one of his infuriating smiles, they were really starting to grate on my nerves.
Math soon started and I was forced to endure a torrent of chatter.
Do you like Math? I, personally, don't. I mean, really, how could a subject be so boring! I rather like our teacher though, Mrs. Morri, was it? She's real nice. Hey, what sport do you like? I know I don't really strike anyone as the sporty type, but I love cricket. Best sport ever created, it you ask me…
It just went on and on and on. What's the point of asking me then, you retard? You're not going to let me answer (not that I would), then why bother?
There was one thing that faintly bothered my mind. How was it, that I did not recognize him? I have catalogue virtually everyone (if not everyone) in this entire school, whether minor, major, insignificant, poor, wealthy… I have them all catalogued in case of the odd chance they ever posed a threat.
The fact that I do not have the name 'Federico Jameson' in my directory annoys (and worries) me no end.
Soon, but it couldn't come any slower for me, Numeracy ended and Break started. I swept up my things; eager to get away from the torture my ears were forced to endure when a voice whispered in my ear, so quiet that I almost thought that it was just the wind. That, or I had finally lost it sometime during the interminable babble.
"By the way, I'm not an eight-year-old. It would do you well to not judge a book by its cover."
I spun around, heart fluctuating madly.
A cold breeze blew from the window, caressing his face, sending shivers down his back.
The enigma that was Federico Jameson; I will find out who he is.
OOO
I loitered through the corridors, books stacked neatly, cradled upon my arms. I really did not have a destination in mind, just meandering pointlessly through the worn cobblestone when I felt a chill scuttle up my spine and the urge to turn around increase by ten fold.
The descended towards me in an unorganized pack; wicked smiles plastered upon their ugly faces. I scowled. Great. Just great. Just when I was hoping for some peace and quiet, these dunces with the IQ level of a tadpole just had to come to the rescue. Actually, I would be insulting said tadpole. Even they have more IQ points.
I leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, wearing a mocking smile on my face.
"So…it's you again, eh?" I asked, quickly covering up the slight quaver in my tone.
The big bad bully scowled at me while the other ones at the back giggled, further supporting my speculation that they really were escaped retards.
"Ian, was it?" Of course I was Ian. Ian Reide, son of a minor lawyer who had barely enough money to support himself and his family. How he managed to actually weasel up the money to come to this school still boggles my mind.
His scowl deepened. My smirk broadened.
"Just give us the money and get it over with, I'm not in the mood to do any action today" Ian responded in a gruff voice.
"And what makes you think that I will give up that easily?"
Ian's eyes widened, I guess he never found someone who dared ask him that. Heh.
They might think they are winning…
"Are you blind or what?" he asked with an incredulous expression on his face as he gestured to the group behind him.
"And what about them?" I asked innocently, my eyes finally found an escape route. I could slip away if I was quick enough, while they are distracted.
"Keep focused Ian" came an even voice. My eyes widened in surprise. Wasn't that…?
But it seemed they forgot to add something to this equation…
A child emerged from the throng of students. His hands in his pockets, an uninterested expression positioned upon his face. Cold, uncaring eyes bore into mine. The expression that did not mix well with his soft, neatly trimmed blonde hair and small (read: miniscule) stature.
I knew this guy has brain despite the tiny build. I scraped away the remains if my now useless plan and hastily constructed another.
Linwoods…
Federico's eyes disappeared as he grinned at me; his incisors were exposed, creating a feral look.
"Oh, hello there, Daniel" he spat out my name, rolling it off his tongue like an expletive, "Come to play, have ya?"
His head rose, the golden bangs sliding off his terrifyingly angelic face.
Never…
"I would be scared… Linwood"
Then I saw it. Oh god. I saw it. The eyes. His eyes. They piercing blue hue were cold, hard, and merciless. A strong sense of déjà vu washed over me.
Loose…
'I was cornered. I was going to die.'
A/N: Okiiieeee… I edited this… so I hope it's better than the last one I wrote. Excuse the grammatical errors, my editor is being stubborn.
Please REVIEW!
Cookie Mania - Chapter Two
A/N: Again, I'm terribly sorry for the delay TTATT Really didn't mean to be so late… but, better late than never, eh?
Snickers: It was to be expected from such a lowly-
Cookyester: We're going for a new butter-fly zapper!
RECAP:
"What?" screeched Snickers, "Are you crazy? It's a straggler;we can't just let him into one of our strongest forces!"
"Why?"
"Because it's a straggler!"said Snickers, exasperated.
Cookyster merely gazed at Snickers strangely before the bizarre glint made itself present in his eyes.
"…What are you planning?" asked Snickers guardedly.
Without saying a word, Cookyster used his superior size as an advantage and picked Snickers up by the scruff of her clothes and proceeded to trot happily towards the border, his load kicking and screaming on his back, with a nervous Bob leading the way.
"Cookyster is going to get a new Butterfly-Zapper, Snicker."
(line)
If one word was able to sum up Snicker's mood at the moment, it would be annoyance.
Why? One might ask. It was because her dear Cookyster had decided- not to mention against her will- to recruit a new butterfly-zapper. Normally, that alone was not enough for Snicker to feel angry, but it was rather the choice of who was the butterfly-zapper that made her angry.
Cookyster had all the people to choose from in the world.
And he just had to choose a straggler. A straggler.
And that was where she found herself: standing in front a girl, quite a lot taller than her, grinning from ear to ear. Said girl had black hair that reached the middle-of her back, and a fringe that was tucked behind her ear, keeping the locks out of her face. Her clothes included a bright purple space suit, complete with the glass protector. It was the uniform of the butterfly-zapper.
Snicker did NOT appreciate the fact that it was she who had to train the new zapper, while Cookyster had flounced off somewhere; most likely to be shoveling more cookies down his throat. She wanted to do that…
"So..." the straggler began.
"What's your name?" Snicker asked; she was not in the mood to be messed with.
The straggler sighed, and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "children..."
"What's your name?" Snicker asked again, getting impatient, "you know, that thing your parents calls you, your name?"
The straggler rolled her eyes again. "My name is Apprestice, and I'm apprenticed to the great Gothylon!"
Snicker eyes looked up through the holes in the mask.
"Gothylon, you mean the one who collects corpses in the Cookie Kingdom?"
The newly name Apprestice nodded her head vigorously.
"Yes, yes. That one, Master always said that she was working here. She also said that she wanted to kick someone here in the balls..."
Snicker snickers... she could only hope it was the one that brought her into this mess.
"Uh-huh..." She looked up at Apprestice again and seems to study her over, "Cookyster tells me that you wish to become a butter-fly zapper, eh?"
She received nod and another face-splitting grin.
"Show me what you got"
And for the second time that day, Snicker caught a gleam in Apprestice eyes that she wished she didn't see.
"Sure!"
The next thing Snicker knew, she found a pie being shoved in her mouth.
"What you taste right now is the Mississippi Mud Pie. It is made out of three eggs, around half a block of butter and..." she continues to list all the ingredients and the utensils she had used to make said pie. She had also somehow managed to remember every single fact regarding the pie.
But Snicker had tuned her out around half way through; too engrossed in eating the pie in front of her.
"You're a great cook, you know that right?"
Apprestice grinned happily.
