Post by hanzel on Oct 20, 2011 13:11:20 GMT -5
(Starting out in the human world somewhere in Japan.)
For one moment there was finally some quiet. After the long and hectic day there was finally not a Japanese word to be heard. A young man of about fifteen years of age was sitting peacefully beside a small stream surrounded by trees. He was well hidden from the world to prevent any interruptions. This boy's name was Hansel. He was a British transfer student, absolutely fresh in Japan, and school was going...okay...for someone who couldn't speak a thing of Japanese. The whole day was spent with new words and symbols scrambled all about in his mind. Now, he found a silent and rare place away from all the commotion and dismay to go over what he had gathered in his day.
The blond boy spent a lot of careful time on each subject. He pondered math equation and the comparisons between how they were set up here rather than in English. Then his mind wandered onto the subject of Kanji and memorization of Hiragana and Katakana. Then there was Japanese politics and customs, which were all very strange.
His blue eyes finally came back into focus on the world around him. He glanced down at the grassy ground beneath him. Beside his hand was a perfectly curved green leaf. He blinked at it for a minute, but then picked it from its place and held it up to the sun light. In the bright warm rays he could see the intricate veins that once carried out an important system. Lethargically, he turned his head to the stream trickling past him. He pushed himself from sitting position and slowly crawled towards the waters. The stream was probably only about half a meter long, but it's size would serve it's purposes for the small leaf. Like a child with a new toy boat, he smiled slightly and placed the freshly fallen leaf in the clear water, and away it floated over the little ripples and around the stones and pebbles. He stared after until it finally disappeared from sight. Then his smile faded away with it.
It was like the fairy that floated away to France. Hansel pulled his knees into his chest. Everything reminded him of home and how he wasn't there. It was his father's wishes he be sent away, and though everything was so different and sometimes frightening, he had to do his father's will. Hansel took in a deep breath. Father always knows best, he reminded himself. This was simply a spilt cup of tea not to be cried over. There were things much worse than being sent away to a land where you couldn't understand anything a single person was saying.
He thought about his mother and immediately fell to the ground in defeat. Was she going to be okay with out him? Could she hold her own? Hansel curled up in a tight ball and clenched his teeth together. He felt so helpless! He closed his eyes tightly, and wished it all to be fixed, but he knew that just wishing was not going to get him anywhere. He relaxed his muscles and stared forward into the blades of grass he was now eye level without emotion.
His crystal blue eyes reopened. He had fallen to sleep? How very odd. This boy had not felt tired, or at least he didn't think he was. That may have been do to his lack of attention to himself in general, though. When he awoke he noticed his face was no longer in the soft grass he had been laying in before, but now in a rocky patch of dirt. He winced feeling the pressure on his skin from the sharp edges and lifted his head. He must have moved a lot. Hansel brushed the dirt from his cheek and rubbed his eyes weakly. It was chillier. How long was asleep? Than realization had struck him. His whipped around in confusion. What felt like five seconds ago he was in a grove of Sakura trees beside a small stream. Now, there was no water any where to be seen and he was engulfed in an entirely kind of tree. Where was he?! There was no recollection of a forest like this being anywhere near him.
Hansel glanced skyward to find the sun. Much to his dismay and confusion, that also seemed to be in a different place and was falling rapidly. He was quick to get to his feet and take the appropriate action. Was his satchel on him? He patted it, and nodded to himself. He could use his phones GPS to figure out where he was and make it back to the school. He pulled it out and slid his fingers across the screen. The GPS App was pulled up, "Wha-" It had never failed him before, yet here it was telling him he was in the same cherry tree garden beside the boarding school that he was laying in before he fell to sleep. With a second look he concluded the machine was dead wrong. This thickly woven forest was most definitely not the same place.
Hansel slid his phone back into his hand bag and narrowed his eyes. That's very odd... Sticking out of the tree in front of him was an old rusty crooked stop sign. He tilted his head and walked over to the hunk of metal that almost seemed to be growing from the tree like a branch. That couldn't be very healthy. He glanced behind him and saw even more street signs in great variety pointing every which direction. Very very odd, he thought again dully. The logical way to view this as only a dream or some sort of hallucination, but Hansel was pretty sure he never dreamt dreams like these. Unless it was some sort of sign, perhaps? Maybe there was meaning to this dream? Well...To figure that out he supposed he would pick a way to go and follow the directions of the sign from there. This idea seemed like the appropriate decision to make.
