Stealing the Stars [Chapter 1]
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esp_dragonFandom: Jing: King of Bandits/ Yuu Yuu Hakusho/ Golden Sun
Summary: Jing and Kir are off on their usual adventures, stealing a Star. Unfortunately, there's someone else on the prowl and there's more than just the one Star in his group's sight.
Rating: K
Notes: You can tell I just thought of the summary on the fly can't you? ^ ^;
Sorry I didn't use the titles you suggested earlier![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucathia_rykatu but they wouldn't fit since there're other people coming into this so it's techincally not just about two specific thieves.
XD Loong list of tags
Am still lol'ing by the fact that I've written something by Kir's point of view.
Genre: Adventure?
Word count: 1,476
Status: Work in progress
“So what’s so special about this treasure?” Kir asked softly from his perch on Jing’s shoulder, so not be overheard. The acoustics of the place around them had the effect of echoing and making every sound made louder. “Why would anyone keep their most valued treasure in here? It’s a dump! All this damp is going to ruin my feathers,” he grumbled, eyeing the slick walls with distaste.
“Isn’t that proving the point?” Jing said mildly. He chuckled with a smile, slowing his pace a little bit. “No-one would believe there was anything down here apart from rats.” He stopped talking and cocked his head to the side. The sound of the torches and a faint breeze, but nothing else. “There’s a star down here,” he murmured, starting the explanation, but kept his voice down just to be on the even safer side as he picked up the speed once more. “A star that held so much power it had to be sealed from the world. It’s said to be the key for unleashing something. What that something is, it’s never said; it’s been lost, unnamed.”
Kir looked at his partner, baffled. “They’re keeping a star down here? I think a lot of people would know if something as big as a star was down here.” Not to mention, the heat would be noticeable too.
Jing just shook his head. “It was sealed,” he repeated. “This star can fit in the palm of your claw and you wouldn’t be affected by its power either when you’re holding it. Hmm…” Jing stopped, eyes peering in the semi-darkness. The silence dragged on as Jing didn’t move, didn’t speak. Kir fluffed up his feathers to keep warm against the chill and for something to do. What was Jing waiting for? There was no noi- A faint scrape of rock.
Hearing the same, Jing ghosted to the wall, the dim light already hiding most of him. Knowing where they were going, Jing had swapped his trademark orange trench-coat for a duller brown one to make him harder to spot. There was a pause where nothing moved but the widely spaced torches and then, someone stepped out of the intersection that the two were about to pass. She was a redhead, Kir could tell that much in the lighting, her hair falling down her back in a wave. Her face, however, was obscured, most of it in shadow when she turned to face them. She kept on going straight, her path cutting across theirs. A seconds sight and then she was gone.
Kir opened his beak but just as he was drawing breath, Jing’s fingers gently closed them again. “Shhh,” he whispered, starting to move forward. Far too slow in Kir’s opinion but he couldn’t fly since Jing’s fingers were still pressing themselves on his beak. They made it at the intersection a few seconds later but the redhead was completely gone from sight. Which was strange since it was a long corridor and he hadn’t heard any running footsteps.
Just as Jing took another step forward, the walls around them started shaking. Nothing really bad, but it was strong enough to dislodge stones from the ceiling and Kir could feel the vibrations running up Jing’s body to his feet. It lasted a few seconds before ebbing away to just echoes in the far distance.
Waiting a while to see if there would be an aftershock, Kir squinted down the corridor where the girl had disappeared down. There hadn’t been a sound of anything large falling but it wouldn’t hurt just to check…
“Hey, Jing, you’re going the wrong way!” Kir protested when he saw that Jing was walking straight and not turning the corner.
“Kir,” Jing said, his tone saying he was rolling his eyes, “we’re on a timer here. You can look for her once we’re finished.”
Kir huffed and watched the corridor get smaller. “I’d prefer to be chasing a woman then looking for a fallen star,” he grumbled.
“If you went looking for her now, you’ve seen how much of a maze this is. If you found her, would you be able to find your way out again?”
“Since she’s here alone in the first place, she should also know the way out,” Kir retorted. “Plus,” he added as an afterthought, “if we got lost together, we could be wandering around here for hours.” There was a glint in his eye.
Jing didn’t respond save for a smile and a shake of the head. Even though, Kir didn’t leave his partner’s shoulder.
:-:-:
Kir was gasping for breath when he landed on Jing’s shoulder. “You said – What did – Why didn’t you say there was going to be traps like that?!” he spluttered while trying to regain regular breathing. “That last one nearly took all my tail-feathers!”
“There are always traps; why are you so surprised that there are ones here?” Despite his light tone, there was a faint sheen of sweat across Jing’s brow and he was breathing harder than normal.
“Because this place looks like it’d fall over if a trap like that one happened,” Kir muttered, but Jing heard. Obviously, since he’d basically said it right in his ear.
“Bingo.”
Hearing Jing’s catchphrase, Kir stopped thinking about his singed feathers and looked around. The two were standing in front of a large door; it had an intricate design etched on it but other than that, it was no different from the other doors that they had passed.
