Kawaii Shoujo Duskull
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Hello!
This thread is probably gonna be filled with whatever random fics I can come up with. I have no idea how often I'll update the thread or what I'll add.
NOTE: Fanfics and writing of mine in this thread aren't organized chronologicly. In otherwords-- they aren't really in any particular order, ahaha.
Enjoy~!
(Pokémon)
"Lost and Found."
I was a nice doll, or at least I'd like to believe I was. I was a plush buneary; ears curled, body soft, and eyes shiny. But that didn't last forever.
I used to have an owner. She was a young girl with dark brown hair and curious green eyes. She was always an adventurous child, and wherever she went, I was carried along.
I can recall the first day with her like it was only yesterday
. I was just a normal doll sitting atop a shelf in a busy department store somewhere in the Unova region. Nothing special, really. Then she came along. She glanced with wide eyes from toy to toy, doll to doll. her eyes soon rested upon me, and her face lit up like a star with joy.
"Mommy, mommy! I want this one!" the girl cried to her mother, who stood only a couple feet away.
"Alright then sweety, we'll buy you the buneary doll." Her mother replied smiling. My soul jumped with shear joy and excitement as I was lifted hastily from the cold shelf by the young child. Soon enough, I was purchased and taken home.
And thus began our friendship. Over the course of years, I was her constant companion. If she was sad, I was there to cuddle with. If she had a secret, she always told me first. If she was ever scared, I was always right there by her side. She took me wherever she went; new cities, vacations, even through a move from one house to the next. And no matter what new toy she got, no matter how many friends she made, she always kept me with her.
That is, until that fateful day.
"Ashly!" the girl's mother had called from downstairs.
"Coming mom!" Ashly had replied.
By this point, Ashly was about 10 years old. I had heard some conversations about kids going on adventures at the age of 10, and I always knew Ashly would go some day. I thought this might be the day. Of course, I didn't think anything of it; after all, she wouldn't leave me behind, right?
Wrong.
That day and the next, Ashly and her family packed everything up and moved once again. This time though, they left me behind. 'Okay then, I'll be waiting right here for you.' I thought to myself. Hours passed, then those hours became days. 'Wow, you're taking a long time to get back here.' I thought to myself.
Soon, I began to worry. What if Ashly was in trouble? What if she was lonely? What the heck was going on here anyway?
...
Years passed. The old house began falling into disrepair. Parts of the ceiling had fallen in, and some ratata had taken up the basement as their personal breeding ground. The stench of rotting wood and dust filled the air like nothing else.
As for me. I began to change slowly over that time. My body had changed shape, and I had developed senses. Not senses like before, but actual senses like touch, smell, and sight. One day, I noticed I could move my arms, then my feet. I also noticed I could drift through the air as well.
I decided it was about time I left the old dellapidated building. I floated out a window that had been broken by a harsh storm last summer, then I made my way to the old garden at the west side of the house. In it were some patches of flowers; some old and new. In the middle was a clear and still pond, one Ashly's father had made himself for his wife. I gaized into the water under the shimmering moon. My eyes were met with a vision I never expected to see.A dark-gray doll. A dark-gray doll with three small spikes atop its head and what looked to be a ribbon trailing behind. A zipper was where a mouth should have been; it had stubby legs and long arms. And its eyes... its purple, slit-pupiled eyes spoke of loneliness and pain, and also of a deep burning anger.
Banette. A banette stared back at me through the water, mirroring my every move.
Wait. That banette wasn't just mimicking me. That banette /was/ me.
I realized now that I could possibly hold my own in the outside world. But where to go? What to do? Finally, it hit me.
Ashly. I had to find Ashly.
I'm sure if I had blood, that name would have made it boil. I didn't realize how much I hated Ashly until just now. Over those long years, I had decided that she had abandoned me, and I had resigned myself to the idea of being eaten by those pesky ratatas. I had been spaired though. And now I knew what I could do with my new life.
