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[Sept. 19, 2007][Original] Ditto
Title: Ditto
Day/Theme: Sept. 19, 2007 "The hustle and bustle of the traffic greets you"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojiro, Ditto, Wind-Bell
Rating: PG
He had heard around town how the prisoners of war from Hollarn were treated like slaves by the nobles in charge of them. Based on the unintelligable shouts of words in a squeaky foreign language, Kojiro could tell they were definitely involved. Somehow a group of Hollarns had slipped out and the imperial soldiers had come out to recapture them he assumed.
Wind-Bell was politely directing locals to go back to their homes and Lord Ayn was pushing his way through to the center of the strugle when a small man with his head down barrelled into Wind-Bell and fell down backward.
"Gah!" Wind-Bell gasped in surprise, staggering but keeping her feet.
The little man hopped up and tried to hurry away like nothing had happened, but Kojiro grabbed his skinny arm and jerked him to a stop. "Where do you think you're going?!" he snapped as Wind-Bell pulled her wits together.
The man was shivering. He looked up into Kojiro's eyes with a wide-mouthed, frightened expression. His wavering hazel eyes reminded Kojiro of the deer he had seen in the countryside early in the morning. He wondered if "boy" were a more appropriate description of the figure because him, but the depth in his eyes caused the youth to stick were his first assessment. The most notable thing about him was the dark brown mark on his lower right cheek.
"I got be home, cannot be caught here," he whispered, trying hopelessly to downplay his northern accent.
"You're one of those Hollarns, aren't you?" Kojiro wondered, loosening his grip.
The Hollarn did not try to run, but turned his face away fearfully. It was this sad, dirty face that got to Kojiro. "Wind-Bell, watch this guy," the young Rihakan sighed, "If anyone asks, he's with us." He let go of the Hollarn man's scrawny arm and headed into the more densely packed area, rapier drawn.
"Move it! Move it!" he yelled, shoving past everyone in his way. "By order of Lord Ayn d'Veil, cut this out and go home!"
Wind-Bell didn't say anything as he went. She was as baffled as the man from Hollarn, who clasped his hands together and then asked softly, "What is his name?"
"The young master?" Wind-Bell blinked, "...His name's Kojiro."
They had lost sight of Kojiro amidst the throng, but they still looked toward the direction where he had vanished. "And your name, pretty lady?"
"Wind-Bell," she smiled, unable to resist this timid bit of flattery.
"Ditto," he responded.
"Huh?" She was not sure if she had heard him correctly. "Oh," it dawned on her, "Your name's Ditto!"
He nodded agreeably, but did not let down his guard.
Day/Theme: Sept. 19, 2007 "The hustle and bustle of the traffic greets you"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojiro, Ditto, Wind-Bell
Rating: PG
He had heard around town how the prisoners of war from Hollarn were treated like slaves by the nobles in charge of them. Based on the unintelligable shouts of words in a squeaky foreign language, Kojiro could tell they were definitely involved. Somehow a group of Hollarns had slipped out and the imperial soldiers had come out to recapture them he assumed.
Wind-Bell was politely directing locals to go back to their homes and Lord Ayn was pushing his way through to the center of the strugle when a small man with his head down barrelled into Wind-Bell and fell down backward.
"Gah!" Wind-Bell gasped in surprise, staggering but keeping her feet.
The little man hopped up and tried to hurry away like nothing had happened, but Kojiro grabbed his skinny arm and jerked him to a stop. "Where do you think you're going?!" he snapped as Wind-Bell pulled her wits together.
The man was shivering. He looked up into Kojiro's eyes with a wide-mouthed, frightened expression. His wavering hazel eyes reminded Kojiro of the deer he had seen in the countryside early in the morning. He wondered if "boy" were a more appropriate description of the figure because him, but the depth in his eyes caused the youth to stick were his first assessment. The most notable thing about him was the dark brown mark on his lower right cheek.
"I got be home, cannot be caught here," he whispered, trying hopelessly to downplay his northern accent.
"You're one of those Hollarns, aren't you?" Kojiro wondered, loosening his grip.
The Hollarn did not try to run, but turned his face away fearfully. It was this sad, dirty face that got to Kojiro. "Wind-Bell, watch this guy," the young Rihakan sighed, "If anyone asks, he's with us." He let go of the Hollarn man's scrawny arm and headed into the more densely packed area, rapier drawn.
"Move it! Move it!" he yelled, shoving past everyone in his way. "By order of Lord Ayn d'Veil, cut this out and go home!"
Wind-Bell didn't say anything as he went. She was as baffled as the man from Hollarn, who clasped his hands together and then asked softly, "What is his name?"
"The young master?" Wind-Bell blinked, "...His name's Kojiro."
They had lost sight of Kojiro amidst the throng, but they still looked toward the direction where he had vanished. "And your name, pretty lady?"
"Wind-Bell," she smiled, unable to resist this timid bit of flattery.
"Ditto," he responded.
"Huh?" She was not sure if she had heard him correctly. "Oh," it dawned on her, "Your name's Ditto!"
He nodded agreeably, but did not let down his guard.