Stealing the Stars [Chapter 2]
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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: Bleh, Kurama's characterisation doesn't seem to be all there to me. But he's not exactly up in the forefront I s'pose anyway. ^ ^;
And Jing's all over the place with characterisation most of the time isn't he?
XD So much for a one-shot, or even a two-shot. There's gonna be at least another three chapters to this and I have a feeling that they aren't gonna end properly. XD ... D: Please don't tell me I just thought of an overarching plot and there being a reason for all this. *whimpers*![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucathia_rykatu!!! *whine whine*
O.o Don't ask me about the names of the chapters. Seriously. I can't seem to stop with the puns. Possibly the first time I've used a song lyric as a chapter title. And this did just pop into my head. ^ ^;
Genre: Adventure?
Word count: 1,293
Total word count: 2,769
Status: Work in progress
Jing’s eyes skittered about the ruins around him as he pounded up the stores and screeched round corners. Kir was above, swooping down every couple of minutes to tell him what streets looked safe to go down. His legs were burning, his breath was short and painful, and he could feel the wind where sweat had left its mark.
But he didn’t stop, just in case. He had a feeling that the person was still chasing after them and as much as he wanted to see his mother, Jing didn’t want to by being cut in to several pieces of meat. And he wanted to live his life to the fullest before he did anyway.
Kir dropped from the sky when Jing started to lose too much speed. “Just a little further. There’s some proper buildings a bit further ahead.” Jing looked at his friend incredulously; Kir saw him staring. “There’s more than one intact building and it’s quite hard to get there by foot.” He looked like he would have preened himself if he wasn’t flying.
Jing nodded. “So how do I get there?”
:-:-:
Jing took in deep breaths as he slowly paced up and down the room. Kir was eyeing him warily from the floor.
“I thought you were tired? I was expecting you to fall to the floor.”
He shook his head. “It’ll hurt more if I do. It’s better if I slow myself down instead of stopping completely.” His eyes were wandering restlessly about the room. The building seemed to be pretty stable for something that had been built some thousand years ago. The room was empty, of course, and dust and stones were piled on the floor; it was easy to see exactly where Jing had trod. The window didn’t have any glass and it was on the wall parallel to the track that Jing was making. Even though they were on the second floor, there was always a chance of being spotted.
Kir ruffled his feathers and flicked some more sand out using his beak. “I can’t believe we’re being chased around by another thief who looks too much like a girl,” he grumbled.
Jing smiled at his friend. “Are you annoyed by the fact that he was going after the same treasure as us or because you thought he was a girl?” he teased, his breath coming easier now but the ache in his legs far from gone.
He got a snort as a reply. “No.”
“Of course,” Jing said breezily.
Kir glared at him.
Pretending to not see the daggers being thrown his way, Jing sidled up to the window. A cool breeze was swirling in and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. A peek from the side of the window showed nothing but Jing was still feeling wary – there was something telling him that it wasn’t safe to come out yet and he always trusted that instinct.
Sure enough, the redhead stepped into view (from his side of the window and not the side he was expecting) a minute later. Jing ducked out of sight and held a finger to his lips when Kir quirked an eyebrow at him.
He had the feeling that if he ran now, it wouldn’t be too long until he was caught. Kir could get away if he was flying … Jing fingered the Star in his pocket. If he gave it to Kir, Kir would become the target of the other thief and he really didn’t want to see what that whip could do to his feathered friend. Not that, he was sure, Kir would want to see the same thing either. Pulling up a slashed and tattered sleeve, Jing inspected the damage to his weapon; nearly damaged beyond repair. Nearly. It was still salvageable – probably only because the redhead had been distracted enough by Kir taking off with the Star to really do damage.
“I know you’re here.” The redhead’s voice came through the window with crystal clarity. Kir muffled a squawk of panic. Jing frowned, listening from below the window. The redhead really shouldn’t have been able to find them this easily, if at all. From following Kir’s instructions on how to get to this place, you really needed a bird’s-eye view and he knew that he would have never found this area if he was alone and on foot. So how had the redhead been able to get here so quickly? He couldn’t have seen Kir because Kir had been skimming over at roof level and when he did go higher, he had made sure that he wasn’t anywhere near Jing. Jing could have left tracks in the sand but the way the wind was, it should have covered them soon after his passing. The other reason was that the redhead had come here before and knew the place well. It seemed more plausible but he wondered why someone would explore a ruin just to find the best hiding places. Maybe the redhead had been in a predicament that Jing was in now. Or he was just bluffing.
