Disclaimer We, collectively, do not own DOA... *Samus cries on Fangi's shoulder* It's ok, man... *sniff sniff*
Authors Chibi Fangi and Samus Saran (You may be scared)
AN/ (Fangi) When you come up with a story when playing DOA3... it might come out ok. Just so you know... the first chapter is from Hayabusa's POV... the second will be Hayate... hehe.
(Samus) I like cheese....
Because I am Shinobi.
Chapter One- Beginnings and Thoughts
I was afraid again. I was afraid when that bastard hit me. I had no where to go. No where to hide. Being afraid was an understatement for how I felt when around this man.
Master Koji was the Hayabusa clan Master, and my current stepfather. I hadn't known my father much before he died. But I still carry his memory with me. I even carry his name: Ryu.
Funny, I couldn't remember not being with Master Koji, he was my surroundings and sometimes my life. I say this out of fear for being beaten and starved.
He was the kind of man who wouldn't except failure or defeat. He believed if you didn't succeed, then you weren't worth his time. I know this for a fact.
Today he beat me again, for reasons unknown. I stare blankly down a half filled water basin. My face was bloody from a gash above my right eye. Drops of crimson littered the fresh liquid. I splashed water onto my face and tried to block thoughts of the beating from my mind with little success.
I really didn't understand Master Koji's motives. I was a four year old boy, albeit a smart one. Ever since I was little I had noticed that I was different than the other children in my clan. I rarely played, and I spent all of my time fishing.
I stood straight and sighed. With just enough thought to grab my short fishing pole, I walked towards a lake about a mile from my village. No one tried to stop me, they knew about me. Everyone in the whole village knew that Master Koji beat me, but none of them could do a thing about it.
I touched a hand to the gash on my forehead and noted it had stopped bleeding. I pulled a headband from my pocket and tied it around my head. I didn't want anyone to see the cut.
As I arrived at the lake, I sat down and breathed deeply. Master Koji didn't know where I was when I went fishing. He knew I would go, but not to where. I was safe here. So many thoughts plagued me that I thought my head would explode.
It was early June, my birthday was about two weeks away. It had been almost three years since my father died and I had come to live with Master Koji. I fought tears as I cast the line into the water.
I remembered a time, just before my father died, that he brought me out here to fish. I was only two at the time.
I stood tall, trying to peek over the bank into the lake. My unruly brown hair fell forward into my eyes and I impatiently brushed it back. I heard a gentle laugh from beside me and looked up. There my father stood, proud and tall. Dressed in traditional shinobi attire, he seemed like a tree to me. I smiled at him.
"Daddy, can I try?" I had begged, watching my father cast the line into the water. He smiled down at me and handed me the pole. I was so proud to be there with him. I stepped forward a bit, still not getting a good view from where I was. The dirt under my feet gave way and I slipped. I fell into the water, that though it was only four feet deep I was unable to swim. All I knew was terror and a wet feeling. Suddenly a strong arm pulled me up and I was cradled against a strong chest. "Are you alright, my son?" my father asked.
"I'm a little wet, but I think I'm ok." I coughed. My father smiled slightly and climbed the bank. As we headed back towards the village, I felt safe.
Pulling me back from the memory was a loud splashing sound. Suddenly the line jerked and I pulled hard. I must have caught the biggest fish in the whole lake! I struggled to pull it up, pulling as hard as I could. This fish must be big enough to feed to whole village!
But to my dismay, I hadn't caught a fish. I had caught a boy that was about my age. He had red/brown hair that was now quite wet and dripping. His eyes were a deep hazel and he was sputtering. I looked solemnly at him, realizing he must have fallen in. There went any chance of catching anything today. I sighed and helped him back onto the bank.
"What are you doing here?" I ventured. He coughed up a considerable amount of water before he could answer.
"Um, running?" he tried. I looked at him funny. He glanced around and seemed to realize something, turning to run off. "Bye! Oh, and thanks!" he called over his shoulder.
