King of Bandit Jing: Gilded Smile

[GuardianOfHearts]

YAY FOR MINDSCREWS!

I remember tetetetetete ... still can't say that. xD

[Sterling_Silver]

Why is there updarting when I'm not here? Oh well. Very kewl fic, WM. I've only read the very first manga, so I don't know much of what's going on, but this rocks. Updart soon. ^-^

[Winged Mirage]

Heh, don't worry too much, Silver. You don't really need top be that familiar with the series to enjoy this. There'll be only a couple of references to it.

And I can't really say tetetetete either XD. Lord knows how Jing pulls it off. Oh well, each language has to have some phrase impossible to say XP.

Now let's go explore the newest location, shall we? And don't ask me how to say it X_X

5th Shot: Welcome to Phrenetikos

The first thing Jing noticed as he descended from the black locomotive was just how colorful everything was.

The entire city was aglow in brilliant hues, with the multicolored lights complementing the vivid paint of the buildings. Not a dull or gloomy spot was to be found. It was enough to sear one's eyes, or delight them, depending on your view.

The entire city overflowed with energy. Everywhere people flowed through the streets like blood, beckoned by the joyous music that pulsed throughout the place. Happy lights hovered just above the flamboyantly decorated buildings, blinking in and out and zipping around erratically.

"What kind of place is this, Jing?" questioned Kir, staring at the insanely vibrant place before him. He turned his head to where Jing was.

At least, where he thought Jing was.

Realizing that he had no idea where his partner had run off to, the black bird whipped his head around in confusion.

"Jing?! Jing?!"

A loud, high-pitched wail erupted behind the albatross.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Easy there, Kir."

The black avian spun around to see his gray-eyed partner was holding a yellow plastic duck, about the size of his hand. He squeezed the duck's belly couple of times, causing the duck to flap its wings a bit and create that obnoxious squawk that had terrified Kir so badly a few moments around. The Bandit King had an amused look on his face.

"Ha ha, very funny," Kir growled, his voice dripping with irritation.

"Lighten up, Kir," replied Jing, not seeming bothered in the slightest by his partner's sour attitude. "Phrenetikos is famous for producing the best toys and candy. Just look at the crowd.

Kir turned his eyes back to the masses of people. Almost every other person was a toddler, child, or teenager. Those who were adults had youngsters trailing at their heels, tugging on their shirts and begging them to let them play this game, or buy that toy, or go on this ride.

"This place is a tourist trap for children," continued the boy with the blazing orange coat. "More of a full-time carnival than a city, really."

"Huh," Kir answered.

The more the avian studied his surroundings, the more Jing's words rang true. Many people traveled by riding comical-looking mechanical animals that looked like carousel runaways instead of trying to explore the whole city on foot. Acrobats pranced the streets, performing their logic-defying tricks and handing out balloons and candy to the ecstatic kids that watched them. Am airborne train, decorated by bright, glittery paint, zoomed through the air, more of a roller coaster than a proper locomotive. Sideshows and games of all kinds lined the streets. Happy music blared from glowing, smiling speakers that also served as lamplights. Yep, this was truly an elaborate playground built for the young. Old, cranky people need not apply.

"So where do you think they're keeping the apples, Jing?" the dark bird asked.

"Who knows," answered the black-haired boy. "They could be anywhere."

Digging into the right-hand pocket of his brilliant orange coat, he pulled out a round cat mask. It was colored dark purple, with the swirled eyes and teeth that were bright green in shade. It bore a wide smile, a smile far too wide to possibly be sane.

"So for now," continued Jing, as he put the psycho feline mask over his face. "We'll just be your usual young, hyperactive tourists."

[Krazy]

Zomg, just caught up.

PWNAGE, WM! :D

Jing PWNS Dark! Hear that, DNAsshole?! YOU'RE BEING PWNED.

*ahem*

I really love it, WM! And even though I've never read or watched this, I still know what's going on. That's how good it is. :D

[GuardianOfHearts]

Awesome update. ^-^

Phrenitekos ... I am ALWAYS going to be trying to say that. xd

[Winged Mirage]

Just put up a new fanfic award thread, since the other one was annoying me to no end XP.

Hmm...why did I call it Phrenetikos? I think it means something in Greek, but I forget what XP.