"Of course, I have got to keep my Master satisfied with my performance."
Within seconds the pie was demolished and Snicker was licking her fingers contently.
"I don't know -or particularly care- what kind of skills you have as a zapper. But as long as you make something akin to that piece of lovely delicacy for my every day, I'm fine. "
"Under one condition, Second Overlord."
Snickers glanced at Apprestice suspiciously, "I knew there was a catch. Come on, what is it?"
"I want you to become my Apprentice!"
Snickers spluttered, "W-what''
"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, didn't I? Master Gothylon is the head of an Emo school! And I am under her tutelage, she has been telling me to find an apprentice of my own for a few months now. She would be ever so glad to have you in our school"
Snicker palmed her face... err, mask.
"Do I have to?" she whined pitifully.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! So you are my Apprentice!" Apprestice dance around in circles while Snicker gave a sigh.
"Cookyster, I will so have your head for this..."
(line)
A/N A little short… okay, really short, I'm sorry. Wasn't the best I've ever written, next time's will be better. Again, I'm soooo sorry!
Snicker: That. Was. Horrible. I want more Pie. Wait… Cookyster…
Cookyster: …! **gulps**
Snicker: DIEEE!
Snickers: It was to be expected from such a lowly-
Cookyester: We're going for a new butter-fly zapper!
RECAP:
"What?" screeched Snickers, "Are you crazy? It's a straggler;we can't just let him into one of our strongest forces!"
"Why?"
"Because it's a straggler!"said Snickers, exasperated.
Cookyster merely gazed at Snickers strangely before the bizarre glint made itself present in his eyes.
"…What are you planning?" asked Snickers guardedly.
Without saying a word, Cookyster used his superior size as an advantage and picked Snickers up by the scruff of her clothes and proceeded to trot happily towards the border, his load kicking and screaming on his back, with a nervous Bob leading the way.
"Cookyster is going to get a new Butterfly-Zapper, Snicker."
(line)
If one word was able to sum up Snicker's mood at the moment, it would be annoyance.
Why? One might ask. It was because her dear Cookyster had decided- not to mention against her will- to recruit a new butterfly-zapper. Normally, that alone was not enough for Snicker to feel angry, but it was rather the choice of who was the butterfly-zapper that made her angry.
Cookyster had all the people to choose from in the world.
And he just had to choose a straggler. A straggler.
And that was where she found herself: standing in front a girl, quite a lot taller than her, grinning from ear to ear. Said girl had black hair that reached the middle-of her back, and a fringe that was tucked behind her ear, keeping the locks out of her face. Her clothes included a bright purple space suit, complete with the glass protector. It was the uniform of the butterfly-zapper.
Snicker did NOT appreciate the fact that it was she who had to train the new zapper, while Cookyster had flounced off somewhere; most likely to be shoveling more cookies down his throat. She wanted to do that…
"So..." the straggler began.
"What's your name?" Snicker asked; she was not in the mood to be messed with.
The straggler sighed, and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "children..."
"What's your name?" Snicker asked again, getting impatient, "you know, that thing your parents calls you, your name?"
The straggler rolled her eyes again. "My name is Apprestice, and I'm apprenticed to the great Gothylon!"
Snicker eyes looked up through the holes in the mask.
"Gothylon, you mean the one who collects corpses in the Cookie Kingdom?"
The newly name Apprestice nodded her head vigorously.
"Yes, yes. That one, Master always said that she was working here. She also said that she wanted to kick someone here in the balls..."
Snicker snickers... she could only hope it was the one that brought her into this mess.
"Uh-huh..." She looked up at Apprestice again and seems to study her over, "Cookyster tells me that you wish to become a butter-fly zapper, eh?"
She received nod and another face-splitting grin.
"Show me what you got"
And for the second time that day, Snicker caught a gleam in Apprestice eyes that she wished she didn't see.
"Sure!"
The next thing Snicker knew, she found a pie being shoved in her mouth.
"What you taste right now is the Mississippi Mud Pie. It is made out of three eggs, around half a block of butter and..." she continues to list all the ingredients and the utensils she had used to make said pie. She had also somehow managed to remember every single fact regarding the pie.
But Snicker had tuned her out around half way through; too engrossed in eating the pie in front of her.
"You're a great cook, you know that right?"
Apprestice grinned happily.
"Of course, I have got to keep my Master satisfied with my performance."
Within seconds the pie was demolished and Snicker was licking her fingers contently.
"I don't know -or particularly care- what kind of skills you have as a zapper. But as long as you make something akin to that piece of lovely delicacy for my every day, I'm fine. "
"Under one condition, Second Overlord."
Snickers glanced at Apprestice suspiciously, "I knew there was a catch. Come on, what is it?"
"I want you to become my Apprentice!"
Snickers spluttered, "W-what''
"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, didn't I? Master Gothylon is the head of an Emo school! And I am under her tutelage, she has been telling me to find an apprentice of my own for a few months now. She would be ever so glad to have you in our school"
Snicker palmed her face... err, mask.
"Do I have to?" she whined pitifully.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! So you are my Apprentice!" Apprestice dance around in circles while Snicker gave a sigh.
"Cookyster, I will so have your head for this..."
(line)
A/N A little short… okay, really short, I'm sorry. Wasn't the best I've ever written, next time's will be better. Again, I'm soooo sorry!
Snicker: That. Was. Horrible. I want more Pie. Wait… Cookyster…
Cookyster: …! **gulps**
Snicker: DIEEE!
Cookie Mania - Chapter One
A/N : Hi, guys and welcome to chapter one of Cookie Mania. A story about the beautiful kingdom of Cookie Land in which I, The Most Awesome and Super Cool Second Cookie Overlord (aka: Snickers, aka: KuroMike) and General Cookyster, leads. This story is based on a rather insane conversation we (meaning me and my friends) had online so all characters here are based from real people. A word of warning: when I had this conversation, I was high on sugar from eating cookies and drinking lemon ice-tea, and my friend (Cookyster) already had an insane streak in him so if you're allergic to randomness or cookies (reading about them, but if you are allergic to them then… I really feel sorry for you... my deepest regrets) don't read it. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes I may have made; I have an editor, but she said she was too lazy… so I'm stuck without one for the moment. What was I going to say…? Oh yeah! Review, Review, Review! Flames aren't nice but if you think it sucks that bad then, alright; as long as you provide me with a valid reason.
Updates will be irregular at the very least, with the exams coming up and all, life is pretty hectic. But one the bright side, after that will be the TWO MONTH LONG HOLIDAY, YAAAAY! So don't worry if I suddenly disappear off the face of the earth for three months… actually be worried, it's not natural for a human to do that. But it's unlikely that I will be absent for that long…
Special thanks to: Cookyster, Apprestice, and Gothylon for helping me
Snicker: So? What are we waiting for?
Cookyster: LET'S GO!
Chapter One: Sir, We Need a New Butterfly-Zapper
It was a striking day in Cookie Land. The sparrows were twittering happily in their nests, the sun was bright and the brilliant sky stretch into an immense span vivid cerulean above. The cool breeze frolicked playfully with the fresh green leaves, almost like a feline toying it between its windy paws. A lone butterfly was flying, its multicolored wings fluttering up and down, propelling it forwards as it flickered in the sky… only to be shot down with a blast of aberrant neon-green light.