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I searched through several towns before I finally got a clue where she might be. I had overheard a conversation in a city called Castelia about some trainers taking a trip on a boat to another region. The boat would be departing any minute now. I then recalled something Ashly had told me when she had been about 9 and a half years old.
"You wanna know where I wanna go some day?" she began. "I wanna go to a big city near the ocean. And I wanna have a ton of adventures and see so many pokemon! Wouldn't that be so fun?"
'This is my chance,' I told myself. I made my way onto the massive boat, easily sneaking by the guard, who was complaining about not having his morning coffee. I slid about the ship like a phantom, and hid myself away in a storage room. Moments after, the ship departed with a loud blaring of its horn. A day or two later, the ship had arrived. Passengers descended from the ship and onto solid land once more. I gently and silently drifted through the salty air and into the new city. I saw a large sign and read it. Acording to the sign, I was now in Slateport City of the Hoenn region.
'Well this is just dandy.' I thought with great irritation. 'Now what am I going to do.' And then I heard it.
"Ah, Slateport City. I've heard so much about this place." a familiar voice said. I turned and saw a girl, about 14 years old it seemed. I couldn't place it, but something was ... familiar about her.
"I remember always talking about going to a city near the ocean when I was little, but I never thought I'd actually get to go to one!"" the stranger cried out in excitement.
There it was again. That nagging feeling I knew her.
... And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Of course, how could I miss it, that's gotta be Ashly.'
I followed her to her destination, wherever that might be. As it turned out, she had managed to get a place to stay in the local Pokémon Center. I drifted along quietly into Ashly's room.
And made myself suddenly known with a sharp, angry cry. Ashly dropped the pen she had been toying with and jumped to her feet, hand on a pokeball.
And then she froze. Her face went from shock to determination, and then to blank surprise within the span of 8 seconds. I made what I assume was a menacing face. But she just stood there. Finally she took a slow step forward.
"... H-Harey?" she uttered softly, almost as a whisper. "Is... that you?"
Harey. That had been my name, and I had been fond of it. Emphasis on 'had been'. I tried to make a more sinister face than before, so I could express more of my deep anger.
"It is you... isn't it? I would recognize that mark above your right eye anywhere." The mark she refered to was where a low branch had hit me once during one of my adventures with Ashly. She had gone home crying, then she had seemed extatic when her mother had sewn me up good as new with only a minor stich mark to show the tear had ever existed.
"Harey... I'm so sorry. I never meant to leave you behind."
Never meant to leave me behind?! I let out a furious cry directly at her, and she flinched back. I felt a tiny pang of regret in me at that sight.
"When we moved all those years ago... I thought I had lost you. I was so upset. Mom and dad tried to cheer me up, but it didn't work. I never forgot you, Harey. I always wanted to go back and find you. I never expected that you'd find me first though." She sounded deeply apologetic. Upon looking closer, I noticed she was crying. Another pang of regret and sorrow surged through my body, and my angry face softened up somewhat.
Ashly began telling me what I had missed and how much she had tried to find me. Meanwhile, I continuously softened and my guilt kept rising. Soon, I simply couldn't take it anymore and moved forward, leeping into her arms. She wrapped them around me tightly and we hugged for a long time. It felt just like old times; I was nestled so close to her that I could feel her heart beating.
"Hey Harey?" She began. I looked at her, giving a look that I guessed translated to 'yes?'.
"You remember how we always went on adventures when I was a little girl, right?" she enquired. I simply replied with a nod.
"Well, since you're a banette now, I was hoping... you'd want to come on a new adventure with me? Only this is a real adventure, not just another backyard jungle expedition. So, what do ya say?"
My mind went blank. The next thing I knew, I was in her arms once again and she was giggling like a little girl. "I'll take that as a yes." she said happily.
It was a yes. Of course I'd go on another adventure with her, she was my best friend after all. There wasn't anything I'd rather do than travel the various lands of the world with her.