Jing placed a hand on the wood but didn’t push it, waiting. Kir listened for any tell-tale sounds for oncoming people and kept an eye out while Jing did whatever he was doing to open the door. He turned his attention back to the door when he noticed that it was beginning to glow yellow. After a few seconds, it stopped glowing and the door slid open without a sound.
Inside, the room was tiled, ceiling to floor and though dimly-lit, the tiles threw the torch-light and lit the room considerably better than the outside torches did on their own. They didn’t notice that however. In the centre of the room was a simple pedestal, carved from marble and a ring of candles around it.
More specifically, there was nothing actually on the pedestal.
Sprinting across the room, Jing checked the floor around the pedestal but found nothing. “Damn, someone got here before us,” he muttered.
Flying overhead, trying to spy the star from a higher angle, Kir said, “It could have been stolen a long time ago. We haven’t seen a lot of people down here and –” The door slid open and two guards walked in.
Jing was already moving, the ’shhck’ of his short sword being heard accompanying the cocking of guns and then there was the sounds of screeching metal and bodies hitting walls. Just before Jing knocked who Kir thought was the last guard, there was a blast of a whistle echoing around them.
“C’mon Kir!” Jing yelled over his shoulder as he ran out the door. “Who knows how many more are going to appear.” Kir swept his eyes around one more time, found nothing and then followed.
:-:-:
Somehow, they only ran into a few guards as they ran to the exit. Kir also had no idea where they were and he was sure that they had turned more corners this time going out than going in.
Careening around a corner after Jing, Kir heard two people collide and yelp in surprise.
“Whoa-!”
Getting fully around the corner, Kir saw two fallen people: one being Jing and the other… The other was the redhead that had passed by them earlier. A grin split Kir’s face but as he was about to start talking to her, she and Jing leapt apart, their postures wary. Kir blinked at that and by the time he’d finished his blink, Jing already had his short sword out and the woman had a green whip (with spikes?) wrapped around it.
“Get the star!” Jing called out, just as his balance was thrown by a sharp jerk from the woman.
The star? Eye scanning, Kir saw a gold glowing orb laying on the ground off to the side from the fighters.
“You’re not getting it back easily,” she warned, her voice low and her eyes narrowed. Kir squawked at the sound of ‘her’ voice. That wasn’t a woman! Now decided on what to do, Kir swooped down and picked up the orb. Jing was already on his feet and running around another corner, neatly leaping over another last from the green whip. Kir dodged to the left, then to the right and flew faster than he’d ever flown in his life as he found himself the new target for the whip. That thing could cut straight through rock!
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Summary: Jing and Kir are off on their usual adventures, stealing a Star. Unfortunately, there's someone else on the prowl and there's more than just the one Star in his group's sight.
Rating: K
Notes: You can tell I just thought of the summary on the fly can't you? ^ ^;
Sorry I didn't use the titles you suggested earlier
lucathia_rykatu but they wouldn't fit since there're other people coming into this so it's techincally not just about two specific thieves. XD Loong list of tags
Am still lol'ing by the fact that I've written something by Kir's point of view.
Genre: Adventure?
Word count: 1,476
Status: Work in progress
“So what’s so special about this treasure?” Kir asked softly from his perch on Jing’s shoulder, so not be overheard. The acoustics of the place around them had the effect of echoing and making every sound made louder. “Why would anyone keep their most valued treasure in here? It’s a dump! All this damp is going to ruin my feathers,” he grumbled, eyeing the slick walls with distaste.
“Isn’t that proving the point?” Jing said mildly. He chuckled with a smile, slowing his pace a little bit. “No-one would believe there was anything down here apart from rats.” He stopped talking and cocked his head to the side. The sound of the torches and a faint breeze, but nothing else. “There’s a star down here,” he murmured, starting the explanation, but kept his voice down just to be on the even safer side as he picked up the speed once more. “A star that held so much power it had to be sealed from the world. It’s said to be the key for unleashing something. What that something is, it’s never said; it’s been lost, unnamed.”
Kir looked at his partner, baffled. “They’re keeping a star down here? I think a lot of people would know if something as big as a star was down here.” Not to mention, the heat would be noticeable too.
Jing just shook his head. “It was sealed,” he repeated. “This star can fit in the palm of your claw and you wouldn’t be affected by its power either when you’re holding it. Hmm…” Jing stopped, eyes peering in the semi-darkness. The silence dragged on as Jing didn’t move, didn’t speak. Kir fluffed up his feathers to keep warm against the chill and for something to do. What was Jing waiting for? There was no noi- A faint scrape of rock.
Hearing the same, Jing ghosted to the wall, the dim light already hiding most of him. Knowing where they were going, Jing had swapped his trademark orange trench-coat for a duller brown one to make him harder to spot. There was a pause where nothing moved but the widely spaced torches and then, someone stepped out of the intersection that the two were about to pass. She was a redhead, Kir could tell that much in the lighting, her hair falling down her back in a wave. Her face, however, was obscured, most of it in shadow when she turned to face them. She kept on going straight, her path cutting across theirs. A seconds sight and then she was gone.