"Strange, very strange." I commented. I groaned as I realized that I would get no fishing done today. I headed for home.
As I stepped onto the front porch, I forced every step. I really didn't want to enter the house, but if Master Koji saw me hesitate I would be beat. I closed my eyes and pushed the door open.
"Where were you?" I heard a harsh voice demand. I cringed. Glancing up I saw Master Koji standing over me.
"I went fishing." I explained, afraid to lie.
"And you brought nothing back?" he asked carefully. I shook my head.
"No." I finally answered. He nodded slightly.
"So you failed. I see." he told. I closed my eyes. I knew what would happen next, and wasn't surprised when pain erupted across my chest. I fell to the ground, hoarsely coughing. It hurt so badly that I felt tears escape. He stood over me, and I feared he wasn't done. "Maybe next time you won't fail." he commented and walked away.
When I finally pulled myself off of the ground, I went to my small room and sat on the futon on the floor.
What had I done this time? Failed, that was it. I lost track after awhile. With a deep sigh I laid down. I could barely breath. His beatings were starting to get more violent. I wondered when the day he would kill me would be. How old would I be when I died? I doubted I would see my thirteenth birthday at this rate.
Slowly I drifted to sleep.
In the morning I woke to the first bird calls, just before dawn. I climbed groggily from my bed and proceeded into the courtyard, clay jar under my arm. I was barely thinking, but this morning routine took over as I walked around. I gathered some water from the stream that ran through the village and returned to the courtyard.
Just before I emptied the basin, I realized it was still the water from yesterday. The blood had disappeared into the water. I cocked my head to the side. Was I like the blood? Was I just going to disappear into the night, never to be known of or to be remembered? It was a deep thought. I shook my head and threw the water aside, filling the basin with fresh. I quickly washed up, emptying the basin again and filling it for Master Koji.
I hurried to Miss Sayaka's house. She was a nice woman, much older than me. She was twenty-three and not yet married. She always prepared fresh bread in the morning and I went over to see her often. The morning was the only time of the day I really had an excuse.
"Good morning, Sayaka!" I called happily, running up to her. She turned, her dark hair tied back blowing in the breeze. She smiled as I approached.
"Good morning to you as well, Ryu. How are you this morning?" she asked, lying her broom against the front wall of her house. Her gardens were always well tended, as was her appearance. She was almost like what I expected my mother was like before she died.
"I am fine." I answered. She glanced sideways and saw the headband that still adorned my head.
"Really? Did he hurt you again?" she asked shyly. I cringed. I knew I couldn't lie to her though.
"Yes." I answered. She knelt next to me and slid the headband off. She gasped slightly and gently touched the gash. Even her gentle touch hurt.
"Come in here, Ryu. I'll see to that cut." she spoke, taking my hand and leading me into the house. She told me to sit at the table and wet a rag. It only took her a moment to clean the gash and place a clean white headband there. She had also used an herbal mixture for the pain. "Does that help any?" she asked. I nodded and thanked her. I stood and bowed.
"I had better hurry back, or Master Koji will be angry." I told her and she nodded sadly. She handed me a parcel wrapped in a white cloth and told me to hurry back.
When I arrived back home, I was relieved to see Master Koji still washing up for breakfast. I rushed in to the low table and set it with the fresh bread, some fruit, and some rice. I noted a sweet at the bottom of the parcel, knowing Sayaka had meant it for me. I quickly ate it and sat at my place.
When Master Koji entered, I bowed. He sat down and dug into the bowl of rice greedily. I sat quietly and nibbled on a piece of fruit. I didn't dare look up, or do anything for that matter. The master would tell me to speak if he wanted to hear me.
After I had finished my meal, I made no hast to run to Sayaka. She was in essence my second mother.
I had arrived quickly at her house, and was not surprised to see her tending to her garden. I gingerly made a move close to her, cautiously stepping over her full bloom flowers.
"Hello again, Sayaka!" I greeted, planting a large smile on my face. I watched her face brighten as she waved.