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And to this day, we still adventure. We've been all over Hoenn and Unova, and we're currently on our way to Sihnno. I don't quite know what awaits us there, but I'm ready for anything. Especially while I'm with Ashly, my best friend and trainer. When I'm with her, I feel like there's nothing I can't do.
Not really too well-written, but I made some improvements in the small edit I made after posting this. :D
(Boktai)
"The young Solar Boy"
It was a day much like any other in the city of San Miguel. The sun shined brightly down upon the city, the citizens going about their daily business, whatever that may be.
In a normal house in said city, a boy awoke. He rose into a sitting position and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stood up and walked over to his window. The boy flung the curtains aside, flooding the room with the warm illumination of the sun's rays.
For most of the people of San Miguel, this was just an average day. But for this boy, the son of the vampire hunter Ringo, it was special. Today was his tenth birthday. Throughout his childhood, the boy had always asked his father how he defeated vampires, and how he purified them. His father, always patient with him, would reply, "I'll teach you some day when you're older" and leave it at that. But the boy's hopes never diminished and he eagerly hoped that today was the day he would learn from the master.
He changed out of his pajamas and hurried downstairs for breakfast. When he arrived in the kitchen, he became aware he was alone. Waiting on the table for him was a plate piled high with still-warm pancakes and some solar fruit on the side. The beige-haired boy decided he'd look for his parents after eating the kindly-prepared meal. Upon finishing, he noticed a note under his plate. He briefly wondered how he had missed that before reading it.
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Dear Django,
Your mother and I went out. Your mom is out doing some shopping. I've gone out to do some hunting. Meet me at the edge of town in a couple hours.
Love
Dad and Mom.
P.S., don't forget to feed the cat.
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Django's pulse quickened with excitement. Could this finally be the day he learned his father's secret? He hurried to get his supplies and eagerly rushed out of the front door.
And then returned, gave the cat some food, then proceeded to run out of the door again.
*Several minutes later...*
The edge of town wasn't a very special place, at least not to Django. The landscape was dry and dusty, not exactly the most preferable location of San Miguel. Just as the not had instructed, the boy waited there for his father. He sat on the ground and crossed his legs, a smile on his face as he imagined what would happen.
Soon, Django found himself being approached by a small cat. He scooped it into his lap and began stroking it behind its ears. As he soon learned, it was a playful cat. Stroking led to the two playing, and not too long after, Django had placed the cat atop his head.
In the midst of his goofy behavior, the boy was entirely unaware of his father standing mere feet away. Ringo cleared his throat, the cat cleared several feet before landing on the dry earth, and Django had jumped to his feet before realizing what had just happened. He let out a nervous little laugh, and Ringo simply smiled.
"Come with me son, I've got something I'd like to show you." he said as he began walking away, glancing over his shoulder for the young boy. Django hurried after his father.
"Where are we going dad?" Django asked excitedly as he tried--and failed-- to tame his hair into a more controlled look.
"You'll see when we get there. Just follow me, I've got a surprise for you." was all to the other's reply.
So the two walked, one knowing exactly where he was going, the other tripping on a rock here and there. Over that time, the sky had become covered with light clouds just thick enough to block out the sun. In a matter of minutes, they reached their destination.
Said location seemed normal. Normal except for two large mirrors and two canons to accompany them. "Son," Ringo began.
"Huh?" Django looked at his dad.
"Welcome to the Pile Driver." Ringo announced proudly.
...
Ringo entered a lengthy description of how the thing worked and how to use it, while his son soaked up every bit of info he got, making sure to remember it for later.
"So is this the thing you use to purify vampires?" Django asked, a look of pure excitement on his ten-year-old face.
"That's right Django." Ringo answered, gazing out at the pile driver. Then he was silent. The two remained in silence for several minutes before Django spoke.
"Are we waiting for something?" he asked.
"Yes. You'll see in a few minutes." his father replied patiently.
