And here it is, my Jing story. It's coming eariler than planned, but oh well.
But wait, do you guys even know what King of Bandit Jing is? Don't worry, there's not too much you need to know to enjoy this story, though watching the anime or reading one of the manga series will help.
Allright, Jing is the King of Bandits. He can steal anything, from an apple to Desire itself. Yes folks, if it exists, he can take it. He can outmanuver any trap and outfox any foe planning to cut him down to size. And he's just a teenager!
His partner is a black albatross called Kir. His desire for treasure is second only to his desire for human woman (Why human women? Don't ask...) While he can be quite cranky and isn't always as brave as Jing, he's there when you need him.
To combat the stronger foes, Kir can join with Jing's arm and become a gun-like weapon. In this state, Kir can perform a attack called the Kir Royale, which shoots explosive green energy at the enemy. This is used quite often, but Kir gets worn out after too many shots.
Oh yeah, and Jing's world is very weird, but you'll find out that for yourselves soon enough XP.
Now for some pics:
Jing And Kir
Not the best pic of Kir Royale, but oh well...
This story is AU, btw. Jing is bilingual, for one. When he's speaking Chesirian, his words will be italized with quotes, and the translations will be up here.
If there's anything I've left out, I'll metion it in the author's notes in future chapters.
Okay, here's the plan for my story updates in general. I'll be working on this and Branded and giving Overwrite a rest for now. I can't update three stories at the same time >_<. However, this doesn't mean that I won't be doing anything with Overwrite: far from it. I'm gonna be working on a rough draft continuing right from where I've left off. I seem to do better on this kind of thing when I'm bored out of my mind in class XP. Once Branded is done, I'll start up Overwrite on here again.
I've got nearly 50 pages of rough draft here, so it should last me awhile...and save me some headache writing the chappies.
But enough blah. Let's get on with the show.
Mah de may (Mah day may)- Five more minutes
Kokukon ( Koh-koo-kahn) Go away
Quaoku (quai-oh-koo)- surprised exclaimation, literally "surehuh?!"
And now, I can surely walk on and on forever....
-Last line in Saiyuki ending theme
1st Shot: The Gray-Eyed Boy of Destiny
"Hey kid! Time to scram!" the innkeeper barked. He was a chubby man, about forty or so, with less hair on his head than he would've liked. His apron, ever so manly, was covered with food stains, old and new, an old companion of his in the kitchen. "Well?!"
The grouchy innkeeper was currently snarling at a splotch of eye-searing orange lying in the middle of a dull, disorganized pile of hay. If it wasn't for the snoring, there would have been no sign of life from the splotch whatsoever.
The man's gruff voice failed to summon the splotch from its slumber, but it did stir something higher up in the barn. In a few moments, a black-colored bird with a crimson bandana descended from the rafters, a sleepy, cranky look on his face. Its gray eyes frist laid themselves on the overweight innkeeper, then drifted over to the orange blotch snoring defiantly. The splotch moaned and turned over as some outside sunlight got too close for comfort.
The balding man finally noticing the dark avian hovering over his head.
"Hey crow," he ordered. "Go get your master up."
"I'm no crow! I'm an albatross!" the bird spat back. "And me and Jing are partners, got it?"
"Whatever," the chubby man in the apron growled. "Just get the stupid kid outta here."
"Stupid kid?!" the dark albatross barked. "Look here, Jing is the-"
"I don't care if your friend is the king of Zaza," hissed the man, crossing his arms and giving the bird a throughly annoyed look. "If you guys don't get outta here in five minutes I'm charging you 40% extra."
Grumbling the black avian glided over to the orange splotch that he was apparently acquainted with.
"Hey Jing! Time to get up!"
"Mah de may..." groaned the splotch, shifting slightly.
"C'mon, we gotta get moving!" insisted the albatross.
The splotch buried itself deeper into the hay.
The black bird growled.
"C'mon, I know you only got a few hours of sleep, but if we don't get our tails outtahere, then our rent cost is gonna go through the roof!" the avian stated, trying to shake the sleep out of the splotch.
