yoruhoshi
Randall's Head Servant (300-799)
The Lady Black Mage
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Post by yoruhoshi on Oct 20, 2006 19:12:34 GMT -5
This is my Monster's Inc. fic. And yes, I make an appearance in it. Haven't updated any of my fics in forever, which I take to be a disappointment in myself. But yes. Here it is.
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yoruhoshi
Randall's Head Servant (300-799)
The Lady Black Mage
Posts: 496
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Post by yoruhoshi on Oct 20, 2006 19:13:05 GMT -5
Prologue
Yoruhoshi’s POV:
“Princess? Princess, where are you?” his voice came to me over the cold air. I grumbled and shifted back further on my branch to avoid being seen. I really was in a bad mood this day, and having my father send the Master Mage out to find me helped none. The day had started out normally enough. I had been talking with my best friend, Katchi, about what we had planned that weekend. But when my brother, Kyte, had come outside, Katchi started giving him all of her attention. After a moment's confusion, I repeatedly tried to get their attention. But I must have been too impatient, and my constant nagging irritated them both. Finally Katchi had yelled at me, and I, hurt and angry, had ran off. Her words still rung in my ears and sent a sharp pain throughout my body.
"You're such a pain, Yoruhoshi! I wish you would just disappear!"
A tear ran down my cheek as I saw the entire scene replay in my head. In fact, it hurt so much I did want to disappear. I repressed a sob and happened to glance down the tree. I wasn't entirely shocked to see Morin's headfull of electric blue hair and his baby blue eyes directed up at me. If anything, I had forgotten that Morin was one of the few Master Mages in the world with a talent for tracking me down.
"Really love. You must come down." he said in his chocolatey, seductive voice. I rolled my eyes at him. He was always saying anything to make me like him. I leapt out of the tree and attempted to run away, but he grabbed my arm as gentle as he could.
"You shouldn't be running off like that. It's not fitting for a lady." he whispered. I glared at him and twisted my arm out of his grasp.
"If you cared about me at all, Morin, you'd do me a favor." I muttered.
"And that would be?" he said in a singsong voice, though he probably knew what I was going to say.
"Just go away and leave me the heck alone." I growled. He shook his head and smiled at me, the power in his eyes coming to the surface...he really creeps me out sometimes.
"No. That I cannot do. Now, come! We have to take you home, or your father is going to be very angry with us both, my dear." he said, and offered his hand to me. I didn't take it, but I followed him anyway. There are times when I would be happy to see Morin and take his hand, but I just wanted to disappear.
That's when it hit me. I would disappear. Nobody wanted me here anyway.
It must have been at least five hours since Morin had led me home. It was half an hour past midnight, and I couldn't hear anyone else in the house. I was definitely the only one awake, save for Snowball and Shadowking. They were my pets, and they knew I was going to leave. I was caught by Snowball on my way to the garden. He pulled desperately at my jeans leg. He had seen my backpack and didn't want me to go. Shadowking was right behind him, but his expression was harder to read in the dark. I crouched down and patted Snowball's ice-colored head. He butted against my hand and I scratched one of his ears.
"Sorry guys. But you have to stay here." I whispered. Snowball made a tiny whining sound and hung his head sadly.
"Don't worry. I'll be back. I just need to be alone for a while." I reassured him. I glanced up at Shadowking, but his face was completely stoic. It wasn't too surprising, so I turned away from them and walked further into the garden. There, in the middle of the clearing, was the magic circle on the pavement. It had always been there, and was usually used for summoning and banishing all sorts of things. I had figured, if it could work with Morin when he went to meetings, I could use it to get away from here for a while. I sifted through the spells I had learned before, all still in my mind. I whispered the words for a banishing spell, the phrase rolling off the end of my tongue. The magic flowed into the circle and began to build up around me. I know one of the key points for any teleportation-type spell is to know exactly where the subject is supposed to arrive. But I had no clear destination in my mind. I just wanted to get away...
I heard a voice show my name and running footsteps behind me, but it was too late. The spell engulfed my body, and I left that world behind...
LBM: Sorry I had to leave you all in the dark. I will eventually reveal what species Snowball and Shadowking are, though I imagine some of you who read this might know me from school or you might have read some of my other stuff so you might already know what they are. Anyway, it gets better, I promise! Please don't flame this...
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yoruhoshi
Randall's Head Servant (300-799)
The Lady Black Mage
Posts: 496
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Post by yoruhoshi on Oct 20, 2006 19:14:49 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Typical Work Day I woke to the bothersome sound of my alarm clock. It reminded me of high school, and since it was early in the morning, I just wanted to go back to sleep. But I had a priority. I had to make it to work before Sullivan and Wazowski. I had never been late once and if I ever got there late, I know they’d never let me live it down. Furthermore, I didn’t want to get there after them, because they would already be fully alert and awake by that time and it would be harder to scare the crap out of Wazowski like I always do. Hence when I slammed one of my top hands down on the clock, it wasn’t to hit the snooze button, no matter how much I wanted to. I blinked once or twice, then slowly slithered off of my bed. I could see better in the dark than most other monsters, but I was still trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I reluctantly flipped the light switch on over my nightstand and slowly walked around my bed to my bathroom. I was beginning to wake up and so I stretched my arms and legs first, and finished with a shudder. That did the trick. I started brushing my teeth, which since I have so many of them can easily get boring pretty fast. I flipped on the radio nearby and listened to this morning’s news whilst brushing.
“—morning Monstropolis. The time is 6:15 and the weather outside is nice and sunny. But before you decide to head on out with your kids, dogs, Frisbees and volleyballs, I’ve got some disappointing news. Around 6:45 tonight we are expecting some showers and/or thunderstorms. Till then, the sky should be darkening and will probably stay that way all day.” The announcer was droning on again.
