Kubo and the Wrath from the Stars

Hey guys so this will be my first Kubo fanfiction. I REALLY loved the movie and I feel sad it didn't make as much money as it should've, but hopefully if you guys spread the word it will do well on dvd. And I also encourage fellow fans to make more fanart, fanfiction, even crossovers so that Kubo's story can live on through us,(especially since the studio Laika doesn't do sequels)

But enough nerd rambling, on with the story. This takes place 1 year after the movie. NOTE: Kubo and The Two Strings belongs to LAIKA studios and any characters/monsters from Japanese folklore belong to the Japanese culture. I only own O.C's. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

A lone boy hurried through the forest, filling the trees with the sound of crunching leaves. He took a turn down another path, the sound of leaves crunching behind him told him his pursuers were close behind.

''Oh no, I gotta lose them.'' He said to himself. As he kept running he at the same time scanned his surroundings, looking for any place he could hide that wasn't revealed by the Moon's light. Finally he saw a fork in the road, 2 separate paths and several large rocks bundles close together.

''That should do it''. He immediately ducked under the rocks, flattening his body as much as he could into the dirt. Two figures came to the fork, putting their hands on their knees while panting. After a few seconds they straightened up and scanned the strees and bushes.

While his lungs begged for big gulps of breath, the boy could only take in small whiffs through his nose so as to not give away his position.

''Where is the brat?'' One of the men said looking at cluster of bushes. He was tall, with a slim but still muscular build and wore a simple yellow peasants tunic with pants. His hair came down to his cheeks. The other was older and shorter, with a more broad build, his hair in a bun and his outfit the same as his companions, but his tunic had the sleeves torn off.

''I don't know, but for a runt he's fast.'' The boy still hiding recoiled at the word runt. Why did people have to keep calling him that?

''Well there's two paths here. That one leads to a village'' The short man said pointing to the left path. The boy perked up at this. He now knew where to go.

''Perhaps we should split up, cover more ground since the brat could've gone either way.'' The tall man said.

''You're probably right.'' The other replied. The boy cursed to himself, trying to think of what to do. Looking down at his hands, he saw they were on top of some pebbles, and that gave him an idea.

While both men had their backs turned, he grabbed a handful and threw them in a the direction of the right side path. The two men's eye's shot over to that path.

''There's the brat! Get him!'' The two men raced down the path further into the woods. Once they were gone, the boy sighed and got up, and hurriedly walked down the left, a feeling of relief washing over him. But he didn't dare let his guard down.

It was a cold night, and the boy shivered, hugging himself as the wind blew through the trees. Slinging his bag onto his other shoulder, he looked ahead and saw the path lead to a river.

''Finally something goes right,'' The boy thought to himself as he went over to the water. Kneeling on both knees he cupped his hands, reached down and scooped up the cool liquid. He sipped slowly, savoring the numbing feeling the water had on his throat which was burned from running.

After taking another drink, he stood up and saw that the path led to a circle of dirt by the river. Going down the path, he saw that in the circle were several stone slabs, with some near the trees around the center ones. ''If this is here, a village must be closeby.'' He then got up and headed over.

Kubo was kneeling at his parents grave, his hands pressed together. ''And Kameyo said that was her favorite part of the story too. But that's not all''. He said sheepishly, ''Grandfather had to make a new ointment, because I was in a little accident. Let's just say that papercuts are more painful in certain places than others. It's getting late, Grandfather will be expecting me. I love you both.'' He stood up, bowed, and then picked up his shamisen.

As he began walking towards the path back to the village, he heard a twig snap behind him and turned around. A few feet behind him was a boy about his age, his hair was short, he wore a peasant tunic and pants, but it was dirty and had some tears. Startled, Kubo grabbed his shamisen and pick but the other boy put his bands up, ''No wait please, I mean you know harm.''

Kubo, relaxing slightly hesitantly slung the instrument back over his shoulder. ''You startled me.''

''I'm sorry. I'm just cold, tired.'' The boy's stomach growled. ''And hungry. Is there a village nearby?'' Kubo nodded. ''You don't look well. Perhaps it would be best if you stayed with me for the night. I'm sure Grandfather wouldn't mind.''

The boy perked up at this. ''Really? I don't want to be any trouble.''

Kubo smiled. ''You won't been hopefully.'' The two boys chuckled and headed down the path towards town.

''What is your name?'' Kubo asked.

''Daisuke. Yours?''

''Kubo.''

That's when Daisuke noticed the eyepatch Kubo was wearing. ''What happened to your eye, if you don't mind me asking.''

Kubo seemed a bit surprised by the question, and for a moment Daisuke thought maybe he picked an insensitive topic.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-''

''It's ok.'' Kubo said. It's a long story. I wear this because long ago I lost my eye. But I can tell you that it really is the least of it...''