Following his instincts, Hansel glanced around and spotted a "one way" sign pointing to the right. That was where he would take his course first then. He only took a few steps before running into a stop sign. He stopped and looked both ways, which felt like an odd thing to do considering there was a dead end from both sides and no trail or road to speak of. He shrugged the weirdness of his shoulders and continued walking. This went on for fifteen minutes before he began to feel discouraged about there being any sort of point in his wandering at all. He was running into nonsensical yield signs warning him of crossing trains when there were no tracks, bushes full of "one way" signs pointing in every which way, and signs indicating a highway route which made no sense at all being as there was no way a car could drive sixty miles per hour through a forest as dense as this one. He hit a sign pointing directly to the sky reading "one way", once again, when he finally stopped and let out a huge sigh.
"I'm not getting anywhere at all..." He stared tiredly at the senseless sign before him. Half of him was hoping that if he stared at it long enough with his displeased eyes it would change direction at his will. Unfortunately, it did not, and he was stuck thinking of ways to go up without flying.
His blue eyes noticed the sun rays shining through the leaves and peering around the branches and it clicked. If he climbed up one of the trees he would get a better view of his surroundings and hopefully find a way to get out of the forest of street signs. He could also detirmine if he was even still in Japan, which he was finding very very very unlikely at this point. He wasn't even sure if this was just a dream any more.
With very little experience at tree climbing, Hansel struggled very carefully up what looked like a tall maple tree. To his slight irritation he also dragged up quite of sap and other new stuck friends with him, but he made it just high enough to see over the tops of the lovely forest green. He was absolutely not in Japan any more, but what he saw amazed him! Not too far from his location was a thin bare mountain towering up past clouds and standing alone. It was like some sort of great castle over seeing all of the land. Where on earth am I and how in all the world did I get here? He was sleeping way longer than he estimated in order for someone to remove him from the very face of Japan and leave him stranded in some unknown bizarre territory. Though he saw no reason for these kidnappers actions, this was the only earthly conclusion.
Once more still at the top of the tree Hansel reached into his cream coloured school bag and took out his phone. It didn't seem likely, but maybe there was serves. He tried his family, the school, every contact recorded, the Japanese and the English emergency numbers, and all of these ended in a miserable failure. Some he thought might actually go through! Then the static came with strange unfamiliar noises on the other end. He frowned at the phone, one more wishing it would change it's mind of whether or not to be of any use to him.
There was only one option left at this point. Survive through the night so he could search for civilization later. He glanced back to the setting sun. I'll have to find food, water, and shelter before dark, he listed in his head while starting back down the tree, How do I even build a shelter? Is there a technique? How am I going to get food? I guess I could kill an animal, as much as mother wouldn't like that...but I simply can't starve...come you think of it, I don't think I've seen any sort of animal in thi-
"There you are!"
"Huh?" Hansel, still a little over two meters off the ground, turned his head his head to see where the unfamiliar small voice had come from. Back on the earth there was some sort of oddly shaped animal on the ground barking at him. No human was to be see, though. Could it be the one that spoke?
Now Hansel was one of those people that had a tendency of not paying attention to anything else around him when he was confused or surprised. In this case, being a very confused and surprised young man he loosened his grip on the tree and gravity removed him from there.
"Whoa-o!" He exclaimed just before plummeting backwards towards the forest floor.
"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! Hansel are you okay?! Hansel?! Hansel?! Speak to me this instant!"
It was that small childlike voice again. It sounded like a young girl. Hansel grunted and groaned as the pain of hitting the ground came to his realization.
"Open your eyes now. Come on," she spoke again.
Hansel furrowed his eyebrows and whimpered pitifully before slowly reopening his eyes. He was starring sky ward through the leaves again, but there was some sort of small warm thing right to the right of his head.
