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shadowsong26) wrote2009-05-13 04:01 pm
shadowsong26) wrote2009-05-13 04:01 pm
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buried child update ^^
Title: Buried Child
Rating: M
Genre: General
Summary: Four years after his village is destroyed, Jet begins to make a new family.
Warning: There will be fairly graphic content later in this story.
When Jet woke the next morning, Lee was already up. He was crouched on the other side of the clearing, staring intently at something. Before the older boy could ask what he was doing, he moved, very fast, swinging a sling around somewhat clumsily and throwing a rock into the underbrush. Judging by the way he slumped, he'd missed his intended target.
"Morning," Jet said. Lee jumped and turned to face him, still somewhat wary. "What were you trying for?"
"D-dunno what it was," he rasped. "Some kind of r-rodent?"
The older boy nodded. "Well, I have food." He didn't have much, but he could steal or beg some much more easily than Lee could hunt with his sling.
Lee bit his lip, hesitating a minute, then started coughing again. Jet frowned, trying to remember if he'd sounded better or worse the night before. "You want some?" he finally asked, when the lack of talking began to get awkward.
Before he could stop himself, Lee nodded eagerly, then flushed and ducked his head. Jet grinned at him and dug in his bag for the bread he'd stolen a couple days ago. It was a little hard, given the time and the cold, but it was still good. He broke off a chunk and tossed it to the younger boy, who unwrapped his hands from their makeshift gloves and tore into it. Still grinning, Jet munched on his own share. Fire-eyes or not, he wanted to keep this kid. He was sure about that now. He decided to let the younger boy finish his breakfast before asking, dug out a bowl from his bag, and started melting snow. They'd need water. Everyone needed water. Even firespawn.
The kid finished quickly, and Jet gave him another two minutes before talking. "Listen, Lee," he finally said, then waited for the other boy to look up. "You wanna stick together for a while? I mean, it's not easy being alone. And I could show you how to get food and stuff."
Something unreadable flashed across Lee's face, and he looked away, staring down into the fire. "D-don't think that's a good idea," he replied.
"How come?"
Lee was silent for a long minute, then started coughing again. Jet passed him some of the water. When he caught his breath, he said, "I did a b-bad thing. Th-they're hunting me."
What kind of bad thing could a half-starved half-frozen half-breed eleven-year-old do? Jet thought. "That's okay. I can handle myself." He grinned, indicating his swords. So I'm not that good with them yet. Big deal. The kid's just overreacting to something he did, probably never misbehaved until then and now he thinks the world's out to get him. Probably whoever caught him overreacted, too, 'cause he's half. People do that. It's stupid. Just 'cause someone's father was swine doesn't mean that that someone is, too.
Lee blinked at him. "B-but..."
"Look, whoever's chasing you? I'll protect you from them, long as we run together. Okay? Okay."
Lee still looked a little unsure, but he dropped his eyes and nodded. "Okay."
Jet grinned at the younger boy, pleased with himself. If other kids are this easy, I'll be able to put together a whole army. An army or kids who've been hurt by the Firenation. We can fight back. For real.
Lee had started coughing again, and Jet's grin slipped a bit. First I have to get him shoes and better clothes. An army is no good if half of it is sick. "C'mon," he said out loud, standing up and offering the younger boy his hand. "We need more bread. I'll show you how to get it."
The younger boy didn't take his hand. But he didn't hesitate, either. Jet sighed, put out the campfire, and started them off toward the nearest town.
Rating: M
Genre: General
Summary: Four years after his village is destroyed, Jet begins to make a new family.
Warning: There will be fairly graphic content later in this story.
When Jet woke the next morning, Lee was already up. He was crouched on the other side of the clearing, staring intently at something. Before the older boy could ask what he was doing, he moved, very fast, swinging a sling around somewhat clumsily and throwing a rock into the underbrush. Judging by the way he slumped, he'd missed his intended target.
"Morning," Jet said. Lee jumped and turned to face him, still somewhat wary. "What were you trying for?"
"D-dunno what it was," he rasped. "Some kind of r-rodent?"
The older boy nodded. "Well, I have food." He didn't have much, but he could steal or beg some much more easily than Lee could hunt with his sling.
Lee bit his lip, hesitating a minute, then started coughing again. Jet frowned, trying to remember if he'd sounded better or worse the night before. "You want some?" he finally asked, when the lack of talking began to get awkward.
Before he could stop himself, Lee nodded eagerly, then flushed and ducked his head. Jet grinned at him and dug in his bag for the bread he'd stolen a couple days ago. It was a little hard, given the time and the cold, but it was still good. He broke off a chunk and tossed it to the younger boy, who unwrapped his hands from their makeshift gloves and tore into it. Still grinning, Jet munched on his own share. Fire-eyes or not, he wanted to keep this kid. He was sure about that now. He decided to let the younger boy finish his breakfast before asking, dug out a bowl from his bag, and started melting snow. They'd need water. Everyone needed water. Even firespawn.
The kid finished quickly, and Jet gave him another two minutes before talking. "Listen, Lee," he finally said, then waited for the other boy to look up. "You wanna stick together for a while? I mean, it's not easy being alone. And I could show you how to get food and stuff."
Something unreadable flashed across Lee's face, and he looked away, staring down into the fire. "D-don't think that's a good idea," he replied.
"How come?"
Lee was silent for a long minute, then started coughing again. Jet passed him some of the water. When he caught his breath, he said, "I did a b-bad thing. Th-they're hunting me."
What kind of bad thing could a half-starved half-frozen half-breed eleven-year-old do? Jet thought. "That's okay. I can handle myself." He grinned, indicating his swords. So I'm not that good with them yet. Big deal. The kid's just overreacting to something he did, probably never misbehaved until then and now he thinks the world's out to get him. Probably whoever caught him overreacted, too, 'cause he's half. People do that. It's stupid. Just 'cause someone's father was swine doesn't mean that that someone is, too.
Lee blinked at him. "B-but..."
"Look, whoever's chasing you? I'll protect you from them, long as we run together. Okay? Okay."
Lee still looked a little unsure, but he dropped his eyes and nodded. "Okay."
Jet grinned at the younger boy, pleased with himself. If other kids are this easy, I'll be able to put together a whole army. An army or kids who've been hurt by the Firenation. We can fight back. For real.
Lee had started coughing again, and Jet's grin slipped a bit. First I have to get him shoes and better clothes. An army is no good if half of it is sick. "C'mon," he said out loud, standing up and offering the younger boy his hand. "We need more bread. I'll show you how to get it."
The younger boy didn't take his hand. But he didn't hesitate, either. Jet sighed, put out the campfire, and started them off toward the nearest town.