The poor insect was jerked violently out of thin air and into the nearby tree before exploding with a flare of unearthly neon-pink light. The tree, now scarred with a horrible black burnt mark, trembled as a few leaves shook loose from the impact. Left in its wake was a perfectly fresh and warm…chocolate-chip cookie?
A figure trudged into the scene. He (or she, for it could've easily been either gender for the figure's entire form was shrouded with a black robe) was wearing a protective mask, the kind you see in construction sites. He (or she) was of average tallness… for a ten-year-old human child, reaching to an astonishing height of one-hundred-and-twenty-nine-point-three-two-one-five-eight centimeters.
In his (or her) hands was a massive grenade that dwarfed his (or her) petite form, a brown leather strap secured the weapon firmly onto his (or her) shoulders; the weapon itself was a spectacular metallic golden color, lined with silver, creating a powerful and deadly image.
Said figure reached up to flick the visor away from their face, to reveal…yet another mask. This one however, was colored a plain white, with one streak of black running through the left side of the mask. It covered said figure's entire face besides the midnight-blue hair which was cut short, and tied into a small pony-tail at the nape of their neck.
"This is really getting old, y'know"
The voice rather low-pitched, almost masculine but not quite; he (or she) reached out one glove hand and gently picked up the cookie before dropping it into the pouch which was concealed in one of the numerous nooks and crannies in his (or her )robe.
"BOB!"
"Eh? Yes, master Snickers?" Another figure appears next to our newly named Snickers. The figure greatly resembled… well, that figure belonged to the ginger man species, therefore looked relatively flat and had eyes and mouths made out of chocolate-chips, its head reaching Snicker's waist.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! Anyways, I want you to fetch The General for me"
"YESSIR!" screamed Bob the gingerbread man, saluting, about to turn away when a strange fiery light appeared in Snicker's eyes.
"I AM A GIRL!"
Now that clarifies our character's gender…
Poor Bob nearly leaped out of his frosting skin; Snicker's shout was never a good sign for the gingerbread men.
"MA'AM YES MA'AM!" corrected Bob before scampering off into the distance as fast as his little biscuit legs can carry him, in fear of the furious Snicker behind him.
General Cookyster looked up from the piles and piles of cookies in front of him, when a low knock sounded at the front of his door.
"Come in" he welcomed the gingerbread man into the cavern in which he occupied, checking on a pile of chocolate cookies on his oak desk.
Bob timidly ventured into the cavern, his legs clicking against the cold tile floor, echoing across the spacious room.
"So? Did the gingerbread men die again? Cookyster told the cooks again and again to use three eggs to make the batter and not two; if we keep going like this we'll RUN OUT OF GINGER BREAD MEN AND FLOUR! AND DO YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT FLOUR IS? FLOUR IS ESSENTIAL IN MAKING COOKYES AND WITHOUT COOKYES, COOKYE LAND WILL BE DOOOOOOMED! "
Bob cowered against the force the one of the joint leaders of Cookie Land used.
"N-no, sir; not at all, sir; all gingerbread men are alive and well, and are training hard sir." Bob trembled. He was the head gingerbread man, the captain of the S.A.U.G.M.F.T.G.A.A.F.T.T.C.L., or the Super Awesome and Unbeatable Gingerbread Man Forces That Goes against All Foes That Threaten Cookie Land, (it was named by The Most Awesome and Super Cool Second Cookie Overlord, Snicker) shortly referred to as the GMF (Gingerbread Man Forces), General Cookyster had shortened it for the sake of the Gingerbread soldiers, much the disapproval of Snickers. That meant that he was responsible for any Gingerbread men lost.
The General calmed down after hearing this, "Oh! So, what is it that you need from Cookyster?"
"Umm…Uh… The Most Awesome and Super Cool Second Cookie Overlord, Snickers summons you sir"
"Oh! So little Snickey calls on Cookyster? Ok"
With that General Cookyster proceeds to stuff as many cookies as his possibly can fit, into his mouth.
"Mo Fway, Fookyster Fis Fweady!" (Translation: Okay, Cookyster is ready!)
Just as General Cookyster was about to step out into the open… he toppled over as the second joint leader of Cookie Land barreled into him.
"FWAAAAAAAAA!" shrieked in surprise, still managing to keep all the cookies inside his mouth as he was pushed back, nearly losing his balance.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" yelled Snickers, her lighter frame causing her to tumble forwards on the ground at high speed and would've continued to roll if not for the wall preventing her from going any further, screeching into a rather painful stop.
"Cookyster hath found thy, Snickey!"
Snicker, who lay on the floor, still dazed from the sudden impact, stayed silent, trying to find the reason as to why she was seeing star-shaped cookies in the sky.
"OH NO! COOKYSTER HAS KILLED SNICKEY! NOOO! COOKYSTER IS SO SOORRYYY! DO NOT FEAR! COOKYSTER WILL CALL THE GREAT GOTHYLON TO TAKE YOUR CORPSE AND BURY YOU SOMEWHERE!"
General Cookyster makes to drag Snickers but stopped when Snickers let out a pained groan.
"SNICKEY, YOU'RE ALIVE! COOKYSTER DID NOT KILL YOU!"
"Don't you dare touch me Cookyster, or so help me I will kill you and make it look like an accident then claiming your cookie stash as mine!"
Cookyster sniffed, "Meany…"
"Ahh, yes" Said Snicker, brushing herself down and readjusting her mask, as she looked up at Cookyster's taller form about a one foot and a half above hers "Cookyster, we need a new Butterfly-zapper".
"… But what about the old one?" he asked innocently.
Snickers sighed wearily "She's standing right in front of you…"
"Where?" exclaimed Cookyster, looking around.
Snickers sweat dropped.
"Never mind, General, never mind…"
"Um, ma'am"
Snicker fixed Bob with a cold stare, well, as cold as a stare can get through a mask .
"We've just found a straggler at the northern edge of our border."
"And…?"
Cookyster then decided that it was a good time to speak up, "Great! We can take that straggler to be our new Butterfly-Zapper! There, problem solved!"
"What?" screeched Snickers, "Are you crazy? It's a straggler; we can't just let him into one of our strongest forces!"
"Why?"
"Because it's a straggler!" said Snickers, exasperated.
Cookyster merely gazed at Snickers strangely before the bizarre glint made itself present in his eyes.
"…What are you planning?" asked Snickers guardedly.
Without saying a word, Cookyster used his superior size as an advantage and picked Snickers up by the scruff of her clothes and proceeded to trot happily towards the border, his load kicking and screaming on his back, with a nervous Bob leading the way.
"Cookyster is going to get a new Butterfly-Zapper, Snicker."
AANNND CUT!
So? What do you think?
Cookyster: Well, Cookyster thinks that it was really AW-
Snicker: Horrible.
Cookyster: B-but, you're the one who wrote it!
Snicker: …Whatever. I am feeling emo right now so don't bother me. Let me brood in peace.
