Fan Fiction ❯ Tenshi No-Ko, Hikari/Yami ❯ A Sunrise of Importance ( Prologue )
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By: MilanthaChan 
Ikuta Deus and Tenshi Hikage meet.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Martial Arts / Psychological / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 768 | Visits: 399 | Status: Completed
Ikuta Deus and Tenshi Hikage meet.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Martial Arts / Psychological / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 768 | Visits: 399 | Status: Completed
Tenshi-No-Ko, Hikari/Yami
::Prologue::
The sun was setting in the West, and the moon was rising to take up its spot. The horizon was awash with bright oranges, and light pinks, a stripe of purple interspersed occasionally in the color; It was a breathtaking sight. But the little boy of five years, sitting calmly in the dirt at the edge of Regin village, noticed none of it. The sun disappeared, and the inky blackness of the sky was soon interrupted by the twinkling of millions of tiny stars. Silently the boy sat, waiting. As the surrounding temperature dropped, and the wind picked up, blowing frigidly across his small form, and wisps of light blue hair fell over his eyes, still he sat.
“Ikuta… please, sweety. Come inside. It’s getting cold. Ikuta, please!” His mother pleaded desperately.
At his mothers words, Ikuta shifted slightly in his too-large cloak, but otherwise did nothing to signal he had heard her. He was here for an important reason… he just didn’t know what that reason was.
“If you come home with me now, we can buy you a new deck of cards tomorrow, Ikuta. How does that sound?”
Golden eyes peering serenely into the night hardened slightly in a glare, the only display of acknowledgement that plead was going to receive; Ikuta never did like bribes.
Hours had passed and still nothing had happened; Ikuta hadn’t budged, and his mother had given up on getting him home until he was good and ready to go. Dawn arrived, the stars disappearing and the sun slowly rising to dominate the sky once again, and still Ikuta sat, his mother having finally fallen asleep on the ground beside him. As the village started to wake, and people came out of their houses, their eyes alighted on the small boy, sitting by the entrance of town, his mother asleep beside him. Morning chores done, sun fully up, and Ikuta’s mother awake and hovering worriedly to the side, and still Ikuta sat, gazing languidly at the forest in front of him. When families finished breakfast, and Ikuta still remained where he was, a crowd started to gather around him
Ikuta’s mother was getting worried, and soon the whole village was gathered around the still boy, making a game out of trying to get him to leave. Children started games of leapfrog and tag, mothers offered sweets and cakes, and men teased Ikuta, trying to get a rise out of him. But still Ikuta sat.
About two hours before noon, something finally happened. As if a bell had suddenly gone off in the distance, Ikuta stiffened, and his gaze became more purposeful, probing deeply into the trees. Minutes later, a rustling issued from the forest, causing more than one villager to jump. The rustling grew louder and a faint smile lit upon Ikuta’s face.
The bushes directly in front of the village parted and a small boy about four years old stumbled out. Traversing the short distance to stand in front of the group, the boy smiled faintly up at the shocked adults and pleased Ikuta. Glancing curiously at Ikuta, and giving a particularly hard glance at the bangs hanging in the older boys face, the small boy wrinkled up his nose in thought before nodding decisively. Reaching up a small hand to the white wrapping around his head, which appeared to be a very fine swath of silk, he carefully unwrapped it, revealing a shock of red hair. Twisting the white silk cloth into a sash, the boy preceded to tie it in a headband fashion on the blue haired boy in front of him, securely keeping Ikuta’s bangs away from his bright, golden eyes.
Smiling at his handiwork, and ignoring the suspicious talk spreading through the crowd, the four year old grabbed another similar sash, this time of silver, from around his waist and tied up his own hair in a similar fashion. Ikuta smiled back at the boy and stood up, a signal to the village that whatever Ikuta had been waiting for had happened. Giving a silly smirk, Ikuta tugged on one of the boys differently colored forelocks. “My name is Ikuta Deus, welcome to Regin village.”
