Post by Sadie on Dec 6, 2009 14:05:56 GMT -5
A little story I wrote for Jas after we had a conversation about Tala and Masurao and their quirks. XD She wanted me to write it, so I did, and here it is!
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The usually stern footsteps were quiet through the hallways as the dark figure turned around for many the fifth time to make sure that no one was following him. Affirming that he was indeed alone, the small form turned and continued walking, his movements only barely making noise in the emptiness.
He wanted to be alone as he went out for a snack of galactic fruits or berries; no way was he going to let anyone see him eat an entire bushel. And he definitely didn’t want to take the time to explain himself, so it was better just to make sure that when he went outside, he was positively, absolutely alone.
In a dark hallway in front of him, orange eyes narrowed into anxious slits as they listened to the quiet padding of feet become closer and closer. Like a predator stalking its prey, the eyes watched silently as the figure strode by, waiting for the opportune moment when the victim would be the most unsuspecting of any approach.
A leap, a soar, a tackle. “GOT YOU!” Arms wrapped around the neck of the figure as the green-headed alien latched onto his back.
The bodyguard stiffened as though he had been attacked and suddenly firm hands gripped Tala’s wrist. She felt herself being hurled through the air, over his shoulder, and suddenly, with a sickening thud, she felt her body connect with the strong floor and a shock of pain rip through her body. A cry of surprise and terror became only a breath of startled air as her lungs quickly lost any grip she had on her breath, and her vision fuzzed for a moment before focusing on Masurao’s horrified face.
“What are you. . . what did you. . . Tala!” The girl cringed, knowing that she was really in trouble when he used her name. The action sent another wave of pain into her limbs, and the girl found that it hurt her to try to sit up. “You can’t sneak up on me like that!” The firm, emotionless voice was filled with shock and horror. It seemed to imply silently that she had been an idiot because of her actions, and Tala frowned slightly, delirious as the pain reached her head.
“I was just. . . huggin’ youuu.” The words came out slurred slightly as the world fuzzed again. Blast, he was strong. Inwardly, she cursed his combat training.
The boy frowned and looked away, obviously displeased by her actions. When he spoke again, his voice was gruff, which didn’t surprise her. But his words did. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.” A sigh, which probably meant that he’d rather be doing something else, but suddenly she was being lifted through the air and placed on his back, with her arms wrapped around his neck. He began to walk back the way he had come, silently and sternly, and Tala let her head fall onto his shoulder.
They walked this way for several minutes before Tala let out a soft, slurred laughter. “Hahaaaa. . . we’re kinda huggin’ now, Masurao. We’re huggin’.”
“This is not a hug.” His words were clipped, displeased, but it didn’t put the disoriented girl off whatsoever.
“But this is a huuug.” Another soft laugh, and her head slumped lower onto his thick frame. “Since you never let me hug you. . . s’good. Yeah. A hug.”
Deciding not to argue with her, the boy carried her all the way to the infirmary, ignoring her occasional comments that made no sense. He was starting to think that she had hit her head a little harder than he’d originally thought, but as long as she was still talking and alert, that was a good sign.
He set her on a table and supported her until she could sit up by herself, and then she laughed again, head flopping to the side. “That was fun. Can weeee do it again, sometime?”
“No.” If only to shut her up, the boy rolled his eyes and went to go find the nurse. When he found none, he came back, only to find the girl floating a few feet off of the table and laughing unsteadily. Grimacing, he pulled her back onto the table, and she frowned at him for having grounded her when she was so obviously having fun. “Can’t you sit still?”
“Can’t you ever smile or ‘nythin’?” The girl looked unsettled as she used her hands to steady herself, leaning back on them. Masurao checked her eyes for anything that wasn’t normal, but finding nothing, he relaxed, no longer worried about her health. Just her sanity.
“Just sit here until your head’s alright again,” he muttered, again checking her for injuries. “And don’t ever do that again. I don’t want to have to bury you and write ‘death by hugging’ on your tombstone.”
“Heeeeehee.” A large yellow-toothed smile overtook her entire face. “You made a joke. . . that was funny. You just made a joke.”
“Rest.” His order seemed final, and grimacing, Tala slowly lowered herself to the side and let her head rest on the counter.
“You’re bossy.” Her nose wrinkled even as she obeyed, curling up into a ball in the example of her older brother and resting her head on her arms. The orange caverns of her eyes accused him gently, but they lost their steel edge when she was finally at rest, and she appeared to be almost peaceful. “Why’re you so. . . cruddin’ bossy?”
The boy looked at her silently and then his glanced flashed away, and he decided that she would be fine without his presence. It appeared that she wanted to sleep, anyway. “Just. . . don’t get hurt again, okay?” His voice was firm, and with a glance over his shoulder, he left.
The girl in the infirmary murmured a soft affirmation, even though he was gone, and, letting her eyes close, she allowed sleep to wash over her like a wave.