Not too long later, Django's mother arrived, and she was directing something toward the pile driver with a weapon. Django saw to his surprise that his mother was directing a ghoul, a weak monster.
"Over this way Mani," Ringo gestured with an arm toward the pile driver.
"Alright," Mani replied, jabbing at the ghoul until it was at the specified spot.
"Okay Django, are you ready? I'm going to show you how to take out this ghoul." Ringo explained to his son. "As soon as those clouds clear up, I want you to go and power up the pile driver like I told you earlier, got it?"
"Got it!" Django replied, practically bursting with excitement at the thought of taking down anything with the pile driver.
Moments passed, the clouds cleared, and Django rushed at the pile driver. Ringo tossed Django something. He recognized it as the Gun Del Sol, the signature weapon of the solar children. "Hurry and use it Django!" Ringo called over.
Django powered up the pile driver, and realized the ghoul was getting away. He chased it down and fired a few shots at it to drive it back to the area. Finally, he set the canons off and the ghoul was caught right in the midst of the attack.
Django's parents dashed over to Django and praised him for a great job and hugged him, telling him how proud they were. "Who knows," Mani started, "you may just be better than your father some day."
"Really?" Django questioned, wondering if it was even possible to be better than his dad, the legendary vampire hunter.
"Hey, nobody's better than me," Ringo replied, half laughing. A playful nudge in the ribs from his lover continued his reply. "Okay, maybe some day you'll beat me." He said smiling, patting his son on the back.
"Cool!" Django cried out happily. The family began their trip back home where they would have lunch, rest, and celebrate the rest of their son's birthday.
Over the course of the day, Ringo told his son of his various journeys to slay vampires in epic battles of wit and skill. Django's eyes were constantly ablaze with interest and disbelief at his father's heroic tales.
Soon, all the presents had been unwrapped, the cake had been eaten, and the stories told. Django found himself lazily dozing off in the afternoon's sunlight outside the house. "He's going to make a great solar boy one of these days, don't you think?" Ringo said, his lover's hand in his.
"Definitely," Mani replied lovingly, watching her son fall asleep with a cat curled up on his chest on the ground. "He'll be learning from the best after all."
"That he will," Ringo responded, kissing Mani. "That he will."
Just a random fanfic from a couple months ago that I wrote for a friend. It takes place several years before the start of the series.
I posted this in its own thread a month or so ago but I felt like putting it here anyway since the original thread is probably buried now. XD
(Misc)
Random creepypasta-type thing.
It was a day like any other: warm, sunlight falling down like a massive torrent of energy, the sound of nearby waves crashing upon the shores of the long beach, seaguls crying out, and the wind rustling through the palmtrees. Little did I know that all would change forever.
Out of nowhere, I felt my normally strong hold by the tree weaken, and it finally gave under my weight. I plummetted to the soft yet hot sand below with a thump. I lay there, my mind boggling at what could be going on. Suddenly, something lifted me. I cried out in horror, having no clue what was happening. Little did I know this was the beginning of the end. ...
The creature that had lifted me chucked me at the tree I once clung to. I screamed in pain as I hit and fell. This was repeated several times; I felt my normally solid defense weakening.
*Shing*
That didn't sound pleasant, not one bit. I panicked but could do nothing, all my cries and pleas for help of any sort fell upon deaf ears. Out of nowhere, I was stabbed by... something. It was cold and smooth. It began rending a large hole within my side. I shreaked in unimaginable agony as finally the demon and its device pulled out a fraction of my side and began to suck out my internal juices. I began feeling lighter... I felt less pain, less worry... less anything. The monster that had drank my bodily fluids dropped me on the ground and began walking away. I lay there, silent, slowly drifting off into the afterlife. ...
It was over.
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That's how coconuts feel.
I wrote this to screw with some friends of mine. :P
If that story offends anybody or something, let me know and I can take it down.
