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ickaimpArrrr Maties, not only be it Friday ( a cause for celebration in and of itself ) today be Talk Like A Pirate Day! So Avast ye land lubbers, pull out yer accents and have a ball.
'Course then there bein' the pirates from Once Piece... o_O
And we were be tryin' ta work on the Western AU when a Plunnie from the bonnie lass Jaelle did distract us, and a story of a a completely different kin did fall out.
Botchama = What Jii calls Kaito in 'Kudo vs the Kaitou Kid'. Old term for Son of a Master.
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The Kaitou Kid had failed.
On a more personal level, Kaito had failed.
Failed In finding the Pandora Gem first, Failed from keeping it away from the men in black suits that wanted it, and failed to smash into bits the first time he saw it.
Primarily because he was not only handcuffed, but chained, tied, gagged and restrained by two burly men as the rat faced bastard he had learned the stones existence from laughed and waved it in his face. Snake, the black heart who killed his father merely crossed his arms and grinned smugly.
To say he was pissed off was a massive understatement. Bad enough that they had gotten the stone, AND caught him, but they just had to rub it in his face.
By promising to kill him -after- they had gained the elixir.
It was an age old set up, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
Really, in all honesty, if they were going to kill him, couldn't they just do it and get the dramatics over with? Dramatics were his department, not theirs and he liked to think that he did it with a much greater sense of style.
Alright, so he was bored too. Bored and angry. Not a conductive combination of emotions.
Fortunately, it was about that time that Crab-face decided to shut it with the laughing and get on with the show. Immortality waited for no man after all.
Well, maybe it did, but they certainly weren't getting any younger.
With much pomp Crab-face held the gem up to the full moonlight, his face wide with wonder and delight. The stone flared in his hand, flaring red light like a lighthouse for a moment, then began to drip into a sake cup that was held up to collect the tears.
The jewel stopped crying as it was taken out of the moonlight, and Crab-face raised the cup. "Kanpai!" He cheered, then drank, tossing his head back as he swallowed the elixir. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand, looking triumphant even as he looked like he tasted something bitter. "Tastes like ashes."
Kid just glared back.
The jewel was lofted into the air once more, catching the light and sobbing into the white sake cup. "Snake." Crab-face turned, facing the assassin. "Your reward."
Snake grinned, accepting the cup and shooting the drink back without a word. "Sweet." He commented. "Yet bitter."
Crab-face tilted his head back at that, the sound of his laughter echoing in the courtyard of the large house.
It was abruptly cut off as Crab-faces entire body turned to stone, a statue of a man with his hands on his hips, laughing at the sky in foolish triumph.
"What the-?" Snake froze, then turned towards him, eyes flashing wide for a moment before narrowing. "What did you do?"
He shook his head, the cottony gag in his mouth muffling his protests.
"Liar!" Snake reached for his gun. "It's a tri-"
The sound of falling ash tinkled through the air, followed by his weapon and black clothing falling to the ground with a thud, the sake cup following, striking the ground and shattering into shards.
Kid blinked, his eyes wide at the spectacle. The men holding him shifted, looking around nervously before one of them pitched forward with a muted grunt. The second one turned to see what had it his companion and he struck out, kicking the larger man in the shins in a failed sweep kick.
A muffled thwack followed, the man going down like his partner had and releasing Kid in the process. Not that it did much good, seeing as he was still tied up like a bondage doll.
"Botchama?" Jii's wavery concerned voice asked from above him. He rolled over to see the old man standing there with a lead pipe in one hand.
He grinned, relief surging through him, even as he was embarrassed to have to be saved.
Jii smiled back, relief pouring from his posture as well as he knelt down and removed the gag. "I'm glad to see you well, Botchama." He commented.
"Well as can be." He commented, his mouth feeling dry. "Help me up, would you?"
"Certainly." The older man knelt down, clever fingers, agile for all their age working at the locks. "I am sorry for getting you involved with this." Jii apologised, sounding incredibly remorseful.
"Getting me involved?" He echoed, sitting up as the chains fell away. "What do you mean? I volunteered for this, remember?"
"Not this."
The old man rose, leaving him still bound in the ropes and handcuffs. Kid blinked, hands working automatically at his bindings even as he focused on his mentor and friend. "Jii?"
"It's been so long..." The old man ignored him, looking at the statue that had been Crab-face but not seeing it. "So very long."
"Jii..." The handcuffs fell away.
"I'm so sorry, Botchama." Jii apologised again, bending down to pick up the lead pipe he had sat down to free his hands to unbind the teen. "It is my fault for dragging you into this. For telling your father about the cursed stone Pandora."
Kid was silent, nimble fingers frantically working on the knots that held him fast.
"But I have been waiting for so long... Waiting for Pandora to reappear and take this curse from me. 34 generations have gone by since we first met."
"First met?" He echoed, puzzled.
Jii smiled, one of faded memories. "The legends of Pandora had to start sometime, Botchama. 10,000 years is a long time, is it not? Legends of it existed even then. Such a fool..."
"Jii?"