Cookyster: …
The next update will come soon (I hope), REVIEW! If you do, I'll send you a virtual cookie :)
Updates will be irregular at the very least, with the exams coming up and all, life is pretty hectic. But one the bright side, after that will be the TWO MONTH LONG HOLIDAY, YAAAAY! So don't worry if I suddenly disappear off the face of the earth for three months… actually be worried, it's not natural for a human to do that. But it's unlikely that I will be absent for that long…
Special thanks to: Cookyster, Apprestice, and Gothylon for helping me
Snicker: So? What are we waiting for?
Cookyster: LET'S GO!
Chapter One: Sir, We Need a New Butterfly-Zapper
It was a striking day in Cookie Land. The sparrows were twittering happily in their nests, the sun was bright and the brilliant sky stretch into an immense span vivid cerulean above. The cool breeze frolicked playfully with the fresh green leaves, almost like a feline toying it between its windy paws. A lone butterfly was flying, its multicolored wings fluttering up and down, propelling it forwards as it flickered in the sky… only to be shot down with a blast of aberrant neon-green light.
The poor insect was jerked violently out of thin air and into the nearby tree before exploding with a flare of unearthly neon-pink light. The tree, now scarred with a horrible black burnt mark, trembled as a few leaves shook loose from the impact. Left in its wake was a perfectly fresh and warm…chocolate-chip cookie?
A figure trudged into the scene. He (or she, for it could've easily been either gender for the figure's entire form was shrouded with a black robe) was wearing a protective mask, the kind you see in construction sites. He (or she) was of average tallness… for a ten-year-old human child, reaching to an astonishing height of one-hundred-and-twenty-nine-point-three-two-one-five-eight centimeters.
In his (or her) hands was a massive grenade that dwarfed his (or her) petite form, a brown leather strap secured the weapon firmly onto his (or her) shoulders; the weapon itself was a spectacular metallic golden color, lined with silver, creating a powerful and deadly image.
Said figure reached up to flick the visor away from their face, to reveal…yet another mask. This one however, was colored a plain white, with one streak of black running through the left side of the mask. It covered said figure's entire face besides the midnight-blue hair which was cut short, and tied into a small pony-tail at the nape of their neck.
"This is really getting old, y'know"
The voice rather low-pitched, almost masculine but not quite; he (or she) reached out one glove hand and gently picked up the cookie before dropping it into the pouch which was concealed in one of the numerous nooks and crannies in his (or her )robe.
"BOB!"
"Eh? Yes, master Snickers?" Another figure appears next to our newly named Snickers. The figure greatly resembled… well, that figure belonged to the ginger man species, therefore looked relatively flat and had eyes and mouths made out of chocolate-chips, its head reaching Snicker's waist.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! Anyways, I want you to fetch The General for me"
"YESSIR!" screamed Bob the gingerbread man, saluting, about to turn away when a strange fiery light appeared in Snicker's eyes.
"I AM A GIRL!"
Now that clarifies our character's gender…
Poor Bob nearly leaped out of his frosting skin; Snicker's shout was never a good sign for the gingerbread men.
"MA'AM YES MA'AM!" corrected Bob before scampering off into the distance as fast as his little biscuit legs can carry him, in fear of the furious Snicker behind him.
General Cookyster looked up from the piles and piles of cookies in front of him, when a low knock sounded at the front of his door.
"Come in" he welcomed the gingerbread man into the cavern in which he occupied, checking on a pile of chocolate cookies on his oak desk.
Bob timidly ventured into the cavern, his legs clicking against the cold tile floor, echoing across the spacious room.
"So? Did the gingerbread men die again? Cookyster told the cooks again and again to use three eggs to make the batter and not two; if we keep going like this we'll RUN OUT OF GINGER BREAD MEN AND FLOUR! AND DO YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT FLOUR IS? FLOUR IS ESSENTIAL IN MAKING COOKYES AND WITHOUT COOKYES, COOKYE LAND WILL BE DOOOOOOMED! "
Bob cowered against the force the one of the joint leaders of Cookie Land used.
"N-no, sir; not at all, sir; all gingerbread men are alive and well, and are training hard sir." Bob trembled. He was the head gingerbread man, the captain of the S.A.U.G.M.F.T.G.A.A.F.T.T.C.L., or the Super Awesome and Unbeatable Gingerbread Man Forces That Goes against All Foes That Threaten Cookie Land, (it was named by The Most Awesome and Super Cool Second Cookie Overlord, Snicker) shortly referred to as the GMF (Gingerbread Man Forces), General Cookyster had shortened it for the sake of the Gingerbread soldiers, much the disapproval of Snickers. That meant that he was responsible for any Gingerbread men lost.
The General calmed down after hearing this, "Oh! So, what is it that you need from Cookyster?"
"Umm…Uh… The Most Awesome and Super Cool Second Cookie Overlord, Snickers summons you sir"
"Oh! So little Snickey calls on Cookyster? Ok"
With that General Cookyster proceeds to stuff as many cookies as his possibly can fit, into his mouth.
"Mo Fway, Fookyster Fis Fweady!" (Translation: Okay, Cookyster is ready!)
Just as General Cookyster was about to step out into the open… he toppled over as the second joint leader of Cookie Land barreled into him.
"FWAAAAAAAAA!" shrieked in surprise, still managing to keep all the cookies inside his mouth as he was pushed back, nearly losing his balance.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" yelled Snickers, her lighter frame causing her to tumble forwards on the ground at high speed and would've continued to roll if not for the wall preventing her from going any further, screeching into a rather painful stop.
"Cookyster hath found thy, Snickey!"
Snicker, who lay on the floor, still dazed from the sudden impact, stayed silent, trying to find the reason as to why she was seeing star-shaped cookies in the sky.
"OH NO! COOKYSTER HAS KILLED SNICKEY! NOOO! COOKYSTER IS SO SOORRYYY! DO NOT FEAR! COOKYSTER WILL CALL THE GREAT GOTHYLON TO TAKE YOUR CORPSE AND BURY YOU SOMEWHERE!"
General Cookyster makes to drag Snickers but stopped when Snickers let out a pained groan.
"SNICKEY, YOU'RE ALIVE! COOKYSTER DID NOT KILL YOU!"
"Don't you dare touch me Cookyster, or so help me I will kill you and make it look like an accident then claiming your cookie stash as mine!"
Cookyster sniffed, "Meany…"
"Ahh, yes" Said Snicker, brushing herself down and readjusting her mask, as she looked up at Cookyster's taller form about a one foot and a half above hers "Cookyster, we need a new Butterfly-zapper".
"… But what about the old one?" he asked innocently.
Snickers sighed wearily "She's standing right in front of you…"
"Where?" exclaimed Cookyster, looking around.
Snickers sweat dropped.
"Never mind, General, never mind…"
"Um, ma'am"
Snicker fixed Bob with a cold stare, well, as cold as a stare can get through a mask .
"We've just found a straggler at the northern edge of our border."
"And…?"
Cookyster then decided that it was a good time to speak up, "Great! We can take that straggler to be our new Butterfly-Zapper! There, problem solved!"
"What?" screeched Snickers, "Are you crazy? It's a straggler; we can't just let him into one of our strongest forces!"
"Why?"
"Because it's a straggler!" said Snickers, exasperated.
Cookyster merely gazed at Snickers strangely before the bizarre glint made itself present in his eyes.
"…What are you planning?" asked Snickers guardedly.