“Give me the Star and I’ll let you go free. If you don’t, I’ll have to take it by force.”
Jing shook his head, smiling. Now that he had gotten his breath back, he felt calmer and his thoughts were more in order. Running away would mean that he could be caught but there were two of them and only one of him – so one could always distract him from the other.
Kir, naturally, started panicking.
“What’re we gonna do?! We can’t leave out the back door because there isn’t one and the windows are right above a cliff!” he whispered furiously. “I can’t carry you anway!” Kir took off to glide to Jing’s shoulder.
“Kir, no!”
“Hmm?” Jing grabbed him by the feet and yanked him down – just as a green whip slashed through the wall above Jing’s head. He protected his head and Kir with his arms from the falling debris and crouched.
Just as he thought, the ground gave way from another slash a few seconds later.
With Kir in his arms, Jing jumped, hopped, twisted his way to safety from the falling building and landed a few feet away from the redhead. Who merely stared to the two of them as Jing let Kir fly from his arms, waiting.
“Well?” the redhead asked, the green whip curled loosely around his hand. He didn’t look like he’d been treking around a dusty ruin and dungeon with his clothes nearly immaculate, if a little crumpled.
“Why are you doing this?” Jing asked back.
The redhead narrowed his eyes at Jing and then checked the position of where Kir had gotten to – he was about roof level, circling above them, not trying to get away. He shifted slight on his feet. “It’s my mission,” he said simply.
Kir flew down and landed on Jing’s shoulder. “A mission, eh?” Jing repeated softly. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that but…” The redhead stiffened and raised his arm to crack the whip. “Kir Royale!” Kir shifted form and wrapped himself around Jing’s right arm. A green light started to emit from Kir’s mouth and when Jing fired, a green ball of light sped towards the other thief. And missed, hitting the ground in front of him and blowing dust, grit, sand among other things up to the sky.
Kit had told him of another way out of the ruin, a gap in the wall. What surrounded the city was a huge forest which was easy to get lost in. The lack of visibility would at least slow the redhead down for a small while and they would be long gone by then.
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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: Bleh, Kurama's characterisation doesn't seem to be all there to me. But he's not exactly up in the forefront I s'pose anyway. ^ ^;
And Jing's all over the place with characterisation most of the time isn't he?
XD So much for a one-shot, or even a two-shot. There's gonna be at least another three chapters to this and I have a feeling that they aren't gonna end properly. XD ... D: Please don't tell me I just thought of an overarching plot and there being a reason for all this. *whimpers*
lucathia_rykatu!!! *whine whine*O.o Don't ask me about the names of the chapters. Seriously. I can't seem to stop with the puns. Possibly the first time I've used a song lyric as a chapter title. And this did just pop into my head. ^ ^;
Genre: Adventure?
Word count: 1,293
Total word count: 2,769
Status: Work in progress
Jing’s eyes skittered about the ruins around him as he pounded up the stores and screeched round corners. Kir was above, swooping down every couple of minutes to tell him what streets looked safe to go down. His legs were burning, his breath was short and painful, and he could feel the wind where sweat had left its mark.
But he didn’t stop, just in case. He had a feeling that the person was still chasing after them and as much as he wanted to see his mother, Jing didn’t want to by being cut in to several pieces of meat. And he wanted to live his life to the fullest before he did anyway.
Kir dropped from the sky when Jing started to lose too much speed. “Just a little further. There’s some proper buildings a bit further ahead.” Jing looked at his friend incredulously; Kir saw him staring. “There’s more than one intact building and it’s quite hard to get there by foot.” He looked like he would have preened himself if he wasn’t flying.
Jing nodded. “So how do I get there?”
Jing took in deep breaths as he slowly paced up and down the room. Kir was eyeing him warily from the floor.
“I thought you were tired? I was expecting you to fall to the floor.”
He shook his head. “It’ll hurt more if I do. It’s better if I slow myself down instead of stopping completely.” His eyes were wandering restlessly about the room. The building seemed to be pretty stable for something that had been built some thousand years ago. The room was empty, of course, and dust and stones were piled on the floor; it was easy to see exactly where Jing had trod. The window didn’t have any glass and it was on the wall parallel to the track that Jing was making. Even though they were on the second floor, there was always a chance of being spotted.