The splotch named Jing continued to ingore the cries of his self-proclaimed partner.
"Kokukon Kir..." the splotch mumbled, summoing an arm to shoo the dark bird away. Soon after the arm flopped down onto the hay lifelessly, and the snoring resumed.
The albatross called Kir let a frustrated sigh escape from his gray beak. It never failed to amaze him just how impossible it could be to wake up his human partner sometimes.
Kir flew over to an empty, rusty buckethanging from an equally rusty nail jutting out of the wall. He seized the pail's old handle, and lifted it up with surprisely ease for a bird his size. The alblatross with the crimson bandana then dipped it into a nearby watering tray, glided back over with a little difficulty, and carefully positioned himself above his partner.
Yep, he was definately gonna hate him for this.
A splashing sound was soon heard throughout the barn.
"WAH!" Kir's partner exclaimed, erupting from the hay, whipping his head around. "Quaoku?! Quaoku?!"
Having surfaced from the straw, it could now be seen that this Jing was a boy who looked no more than 14. The blinding orange that had hidden him from view was his long, beat-up orange coat, which he had been using as a blanket. His spiky hair was onyx black in hue, drooping slightly from the weight of the water poured on him. His dark grey top, currently soaked at the back, had thin straps instead of sleeves. The somewhat baggy pants he wore matched the shirt.
But the most striking feature Jing had were his eyes. Cool gray in shade, they seemed to pierce anything they laid themselves upon.It was odd, that such a common trait stood out so much from a child, but no one could question the power contained by that boy's gaze.
Right then those steel-hued eyes had latched themselves onto Kir, overflowing with irritation and grogginess.
"Jing, we gotta-"
"Allright, I'm giving you 10 seconds to get your butts outta here," the overweight innkeeper growled, towering over them.
He took out an antique watch, made of silver and laced with intricate golden designs, and opened it up. "One..."
"Allright, allright, we're going," Jing responded casually, getting up and shaking some of the straw out of his hair and coat.
"Bout time,' the man hissed, putting his watch back inisde his jacket pocket. "Now get moving."
"Fine," Jing answered, as he slipped on his blazing orange coat. "C'mon Kir."
The black haired boy stretched out his arm, lettign the dark albatross settle on his shoulder. Kir now being comfortable, Jing lowered his arm back to his side and passed by the chubby innkeeper.
As the gray-eyed boy and his bird companion slipped outside into the blinding sunshine, the man shook his head and sighed. He strolled over to where the boy slept and rearraged the pile of hay back to the way it was supposed to be. He muttered about how that stupid bird had ruined so much good hay when he had poured that water over his master or partner or whatever. The middle-aged innkeeper then checked the horses and other various livestock being housed here, making sure all of them were present. All od them were, and he blew a sigh of relief. If that boy had tried to take anything, the little tramp wouldn't have lived much longer.
This was a time of year that had an unusual amount of business, something he badly needed. He'd been completely booked the past few days, and found himself turning away many customers simply because there was no more room. Sure, he could've let them use the barn, but most people were too proud to sleep with their horses. Besides, he didn't trust strangers with other people's livestock. Losing animals that weren't his wasn't a good policy for any inn.
But winter was coming, and the days were only becoming colder and colder. So when this tramp showed up outside his inn, that black bird leaning against the side of his companion's head sleepily, he decided to make an exception. After all, how could he turn a mere child onto the street when frost and ice prowled for prey outside?
It seemed that his conscience had been right to let that boy stay. All that tramp had wanted was a place to sleep, and he gave it to him. He had even paid him in full.
"Yep, maybe the world isn't so bad after all," he said to a chestnut-colored horse nearby, patting him on the back on the neck. He reached into his pocket to see what time it was.
He felt no silver pocketwatch in his jacket.
Eyes widening, his hands frantically patted against the pocket that should've contained his watch.
"That damn brat!!" he exclaimed, rushing outside to capture the boy.
But, of course, no such boy was in sight.
Hope you like! Cya!