Without saying a word, Cookyster used his superior size as an advantage and picked Snickers up by the scruff of her clothes and proceeded to trot happily towards the border, his load kicking and screaming on his back, with a nervous Bob leading the way.
"Cookyster is going to get a new Butterfly-Zapper, Snicker."
AANNND CUT!
So? What do you think?
Cookyster: Well, Cookyster thinks that it was really AW-
Snicker: Horrible.
Cookyster: B-but, you're the one who wrote it!
Snicker: …Whatever. I am feeling emo right now so don't bother me. Let me brood in peace.
Cookyster: …
The next update will come soon (I hope), REVIEW! If you do, I'll send you a virtual cookie :)
Amethyst Sky - Chapter One
by KuroMike
A/N: Okay, hi people! Welcome to the first chapter of Amethyst Sky. I do not expect you to like this or anything; it's only done for fun. The story will be very Mary-sue-ish and is not very original but, as I have said, it's only for fun and my friend is the person who made up the plot (because I suck at thinking of one). A little word of warning: the ending will suck, so beware. My grammar also sucks, I'm trying to get my editor to actually do her job and edit but she was too lazy… tch. Constructive criticisms are welcomed, but you don't have to review, either way I don't really mind. Flames are banned, 'cause they're not nice, and because I don't care about them (for this story, anyway; my other stories, however, is a completely different matter). This is done only because it's a good and easy way for my friends to have access to my story.
Updates will be sporadic at best, but I will try to update at least once a month.
Anyway, have fun reading
Chapter One
The incessant wails of the electronic alarm jerked Kaine from the gentle embrace of slumber as he lay, curled up into a ball in the huge king-sized bed that dwarfed his slender figure, his wiry form all but buried underneath a heavy mess of royal blue covers. He ignored the piercing yell, in favour of trying to pull his awareness back into the tranquil reins sleep.
"Good Mornin', Saki-Kun!" (1) He was wrenched, yet again, out of his half-conscious state by the yell that echoed outside his door.
"Five more minutes…" he mumbled in an incoherent groan, rolling onto his side. He knew that his brother would hear the hushed whisper, despite the barrier in between them.
Light footsteps approached his room, followed by a diminutive click and the next thing he was aware of was the cold white tiles of the floor against his cheek.
Uttering a weary sigh, he turned over and glowered menacingly at the grinning face of his brother, Kaito, above him.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead" he said cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the pair of mismatched eyes glaring up at him, as he yanked the soft silk away from Kaine, nudging his brother's torso roughly with his foot. Thin limbs automatically arched at the abrupt alteration in temperature; a small high-pitched yelp escaped his lips.
Kaito's grin broadened as he gave another prod.
"Hey, get up already, Mr. World-wide-rock-star. Those rabid fangirls aren't going to wait for you forever, you know."
Heaving yet another sigh, Kaine stumbled onto his feet; his long fingers coiled around his bed frame, supporting his unstable legs. He reached out his other hand to clutch his brother's shoulder and stare up straight into Kaito's silver-grey orbs with half-open eyes.
"And that, my dear brother, is the exact reason why I loathe school so"
With that said, he proceeded to stagger drunkenly into the bathroom; Kaito's bark-like peals of laughter echoing off the walls behind him.
He padded nonchalantly down two floors of long winding staircase that led towards the first floor; stifling a tired yawn as he pulled on the navy blue jacket, a part of his school Uniform. The standardized attire consisted of a white cotton button-up, hanging loosely around his frame, aforementioned jacket and a pair of black trousers. To top it off, a sky-blue necktie was done slackly around his neck, not so much as to alert the student council but just enough to prevent it from suffocating him.
Kaito glanced up from his cooking to look at the bedraggled form of his brother emerging from the top of the mahogany staircase, a small smile of amusement flitting across his face at the sight of the usually composed Kaine reduced to an unkempt teenage boy. He carefully arranged the eggs and bacon into two white porcelain plates and carried them over to the table, setting them in front of his brother, who had plopped into the nearest chair available and proceeded to plunk his head down onto the table. Kaine let out a groan as the food was deposited in front of him, in which Kaito translated into a tired 'thank you'.
Kaito undid the knot that held together the apron behind his back and pulled it over his head, revealing a plain white button-up and light khaki trousers underneath. He folded it up and settled down into the chair next to Kaine's.
"You're welcome" he replied, putting his hands together in a prayer position and mumbling out a quiet 'Itadakimasu' (2) before picking up his knife and fork.
They weren't full Japanese, sure, but they still like to keep up the traditions, she had always drilled it into their brain, not letting them forget their lineage. They also were half-American, meaning they know how to properly use a knife and fork, but were equally efficient when presented with a pair of chopsticks. They knew both languages and more, but used English as their main language but sometimes spoke to each other in Japanese if they did not wish for anybody else to know what they were saying, or to occasionally use it as a wider range of insults.
A few seconds later another muffled grunt came from Kaine, who still had his head against the cold marble table. Pale fingers reached out for the correct utensils, coaxing out a small tick-mark on the corner of Kaito's brow, as he glared at his brother's antics in annoyance before bopping Kaine on the head with his fist.
"OW! Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow!" howled Kaine, clutching his head in agony; all traces of drowsiness wiped clean from his face. The tick mark on Kaito's brow grew bigger, as he smacked Kaine's head again, "Oh, stop being such a drama-queen. We both know it doesn't hurt!"
"It does!" cried Kaine, rubbing his head tenderly while glaring at his brother. Kaito snorted disbelievingly.
"And do it properly!"
Still mumbling angrily under his breath, Kaine put his hands together in the prayer position while shooting infuriated scowls at his brother, who glared right back at him, as if daring Kaine to argue. "Itadakimasu" he said, deliberately stressing each syllable. "Happy?" he asked before shoveling the food into his mouth gracelessly.
Kaito sighed wearily. 'I guess some things won't change even in a span of two centuries…' he mused, "Yeah, alright…"
The rest of the breakfast continued in relative peace; their small quarrel all but forgotten. Kaine glanced at his brother, eating neatly and slowly as opposed to him, who only did that in public.
Kaito Daniel Hawkes. That was his full name. Kaito was Japanese meaning 'ocean flying'. Kaine never knew why his parents named him that. Kaito's whole visage gave off a 'snowy' kind of look, but his 'warm and sunny' attitude melted his snowy features
Kaito had always been like that, kind but firm; being the older one of the two. He had to be responsible, especially after their parents had been…lost. They were both young then, way too young to be left without the alpha; Kaito had been forced to grow up rapidly.
But he was a fun-loving guy, nonetheless…who takes sadistic joy in torturing his brother. Kaito was the kind of guy who Kaine thinks, is a girl's dream-boy: good-looking, funny, kind, friendly, understanding etc. etc. His features were rather roundish, but not too much as to look fat, more of a 'cute' kind of round. But despite that, his face was still slender and defined; taking on an 'oval' shape. Wide, silver eyes would look up at you curiously, like an inquisitive puppy, the prime quality that made females scream "Awwwww…" The sparkly gray orbs would twinkle merrily at anyone and everyone, one of the traits that made him an approachable and charismatic person, but if one would take the time to look closer, they would make-out the pain and sacrifice hidden in the ash-like orbs.