"Hello Ryu." Her smile faded a little. "All is well I take it?" She arose from her geranium and kudzu patches. She dusted herself off for a brief moment before approaching me.
"Yes." I sighed. It wasn't a lie. All was well, for now.
"Look! I have a gift for you Ryu!" Her smile lengthened as she turned her back to me. I watched anxiously as she bent over to her many flower pots.
"Ah." She inquired, selecting a small flower pot. She handed the item to me, exposing a pot of kudzu. I could feel a grin cross my face.
"Thank you, Sayaka-sama!" I giddily began to laugh, hugging to planter to my chest. I looked at the small green plant, running the tip of my index finger along its emerald edges. I could hear Sayaka lightly chuckle at my expense.
My smile faltered slightly when I asked, "Where should I plant it?"
Sayaka sighed and thought for a moment. "Somewhere special."
"Special?" I was confused. I really didn't have any where special. My home was far from special and Master Koji woudn't approve of such decorations.
"A place where you like to go. Say, the place where you fish?" Ah, Sayaka was sly. She had a remarkable way of persuasion and always had a plan.
I stared down at the plant for a moment. "Yes. Thank you Sayaka-sama." I bid my farewell and left for the pond.
Upon arriving, I looked for a place close to the pond waters, so it would get water when I wasn't around. I had found a spot close to the little gravel clearing, which was my usual spot to camp out and cook fish. Quickly, I disposed of the ceramic pot, and only took a moment to admire the small plant.
I dug a small hole a few inches away from the pond banks, careful as to not drown the plant. I placed the little plant in the hole and carefully covered the roots with fresh soil. With a small smile, I stood. I admired my work as I turned to go. I didn't have time to sit around now, but I would be back.
"Don't worry, little guy." I told the small kudzu. "I'll be back when I can!" I promised just before running off.
AN/ (Samus) *hides* No one hurt me? I'm surprised...
(Fangi) I'm surprised too.... where are all the Ryu supporters who want to kill Master Koji about now.
(Samus) *holds up white flag* Peace? I don't want mugged...
Authors Chibi Fangi and Samus Saran (You may be scared)
AN/ (Fangi) When you come up with a story when playing DOA3... it might come out ok. Just so you know... the first chapter is from Hayabusa's POV... the second will be Hayate... hehe.
(Samus) I like cheese....
Because I am Shinobi.
Chapter One- Beginnings and Thoughts
I was afraid again. I was afraid when that bastard hit me. I had no where to go. No where to hide. Being afraid was an understatement for how I felt when around this man.
Master Koji was the Hayabusa clan Master, and my current stepfather. I hadn't known my father much before he died. But I still carry his memory with me. I even carry his name: Ryu.
Funny, I couldn't remember not being with Master Koji, he was my surroundings and sometimes my life. I say this out of fear for being beaten and starved.
He was the kind of man who wouldn't except failure or defeat. He believed if you didn't succeed, then you weren't worth his time. I know this for a fact.
Today he beat me again, for reasons unknown. I stare blankly down a half filled water basin. My face was bloody from a gash above my right eye. Drops of crimson littered the fresh liquid. I splashed water onto my face and tried to block thoughts of the beating from my mind with little success.
I really didn't understand Master Koji's motives. I was a four year old boy, albeit a smart one. Ever since I was little I had noticed that I was different than the other children in my clan. I rarely played, and I spent all of my time fishing.
I stood straight and sighed. With just enough thought to grab my short fishing pole, I walked towards a lake about a mile from my village. No one tried to stop me, they knew about me. Everyone in the whole village knew that Master Koji beat me, but none of them could do a thing about it.
I touched a hand to the gash on my forehead and noted it had stopped bleeding. I pulled a headband from my pocket and tied it around my head. I didn't want anyone to see the cut.
As I arrived at the lake, I sat down and breathed deeply. Master Koji didn't know where I was when I went fishing. He knew I would go, but not to where. I was safe here. So many thoughts plagued me that I thought my head would explode.