Goody gumdrops. A gloomy day ought to dampen Sullivan’s spirits. And a gloomy throw rug means he won’t be scaring as efficiently as me, so that should put me ahead in the race to break the all-time Scare Record. This is hopeful thinking if you haven’t guessed, but it couldn’t hurt my chances. For once though, please let the media be right.
“In other news, Monsters Inc. seems to be very unstable at the moment. Whether or not they make today’s quota will determine if there will be a plummet in the city’s electricity or a new level of electrical power, says Mr. Waternoose. His top Scarer, Ja—“ I smashed the Off button on the radio before the announcer could finish. I hated it when I was reminded that that /teddy bear/ was still in the number one place and I was only second best. It should be me with the title Scare Leader.
In my frustration, I blended to the color of my bathroom wall, and for a second, I was half-surprised to look in the mirror and see my toothbrush floating in midair. But I quickly changed back, and got a grip on my temper. It wasn’t the first time I had blended to my bathroom wall and certainly not the first time I had heard the words “top Scarer” in the same sentence with that furball’s name. I finished with rinsing my mouth and putting away toothpaste and brush. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and to my relief, the circles under my eyes were finally beginning to fade. Well, I have to confess I managed to get an adequate amount of sleep these past few nights, whereas before I had been staying awake, working on other things. No, they had nothing to do with kidnapping children. Yeesh, do humans jump to conclusions! No, my late-night activities had to do with plotting the downfalls of my rival and his green leech of a friend. Wait a second, did I just insult leeches? Ah, nevermind. Who cares anyway?
I took one last look in the mirror and slicked back my fronds a bit. I don’t know why I did it, it was just a habit I picked up recently. My fronds were very sensitive to the environment, and these past couple of weeks had been filled with heavy sunlight. My fronds hadn’t gotten sunburned, but I had had to use some heavy-duty moisturizer on them. Anyway…
I made my way to my kitchen and contemplated whether or not I should eat a full-fledged meal or take something light with me in order to save room for lunch later. In case you were wondering, I do have a pretty nice apartment. Cozy living room with my big couch and plasma screen TV, kitchen complete with conventional and microwave ovens as well as a dishwasher and a fridge, a dining room, two bathrooms, my master bedroom, a spare bedroom, should I ever have any guests over though the chances of that were unlikely, and a significantly sized deck outside the living room’s sliding glass door. See, our world isn’t too unlike yours. My apartment is just cooler.
I decided on taking a breakfast bar with me and made my way to the front door. I glanced at the clock on the wall before heading out. It was 6:20. So far, so good. I had my keys with me of course, and I locked the door before setting off for work.
Well what do you know? The radio broadcaster was right; the weather was undeniably starting to get dismal, even with the sun up. Dark gray clouds were moving in fast and that was a good sign in my opinion. I wasted no time and headed out of the apartment complex. After that, I only had to walk two blocks to get to the factory. Convenient, no? Nothing of any great interest happened during my walk, so I’ll skip right to my arrival at work.
There were already some people walking around and Wazowski’s girlfriend was at the reception center as can be expected. Celia was nice to everyone, but it was hard to understand why she was dating a imbecile who loves his precious car more than her. I ignored Celia and went straight for the locker rooms, unwrapping my breakfast bar and stuffing it in my mouth on the way. I went straight to my locker and looked inside it. There wasn’t much, sad to say. Just a mirror, some breath mints, a pair of tickets to a movie, and the tiny plastic container in which I kept my keys. I unzipped the container and gingerly placed my keys in it. I was zipping it back up when I heard a pair of chatty voices heading towards the locker room. At first I tensed, ready to blend at any time but as the voices drew nearer I recognized one of them as belonging to George Sanderson. I exhaled a sigh and closed my locker. I threw the combination lock on it and walked off. I waited near the restroom stalls for a little bit, growing more bored every minute and more interested in burning those Employee of the Month photos out near the reception desk so I could replace them with pictures of myself.
It seemed like a simple ten minutes later when I heard Sullivan and Wazowski’s voices float into the locker rooms. I quickly left the area with the bathroom stalls and blended to the lockers. I crawled over the top of them and saw the zit on the other side talking to the sack of fur. They hadn’t even felt me coming. I was good. Real good I tell you.
I lowered myself slowly, until I was level with the cretin’s head. He was yakking on as usual.
“I mean seriously, if we just stay home tonight so you can work out we’re going to miss the first showing of King Kong. Come on Sull, how long has it been since we did something together as buddies outside of work?” he whined. The furball turned and gave Wazowski an annoyed look.
“Two Thursdays ago, Mike.” He answered.
“Exactly my point, big guy!” Aha. My cue. I leaned a little closer to Wazowski and whispered in his ear,
“Michael Wazowski. This is the Spirit of Thursday Yet to Come. You are going to marry Roz.”
Aw, man! The look on his face! I wish I had a camera with me, but sadly, you’ll just have to visualize.
“SULLY! THEY’RE OUT TO GET ME! IT’S THE VOICE OF THE SPIRIT! MAKE IT STOP!” he screamed, jumping into Sullivan’s arms. I could no longer contain myself and burst out laughing, becoming visible while I was at it. Wazowski’s screams subsided as he realized it was me, and Sullivan rolled his eyes. They gave me threats as they usually did, but I just tuned them out. I left the locker room with the feeling of victory growing in my chest. This day was turning out to my advantage, I could feel it.
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yoruhoshi
Randall's Head Servant (300-799)
The Lady Black Mage
Posts: 496
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Post by yoruhoshi on Oct 20, 2006 19:15:46 GMT -5
I'm sorry if this is too long for you guys. Please let me know if it is.
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