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The usually stern footsteps were quiet through the hallways as the dark figure turned around for many the fifth time to make sure that no one was following him. Affirming that he was indeed alone, the small form turned and continued walking, his movements only barely making noise in the emptiness.
He wanted to be alone as he went out for a snack of galactic fruits or berries; no way was he going to let anyone see him eat an entire bushel. And he definitely didn’t want to take the time to explain himself, so it was better just to make sure that when he went outside, he was positively, absolutely alone.
In a dark hallway in front of him, orange eyes narrowed into anxious slits as they listened to the quiet padding of feet become closer and closer. Like a predator stalking its prey, the eyes watched silently as the figure strode by, waiting for the opportune moment when the victim would be the most unsuspecting of any approach.
A leap, a soar, a tackle. “GOT YOU!” Arms wrapped around the neck of the figure as the green-headed alien latched onto his back.
The bodyguard stiffened as though he had been attacked and suddenly firm hands gripped Tala’s wrist. She felt herself being hurled through the air, over his shoulder, and suddenly, with a sickening thud, she felt her body connect with the strong floor and a shock of pain rip through her body. A cry of surprise and terror became only a breath of startled air as her lungs quickly lost any grip she had on her breath, and her vision fuzzed for a moment before focusing on Masurao’s horrified face.
“What are you. . . what did you. . . Tala!” The girl cringed, knowing that she was really in trouble when he used her name. The action sent another wave of pain into her limbs, and the girl found that it hurt her to try to sit up. “You can’t sneak up on me like that!” The firm, emotionless voice was filled with shock and horror. It seemed to imply silently that she had been an idiot because of her actions, and Tala frowned slightly, delirious as the pain reached her head.
“I was just. . . huggin’ youuu.” The words came out slurred slightly as the world fuzzed again. Blast, he was strong. Inwardly, she cursed his combat training.
The boy frowned and looked away, obviously displeased by her actions. When he spoke again, his voice was gruff, which didn’t surprise her. But his words did. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.” A sigh, which probably meant that he’d rather be doing something else, but suddenly she was being lifted through the air and placed on his back, with her arms wrapped around his neck. He began to walk back the way he had come, silently and sternly, and Tala let her head fall onto his shoulder.
They walked this way for several minutes before Tala let out a soft, slurred laughter. “Hahaaaa. . . we’re kinda huggin’ now, Masurao. We’re huggin’.”
“This is not a hug.” His words were clipped, displeased, but it didn’t put the disoriented girl off whatsoever.
“But this is a huuug.” Another soft laugh, and her head slumped lower onto his thick frame. “Since you never let me hug you. . . s’good. Yeah. A hug.”
Deciding not to argue with her, the boy carried her all the way to the infirmary, ignoring her occasional comments that made no sense. He was starting to think that she had hit her head a little harder than he’d originally thought, but as long as she was still talking and alert, that was a good sign.
He set her on a table and supported her until she could sit up by herself, and then she laughed again, head flopping to the side. “That was fun. Can weeee do it again, sometime?”
“No.” If only to shut her up, the boy rolled his eyes and went to go find the nurse. When he found none, he came back, only to find the girl floating a few feet off of the table and laughing unsteadily. Grimacing, he pulled her back onto the table, and she frowned at him for having grounded her when she was so obviously having fun. “Can’t you sit still?”
“Can’t you ever smile or ‘nythin’?” The girl looked unsettled as she used her hands to steady herself, leaning back on them. Masurao checked her eyes for anything that wasn’t normal, but finding nothing, he relaxed, no longer worried about her health. Just her sanity.
“Just sit here until your head’s alright again,” he muttered, again checking her for injuries. “And don’t ever do that again. I don’t want to have to bury you and write ‘death by hugging’ on your tombstone.”
“Heeeeehee.” A large yellow-toothed smile overtook her entire face. “You made a joke. . . that was funny. You just made a joke.”
“Rest.” His order seemed final, and grimacing, Tala slowly lowered herself to the side and let her head rest on the counter.
“You’re bossy.” Her nose wrinkled even as she obeyed, curling up into a ball in the example of her older brother and resting her head on her arms. The orange caverns of her eyes accused him gently, but they lost their steel edge when she was finally at rest, and she appeared to be almost peaceful. “Why’re you so. . . cruddin’ bossy?”
The boy looked at her silently and then his glanced flashed away, and he decided that she would be fine without his presence. It appeared that she wanted to sleep, anyway. “Just. . . don’t get hurt again, okay?” His voice was firm, and with a glance over his shoulder, he left.
The girl in the infirmary murmured a soft affirmation, even though he was gone, and, letting her eyes close, she allowed sleep to wash over her like a wave.
Poor Tala, I hope she feels better after a nap. ^^ Though it was nice of Masurao to carry her to the infirmary... 