He was startled when Jii suddenly raised the lead pipe, bringing it down on the Crab-face's stone fist, shattering it in a violent action. The red stone when skittering along the ground, stopping in the soft sand. Kid stared.
"I was the test." Jii said softly. "I lived after drinking a few drops, so they assumed it was safe." A bitter laugh filled the air.
The thief worked faster at the knots, a sense of urgency striking him.
"They drank it. They all drank it. And they all died. Pandora curses many, blesses few. But even her blessings fade. The years pass, and I age but do not die." The white haired man knelt down, picking the glowing jewel up off the wet sand, cradling it in his hand like a priceless treasure. "I'm tired of it. So very very tired of it."
The last of the knots came loose under his fingers, the ropes falling away. Jii looked up and smiled at him, a happy weary expression. "Good bye, Botchama. And thank you for letting this old man finally rest."
"Jii!" He sprang to his feet, reaching out to the old man, too late. Jii brought his hand up, drinking the glowing red tears of the immortal stone. "Jii!"
The hand dropped down, Pandora rolling onto the ground once more, coming to rest on a stepping stone. Jii's face turned peaceful as his eyes slid shut, his body pitching forward. "Keep... your promise."
Jii's face never touched the ground. Butterflies, hundreds, maybe thousands of butterflies erupted from his body, fluttering off into the night sky in a pale graceful maelstrom of tiny wings.
"Jii!" Kid stared in shock, his hand still outstretched as the butterflies danced around him, eventually disappearing into the distance.
His hand dropped back down. "Jii..."
The wind blew past, lifting his white cape and playing with it as the Phantom Thief mourned the passing of the man who had taught him so much about himself and his father. The sounds of the night filled the air, cars on the street, frogs croaking in the pond, an owl hooting softly to himself in the distance.
Finally he moved, his motions slow and deliberate as he picked up the lead pipe Jii had been carrying in one hand. He held it for a moment, feeling the solid weight in his hand before he brought it up above his head for a moment.
With a muffled cry, he brought the lead pipe down on the crying stone with all the force he could muster.
Pandora shattered.
-fin-
Uh... no clue. Know that there are references to a Gargoyles episode in there and Rumiko Takahashi's Mermaid Saga (which is getting re-animated! Looks COOL!!), other than that, just went where the plunnies led.
Jii's been immortal for I think over 400 years... he wouldn't tell us exactly how, just that somone else had been looking for the stone when he was *ahem* younger, and so they used him as a guinea pig, much like Crab-face should have. (don't know his name, but Kid insisted on calling him that. Refer back to the Blue Birthday Episode for face and location)
And we be a runnin' late now me hearties, so off we go in search of pants and catchin' the bus. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
'Course then there bein' the pirates from Once Piece... o_O
And we were be tryin' ta work on the Western AU when a Plunnie from the bonnie lass Jaelle did distract us, and a story of a a completely different kin did fall out.
Botchama = What Jii calls Kaito in 'Kudo vs the Kaitou Kid'. Old term for Son of a Master.
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The Kaitou Kid had failed.
On a more personal level, Kaito had failed.
Failed In finding the Pandora Gem first, Failed from keeping it away from the men in black suits that wanted it, and failed to smash into bits the first time he saw it.
Primarily because he was not only handcuffed, but chained, tied, gagged and restrained by two burly men as the rat faced bastard he had learned the stones existence from laughed and waved it in his face. Snake, the black heart who killed his father merely crossed his arms and grinned smugly.
To say he was pissed off was a massive understatement. Bad enough that they had gotten the stone, AND caught him, but they just had to rub it in his face.
By promising to kill him -after- they had gained the elixir.
It was an age old set up, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
Really, in all honesty, if they were going to kill him, couldn't they just do it and get the dramatics over with? Dramatics were his department, not theirs and he liked to think that he did it with a much greater sense of style.
Alright, so he was bored too. Bored and angry. Not a conductive combination of emotions.
Fortunately, it was about that time that Crab-face decided to shut it with the laughing and get on with the show. Immortality waited for no man after all.
Well, maybe it did, but they certainly weren't getting any younger.
With much pomp Crab-face held the gem up to the full moonlight, his face wide with wonder and delight. The stone flared in his hand, flaring red light like a lighthouse for a moment, then began to drip into a sake cup that was held up to collect the tears.
The jewel stopped crying as it was taken out of the moonlight, and Crab-face raised the cup. "Kanpai!" He cheered, then drank, tossing his head back as he swallowed the elixir. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand, looking triumphant even as he looked like he tasted something bitter. "Tastes like ashes."
Kid just glared back.
The jewel was lofted into the air once more, catching the light and sobbing into the white sake cup. "Snake." Crab-face turned, facing the assassin. "Your reward."
Snake grinned, accepting the cup and shooting the drink back without a word. "Sweet." He commented. "Yet bitter."
Crab-face tilted his head back at that, the sound of his laughter echoing in the courtyard of the large house.
It was abruptly cut off as Crab-faces entire body turned to stone, a statue of a man with his hands on his hips, laughing at the sky in foolish triumph.