"You're okay!" Out of the corner of his eye he could see the creature wiggling in what seemed like excitement. Hesitantly, he turned his head to the girls voice and squinted at the oddly shaped thing wagging it's tail to and fro. There was still no human girl. "You worried me sick!" And out from the furry formations mouth he head the voice crystal clear, "I was walking, and I couldn't find you anywhere, so then I used my nose of course, and then I ran into this tree, and I thought 'Hansel could not have turned into a tree,' but I didn't know for sure, and then I heard..." Everything this canine like thing was saying went in one ear and out the other. The boy was much to busy trying to figure out what it was, why it was talking to him, and how it knew his name.
"Hansel! I'm just so glad you're alright!"
"Ah!" Hansel lifted his hands to his face and looked away when the round puppy leapt to one inch from his face.
The little happy thing licked his fingers, "Hansel you really should be more careful. No rational person just falls out of trees, and you are certainly not equipped with any gatomon like reflexes for such nonsense either."
So the reality in this situation was, a furry egg with limbs was talking to him, "H-...How exactly do you know my name?" That sounded like a reasonable first question.
"Hansel, Hansel, Hansel," it said unnecessarily, taking a seat beside his face, "I've been waiting for you for a very very very long time, or at least it felt like a long time to me."
Hansel stared upward again pondering what she had said. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and then studied the furry cream coloured egg, "You've been waiting for me?" He asked absent-mindedly. His eyes returned to the sky, "Why...for me?" This was a strange concept. What was it so important that he was here? It was such a strange land he could tell he didn't belong there. Besides there were very few people who waited on Hansel for the purpose of having Hansel. It was generally only because he was the son of Mr. Jonathan Willow.
"I-...ummm... I just know I've been waiting for you. I need to protect you!" She made it sound very important and said it with pride.
"Protect me? From what?" Hansel glanced back down at the brave little creature who he could easily squash with his foot. What on earth was she planning on protecting from? Rodents? House cats?
She ran over to the trunk of the tree Hansel had to carelessly fallen out of, "For starters, doing silly things like jumping backwards out of trees."
"I-I didn't mean to fall," he mumbled staring at his fingers, "What are you supposed to be called anyway? Some sort of dust bunny?"
"Heaven's no! I am shaomon! Your faithful and loyal partner forever!" She barked and howled and bounced around playfully. She ran back to him as fast as her stubby legs could take her and leaped into his arms.
Hansel couldn't help but let out a laugh catching her in his arms, "This sounds like a marriage commitment," This thing sounded nice enough. If he ever made it home it might be able to pull off being a puppy...or a very fat ginny-pig, "Sha-o-mon... Is that correct?"
"Yes, yes! Very good," she wagged her curly pinkish-red tail and stared up at him with her excitedly wide black eyes. She thought he was a rather silly thing, but that was okay. He was her silly friend.
"Oh!" She barked suddenly and flew from his hands, "I almost forgot!" How could she have been so stupid?! She rushed over to rock half the size of her body and picked up the digivice she intended to give him earlier that was set beside it to prevent her slobber from getting all over it's nice screen. She jumped up and down back to him and dropped the strange device in his lap, "This is for you."
"What's this?" He gently picked it up and rotated it around, examining it's metallic shine. It seemed like it was a cell-phone.
"It's your digivice!"
There was a chill wind that swerved through the tunnelled forest and rustled through Shaomon's ears making her fur stand on end. Hansel shivered and hugged himself tight. That was right. It was almost night time and it felt like it was going to be a cold one, "I don't suppose this devic-"
"Digivice," Shaomon interrupted.
"Yes that. I don't suppose it can find us a warm place to sleep for the night," He asked examining the buttons.
"No...I don't think it does that," her red-violet ears perked up, "But I certainly can," She waddled behind Hansel and attempted to push him off his rump with her much smaller body, "Get up now. You're going to catch a cold."
Hansel rose to his feet and once more looked to the sky. It was dim and the sky was full of many cool night shades mixed with the warm oranges and reds of sun fall, "We have better move quick then."
With that finally not Shaomon began to sniff along the ground in search of a Hansel worthy place to stay with Mr. Hansel Willow fallowing close behind.