And welcome aboard Krazy ^_^. Wow, Jing's replaced Dark. Quite an accomplishment.

6th Shot: Never Never

Chesirian Vocab

Mamado (mah-mah-doe)- mother (remember this. It shows up often)

Note: There is a conversation in Chesirian in this chapter. However, it's not important to know what they're saying, so I will save you the headache of a long list of Chesirian words XP

"Hey Kir! Look at this!"

"The boy with the blazing orange coat was dashing off to yet another prize booth, his black albatross tiredly trailing behind. In his talons he carried a bag full of toys.

The game booth Jing had arrived at was a shooting gallery. It didn't have real guns, of course; these weapons fired paint balls instead of bullets. The targets were cartoony bunnies and mice, all in cheery hues, with inerasable smiles on their faces.

"10 gold coins, please," stated the gamemaster, a young man with a pleasant grin on his face.

The masked boy handed over the necessary coins without question.

"Allright, here you go," replied the man, giving Jing a plastic gun that was colored blue and gold.

The black-haired boy proceeded to take aim at the roulette of oblivious targets. He was used to covering a bit more area when he launched his attacks, but he could make due with this.

The trigger was pulled, and moments later a red and green bunny was dyed bright blue. It wobbled back and forth, giving off a funny noise. When it stopped shaking, it squeaked out "Congratulations! You won!"

Kir groaned as his partner was handed a huge yellow penguin toy, something that he no doubt would be soon be stuck carrying.

"C'mon, Kir! Let's go!" Jing called out.

Kir may not have been able to see Jing's face, but he was sure that his partner was having way too much fun doing this so-called "research" for their treasure.

"Jing, we're gonna go broke at this rate!"

"Relax, Kir, we'll be fine."

The dark avian had his doubts. "Well, couldn't you at least stuff all this stuff in that endless hole in your pocket? This is getting heavy, you know!"

"Guess I could," Jing replied, taking the bag from the black bird. He flipped the bag over, letting it pour all the toys and trinkets he'd won into his right pocket. While one would think that his pocket would soon be overflowing with prizes, but the jacket pocket didn't even bulge as the last of the toys tumbled into it.

Kir gave a sigh of relief. At least now he didn't have to be a beast of burden anymore. Now all he had to worry about was going deaf from all the so-called music, childish squeals, and silly noises that ricocheted about.

"This won't fit though."

The dark albatross found himself holding the giant golden penguin that Jing had just won. He let out an aggravated sigh.

Why couldn't Jing hurry up and grow up?

The masked boy watched Kir struggle to comfortably secure the overgrown toy.

"Mamado!"

Jing's head snapped over to a young boy, no more than six. He was pulling at the dress of a women, whining. Both of them had deeply tanned skin.

"Mamado, Kinku ulin talar quanai," the boy pleaded, pointing at a fishing game booth and continuing to tug on her dress.

"Nu, Kinku," the woman replied. "Hai nu acoprap lica de cacamoi."

"Nonu mamado-" the kid named Kinku began to protest.

"Latlat", the woman intervened, picking the small child up. "Hai nuia avav zohza baya."

The child continued to whine, but the woman carried him off nonetheless. They soon disappeared into the crowd.

The boy with the insane cat mask remained looking in that direction for quite awhile before he began to examine the people passing him by more closely. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, brothers, and sisters; it was nothing new to him , and he knew what he was in for when he chose to come here, but...

Why did it feel so wrong?

Well, of course it didn't feel right. His mother wasn't here. This was the kind of place you spent with family. Not that he didn't appreciate Kir's company, but...he couldn't exactly consider a black albatross a family member.

And...

And...

And...

"Hey Jing!" his partner called out, having finally gotten a good grip on the toy.

The masked boy stayed silent.

"So.." he whispered, almost completely muffled by the mask. "...Where are we going to go, Kir?"

"Eh?" the black bird replied. "Whaddaya asking me for?! You're the one that's supposed to know!"

"Oh yeah..." the black-haired boy replied, his voice still far too quiet. "Cause I'm the Bandit King. I can steal the very stars out of the sky if I want to."

"That's right!" Kir agreed. "And I say all that candy the Bandit King's been eating has been going to his brain. Really Jing, what're we gonna do now?"

Just then, a couple of adults passed by. Judging by the costumes they were wearing, Jing guessed that they were employees that helped run this grand playplace.