Comments are welcome, and I look forward to hearing people's thoughts and opinions. ^^
This thread is probably gonna be filled with whatever random fics I can come up with. I have no idea how often I'll update the thread or what I'll add.
NOTE: Fanfics and writing of mine in this thread aren't organized chronologicly. In otherwords-- they aren't really in any particular order, ahaha.
Enjoy~!
(Pokémon)
"Lost and Found."
Spoiler:
I was a nice doll, or at least I'd like to believe I was. I was a plush buneary; ears curled, body soft, and eyes shiny. But that didn't last forever.
I used to have an owner. She was a young girl with dark brown hair and curious green eyes. She was always an adventurous child, and wherever she went, I was carried along.
I can recall the first day with her like it was only yesterday
. I was just a normal doll sitting atop a shelf in a busy department store somewhere in the Unova region. Nothing special, really. Then she came along. She glanced with wide eyes from toy to toy, doll to doll. her eyes soon rested upon me, and her face lit up like a star with joy.
"Mommy, mommy! I want this one!" the girl cried to her mother, who stood only a couple feet away.
"Alright then sweety, we'll buy you the buneary doll." Her mother replied smiling. My soul jumped with shear joy and excitement as I was lifted hastily from the cold shelf by the young child. Soon enough, I was purchased and taken home.
And thus began our friendship. Over the course of years, I was her constant companion. If she was sad, I was there to cuddle with. If she had a secret, she always told me first. If she was ever scared, I was always right there by her side. She took me wherever she went; new cities, vacations, even through a move from one house to the next. And no matter what new toy she got, no matter how many friends she made, she always kept me with her.
That is, until that fateful day.
"Ashly!" the girl's mother had called from downstairs.
"Coming mom!" Ashly had replied.
By this point, Ashly was about 10 years old. I had heard some conversations about kids going on adventures at the age of 10, and I always knew Ashly would go some day. I thought this might be the day. Of course, I didn't think anything of it; after all, she wouldn't leave me behind, right?
Wrong.
That day and the next, Ashly and her family packed everything up and moved once again. This time though, they left me behind. 'Okay then, I'll be waiting right here for you.' I thought to myself. Hours passed, then those hours became days. 'Wow, you're taking a long time to get back here.' I thought to myself.
Soon, I began to worry. What if Ashly was in trouble? What if she was lonely? What the heck was going on here anyway?
...
Years passed. The old house began falling into disrepair. Parts of the ceiling had fallen in, and some ratata had taken up the basement as their personal breeding ground. The stench of rotting wood and dust filled the air like nothing else.
As for me. I began to change slowly over that time. My body had changed shape, and I had developed senses. Not senses like before, but actual senses like touch, smell, and sight. One day, I noticed I could move my arms, then my feet. I also noticed I could drift through the air as well.
I decided it was about time I left the old dellapidated building. I floated out a window that had been broken by a harsh storm last summer, then I made my way to the old garden at the west side of the house. In it were some patches of flowers; some old and new. In the middle was a clear and still pond, one Ashly's father had made himself for his wife. I gaized into the water under the shimmering moon. My eyes were met with a vision I never expected to see.A dark-gray doll. A dark-gray doll with three small spikes atop its head and what looked to be a ribbon trailing behind. A zipper was where a mouth should have been; it had stubby legs and long arms. And its eyes... its purple, slit-pupiled eyes spoke of loneliness and pain, and also of a deep burning anger.
Banette. A banette stared back at me through the water, mirroring my every move.
Wait. That banette wasn't just mimicking me. That banette /was/ me.
I realized now that I could possibly hold my own in the outside world. But where to go? What to do? Finally, it hit me.
Ashly. I had to find Ashly.
I'm sure if I had blood, that name would have made it boil. I didn't realize how much I hated Ashly until just now. Over those long years, I had decided that she had abandoned me, and I had resigned myself to the idea of being eaten by those pesky ratatas. I had been spaired though. And now I knew what I could do with my new life.