For one moment there was finally some quiet. After the long and hectic day there was finally not a Japanese word to be heard. A young man of about fifteen years of age was sitting peacefully beside a small stream surrounded by trees. He was well hidden from the world to prevent any interruptions. This boy's name was Hansel. He was a British transfer student, absolutely fresh in Japan, and school was going...okay...for someone who couldn't speak a thing of Japanese. The whole day was spent with new words and symbols scrambled all about in his mind. Now, he found a silent and rare place away from all the commotion and dismay to go over what he had gathered in his day.
The blond boy spent a lot of careful time on each subject. He pondered math equation and the comparisons between how they were set up here rather than in English. Then his mind wandered onto the subject of Kanji and memorization of Hiragana and Katakana. Then there was Japanese politics and customs, which were all very strange.
His blue eyes finally came back into focus on the world around him. He glanced down at the grassy ground beneath him. Beside his hand was a perfectly curved green leaf. He blinked at it for a minute, but then picked it from its place and held it up to the sun light. In the bright warm rays he could see the intricate veins that once carried out an important system. Lethargically, he turned his head to the stream trickling past him. He pushed himself from sitting position and slowly crawled towards the waters. The stream was probably only about half a meter long, but it's size would serve it's purposes for the small leaf. Like a child with a new toy boat, he smiled slightly and placed the freshly fallen leaf in the clear water, and away it floated over the little ripples and around the stones and pebbles. He stared after until it finally disappeared from sight. Then his smile faded away with it.
It was like the fairy that floated away to France. Hansel pulled his knees into his chest. Everything reminded him of home and how he wasn't there. It was his father's wishes he be sent away, and though everything was so different and sometimes frightening, he had to do his father's will. Hansel took in a deep breath. Father always knows best, he reminded himself. This was simply a spilt cup of tea not to be cried over. There were things much worse than being sent away to a land where you couldn't understand anything a single person was saying.
He thought about his mother and immediately fell to the ground in defeat. Was she going to be okay with out him? Could she hold her own? Hansel curled up in a tight ball and clenched his teeth together. He felt so helpless! He closed his eyes tightly, and wished it all to be fixed, but he knew that just wishing was not going to get him anywhere. He relaxed his muscles and stared forward into the blades of grass he was now eye level without emotion.
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His crystal blue eyes reopened. He had fallen to sleep? How very odd. This boy had not felt tired, or at least he didn't think he was. That may have been do to his lack of attention to himself in general, though. When he awoke he noticed his face was no longer in the soft grass he had been laying in before, but now in a rocky patch of dirt. He winced feeling the pressure on his skin from the sharp edges and lifted his head. He must have moved a lot. Hansel brushed the dirt from his cheek and rubbed his eyes weakly. It was chillier. How long was asleep? Than realization had struck him. His whipped around in confusion. What felt like five seconds ago he was in a grove of Sakura trees beside a small stream. Now, there was no water any where to be seen and he was engulfed in an entirely kind of tree. Where was he?! There was no recollection of a forest like this being anywhere near him.
Hansel glanced skyward to find the sun. Much to his dismay and confusion, that also seemed to be in a different place and was falling rapidly. He was quick to get to his feet and take the appropriate action. Was his satchel on him? He patted it, and nodded to himself. He could use his phones GPS to figure out where he was and make it back to the school. He pulled it out and slid his fingers across the screen. The GPS App was pulled up, "Wha-" It had never failed him before, yet here it was telling him he was in the same cherry tree garden beside the boarding school that he was laying in before he fell to sleep. With a second look he concluded the machine was dead wrong. This thickly woven forest was most definitely not the same place.
Hansel slid his phone back into his hand bag and narrowed his eyes. That's very odd... Sticking out of the tree in front of him was an old rusty crooked stop sign. He tilted his head and walked over to the hunk of metal that almost seemed to be growing from the tree like a branch. That couldn't be very healthy. He glanced behind him and saw even more street signs in great variety pointing every which direction. Very very odd, he thought again dully. The logical way to view this as only a dream or some sort of hallucination, but Hansel was pretty sure he never dreamt dreams like these. Unless it was some sort of sign, perhaps? Maybe there was meaning to this dream? Well...To figure that out he supposed he would pick a way to go and follow the directions of the sign from there. This idea seemed like the appropriate decision to make.