"Man, am I ready to go home!" announced an acrobat decked out in mostly purple, with a bit of gold lacing the edges.

"Tell me about it!" agreed a chubby clown wearing white trousers with red polka-dots and a shirt that was striped green and purple. "I swear, I've smiled so much today I'm surprised that my face hasn't fallen off."

"I know!" replied the acrobat.

"All I wanna do is sleep til Saturday!"

"Oh yeah, totally with you on that one!" the acrobat answered. "Well, least we can catch some Z's on the flight back."

"I can't wait," replied the clown.

The two of them continued on their way, making no note of yet another child and his pet that just happened to be looking at them.

"Well, guess we'll follow them," the Bandit King answered.

[Winged Mirage]

BUMP

Story has been updated, even if the most recent post thing says otherwise <_<

[Krazy]

Aw, I wanna huggle Jing and make him feel better. ;-;

YOU'RE LOVED! ;-;-;-;

*ahem*

Pwning updart, WM! :D

[Winged Mirage]

Don't worry. Jing'll be in a better mood this chapter

Oh yeah, The following chappy is brought to you by Mad-Libs! Actually, so is the chappy after that. XP

XDD

7th Shot: Mad. Mad, Mad

"Hey Babble, you got the plane ready yet?" asked a skinny mouse-man, his whiskers twitching impatiently.

"Ah, hold yer horses," the man called Babble growled back. "You already got your flying gear and stuff?"

"Yeah, I got that a while ago. Now hurry up!"

"Ah, be quiet."

This Babble was checking the wings of a rather strange plane. It was colored white and red, with the red being on the wings, tail, and around the windows. On the front of this plane was painted a clown face that was way too happy for its own good. In huge, ecstatic bubble on the side of the plane was written FLIGHT 750.

"What?! How dare you tell me to shut up!" the mouse-man barked. "I'm-"

"I don't care if you're the King of Zaza," the chubby man cut in. "I can just as easily find employment elsewhere."

"Why you-"

As the mouse-man began to rant on about his attitude and incompetence, Babble decided to conveniantly switch over to selective hearing and pay closer attention to the four orange engines he was looking over.

Why did they have to be orange? No one was going to see them. He could understand them prettying up the outside for the tourists, but why did they have to do such an elaborate of coloring the insides as well? Just about every color that existed was present in the mechanics of the plane. Purple gears, red gas tanks, yellow wiring: what a waste of money and color.

Before long, Babble had noticed that the mouse-man had stopped whining for the time being. Sensing that there had been an interruption to his lecture, Babble paused to see what was going on.

It seemed that a child had wandered into this adults-only zone. It was a boy with spiky black hair, an oversized orange coat, and dark gray shirt and pants. A dark purple cat mask with an insane smile and swirly eyes covered the boy's face, and a black bird was perched on his shoulder.

"There are no children allowed in this area!" the skinny mouse-man exclaimed, seeming appalled by the very idea. 'Now scurry back to all the toys and games in the fun part of Phrenetikos."

The boy remained silent.

The balding, chubby man stared at this child for a few moments. What was so-

Wait.

"HEY!" he exclaimed. "YOU'RE THAT TRAMP THAT STOLE MY POCKET WATCH!"

Once again the child remained quiet. but his bird did not.

"Oh, it's that cranky old guy."

"What?!" Babble shouted. "Now listen you-"

"C'mon Kir, we've wasted enough time," the masked boy finally spoke.

The bird smirked. "I gotcha."

There was a flash of light. Once Babble and the mouse-man could see again, they saw that that both and boy and the bird were glowing a bright green. The avian had attached itself to the black-haired boy's arm via a long ribcage that went all the way up the boy's arm. The wings of the bird had become larger and stuck straight out to the sides, and the beak was now longer and more hooked.

The masked boy pointed the bird attached to his arm at the two men. The avian's beak opened.

"What the hell?!" Babble exclaimed. What was this kid?

The mouse-man was descending into a whimpering panic.

A sphere of green energy was forming in the bird's mouth.

"GIVE ME A KIR ROYALE!" the masked boy shouted.

The last thing either one of them knew was a sea of green light charging right for them.