"What the-?" Snake froze, then turned towards him, eyes flashing wide for a moment before narrowing. "What did you do?"
He shook his head, the cottony gag in his mouth muffling his protests.
"Liar!" Snake reached for his gun. "It's a tri-"
The sound of falling ash tinkled through the air, followed by his weapon and black clothing falling to the ground with a thud, the sake cup following, striking the ground and shattering into shards.
Kid blinked, his eyes wide at the spectacle. The men holding him shifted, looking around nervously before one of them pitched forward with a muted grunt. The second one turned to see what had it his companion and he struck out, kicking the larger man in the shins in a failed sweep kick.
A muffled thwack followed, the man going down like his partner had and releasing Kid in the process. Not that it did much good, seeing as he was still tied up like a bondage doll.
"Botchama?" Jii's wavery concerned voice asked from above him. He rolled over to see the old man standing there with a lead pipe in one hand.
He grinned, relief surging through him, even as he was embarrassed to have to be saved.
Jii smiled back, relief pouring from his posture as well as he knelt down and removed the gag. "I'm glad to see you well, Botchama." He commented.
"Well as can be." He commented, his mouth feeling dry. "Help me up, would you?"
"Certainly." The older man knelt down, clever fingers, agile for all their age working at the locks. "I am sorry for getting you involved with this." Jii apologised, sounding incredibly remorseful.
"Getting me involved?" He echoed, sitting up as the chains fell away. "What do you mean? I volunteered for this, remember?"
"Not this."
The old man rose, leaving him still bound in the ropes and handcuffs. Kid blinked, hands working automatically at his bindings even as he focused on his mentor and friend. "Jii?"
"It's been so long..." The old man ignored him, looking at the statue that had been Crab-face but not seeing it. "So very long."
"Jii..." The handcuffs fell away.
"I'm so sorry, Botchama." Jii apologised again, bending down to pick up the lead pipe he had sat down to free his hands to unbind the teen. "It is my fault for dragging you into this. For telling your father about the cursed stone Pandora."
Kid was silent, nimble fingers frantically working on the knots that held him fast.
"But I have been waiting for so long... Waiting for Pandora to reappear and take this curse from me. 34 generations have gone by since we first met."
"First met?" He echoed, puzzled.
Jii smiled, one of faded memories. "The legends of Pandora had to start sometime, Botchama. 10,000 years is a long time, is it not? Legends of it existed even then. Such a fool..."
"Jii?"
He was startled when Jii suddenly raised the lead pipe, bringing it down on the Crab-face's stone fist, shattering it in a violent action. The red stone when skittering along the ground, stopping in the soft sand. Kid stared.
"I was the test." Jii said softly. "I lived after drinking a few drops, so they assumed it was safe." A bitter laugh filled the air.
The thief worked faster at the knots, a sense of urgency striking him.
"They drank it. They all drank it. And they all died. Pandora curses many, blesses few. But even her blessings fade. The years pass, and I age but do not die." The white haired man knelt down, picking the glowing jewel up off the wet sand, cradling it in his hand like a priceless treasure. "I'm tired of it. So very very tired of it."
The last of the knots came loose under his fingers, the ropes falling away. Jii looked up and smiled at him, a happy weary expression. "Good bye, Botchama. And thank you for letting this old man finally rest."
"Jii!" He sprang to his feet, reaching out to the old man, too late. Jii brought his hand up, drinking the glowing red tears of the immortal stone. "Jii!"
The hand dropped down, Pandora rolling onto the ground once more, coming to rest on a stepping stone. Jii's face turned peaceful as his eyes slid shut, his body pitching forward. "Keep... your promise."
Jii's face never touched the ground. Butterflies, hundreds, maybe thousands of butterflies erupted from his body, fluttering off into the night sky in a pale graceful maelstrom of tiny wings.
"Jii!" Kid stared in shock, his hand still outstretched as the butterflies danced around him, eventually disappearing into the distance.
His hand dropped back down. "Jii..."
The wind blew past, lifting his white cape and playing with it as the Phantom Thief mourned the passing of the man who had taught him so much about himself and his father. The sounds of the night filled the air, cars on the street, frogs croaking in the pond, an owl hooting softly to himself in the distance.
Finally he moved, his motions slow and deliberate as he picked up the lead pipe Jii had been carrying in one hand. He held it for a moment, feeling the solid weight in his hand before he brought it up above his head for a moment.
With a muffled cry, he brought the lead pipe down on the crying stone with all the force he could muster.
Pandora shattered.
-fin-
Uh... no clue. Know that there are references to a Gargoyles episode in there and Rumiko Takahashi's Mermaid Saga (which is getting re-animated! Looks COOL!!), other than that, just went where the plunnies led.
Jii's been immortal for I think over 400 years... he wouldn't tell us exactly how, just that somone else had been looking for the stone when he was *ahem* younger, and so they used him as a guinea pig, much like Crab-face should have. (don't know his name, but Kid insisted on calling him that. Refer back to the Blue Birthday Episode for face and location)
And we be a runnin' late now me hearties, so off we go in search of pants and catchin' the bus. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