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I searched through several towns before I finally got a clue where she might be. I had overheard a conversation in a city called Castelia about some trainers taking a trip on a boat to another region. The boat would be departing any minute now. I then recalled something Ashly had told me when she had been about 9 and a half years old.
"You wanna know where I wanna go some day?" she began. "I wanna go to a big city near the ocean. And I wanna have a ton of adventures and see so many pokemon! Wouldn't that be so fun?"
'This is my chance,' I told myself. I made my way onto the massive boat, easily sneaking by the guard, who was complaining about not having his morning coffee. I slid about the ship like a phantom, and hid myself away in a storage room. Moments after, the ship departed with a loud blaring of its horn. A day or two later, the ship had arrived. Passengers descended from the ship and onto solid land once more. I gently and silently drifted through the salty air and into the new city. I saw a large sign and read it. Acording to the sign, I was now in Slateport City of the Hoenn region.
'Well this is just dandy.' I thought with great irritation. 'Now what am I going to do.' And then I heard it.
"Ah, Slateport City. I've heard so much about this place." a familiar voice said. I turned and saw a girl, about 14 years old it seemed. I couldn't place it, but something was ... familiar about her.
"I remember always talking about going to a city near the ocean when I was little, but I never thought I'd actually get to go to one!"" the stranger cried out in excitement.
There it was again. That nagging feeling I knew her.
... And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Of course, how could I miss it, that's gotta be Ashly.'
I followed her to her destination, wherever that might be. As it turned out, she had managed to get a place to stay in the local Pokémon Center. I drifted along quietly into Ashly's room.
And made myself suddenly known with a sharp, angry cry. Ashly dropped the pen she had been toying with and jumped to her feet, hand on a pokeball.
And then she froze. Her face went from shock to determination, and then to blank surprise within the span of 8 seconds. I made what I assume was a menacing face. But she just stood there. Finally she took a slow step forward.
"... H-Harey?" she uttered softly, almost as a whisper. "Is... that you?"
Harey. That had been my name, and I had been fond of it. Emphasis on 'had been'. I tried to make a more sinister face than before, so I could express more of my deep anger.
"It is you... isn't it? I would recognize that mark above your right eye anywhere." The mark she refered to was where a low branch had hit me once during one of my adventures with Ashly. She had gone home crying, then she had seemed extatic when her mother had sewn me up good as new with only a minor stich mark to show the tear had ever existed.
"Harey... I'm so sorry. I never meant to leave you behind."
Never meant to leave me behind?! I let out a furious cry directly at her, and she flinched back. I felt a tiny pang of regret in me at that sight.
"When we moved all those years ago... I thought I had lost you. I was so upset. Mom and dad tried to cheer me up, but it didn't work. I never forgot you, Harey. I always wanted to go back and find you. I never expected that you'd find me first though." She sounded deeply apologetic. Upon looking closer, I noticed she was crying. Another pang of regret and sorrow surged through my body, and my angry face softened up somewhat.
Ashly began telling me what I had missed and how much she had tried to find me. Meanwhile, I continuously softened and my guilt kept rising. Soon, I simply couldn't take it anymore and moved forward, leeping into her arms. She wrapped them around me tightly and we hugged for a long time. It felt just like old times; I was nestled so close to her that I could feel her heart beating.
"Hey Harey?" She began. I looked at her, giving a look that I guessed translated to 'yes?'.
"You remember how we always went on adventures when I was a little girl, right?" she enquired. I simply replied with a nod.
"Well, since you're a banette now, I was hoping... you'd want to come on a new adventure with me? Only this is a real adventure, not just another backyard jungle expedition. So, what do ya say?"
My mind went blank. The next thing I knew, I was in her arms once again and she was giggling like a little girl. "I'll take that as a yes." she said happily.
It was a yes. Of course I'd go on another adventure with her, she was my best friend after all. There wasn't anything I'd rather do than travel the various lands of the world with her.