Following his instincts, Hansel glanced around and spotted a "one way" sign pointing to the right. That was where he would take his course first then. He only took a few steps before running into a stop sign. He stopped and looked both ways, which felt like an odd thing to do considering there was a dead end from both sides and no trail or road to speak of. He shrugged the weirdness of his shoulders and continued walking. This went on for fifteen minutes before he began to feel discouraged about there being any sort of point in his wandering at all. He was running into nonsensical yield signs warning him of crossing trains when there were no tracks, bushes full of "one way" signs pointing in every which way, and signs indicating a highway route which made no sense at all being as there was no way a car could drive sixty miles per hour through a forest as dense as this one. He hit a sign pointing directly to the sky reading "one way", once again, when he finally stopped and let out a huge sigh.
"I'm not getting anywhere at all..." He stared tiredly at the senseless sign before him. Half of him was hoping that if he stared at it long enough with his displeased eyes it would change direction at his will. Unfortunately, it did not, and he was stuck thinking of ways to go up without flying.
His blue eyes noticed the sun rays shining through the leaves and peering around the branches and it clicked. If he climbed up one of the trees he would get a better view of his surroundings and hopefully find a way to get out of the forest of street signs. He could also detirmine if he was even still in Japan, which he was finding very very very unlikely at this point. He wasn't even sure if this was just a dream any more.
With very little experience at tree climbing, Hansel struggled very carefully up what looked like a tall maple tree. To his slight irritation he also dragged up quite of sap and other new stuck friends with him, but he made it just high enough to see over the tops of the lovely forest green. He was absolutely not in Japan any more, but what he saw amazed him! Not too far from his location was a thin bare mountain towering up past clouds and standing alone. It was like some sort of great castle over seeing all of the land. Where on earth am I and how in all the world did I get here? He was sleeping way longer than he estimated in order for someone to remove him from the very face of Japan and leave him stranded in some unknown bizarre territory. Though he saw no reason for these kidnappers actions, this was the only earthly conclusion.
Once more still at the top of the tree Hansel reached into his cream coloured school bag and took out his phone. It didn't seem likely, but maybe there was serves. He tried his family, the school, every contact recorded, the Japanese and the English emergency numbers, and all of these ended in a miserable failure. Some he thought might actually go through! Then the static came with strange unfamiliar noises on the other end. He frowned at the phone, one more wishing it would change it's mind of whether or not to be of any use to him.
There was only one option left at this point. Survive through the night so he could search for civilization later. He glanced back to the setting sun. I'll have to find food, water, and shelter before dark, he listed in his head while starting back down the tree, How do I even build a shelter? Is there a technique? How am I going to get food? I guess I could kill an animal, as much as mother wouldn't like that...but I simply can't starve...come you think of it, I don't think I've seen any sort of animal in thi-
"There you are!"
"Huh?" Hansel, still a little over two meters off the ground, turned his head his head to see where the unfamiliar small voice had come from. Back on the earth there was some sort of oddly shaped animal on the ground barking at him. No human was to be see, though. Could it be the one that spoke?
Now Hansel was one of those people that had a tendency of not paying attention to anything else around him when he was confused or surprised. In this case, being a very confused and surprised young man he loosened his grip on the tree and gravity removed him from there.
"Whoa-o!" He exclaimed just before plummeting backwards towards the forest floor.
"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! Hansel are you okay?! Hansel?! Hansel?! Speak to me this instant!"
It was that small childlike voice again. It sounded like a young girl. Hansel grunted and groaned as the pain of hitting the ground came to his realization.
"Open your eyes now. Come on," she spoke again.
Hansel furrowed his eyebrows and whimpered pitifully before slowly reopening his eyes. He was starring sky ward through the leaves again, but there was some sort of small warm thing right to the right of his head.
