fanfic D: Still AU
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stalkerbunnyEDIT: Tomorrow morning I'll be going to Animecon for the weekend, and after that I'll go to my relatives summer cottage with my mother and sisters. We'll come back sometime before next friday, but before that I'll have no internet connection. D:
And if you never hear from me again, I was probably eaten by a bear.^__^
Naw, just as long as I don't go walking in the woods alone I'll be quite safe >_>...Kinda boring, since it would be a nice long walk to the cottage otherwise. Alas, bears.
Title: Let's say..."A great battle between the forces of good and evil, just add water part 2 part part 1 --> http://stalkerbunny.livejournal.com/21719.html
Author/Artist: me
Website: http://keraaminenkettu.deviantart.com/
Warnings: AU, very very AU, beware. Names (and in some cases, gender) have been changed to protect the innocent.
Pairing(s): Naah.
Notes: Ehem. I CAN NOT understand these characters. Maybe I'll get better at it by practicing. Also, I might have written toomysteriously incomprehensibly again >///>...
Happens about ten years or so before most of the fic.
Three boys were sloughing in a dark corner, bad intentions written all over them. It had been a cold night, and there were still many hours until morning. Not a bad night, still, and they were just counting the spoils of it, when fast steps disturbed them.
One of the boys whistled low at the figure walking on the main street, under the streetlights.
"Hey, look at that. Walking money."
Another one chuckled a bit, dumping his cigarette into the wall, and taking out his switch knife.
"Yup. Let's take it."
The youngest and shortest of the boys looked closely at their intended victim.
"Let's not." He said grimly. "There's something off about him. Sure, looks like some pampered rich kid...but even them aren't stupid enough to go for a walk here." and he walks like some contract killer, he thought.
The two others grumbled a bit, but eased off anyway. They had already noticed it was usually a good idea to trust Red's hunches, young or not. Besides boss was a scary man, and who knew what he'd do if someone didn't play nice with his son.
Meanwhile the young man continued his journey through the slums, unaware that he'd just avoided an attack. Since he was feeling slightly irate, it was a very good thing for the would-be attackers indeed. Only slightly, mind you.
Opponents who fail to appear when planned hardly deserved more.
He stalked through the worst parts, and got to a slightly better area, where there were a bit more reputable inhabitants, even if most the houses were a bit scruffy. His goal was one of the older, once expensive apartment houses. In the early morning darkness it's faults were barely even visible.
The door to the stairwell had an traditional lock, easy to open with a bit of skill and the suitable tool. The young man smiled a bit, brushing black hair away from his face, as he opened the door and stepped into the stairwell. He stood in the darkness for a while, until his eyes got used to it, and continued up the stairs. The door he was looking for had a self-painted nameplate on it. Julia Monday, and some smaller text under it, far too swirly to read. He frowned at it, and after thinking for a while knocked on the door.
Julia Monday didn't really look surprised as she opened the door. She hadn't even peered from behind the chain, like most people would, when someone knocked on their door at three in the morning. It gave Bran the uncomfortable feeling he had been expected.
"Hello." She said and yawned. There were bags under her eyes, and new lines on her face. Monday sighed, and said resignedly:"I suppose you might as well come in."
When Bran just stood there, she continued, already walking away from the open door.
"I noticed someone was following me. Guess it was you?"
"Yes."
Julia had walked to a small kitchen and was digging around for tee bags, apparently.
"So you know where I live, nothing I can do about it."
"You didn't come to the bus station." Bran said, most decidedly not whining.
"Sorry, couldn't leave." Julia said, shrugging a bit.
"Why?"
She glanced towards a half open door, behind which a faint light was shining.
"Just couldn't."
"Because of that kid? She didn't look that young."
"She's been through a lot. And the only way you're getting to her is...ah, never mind." Julia took the teacup that had been brewing while they spoke, and sipped it. For a moment she had looked slightly...irritated? Dangerous? It was quite strange how he couldn't be sure. Now she merely looked thoughtful.
"I've been thinking." She said, and stepped aside a bit, so the knife Bran had thrown hit the cabinet door with a soft thok. Julia smiled at him and raised a finger to her lips. "Hush, she'll wake up again. And don't look so glum, please."
"What do you think you're doing" Bran asked, not quite knowing what to think of her attitude.
Julia thought about it for a while.
"Negotiating."
"Negotiating." said Bran, very flatly.
"Yes." She answered with a sunny smile.
Some hours later, when a shadowy figure had long since departed from the house, an van painted in the colors of the postal service stopped in front of it. After the three people in it had done their work, both the usual, and a bit of extra, they drove away again.
For a long time it was quiet in the car, until the woman sitting in the front seat said: "A compromise? That doesn't sound very good."
The bearded man who was driving grunted in agreement. "Don't know if we can trust someone like that." He mumbled.
"I wouldn't go that far, I'm sure Monday wouldn't...but she certainly is a bit different."
"Aren't they always?" the one sitting between them noted. "Besides you know SE will just say it's amusing, or something like that."
They thought about that for a while, until there was another row of mailboxes.
"Your turn, said the one in the middle, and nudged her a bit. She opened the door and cringed at the freezing air.