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And to this day, we still adventure. We've been all over Hoenn and Unova, and we're currently on our way to Sihnno. I don't quite know what awaits us there, but I'm ready for anything. Especially while I'm with Ashly, my best friend and trainer. When I'm with her, I feel like there's nothing I can't do.
Not really too well-written, but I made some improvements in the small edit I made after posting this. :D
(Boktai)
"The young Solar Boy"
Spoiler:
It was a day much like any other in the city of San Miguel. The sun shined brightly down upon the city, the citizens going about their daily business, whatever that may be.
In a normal house in said city, a boy awoke. He rose into a sitting position and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stood up and walked over to his window. The boy flung the curtains aside, flooding the room with the warm illumination of the sun's rays.
For most of the people of San Miguel, this was just an average day. But for this boy, the son of the vampire hunter Ringo, it was special. Today was his tenth birthday. Throughout his childhood, the boy had always asked his father how he defeated vampires, and how he purified them. His father, always patient with him, would reply, "I'll teach you some day when you're older" and leave it at that. But the boy's hopes never diminished and he eagerly hoped that today was the day he would learn from the master.
He changed out of his pajamas and hurried downstairs for breakfast. When he arrived in the kitchen, he became aware he was alone. Waiting on the table for him was a plate piled high with still-warm pancakes and some solar fruit on the side. The beige-haired boy decided he'd look for his parents after eating the kindly-prepared meal. Upon finishing, he noticed a note under his plate. He briefly wondered how he had missed that before reading it.
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Dear Django,
Your mother and I went out. Your mom is out doing some shopping. I've gone out to do some hunting. Meet me at the edge of town in a couple hours.
Love
Dad and Mom.
P.S., don't forget to feed the cat.
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Django's pulse quickened with excitement. Could this finally be the day he learned his father's secret? He hurried to get his supplies and eagerly rushed out of the front door.
And then returned, gave the cat some food, then proceeded to run out of the door again.
*Several minutes later...*
The edge of town wasn't a very special place, at least not to Django. The landscape was dry and dusty, not exactly the most preferable location of San Miguel. Just as the not had instructed, the boy waited there for his father. He sat on the ground and crossed his legs, a smile on his face as he imagined what would happen.
Soon, Django found himself being approached by a small cat. He scooped it into his lap and began stroking it behind its ears. As he soon learned, it was a playful cat. Stroking led to the two playing, and not too long after, Django had placed the cat atop his head.
In the midst of his goofy behavior, the boy was entirely unaware of his father standing mere feet away. Ringo cleared his throat, the cat cleared several feet before landing on the dry earth, and Django had jumped to his feet before realizing what had just happened. He let out a nervous little laugh, and Ringo simply smiled.
"Come with me son, I've got something I'd like to show you." he said as he began walking away, glancing over his shoulder for the young boy. Django hurried after his father.
"Where are we going dad?" Django asked excitedly as he tried--and failed-- to tame his hair into a more controlled look.
"You'll see when we get there. Just follow me, I've got a surprise for you." was all to the other's reply.
So the two walked, one knowing exactly where he was going, the other tripping on a rock here and there. Over that time, the sky had become covered with light clouds just thick enough to block out the sun. In a matter of minutes, they reached their destination.
Said location seemed normal. Normal except for two large mirrors and two canons to accompany them. "Son," Ringo began.
"Huh?" Django looked at his dad.
"Welcome to the Pile Driver." Ringo announced proudly.
...
Ringo entered a lengthy description of how the thing worked and how to use it, while his son soaked up every bit of info he got, making sure to remember it for later.
"So is this the thing you use to purify vampires?" Django asked, a look of pure excitement on his ten-year-old face.
"That's right Django." Ringo answered, gazing out at the pile driver. Then he was silent. The two remained in silence for several minutes before Django spoke.
"Are we waiting for something?" he asked.
"Yes. You'll see in a few minutes." his father replied patiently.