"You're okay!" Out of the corner of his eye he could see the creature wiggling in what seemed like excitement. Hesitantly, he turned his head to the girls voice and squinted at the oddly shaped thing wagging it's tail to and fro. There was still no human girl. "You worried me sick!" And out from the furry formations mouth he head the voice crystal clear, "I was walking, and I couldn't find you anywhere, so then I used my nose of course, and then I ran into this tree, and I thought 'Hansel could not have turned into a tree,' but I didn't know for sure, and then I heard..." Everything this canine like thing was saying went in one ear and out the other. The boy was much to busy trying to figure out what it was, why it was talking to him, and how it knew his name.
"Hansel! I'm just so glad you're alright!"
"Ah!" Hansel lifted his hands to his face and looked away when the round puppy leapt to one inch from his face.
The little happy thing licked his fingers, "Hansel you really should be more careful. No rational person just falls out of trees, and you are certainly not equipped with any gatomon like reflexes for such nonsense either."
So the reality in this situation was, a furry egg with limbs was talking to him, "H-...How exactly do you know my name?" That sounded like a reasonable first question.
"Hansel, Hansel, Hansel," it said unnecessarily, taking a seat beside his face, "I've been waiting for you for a very very very long time, or at least it felt like a long time to me."
Hansel stared upward again pondering what she had said. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and then studied the furry cream coloured egg, "You've been waiting for me?" He asked absent-mindedly. His eyes returned to the sky, "Why...for me?" This was a strange concept. What was it so important that he was here? It was such a strange land he could tell he didn't belong there. Besides there were very few people who waited on Hansel for the purpose of having Hansel. It was generally only because he was the son of Mr. Jonathan Willow.
"I-...ummm... I just know I've been waiting for you. I need to protect you!" She made it sound very important and said it with pride.
"Protect me? From what?" Hansel glanced back down at the brave little creature who he could easily squash with his foot. What on earth was she planning on protecting from? Rodents? House cats?
She ran over to the trunk of the tree Hansel had to carelessly fallen out of, "For starters, doing silly things like jumping backwards out of trees."
"I-I didn't mean to fall," he mumbled staring at his fingers, "What are you supposed to be called anyway? Some sort of dust bunny?"
"Heaven's no! I am shaomon! Your faithful and loyal partner forever!" She barked and howled and bounced around playfully. She ran back to him as fast as her stubby legs could take her and leaped into his arms.
Hansel couldn't help but let out a laugh catching her in his arms, "This sounds like a marriage commitment," This thing sounded nice enough. If he ever made it home it might be able to pull off being a puppy...or a very fat ginny-pig, "Sha-o-mon... Is that correct?"
"Yes, yes! Very good," she wagged her curly pinkish-red tail and stared up at him with her excitedly wide black eyes. She thought he was a rather silly thing, but that was okay. He was her silly friend.
"Oh!" She barked suddenly and flew from his hands, "I almost forgot!" How could she have been so stupid?! She rushed over to rock half the size of her body and picked up the digivice she intended to give him earlier that was set beside it to prevent her slobber from getting all over it's nice screen. She jumped up and down back to him and dropped the strange device in his lap, "This is for you."
"What's this?" He gently picked it up and rotated it around, examining it's metallic shine. It seemed like it was a cell-phone.
"It's your digivice!"
There was a chill wind that swerved through the tunnelled forest and rustled through Shaomon's ears making her fur stand on end. Hansel shivered and hugged himself tight. That was right. It was almost night time and it felt like it was going to be a cold one, "I don't suppose this devic-"
"Digivice," Shaomon interrupted.
"Yes that. I don't suppose it can find us a warm place to sleep for the night," He asked examining the buttons.
"No...I don't think it does that," her red-violet ears perked up, "But I certainly can," She waddled behind Hansel and attempted to push him off his rump with her much smaller body, "Get up now. You're going to catch a cold."
Hansel rose to his feet and once more looked to the sky. It was dim and the sky was full of many cool night shades mixed with the warm oranges and reds of sun fall, "We have better move quick then."
With that finally not Shaomon began to sniff along the ground in search of a Hansel worthy place to stay with Mr. Hansel Willow fallowing close behind.