It was early June, my birthday was about two weeks away. It had been almost three years since my father died and I had come to live with Master Koji. I fought tears as I cast the line into the water.
I remembered a time, just before my father died, that he brought me out here to fish. I was only two at the time.
I stood tall, trying to peek over the bank into the lake. My unruly brown hair fell forward into my eyes and I impatiently brushed it back. I heard a gentle laugh from beside me and looked up. There my father stood, proud and tall. Dressed in traditional shinobi attire, he seemed like a tree to me. I smiled at him.
"Daddy, can I try?" I had begged, watching my father cast the line into the water. He smiled down at me and handed me the pole. I was so proud to be there with him. I stepped forward a bit, still not getting a good view from where I was. The dirt under my feet gave way and I slipped. I fell into the water, that though it was only four feet deep I was unable to swim. All I knew was terror and a wet feeling. Suddenly a strong arm pulled me up and I was cradled against a strong chest. "Are you alright, my son?" my father asked.
"I'm a little wet, but I think I'm ok." I coughed. My father smiled slightly and climbed the bank. As we headed back towards the village, I felt safe.
Pulling me back from the memory was a loud splashing sound. Suddenly the line jerked and I pulled hard. I must have caught the biggest fish in the whole lake! I struggled to pull it up, pulling as hard as I could. This fish must be big enough to feed to whole village!
But to my dismay, I hadn't caught a fish. I had caught a boy that was about my age. He had red/brown hair that was now quite wet and dripping. His eyes were a deep hazel and he was sputtering. I looked solemnly at him, realizing he must have fallen in. There went any chance of catching anything today. I sighed and helped him back onto the bank.
"What are you doing here?" I ventured. He coughed up a considerable amount of water before he could answer.
"Um, running?" he tried. I looked at him funny. He glanced around and seemed to realize something, turning to run off. "Bye! Oh, and thanks!" he called over his shoulder.
"Strange, very strange." I commented. I groaned as I realized that I would get no fishing done today. I headed for home.
As I stepped onto the front porch, I forced every step. I really didn't want to enter the house, but if Master Koji saw me hesitate I would be beat. I closed my eyes and pushed the door open.
"Where were you?" I heard a harsh voice demand. I cringed. Glancing up I saw Master Koji standing over me.
"I went fishing." I explained, afraid to lie.
"And you brought nothing back?" he asked carefully. I shook my head.
"No." I finally answered. He nodded slightly.
"So you failed. I see." he told. I closed my eyes. I knew what would happen next, and wasn't surprised when pain erupted across my chest. I fell to the ground, hoarsely coughing. It hurt so badly that I felt tears escape. He stood over me, and I feared he wasn't done. "Maybe next time you won't fail." he commented and walked away.
When I finally pulled myself off of the ground, I went to my small room and sat on the futon on the floor.
What had I done this time? Failed, that was it. I lost track after awhile. With a deep sigh I laid down. I could barely breath. His beatings were starting to get more violent. I wondered when the day he would kill me would be. How old would I be when I died? I doubted I would see my thirteenth birthday at this rate.
Slowly I drifted to sleep.
In the morning I woke to the first bird calls, just before dawn. I climbed groggily from my bed and proceeded into the courtyard, clay jar under my arm. I was barely thinking, but this morning routine took over as I walked around. I gathered some water from the stream that ran through the village and returned to the courtyard.
Just before I emptied the basin, I realized it was still the water from yesterday. The blood had disappeared into the water. I cocked my head to the side. Was I like the blood? Was I just going to disappear into the night, never to be known of or to be remembered? It was a deep thought. I shook my head and threw the water aside, filling the basin with fresh. I quickly washed up, emptying the basin again and filling it for Master Koji.
I hurried to Miss Sayaka's house. She was a nice woman, much older than me. She was twenty-three and not yet married. She always prepared fresh bread in the morning and I went over to see her often. The morning was the only time of the day I really had an excuse.