He was tall, reaching a good 5'9 (180 cm). He wasn't burly but processed a significant amount of muscle. His hair was a rather…unnatural color to say the least. Silver locks, almost the same shade as his eyes, fell to the nape of his neck, brushing against his collarbone. The hair at the front was cut raggedly, forming some sort of fringe that framed his visage; two long tresses of grey were let loose to grow longer, surrounding the side of his face. Spiky, almost untamable hair seemed to run in the family; Kaito's was not an exception, even if his was to a lesser degree. The strands still maintained a neat and tidy look…but only with the help of hair gel. So if someone was to sneak into Kaito's room in the early morning, they would spy an afro of silver hair atop his head. Kaito was, however, an early riser, preventing this situation from ever happening to him.
Of course, it would be quite noticeable to see someone with silver-white hair walking around. So he made it to dye his roots black now and then, to make it seem as if he dyed his hair, rather than ageing prematurely. So with that, if one were to take notice of his eyebrows and lashes, they would either shake it off, or wonder if he was actually vain enough to dye them too.
Now that was Kaito… the almost-opposite his younger brother, Kaine Masaaki Hawkes.
Masaaki, a Japanese name given to him by his mother, arguing with his dad that since Kaito already had a first name in Japanese, Kaine should have his first name as a non-Japanese name. Masaaki means 'pleasing brightness'. He had often asked his mother why he had been named that, she only answered him with a small smile and carded through his hair with ever so gentle fingers.
"I want you to know, Saki-kun, that there will be a time where the darkness seems so overwhelming and hard, but I want you to stand through it. I want you to be the brightness that shines through the dark" she laughs lightly, bouncing him gently from where he was perched on her lap "and I want you to be the best of the best. A pleasing brightness in my life; my pleasing brightness" Her lips would brush against his forehead before she sang out an old lullaby.
"Hush little one, and dry those sad tears"
"Look forwards into the fading horizon"
"And don't give in to those angry sneers"
He snuggles in closer into her warm embrace.
"Smell those daises and watch those sparrows fly"
"Look on with those eyes of yours and"
"Don't let anyone ever make you cry"
His consciousness is slipping, dragging him into the reigns of sleep.
"Work on through the sweat and grime"
"From dawn 'till dusk, through night and day"
"And know that your efforts will be repaid in time"
There must've been more but he had never been awake long enough. He had never dared to ask her either, for fear of denial. So night after night he sat on her lap and listened, but he never heard it, always falling asleep before the end. And on that one night, she wasn't there to sing it to him anymore.
Kaine forcefully dragged himself out of the painful memory lane. Mother wanted him to be the sun, and Kaito, the moon that watches over the playful sun. But now it seemed the other way round, Kaito was the social one, the friendly while Kaine was the mysterious one, the one that seemed rather 'bad-ass' and rebellious.
He often wore black jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket whenever he wasn't in his school uniform, or when Kaito (his agent and manager) wasn't forcing him into something more 'sophisticated' he said.
Most of the time Kaine would retort back saying that he was a teenage rock-star and that there was no such thing as neat or sophisticated when he was out there, soloing on his electric guitar in front of thousands world-wide.
The other small part in which Kaito would actually succeed in sticking Kaine into one of those was either when he was going to a formal concert or party (Kaito was a total lifesaver then) or when they were hosting a small show with his classic guitar in front of a small crowd of close friends.
Another thing that runs in his family but only popping up in a few rare members was mismatched eyes; one will be one's natural color; the other would be another rather 'inhuman' color. Kaine's right eye, normally hidden away by flat-grey contact lenses, were bright amber, fading away into an orange near the bottom of the retina; he changed them every four hours in school, but in concerts which usually lasts for hours on end, he wore a plain silk eye-patch in its place to hide it away. He actually became quite popular and well-known because of it. His left eye-the one with the natural color- was nearly the same shade as Kaito's, but while Kaito's grey resembled a sparkly winter-wonderland, Kaine's resembled a stormy sea grey, like the sky in the middle of a heavy storm. Both mesmerizing, almost alluring, in its depth yet cold and hard when provoked
His hair was somewhat of a spoiler for his 'bad-boy' look though. A peculiar shade of reddish-brown colored the locks, not quite maroon, like a more reddened shade of maroon-red. A rare shade indeed, but unlike his brother, it was in no way unnatural. The tresses were cropped short, exposing his neck and ears, but spiking upwards and growing longer near the top part of his head. He liked short hair. Sure, you can't shake it around while playing guitar, but he was never that kind of person anyway.
Again, Kaine was also pretty tall for his age, but by no means as tall as his brother. He stood at 5'4 (167 cm) at his current age, having just turning 16 in last month. He had a slim build, very wiry and lean, but was leaning slightly towards the 'a-little-too-thin' side. His features were defined, sharp and angular, thin and slender, not rounded off like Kaito's.
This also made him the most popular guy in school. Just because he doesn't show a reaction to the fact didn't mean that he was totally oblivious to it. At first it was just his looks, but as he grew up and became extremely popular in the entertainment section, and became known world-wide, his popularity had sky-rocketed. His dark looks and muscular visage only served to make girls swoon, but never dared to approach him. Unlike his brother, Kaine was slightly anti-social and found it hard to trust anyone.
And unlike his brother, Kaine was most definitely not a morning person.
He stifled yet another yawn as he finished his breakfast, it was that night again and he was feeling unusually tired because of it.
"You've got a concert at the Stadium again today, Mickey said to be there at four pm, sharp" said Kaito casually, as he picked up his plat to dump it in the dishwasher.
Kaine looked up at Kaito sharply,
"What?"
"Concert, Stadium, four pm, sharp; Alec's picking you up, don't be late, Mickey's scary when she's mad" Kaito shuddered.
Kaine winced. It was true; Mikayla Wards (Or Mickey, as the crew has so lovingly nicked-named her) had a horrendous temper when coming to tardiness; once was more than enough of a warning for the two brothers when faced with Mickey's wrath. But despite that, she was a lovable girl and was one of the few people that Kaine held with actual respect.
"B-but, it's tonight"
"I know; it'll be over before eight, eight thirty at the latest. It's not that big a concert."
Kaine breathed out a sigh of relief. He should've known better than to doubt Kaito with this kind of stuff. He stood up to dump his plates into the dishwasher after brushing off all the non-existent crumbs on his shirt.
"Really, how you keep eating like you've been deprived of food for five years and still not get a single thing on your clothes or mouth, remain a complete mystery to me…"
Kaine grinned at his brother lopsidedly, showing parts of his extra-sharp canines. "What can I say?" he said with a shrug, laughter twinkling in his usually cold eyes, "its talent".
Kaito playfully punched Kaine's shoulder, "Yeah, right…" he said, incredulity sifting through his tone. Kaine frolicked playfully out of the way, sticking his tongue out at Kaito teasingly.
"You...!"
Kaito pointed an accusing finger at him, trailing off but his silver eyes were alight with unclaimed threats.
"Bye, Kai!"
Kaine shouted over his shoulder as he made a rush to grab his black-leather, school assigned bag and raced out the door.
