New, Interesting, and Unusual
Disclaimer: I do not own any Klonoa characters… The others are mine, though.
On a note, I live in New York. Maybe not New York City, but still don't bug me about the way I describe it. I'm purposely making it seem like a bad place to fit this story…
Plus, I realize that this is the second Klonoa fic to relate the Klonoa universe to the human universe. I already asked Aura and she said it was fine.
Prologue: New York City
It was a typical afternoon in the typical city of New York. Seagull squawked loudly over the dirty sea, as if yelling at the humans for making it that way. Car horns honked repeatedly down the busy highways. Old, tall buildings towered over everything.
Formally dressed people strode with pride down the sidewalks. They passed filthy homeless people without one glance. Police cars sped down the roads, their sirens blasting as high as they could.
No one cared.
Everyone walked or drove along with only their personal lives in mind. No one cared for the half-starved man in the alleyway. No one cared for the boy being bullied harshly by older kids. No one cared for the dog that was just hit by a car.
This was New York City.
Someone suddenly made a wolf-whistle. High heels clacked against the cement sidewalks with every elegant step the woman took. Men were eyeing her with perverted interest. She ignored them.
The woman was carrying a suitcase and was in a formal uniform. Her brown hair, probably long when out, was tied up in a knot behind her head. She wore glasses, making her look older than she was. Her appearance was very mature, though she was probably still in her early twenties.
The woman's mind was filled to the brim with that morning's events. She was a newspaper reporter. And she was at risk of losing her job.
She remembered the last words her boss said to her that day: "Find me a new story! No robberies, no car chases, no murders—we've already seen that! The people don't want that anymore. It's not interesting. Find me an unusual, interesting story by the end of the week—or you're fired!!"
The woman sighed. It was Friday. How could she possibly find a story like that in two days?
That night the woman stared outside the window of her apartment. Angry cats yowled below and a man yelled at them to shut up. Something was thrown and the cats shrieked and then were silent. But, after a few moments, then cats were yowling again.
"'Persistent cats refuse to shut up'? No… that's stupid. I'm getting desperate," the woman said quietly. She stood up. "I'm gonna lose my job for sure… How'll I possibly find a new… interesting… unusual story by Sunday? Everything that happens here is the same. The same old robberies; the same old murders; the same old car chases; the same old everything!"
"Hey, shut up!"
The woman looked below her, not sure if the man was yelling at her or the cats again. Something larger was thrown at the garbage cans below and the cats scattered, screeching. The woman sighed and looked up at the starry night sky.
"'Night sky stays beautiful despite constant human pollution'… if only people cared about that."
The woman gripped the windowsill tightly. "Come on… Send me a sign or something!" There was long silence. "Guess I outta start looking in the newspaper for jobs…"
The woman started to turn around, but a light behind her stopped her. She turned back toward her window and looked out. Her eyes widened. Toward the sea were three streaks of light. They looked like shooting stars, or small comets.
One was blue, one was red, and one was orange. They were slowly making their way to the sea below them. The woman suddenly twitched. She almost hit her head on the window as she suddenly turned around and searched for her camera.
When she found it, she ran back to the window and took several pictures. After a moment, the comets reached the water and were suddenly gone. The light dimmed back to the normal dark blue and the sounds of New York City came alive again.
The woman lowered her camera slowly, still staring at where the comets had just been. "That's… certainly… something," she said slowly, still caught in awe. She shook her head, recovering herself. Now it was time to work. She'd think up a story for this if it took her all night!
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At the shore of the sea, black and white waves slapped up faster than usual, as if the sudden event had alarmed them. But they soon calmed down and returned to their normal pace.
One strong wave left a black, sodden figure on the cold sand. It lay, dead or just unconscious, unmoving as the waves pushed ahead of it and back behind it again. In its tightly gripped hand was a large ring. Its emerald gem shone brightly for a moment, but then dimmed and went out.
No one seemed to notice.
Yes, it's short. I know. It's a prologue. The other chapters will be longer.
Anyway, as you can see, this is much deeper and more descriptive than the Wizard of Moo. Obviously. That's a parody and this is an actual story. But this is also much more descriptive than my upcoming fanfic later…
Anyway, don't expect the first chapter until the Wizard of Moo is finished. I just wanted to give you all taste of what I'm working on next.