"Good morning, Sayaka!" I called happily, running up to her. She turned, her dark hair tied back blowing in the breeze. She smiled as I approached.
"Good morning to you as well, Ryu. How are you this morning?" she asked, lying her broom against the front wall of her house. Her gardens were always well tended, as was her appearance. She was almost like what I expected my mother was like before she died.
"I am fine." I answered. She glanced sideways and saw the headband that still adorned my head.
"Really? Did he hurt you again?" she asked shyly. I cringed. I knew I couldn't lie to her though.
"Yes." I answered. She knelt next to me and slid the headband off. She gasped slightly and gently touched the gash. Even her gentle touch hurt.
"Come in here, Ryu. I'll see to that cut." she spoke, taking my hand and leading me into the house. She told me to sit at the table and wet a rag. It only took her a moment to clean the gash and place a clean white headband there. She had also used an herbal mixture for the pain. "Does that help any?" she asked. I nodded and thanked her. I stood and bowed.
"I had better hurry back, or Master Koji will be angry." I told her and she nodded sadly. She handed me a parcel wrapped in a white cloth and told me to hurry back.
When I arrived back home, I was relieved to see Master Koji still washing up for breakfast. I rushed in to the low table and set it with the fresh bread, some fruit, and some rice. I noted a sweet at the bottom of the parcel, knowing Sayaka had meant it for me. I quickly ate it and sat at my place.
When Master Koji entered, I bowed. He sat down and dug into the bowl of rice greedily. I sat quietly and nibbled on a piece of fruit. I didn't dare look up, or do anything for that matter. The master would tell me to speak if he wanted to hear me.
After I had finished my meal, I made no hast to run to Sayaka. She was in essence my second mother.
I had arrived quickly at her house, and was not surprised to see her tending to her garden. I gingerly made a move close to her, cautiously stepping over her full bloom flowers.
"Hello again, Sayaka!" I greeted, planting a large smile on my face. I watched her face brighten as she waved.
"Hello Ryu." Her smile faded a little. "All is well I take it?" She arose from her geranium and kudzu patches. She dusted herself off for a brief moment before approaching me.
"Yes." I sighed. It wasn't a lie. All was well, for now.
"Look! I have a gift for you Ryu!" Her smile lengthened as she turned her back to me. I watched anxiously as she bent over to her many flower pots.
"Ah." She inquired, selecting a small flower pot. She handed the item to me, exposing a pot of kudzu. I could feel a grin cross my face.
"Thank you, Sayaka-sama!" I giddily began to laugh, hugging to planter to my chest. I looked at the small green plant, running the tip of my index finger along its emerald edges. I could hear Sayaka lightly chuckle at my expense.
My smile faltered slightly when I asked, "Where should I plant it?"
Sayaka sighed and thought for a moment. "Somewhere special."
"Special?" I was confused. I really didn't have any where special. My home was far from special and Master Koji woudn't approve of such decorations.
"A place where you like to go. Say, the place where you fish?" Ah, Sayaka was sly. She had a remarkable way of persuasion and always had a plan.
I stared down at the plant for a moment. "Yes. Thank you Sayaka-sama." I bid my farewell and left for the pond.
Upon arriving, I looked for a place close to the pond waters, so it would get water when I wasn't around. I had found a spot close to the little gravel clearing, which was my usual spot to camp out and cook fish. Quickly, I disposed of the ceramic pot, and only took a moment to admire the small plant.
I dug a small hole a few inches away from the pond banks, careful as to not drown the plant. I placed the little plant in the hole and carefully covered the roots with fresh soil. With a small smile, I stood. I admired my work as I turned to go. I didn't have time to sit around now, but I would be back.
"Don't worry, little guy." I told the small kudzu. "I'll be back when I can!" I promised just before running off.
AN/ (Samus) *hides* No one hurt me? I'm surprised...
(Fangi) I'm surprised too.... where are all the Ryu supporters who want to kill Master Koji about now.
(Samus) *holds up white flag* Peace? I don't want mugged...