A/N Done! Chapter one, completed and finished. Hope you guys enjoyed it :) the next chapter won't be up any time soon because the exams are coming up and I won't have time… sad. Maybe in a month, no idea when the exams will end though :(
–Kun: an honorific used in Japan. Mr. ,junior, boy. Usually used at the end of a boy's name to show familiarity or endearment/affection. Also used by some men with friends and when addressing someone of lower rank or yonger.
Itadakimasu いただきます: expression of gratitude before meals
A/N: Okay, hi people! Welcome to the first chapter of Amethyst Sky. I do not expect you to like this or anything; it's only done for fun. The story will be very Mary-sue-ish and is not very original but, as I have said, it's only for fun and my friend is the person who made up the plot (because I suck at thinking of one). A little word of warning: the ending will suck, so beware. My grammar also sucks, I'm trying to get my editor to actually do her job and edit but she was too lazy… tch. Constructive criticisms are welcomed, but you don't have to review, either way I don't really mind. Flames are banned, 'cause they're not nice, and because I don't care about them (for this story, anyway; my other stories, however, is a completely different matter). This is done only because it's a good and easy way for my friends to have access to my story.
Updates will be sporadic at best, but I will try to update at least once a month.
Anyway, have fun reading
Chapter One
The incessant wails of the electronic alarm jerked Kaine from the gentle embrace of slumber as he lay, curled up into a ball in the huge king-sized bed that dwarfed his slender figure, his wiry form all but buried underneath a heavy mess of royal blue covers. He ignored the piercing yell, in favour of trying to pull his awareness back into the tranquil reins sleep.
"Good Mornin', Saki-Kun!" (1) He was wrenched, yet again, out of his half-conscious state by the yell that echoed outside his door.
"Five more minutes…" he mumbled in an incoherent groan, rolling onto his side. He knew that his brother would hear the hushed whisper, despite the barrier in between them.
Light footsteps approached his room, followed by a diminutive click and the next thing he was aware of was the cold white tiles of the floor against his cheek.
Uttering a weary sigh, he turned over and glowered menacingly at the grinning face of his brother, Kaito, above him.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead" he said cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the pair of mismatched eyes glaring up at him, as he yanked the soft silk away from Kaine, nudging his brother's torso roughly with his foot. Thin limbs automatically arched at the abrupt alteration in temperature; a small high-pitched yelp escaped his lips.
Kaito's grin broadened as he gave another prod.
"Hey, get up already, Mr. World-wide-rock-star. Those rabid fangirls aren't going to wait for you forever, you know."
Heaving yet another sigh, Kaine stumbled onto his feet; his long fingers coiled around his bed frame, supporting his unstable legs. He reached out his other hand to clutch his brother's shoulder and stare up straight into Kaito's silver-grey orbs with half-open eyes.
"And that, my dear brother, is the exact reason why I loathe school so"
With that said, he proceeded to stagger drunkenly into the bathroom; Kaito's bark-like peals of laughter echoing off the walls behind him.
He padded nonchalantly down two floors of long winding staircase that led towards the first floor; stifling a tired yawn as he pulled on the navy blue jacket, a part of his school Uniform. The standardized attire consisted of a white cotton button-up, hanging loosely around his frame, aforementioned jacket and a pair of black trousers. To top it off, a sky-blue necktie was done slackly around his neck, not so much as to alert the student council but just enough to prevent it from suffocating him.
Kaito glanced up from his cooking to look at the bedraggled form of his brother emerging from the top of the mahogany staircase, a small smile of amusement flitting across his face at the sight of the usually composed Kaine reduced to an unkempt teenage boy. He carefully arranged the eggs and bacon into two white porcelain plates and carried them over to the table, setting them in front of his brother, who had plopped into the nearest chair available and proceeded to plunk his head down onto the table. Kaine let out a groan as the food was deposited in front of him, in which Kaito translated into a tired 'thank you'.
Kaito undid the knot that held together the apron behind his back and pulled it over his head, revealing a plain white button-up and light khaki trousers underneath. He folded it up and settled down into the chair next to Kaine's.
"You're welcome" he replied, putting his hands together in a prayer position and mumbling out a quiet 'Itadakimasu' (2) before picking up his knife and fork.
They weren't full Japanese, sure, but they still like to keep up the traditions, she had always drilled it into their brain, not letting them forget their lineage. They also were half-American, meaning they know how to properly use a knife and fork, but were equally efficient when presented with a pair of chopsticks. They knew both languages and more, but used English as their main language but sometimes spoke to each other in Japanese if they did not wish for anybody else to know what they were saying, or to occasionally use it as a wider range of insults.
A few seconds later another muffled grunt came from Kaine, who still had his head against the cold marble table. Pale fingers reached out for the correct utensils, coaxing out a small tick-mark on the corner of Kaito's brow, as he glared at his brother's antics in annoyance before bopping Kaine on the head with his fist.
"OW! Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow!" howled Kaine, clutching his head in agony; all traces of drowsiness wiped clean from his face. The tick mark on Kaito's brow grew bigger, as he smacked Kaine's head again, "Oh, stop being such a drama-queen. We both know it doesn't hurt!"
"It does!" cried Kaine, rubbing his head tenderly while glaring at his brother. Kaito snorted disbelievingly.
"And do it properly!"
Still mumbling angrily under his breath, Kaine put his hands together in the prayer position while shooting infuriated scowls at his brother, who glared right back at him, as if daring Kaine to argue. "Itadakimasu" he said, deliberately stressing each syllable. "Happy?" he asked before shoveling the food into his mouth gracelessly.
Kaito sighed wearily. 'I guess some things won't change even in a span of two centuries…' he mused, "Yeah, alright…"
The rest of the breakfast continued in relative peace; their small quarrel all but forgotten. Kaine glanced at his brother, eating neatly and slowly as opposed to him, who only did that in public.
Kaito Daniel Hawkes. That was his full name. Kaito was Japanese meaning 'ocean flying'. Kaine never knew why his parents named him that. Kaito's whole visage gave off a 'snowy' kind of look, but his 'warm and sunny' attitude melted his snowy features
Kaito had always been like that, kind but firm; being the older one of the two. He had to be responsible, especially after their parents had been…lost. They were both young then, way too young to be left without the alpha; Kaito had been forced to grow up rapidly.
But he was a fun-loving guy, nonetheless…who takes sadistic joy in torturing his brother. Kaito was the kind of guy who Kaine thinks, is a girl's dream-boy: good-looking, funny, kind, friendly, understanding etc. etc. His features were rather roundish, but not too much as to look fat, more of a 'cute' kind of round. But despite that, his face was still slender and defined; taking on an 'oval' shape. Wide, silver eyes would look up at you curiously, like an inquisitive puppy, the prime quality that made females scream "Awwwww…" The sparkly gray orbs would twinkle merrily at anyone and everyone, one of the traits that made him an approachable and charismatic person, but if one would take the time to look closer, they would make-out the pain and sacrifice hidden in the ash-like orbs.
