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purplekitteI kinda want to write sequels to this but have no idea what they would consist of.
Title: Scales in the Cold
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purplekitte
Theme: Monster Mash--Frost
Genre: General
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
Usagi shivered and tucked her hands deeper into her armpits. “It’s really great you’re my long lost cousin and all, but do we really have to go all the way out here? Why does our old family live so far out?” Minako didn’t answer as usual and she prattled on. “It’s great you found us after all these years but why did our grandparents and such want to meet me and not my parents or Shingo?”
The train stopped at a platform standing barren in the middle of nowhere without even a magazine stand or fish-cracker salesman beside it and this one Minako chose to get off at. The other blonde groaned at having to leave the relative warmth of the train car but ran after her.
“Can we get a ride?” She didn’t see any ears around anymore than she did any houses, admittedly. Her hands were itchy but she couldn’t get at them under all her layers of winter clothes so she scratched awkwardly through them.
“It doesn’t happen in every generation even in the main family,” said Minako, as though she wasn’t breaking a long silence with a non-sequitur. “We had thought the blood had long since thinned and died out in your branch.”
“Are we lost?” Usagi asked. Now that they were out of sight of the train station there was nothing made by man from horizon to horizon.
“This should be enough room.”
“Enough room for what?” she asked defensively.
“Damnation Minako,” said a dark-haired girl stormed up from nowhere, which Usagi would not have believed. “You dragged her all the way out here without a word of explanation, didn’t you?”
“That would be her alright,” a brown-haired agreed.
“We haven’t time. Look at her.” A blue-haired girl fussed over her. “Look.”
“What? What?” Usagi scratched her neck through her mittens and scarf.
“Everyone get back.”
They all started to scramble away and, confused, Usagi went after them. A hand on her shoulder stopped her. “You stay here,” a boy told her.
“Mamoru, get out of there.”
“Stand here,” he directed firmly, then backed away one step at a time facing her.
“What’s happening?”
“You’ll know within the minute if you stay still.”
She did, because they boy had asked her to, keeping her eyes on his until the itchiness in her skin became a crippling need to bend over and shake to try to get at all the spots.
Then vroom, her eyes were too far apart, making it hard to look at him from more than one at once. She was much closer than she’d been and looking down at him from above.
“There you are,” said a voice like the black-haired girl’s but a bit lower. Usagi turned to see the head of a red dragon right along side her.
She screamed, or tried to. What came out was half roar and half choke.
“Is there space for all of us?”
“Yes,” said the girl turning into a blue dragon.
“That’s why I picked here,” said the gold dragon with a bubbliness at odds with the gold-haired girl’s coldness.
Usagi turned to look at the boy again, seeing a shiny silver back and gray wings stretched taunt on a too long neck. Instead there was a black dragon.
“This happens in our family, the family you’re distantly a part of.”
“Mamoru?” Usagi asked pleadingly. She might as well get out of the way the least of all questions she had… Was she crushing on her cousin? “How are we related?”
“Usagi? Your name’s Usagi, right? That’s your first question?”
“You were raised here. You always knew what would happen.”
The black dragon shushed those girls and explained. “Minako is of the same family as you, of a different branch. She’s a cousin of yours. The rest of us are very distantly related to you. Rei’s my younger sister and Makoto’s from a third family and Ami a fourth.”
“Lady Serenity the White is coming,” warned the green dragon that had been the brown-haired girl.
Usagi blinked a saucer-sized eye. “So we all turn into dragons. Oh. Okay then.”
Title: Scales in the Cold
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Monster Mash--Frost
Genre: General
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
Usagi shivered and tucked her hands deeper into her armpits. “It’s really great you’re my long lost cousin and all, but do we really have to go all the way out here? Why does our old family live so far out?” Minako didn’t answer as usual and she prattled on. “It’s great you found us after all these years but why did our grandparents and such want to meet me and not my parents or Shingo?”
The train stopped at a platform standing barren in the middle of nowhere without even a magazine stand or fish-cracker salesman beside it and this one Minako chose to get off at. The other blonde groaned at having to leave the relative warmth of the train car but ran after her.
“Can we get a ride?” She didn’t see any ears around anymore than she did any houses, admittedly. Her hands were itchy but she couldn’t get at them under all her layers of winter clothes so she scratched awkwardly through them.
“It doesn’t happen in every generation even in the main family,” said Minako, as though she wasn’t breaking a long silence with a non-sequitur. “We had thought the blood had long since thinned and died out in your branch.”
“Are we lost?” Usagi asked. Now that they were out of sight of the train station there was nothing made by man from horizon to horizon.
“This should be enough room.”
“Enough room for what?” she asked defensively.
“Damnation Minako,” said a dark-haired girl stormed up from nowhere, which Usagi would not have believed. “You dragged her all the way out here without a word of explanation, didn’t you?”
“That would be her alright,” a brown-haired agreed.
“We haven’t time. Look at her.” A blue-haired girl fussed over her. “Look.”
“What? What?” Usagi scratched her neck through her mittens and scarf.
“Everyone get back.”
They all started to scramble away and, confused, Usagi went after them. A hand on her shoulder stopped her. “You stay here,” a boy told her.
“Mamoru, get out of there.”
“Stand here,” he directed firmly, then backed away one step at a time facing her.
“What’s happening?”
“You’ll know within the minute if you stay still.”
She did, because they boy had asked her to, keeping her eyes on his until the itchiness in her skin became a crippling need to bend over and shake to try to get at all the spots.
Then vroom, her eyes were too far apart, making it hard to look at him from more than one at once. She was much closer than she’d been and looking down at him from above.
“There you are,” said a voice like the black-haired girl’s but a bit lower. Usagi turned to see the head of a red dragon right along side her.
She screamed, or tried to. What came out was half roar and half choke.
“Is there space for all of us?”
“Yes,” said the girl turning into a blue dragon.
“That’s why I picked here,” said the gold dragon with a bubbliness at odds with the gold-haired girl’s coldness.
Usagi turned to look at the boy again, seeing a shiny silver back and gray wings stretched taunt on a too long neck. Instead there was a black dragon.
“This happens in our family, the family you’re distantly a part of.”
“Mamoru?” Usagi asked pleadingly. She might as well get out of the way the least of all questions she had… Was she crushing on her cousin? “How are we related?”
“Usagi? Your name’s Usagi, right? That’s your first question?”
“You were raised here. You always knew what would happen.”
The black dragon shushed those girls and explained. “Minako is of the same family as you, of a different branch. She’s a cousin of yours. The rest of us are very distantly related to you. Rei’s my younger sister and Makoto’s from a third family and Ami a fourth.”
“Lady Serenity the White is coming,” warned the green dragon that had been the brown-haired girl.
Usagi blinked a saucer-sized eye. “So we all turn into dragons. Oh. Okay then.”