Tugging his ebony forelock out of Ikuta’s grasp, the boy glared half-heartedly before smiling too. Giving a quick glance at the group around him to make sure they were all listening, he gave a wide smile and announced, “My name’s Tenshi Hikage!”
::Prologue::
The sun was setting in the West, and the moon was rising to take up its spot. The horizon was awash with bright oranges, and light pinks, a stripe of purple interspersed occasionally in the color; It was a breathtaking sight. But the little boy of five years, sitting calmly in the dirt at the edge of Regin village, noticed none of it. The sun disappeared, and the inky blackness of the sky was soon interrupted by the twinkling of millions of tiny stars. Silently the boy sat, waiting. As the surrounding temperature dropped, and the wind picked up, blowing frigidly across his small form, and wisps of light blue hair fell over his eyes, still he sat.
“Ikuta… please, sweety. Come inside. It’s getting cold. Ikuta, please!” His mother pleaded desperately.
At his mothers words, Ikuta shifted slightly in his too-large cloak, but otherwise did nothing to signal he had heard her. He was here for an important reason… he just didn’t know what that reason was.
“If you come home with me now, we can buy you a new deck of cards tomorrow, Ikuta. How does that sound?”
Golden eyes peering serenely into the night hardened slightly in a glare, the only display of acknowledgement that plead was going to receive; Ikuta never did like bribes.
Hours had passed and still nothing had happened; Ikuta hadn’t budged, and his mother had given up on getting him home until he was good and ready to go. Dawn arrived, the stars disappearing and the sun slowly rising to dominate the sky once again, and still Ikuta sat, his mother having finally fallen asleep on the ground beside him. As the village started to wake, and people came out of their houses, their eyes alighted on the small boy, sitting by the entrance of town, his mother asleep beside him. Morning chores done, sun fully up, and Ikuta’s mother awake and hovering worriedly to the side, and still Ikuta sat, gazing languidly at the forest in front of him. When families finished breakfast, and Ikuta still remained where he was, a crowd started to gather around him
Ikuta’s mother was getting worried, and soon the whole village was gathered around the still boy, making a game out of trying to get him to leave. Children started games of leapfrog and tag, mothers offered sweets and cakes, and men teased Ikuta, trying to get a rise out of him. But still Ikuta sat.
About two hours before noon, something finally happened. As if a bell had suddenly gone off in the distance, Ikuta stiffened, and his gaze became more purposeful, probing deeply into the trees. Minutes later, a rustling issued from the forest, causing more than one villager to jump. The rustling grew louder and a faint smile lit upon Ikuta’s face.
The bushes directly in front of the village parted and a small boy about four years old stumbled out. Traversing the short distance to stand in front of the group, the boy smiled faintly up at the shocked adults and pleased Ikuta. Glancing curiously at Ikuta, and giving a particularly hard glance at the bangs hanging in the older boys face, the small boy wrinkled up his nose in thought before nodding decisively. Reaching up a small hand to the white wrapping around his head, which appeared to be a very fine swath of silk, he carefully unwrapped it, revealing a shock of red hair. Twisting the white silk cloth into a sash, the boy preceded to tie it in a headband fashion on the blue haired boy in front of him, securely keeping Ikuta’s bangs away from his bright, golden eyes.
Smiling at his handiwork, and ignoring the suspicious talk spreading through the crowd, the four year old grabbed another similar sash, this time of silver, from around his waist and tied up his own hair in a similar fashion. Ikuta smiled back at the boy and stood up, a signal to the village that whatever Ikuta had been waiting for had happened. Giving a silly smirk, Ikuta tugged on one of the boys differently colored forelocks. “My name is Ikuta Deus, welcome to Regin village.”
Tugging his ebony forelock out of Ikuta’s grasp, the boy glared half-heartedly before smiling too. Giving a quick glance at the group around him to make sure they were all listening, he gave a wide smile and announced, “My name’s Tenshi Hikage!”