He was tall, reaching a good 5'9 (180 cm). He wasn't burly but processed a significant amount of muscle. His hair was a rather…unnatural color to say the least. Silver locks, almost the same shade as his eyes, fell to the nape of his neck, brushing against his collarbone. The hair at the front was cut raggedly, forming some sort of fringe that framed his visage; two long tresses of grey were let loose to grow longer, surrounding the side of his face. Spiky, almost untamable hair seemed to run in the family; Kaito's was not an exception, even if his was to a lesser degree. The strands still maintained a neat and tidy look…but only with the help of hair gel. So if someone was to sneak into Kaito's room in the early morning, they would spy an afro of silver hair atop his head. Kaito was, however, an early riser, preventing this situation from ever happening to him.
Of course, it would be quite noticeable to see someone with silver-white hair walking around. So he made it to dye his roots black now and then, to make it seem as if he dyed his hair, rather than ageing prematurely. So with that, if one were to take notice of his eyebrows and lashes, they would either shake it off, or wonder if he was actually vain enough to dye them too.
Now that was Kaito… the almost-opposite his younger brother, Kaine Masaaki Hawkes.
Masaaki, a Japanese name given to him by his mother, arguing with his dad that since Kaito already had a first name in Japanese, Kaine should have his first name as a non-Japanese name. Masaaki means 'pleasing brightness'. He had often asked his mother why he had been named that, she only answered him with a small smile and carded through his hair with ever so gentle fingers.
"I want you to know, Saki-kun, that there will be a time where the darkness seems so overwhelming and hard, but I want you to stand through it. I want you to be the brightness that shines through the dark" she laughs lightly, bouncing him gently from where he was perched on her lap "and I want you to be the best of the best. A pleasing brightness in my life; my pleasing brightness" Her lips would brush against his forehead before she sang out an old lullaby.
"Hush little one, and dry those sad tears"
"Look forwards into the fading horizon"
"And don't give in to those angry sneers"
He snuggles in closer into her warm embrace.
"Smell those daises and watch those sparrows fly"
"Look on with those eyes of yours and"
"Don't let anyone ever make you cry"
His consciousness is slipping, dragging him into the reigns of sleep.
"Work on through the sweat and grime"
"From dawn 'till dusk, through night and day"
"And know that your efforts will be repaid in time"
There must've been more but he had never been awake long enough. He had never dared to ask her either, for fear of denial. So night after night he sat on her lap and listened, but he never heard it, always falling asleep before the end. And on that one night, she wasn't there to sing it to him anymore.
Kaine forcefully dragged himself out of the painful memory lane. Mother wanted him to be the sun, and Kaito, the moon that watches over the playful sun. But now it seemed the other way round, Kaito was the social one, the friendly while Kaine was the mysterious one, the one that seemed rather 'bad-ass' and rebellious.
He often wore black jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket whenever he wasn't in his school uniform, or when Kaito (his agent and manager) wasn't forcing him into something more 'sophisticated' he said.
Most of the time Kaine would retort back saying that he was a teenage rock-star and that there was no such thing as neat or sophisticated when he was out there, soloing on his electric guitar in front of thousands world-wide.
The other small part in which Kaito would actually succeed in sticking Kaine into one of those was either when he was going to a formal concert or party (Kaito was a total lifesaver then) or when they were hosting a small show with his classic guitar in front of a small crowd of close friends.
Another thing that runs in his family but only popping up in a few rare members was mismatched eyes; one will be one's natural color; the other would be another rather 'inhuman' color. Kaine's right eye, normally hidden away by flat-grey contact lenses, were bright amber, fading away into an orange near the bottom of the retina; he changed them every four hours in school, but in concerts which usually lasts for hours on end, he wore a plain silk eye-patch in its place to hide it away. He actually became quite popular and well-known because of it. His left eye-the one with the natural color- was nearly the same shade as Kaito's, but while Kaito's grey resembled a sparkly winter-wonderland, Kaine's resembled a stormy sea grey, like the sky in the middle of a heavy storm. Both mesmerizing, almost alluring, in its depth yet cold and hard when provoked
His hair was somewhat of a spoiler for his 'bad-boy' look though. A peculiar shade of reddish-brown colored the locks, not quite maroon, like a more reddened shade of maroon-red. A rare shade indeed, but unlike his brother, it was in no way unnatural. The tresses were cropped short, exposing his neck and ears, but spiking upwards and growing longer near the top part of his head. He liked short hair. Sure, you can't shake it around while playing guitar, but he was never that kind of person anyway.
Again, Kaine was also pretty tall for his age, but by no means as tall as his brother. He stood at 5'4 (167 cm) at his current age, having just turning 16 in last month. He had a slim build, very wiry and lean, but was leaning slightly towards the 'a-little-too-thin' side. His features were defined, sharp and angular, thin and slender, not rounded off like Kaito's.
This also made him the most popular guy in school. Just because he doesn't show a reaction to the fact didn't mean that he was totally oblivious to it. At first it was just his looks, but as he grew up and became extremely popular in the entertainment section, and became known world-wide, his popularity had sky-rocketed. His dark looks and muscular visage only served to make girls swoon, but never dared to approach him. Unlike his brother, Kaine was slightly anti-social and found it hard to trust anyone.
And unlike his brother, Kaine was most definitely not a morning person.
He stifled yet another yawn as he finished his breakfast, it was that night again and he was feeling unusually tired because of it.
"You've got a concert at the Stadium again today, Mickey said to be there at four pm, sharp" said Kaito casually, as he picked up his plat to dump it in the dishwasher.
Kaine looked up at Kaito sharply,
"What?"
"Concert, Stadium, four pm, sharp; Alec's picking you up, don't be late, Mickey's scary when she's mad" Kaito shuddered.
Kaine winced. It was true; Mikayla Wards (Or Mickey, as the crew has so lovingly nicked-named her) had a horrendous temper when coming to tardiness; once was more than enough of a warning for the two brothers when faced with Mickey's wrath. But despite that, she was a lovable girl and was one of the few people that Kaine held with actual respect.
"B-but, it's tonight"
"I know; it'll be over before eight, eight thirty at the latest. It's not that big a concert."
Kaine breathed out a sigh of relief. He should've known better than to doubt Kaito with this kind of stuff. He stood up to dump his plates into the dishwasher after brushing off all the non-existent crumbs on his shirt.
"Really, how you keep eating like you've been deprived of food for five years and still not get a single thing on your clothes or mouth, remain a complete mystery to me…"
Kaine grinned at his brother lopsidedly, showing parts of his extra-sharp canines. "What can I say?" he said with a shrug, laughter twinkling in his usually cold eyes, "its talent".
Kaito playfully punched Kaine's shoulder, "Yeah, right…" he said, incredulity sifting through his tone. Kaine frolicked playfully out of the way, sticking his tongue out at Kaito teasingly.
"You...!"
Kaito pointed an accusing finger at him, trailing off but his silver eyes were alight with unclaimed threats.
"Bye, Kai!"
Kaine shouted over his shoulder as he made a rush to grab his black-leather, school assigned bag and raced out the door.
A/N Done! Chapter one, completed and finished. Hope you guys enjoyed it :) the next chapter won't be up any time soon because the exams are coming up and I won't have time… sad. Maybe in a month, no idea when the exams will end though :(
–Kun: an honorific used in Japan. Mr. ,junior, boy. Usually used at the end of a boy's name to show familiarity or endearment/affection. Also used by some men with friends and when addressing someone of lower rank or yonger.
Itadakimasu いただきます: expression of gratitude before meals
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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