Kir opened his beak but just as he was drawing breath, Jing’s fingers gently closed them again. “Shhh,” he whispered, starting to move forward. Far too slow in Kir’s opinion but he couldn’t fly since Jing’s fingers were still pressing themselves on his beak. They made it at the intersection a few seconds later but the redhead was completely gone from sight. Which was strange since it was a long corridor and he hadn’t heard any running footsteps.
Just as Jing took another step forward, the walls around them started shaking. Nothing really bad, but it was strong enough to dislodge stones from the ceiling and Kir could feel the vibrations running up Jing’s body to his feet. It lasted a few seconds before ebbing away to just echoes in the far distance.
Waiting a while to see if there would be an aftershock, Kir squinted down the corridor where the girl had disappeared down. There hadn’t been a sound of anything large falling but it wouldn’t hurt just to check…
“Hey, Jing, you’re going the wrong way!” Kir protested when he saw that Jing was walking straight and not turning the corner.
“Kir,” Jing said, his tone saying he was rolling his eyes, “we’re on a timer here. You can look for her once we’re finished.”
Kir huffed and watched the corridor get smaller. “I’d prefer to be chasing a woman then looking for a fallen star,” he grumbled.
“If you went looking for her now, you’ve seen how much of a maze this is. If you found her, would you be able to find your way out again?”
“Since she’s here alone in the first place, she should also know the way out,” Kir retorted. “Plus,” he added as an afterthought, “if we got lost together, we could be wandering around here for hours.” There was a glint in his eye.
Jing didn’t respond save for a smile and a shake of the head. Even though, Kir didn’t leave his partner’s shoulder.
Kir was gasping for breath when he landed on Jing’s shoulder. “You said – What did – Why didn’t you say there was going to be traps like that?!” he spluttered while trying to regain regular breathing. “That last one nearly took all my tail-feathers!”
“There are always traps; why are you so surprised that there are ones here?” Despite his light tone, there was a faint sheen of sweat across Jing’s brow and he was breathing harder than normal.
“Because this place looks like it’d fall over if a trap like that one happened,” Kir muttered, but Jing heard. Obviously, since he’d basically said it right in his ear.
“Bingo.”
Hearing Jing’s catchphrase, Kir stopped thinking about his singed feathers and looked around. The two were standing in front of a large door; it had an intricate design etched on it but other than that, it was no different from the other doors that they had passed.
Jing placed a hand on the wood but didn’t push it, waiting. Kir listened for any tell-tale sounds for oncoming people and kept an eye out while Jing did whatever he was doing to open the door. He turned his attention back to the door when he noticed that it was beginning to glow yellow. After a few seconds, it stopped glowing and the door slid open without a sound.
Inside, the room was tiled, ceiling to floor and though dimly-lit, the tiles threw the torch-light and lit the room considerably better than the outside torches did on their own. They didn’t notice that however. In the centre of the room was a simple pedestal, carved from marble and a ring of candles around it.
More specifically, there was nothing actually on the pedestal.
Sprinting across the room, Jing checked the floor around the pedestal but found nothing. “Damn, someone got here before us,” he muttered.
Flying overhead, trying to spy the star from a higher angle, Kir said, “It could have been stolen a long time ago. We haven’t seen a lot of people down here and –” The door slid open and two guards walked in.
Jing was already moving, the ’shhck’ of his short sword being heard accompanying the cocking of guns and then there was the sounds of screeching metal and bodies hitting walls. Just before Jing knocked who Kir thought was the last guard, there was a blast of a whistle echoing around them.
“C’mon Kir!” Jing yelled over his shoulder as he ran out the door. “Who knows how many more are going to appear.” Kir swept his eyes around one more time, found nothing and then followed.
Somehow, they only ran into a few guards as they ran to the exit. Kir also had no idea where they were and he was sure that they had turned more corners this time going out than going in.
Careening around a corner after Jing, Kir heard two people collide and yelp in surprise.
“Whoa-!”
Getting fully around the corner, Kir saw two fallen people: one being Jing and the other… The other was the redhead that had passed by them earlier. A grin split Kir’s face but as he was about to start talking to her, she and Jing leapt apart, their postures wary. Kir blinked at that and by the time he’d finished his blink, Jing already had his short sword out and the woman had a green whip (with spikes?) wrapped around it.
“Get the star!” Jing called out, just as his balance was thrown by a sharp jerk from the woman.
The star? Eye scanning, Kir saw a gold glowing orb laying on the ground off to the side from the fighters.
“You’re not getting it back easily,” she warned, her voice low and her eyes narrowed. Kir squawked at the sound of ‘her’ voice. That wasn’t a woman! Now decided on what to do, Kir swooped down and picked up the orb. Jing was already on his feet and running around another corner, neatly leaping over another last from the green whip. Kir dodged to the left, then to the right and flew faster than he’d ever flown in his life as he found himself the new target for the whip. That thing could cut straight through rock!