Kir ruffled his feathers and flicked some more sand out using his beak. “I can’t believe we’re being chased around by another thief who looks too much like a girl,” he grumbled.
Jing smiled at his friend. “Are you annoyed by the fact that he was going after the same treasure as us or because you thought he was a girl?” he teased, his breath coming easier now but the ache in his legs far from gone.
He got a snort as a reply. “No.”
“Of course,” Jing said breezily.
Kir glared at him.
Pretending to not see the daggers being thrown his way, Jing sidled up to the window. A cool breeze was swirling in and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. A peek from the side of the window showed nothing but Jing was still feeling wary – there was something telling him that it wasn’t safe to come out yet and he always trusted that instinct.
Sure enough, the redhead stepped into view (from his side of the window and not the side he was expecting) a minute later. Jing ducked out of sight and held a finger to his lips when Kir quirked an eyebrow at him.
He had the feeling that if he ran now, it wouldn’t be too long until he was caught. Kir could get away if he was flying … Jing fingered the Star in his pocket. If he gave it to Kir, Kir would become the target of the other thief and he really didn’t want to see what that whip could do to his feathered friend. Not that, he was sure, Kir would want to see the same thing either. Pulling up a slashed and tattered sleeve, Jing inspected the damage to his weapon; nearly damaged beyond repair. Nearly. It was still salvageable – probably only because the redhead had been distracted enough by Kir taking off with the Star to really do damage.
“I know you’re here.” The redhead’s voice came through the window with crystal clarity. Kir muffled a squawk of panic. Jing frowned, listening from below the window. The redhead really shouldn’t have been able to find them this easily, if at all. From following Kir’s instructions on how to get to this place, you really needed a bird’s-eye view and he knew that he would have never found this area if he was alone and on foot. So how had the redhead been able to get here so quickly? He couldn’t have seen Kir because Kir had been skimming over at roof level and when he did go higher, he had made sure that he wasn’t anywhere near Jing. Jing could have left tracks in the sand but the way the wind was, it should have covered them soon after his passing. The other reason was that the redhead had come here before and knew the place well. It seemed more plausible but he wondered why someone would explore a ruin just to find the best hiding places. Maybe the redhead had been in a predicament that Jing was in now. Or he was just bluffing.
“Give me the Star and I’ll let you go free. If you don’t, I’ll have to take it by force.”
Jing shook his head, smiling. Now that he had gotten his breath back, he felt calmer and his thoughts were more in order. Running away would mean that he could be caught but there were two of them and only one of him – so one could always distract him from the other.
Kir, naturally, started panicking.
“What’re we gonna do?! We can’t leave out the back door because there isn’t one and the windows are right above a cliff!” he whispered furiously. “I can’t carry you anway!” Kir took off to glide to Jing’s shoulder.
“Kir, no!”
“Hmm?” Jing grabbed him by the feet and yanked him down – just as a green whip slashed through the wall above Jing’s head. He protected his head and Kir with his arms from the falling debris and crouched.
Just as he thought, the ground gave way from another slash a few seconds later.
With Kir in his arms, Jing jumped, hopped, twisted his way to safety from the falling building and landed a few feet away from the redhead. Who merely stared to the two of them as Jing let Kir fly from his arms, waiting.
“Well?” the redhead asked, the green whip curled loosely around his hand. He didn’t look like he’d been treking around a dusty ruin and dungeon with his clothes nearly immaculate, if a little crumpled.
“Why are you doing this?” Jing asked back.
The redhead narrowed his eyes at Jing and then checked the position of where Kir had gotten to – he was about roof level, circling above them, not trying to get away. He shifted slight on his feet. “It’s my mission,” he said simply.
Kir flew down and landed on Jing’s shoulder. “A mission, eh?” Jing repeated softly. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that but…” The redhead stiffened and raised his arm to crack the whip. “Kir Royale!” Kir shifted form and wrapped himself around Jing’s right arm. A green light started to emit from Kir’s mouth and when Jing fired, a green ball of light sped towards the other thief. And missed, hitting the ground in front of him and blowing dust, grit, sand among other things up to the sky.
Kit had told him of another way out of the ruin, a gap in the wall. What surrounded the city was a huge forest which was easy to get lost in. The lack of visibility would at least slow the redhead down for a small while and they would be long gone by then.