"Sometimes I miss the days when we had some respect, you know?" Said the woman sorrowfully, to the general agreement.
And if you never hear from me again, I was probably eaten by a bear.^__^
Naw, just as long as I don't go walking in the woods alone I'll be quite safe >_>...Kinda boring, since it would be a nice long walk to the cottage otherwise. Alas, bears.
Title: Let's say..."A great battle between the forces of good and evil, just add water part 2 part part 1 --> http://stalkerbunny.livejournal.com/21719.html
Author/Artist: me
Website: http://keraaminenkettu.deviantart.com/
Warnings: AU, very very AU, beware. Names (and in some cases, gender) have been changed to protect the innocent.
Pairing(s): Naah.
Notes: Ehem. I CAN NOT understand these characters. Maybe I'll get better at it by practicing. Also, I might have written too
Happens about ten years or so before most of the fic.
Three boys were sloughing in a dark corner, bad intentions written all over them. It had been a cold night, and there were still many hours until morning. Not a bad night, still, and they were just counting the spoils of it, when fast steps disturbed them.
One of the boys whistled low at the figure walking on the main street, under the streetlights.
"Hey, look at that. Walking money."
Another one chuckled a bit, dumping his cigarette into the wall, and taking out his switch knife.
"Yup. Let's take it."
The youngest and shortest of the boys looked closely at their intended victim.
"Let's not." He said grimly. "There's something off about him. Sure, looks like some pampered rich kid...but even them aren't stupid enough to go for a walk here." and he walks like some contract killer, he thought.
The two others grumbled a bit, but eased off anyway. They had already noticed it was usually a good idea to trust Red's hunches, young or not. Besides boss was a scary man, and who knew what he'd do if someone didn't play nice with his son.
Meanwhile the young man continued his journey through the slums, unaware that he'd just avoided an attack. Since he was feeling slightly irate, it was a very good thing for the would-be attackers indeed. Only slightly, mind you.
Opponents who fail to appear when planned hardly deserved more.
He stalked through the worst parts, and got to a slightly better area, where there were a bit more reputable inhabitants, even if most the houses were a bit scruffy. His goal was one of the older, once expensive apartment houses. In the early morning darkness it's faults were barely even visible.
The door to the stairwell had an traditional lock, easy to open with a bit of skill and the suitable tool. The young man smiled a bit, brushing black hair away from his face, as he opened the door and stepped into the stairwell. He stood in the darkness for a while, until his eyes got used to it, and continued up the stairs. The door he was looking for had a self-painted nameplate on it. Julia Monday, and some smaller text under it, far too swirly to read. He frowned at it, and after thinking for a while knocked on the door.
Julia Monday didn't really look surprised as she opened the door. She hadn't even peered from behind the chain, like most people would, when someone knocked on their door at three in the morning. It gave Bran the uncomfortable feeling he had been expected.
"Hello." She said and yawned. There were bags under her eyes, and new lines on her face. Monday sighed, and said resignedly:"I suppose you might as well come in."
When Bran just stood there, she continued, already walking away from the open door.
"I noticed someone was following me. Guess it was you?"
"Yes."
Julia had walked to a small kitchen and was digging around for tee bags, apparently.
"So you know where I live, nothing I can do about it."
"You didn't come to the bus station." Bran said, most decidedly not whining.
"Sorry, couldn't leave." Julia said, shrugging a bit.
"Why?"
She glanced towards a half open door, behind which a faint light was shining.
"Just couldn't."
"Because of that kid? She didn't look that young."
"She's been through a lot. And the only way you're getting to her is...ah, never mind." Julia took the teacup that had been brewing while they spoke, and sipped it. For a moment she had looked slightly...irritated? Dangerous? It was quite strange how he couldn't be sure. Now she merely looked thoughtful.
"I've been thinking." She said, and stepped aside a bit, so the knife Bran had thrown hit the cabinet door with a soft thok. Julia smiled at him and raised a finger to her lips. "Hush, she'll wake up again. And don't look so glum, please."
"What do you think you're doing" Bran asked, not quite knowing what to think of her attitude.
Julia thought about it for a while.
"Negotiating."
"Negotiating." said Bran, very flatly.
"Yes." She answered with a sunny smile.
Some hours later, when a shadowy figure had long since departed from the house, an van painted in the colors of the postal service stopped in front of it. After the three people in it had done their work, both the usual, and a bit of extra, they drove away again.
For a long time it was quiet in the car, until the woman sitting in the front seat said: "A compromise? That doesn't sound very good."
The bearded man who was driving grunted in agreement. "Don't know if we can trust someone like that." He mumbled.
"I wouldn't go that far, I'm sure Monday wouldn't...but she certainly is a bit different."
"Aren't they always?" the one sitting between them noted. "Besides you know SE will just say it's amusing, or something like that."
They thought about that for a while, until there was another row of mailboxes.
"Your turn, said the one in the middle, and nudged her a bit. She opened the door and cringed at the freezing air.
"Sometimes I miss the days when we had some respect, you know?" Said the woman sorrowfully, to the general agreement.