Not too long later, Django's mother arrived, and she was directing something toward the pile driver with a weapon. Django saw to his surprise that his mother was directing a ghoul, a weak monster.
"Over this way Mani," Ringo gestured with an arm toward the pile driver.
"Alright," Mani replied, jabbing at the ghoul until it was at the specified spot.
"Okay Django, are you ready? I'm going to show you how to take out this ghoul." Ringo explained to his son. "As soon as those clouds clear up, I want you to go and power up the pile driver like I told you earlier, got it?"
"Got it!" Django replied, practically bursting with excitement at the thought of taking down anything with the pile driver.
Moments passed, the clouds cleared, and Django rushed at the pile driver. Ringo tossed Django something. He recognized it as the Gun Del Sol, the signature weapon of the solar children. "Hurry and use it Django!" Ringo called over.
Django powered up the pile driver, and realized the ghoul was getting away. He chased it down and fired a few shots at it to drive it back to the area. Finally, he set the canons off and the ghoul was caught right in the midst of the attack.
Django's parents dashed over to Django and praised him for a great job and hugged him, telling him how proud they were. "Who knows," Mani started, "you may just be better than your father some day."
"Really?" Django questioned, wondering if it was even possible to be better than his dad, the legendary vampire hunter.
"Hey, nobody's better than me," Ringo replied, half laughing. A playful nudge in the ribs from his lover continued his reply. "Okay, maybe some day you'll beat me." He said smiling, patting his son on the back.
"Cool!" Django cried out happily. The family began their trip back home where they would have lunch, rest, and celebrate the rest of their son's birthday.
Over the course of the day, Ringo told his son of his various journeys to slay vampires in epic battles of wit and skill. Django's eyes were constantly ablaze with interest and disbelief at his father's heroic tales.
Soon, all the presents had been unwrapped, the cake had been eaten, and the stories told. Django found himself lazily dozing off in the afternoon's sunlight outside the house. "He's going to make a great solar boy one of these days, don't you think?" Ringo said, his lover's hand in his.
"Definitely," Mani replied lovingly, watching her son fall asleep with a cat curled up on his chest on the ground. "He'll be learning from the best after all."
"That he will," Ringo responded, kissing Mani. "That he will."
Just a random fanfic from a couple months ago that I wrote for a friend. It takes place several years before the start of the series.
I posted this in its own thread a month or so ago but I felt like putting it here anyway since the original thread is probably buried now. XD
(Misc)
Random creepypasta-type thing.
Spoiler:
It was a day like any other: warm, sunlight falling down like a massive torrent of energy, the sound of nearby waves crashing upon the shores of the long beach, seaguls crying out, and the wind rustling through the palmtrees. Little did I know that all would change forever.
Out of nowhere, I felt my normally strong hold by the tree weaken, and it finally gave under my weight. I plummetted to the soft yet hot sand below with a thump. I lay there, my mind boggling at what could be going on. Suddenly, something lifted me. I cried out in horror, having no clue what was happening. Little did I know this was the beginning of the end. ...
The creature that had lifted me chucked me at the tree I once clung to. I screamed in pain as I hit and fell. This was repeated several times; I felt my normally solid defense weakening.
*Shing*
That didn't sound pleasant, not one bit. I panicked but could do nothing, all my cries and pleas for help of any sort fell upon deaf ears. Out of nowhere, I was stabbed by... something. It was cold and smooth. It began rending a large hole within my side. I shreaked in unimaginable agony as finally the demon and its device pulled out a fraction of my side and began to suck out my internal juices. I began feeling lighter... I felt less pain, less worry... less anything. The monster that had drank my bodily fluids dropped me on the ground and began walking away. I lay there, silent, slowly drifting off into the afterlife. ...
It was over.
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That's how coconuts feel.
I wrote this to screw with some friends of mine. :P
If that story offends anybody or something, let me know and I can take it down.
Comments are welcome, and I look forward to hearing people's thoughts and opinions. ^^
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