[Krazy]

Holy shiznap, Jing is damn sexah. :o

Uh, I mean, AWESOME UPDART, WM! VIOLENCE AND MOCKING! YAY! :D

[Sterling_Silver]

The dude just got his ass kicked. xD Awesome updarts, WM. Updart again soon. =D

[Winged Mirage]

Now, for the second Mad-Lib inspired chappy

8th Shot: We Hope You Enjoy Your Flight

Having received the last of the homebound passengers, the clown plane started to take off. Steadily rising into the air, it speeded above the outer area, otherwise known as the wild area where the tourists and kids were kept entertained.

Phrenetikos had a rather odd structure. On the ground level was the outer level, a ring of buildings and businesses completely and wholly dedicated to the children and tourists. Very few inhabitants actually lived in this area, but most of the jobs resided here.

Then there was the inner area of Phrenetikos, also known as the upper area due to its location. You see, the inner area was suspended high in the air, far out of reach of the usual outsiders. This is where most of the inhabitants lived. The roar of the outer area was merely a calm hum. Here it looked like your usual city, besides the constant noise and colorful light given off below.

The only thing that bound the upper area to the lower area was a series of giaint golden cables that spanned the area in-between. It is believed that these cords provided the vast power needed to run the lower area, as the main power plant was located on the upper area. Others say that the upper area would float away if the cables weren't in place.

The empty area in-between was huge, so planes were needed to go back and forth. Planes from the lower area were highly decorated, while planes from the upper were more mundane-looking, as they had no need to be as elaborate as the lower tourist planes. FLIGHT 750, being a plane that transports the employees of the lower area was classified as a business plane of the lower area, and therefore was decorated as appropriate.

The plane was filled with acrobats, clowns, bearded ladies, sword-swallowers, candy makers, sideshow runners, and toy gamemasters, all done with their shifts and more than ready to go home. And they would've been taking a nap if the wasn't so turbulent and rocky.

As they were entering the air space in-between, the pilot's voice came over the intercom.

Only, it wasn't the pilot's voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a young voice announced over the intercom. "Welcome aboard airline Flight 750. This is your captain and pilot, Jing."

Immediately a commotion erupted from the passengers.

"The plane you are traveling on is the latest Strato-Blade, with four orange engines," The Bandit King continued. "At present, we are flying directly in the airspace in-between the upper and lower areas. If you care for a cup of blue coffee or a crazy sandwich, please push the albatross located over you seat."

One of the acrobat women looked up to see a dark bid with a red bandana perched directly on top of her seat.

"I dunno if he'll serve you, but if you're a female he'll be glad to flirt with you."

On cue Kir grew excited and tried to snuggle up with her. The lady screamed and swatted him away.

As the dark avian flew off to try his luck on another girl passenger, Jing continued his announcement.

"There will be a slight delay, as it seems we'll have to take a slight detour."

The small detour was sharp dive downward to evade the blockade of enforcement planes. It seems the victims of the Kir Royale had woken up sooner than expected.

The panicked passengers were pushed far back into their seats, while Kir ended up getting slammed into the end of the hall.

"Hey, watch it Jing!" he barked, though he knew Jing couldn't hear him.

"Please fasten your seatbelts," Jing added monotonously. "The may be quite a bumpy ride."

And a bumpy ride it was. The rogue clown plane twisted and looped through the air, barely dancing away from the oncoming police planes and their ensnaring cables and nets. The passengers found themselves being tossed about with every turn, gripping onto their seats for dear life. To them, it was a journey of terror. To the tourists and children below, yet another show had arrived.

In this manner FLIGHT 750 somewhat ungracefully waltzed through the airspace, gradually gaining altitude. When it finally reached the upper level, it barely avoided colliding with the buildings. After slipping through an especially tight gap by going sideways, the red-and-white plane all-too-quickly found itself face-to-face with the side of a steel wall.

The ensuing crash finally put a stop to the insane plane's shenanigans.

Inside, passengers were scattered everywhere like a spilled set of chess pieces. Looking at the shocked and dazed expressions on their faces, it was a wonder that little stars weren't spinning around their heads. It was doubtful that they realized that the plane had stopped moving.

In scarcely better shape was Kir, stumbling out of the trashed vehicle. The masked Bandit King surfaced soon after, calmly climbing out of the damaged cockpit.

"Jing..." the black albatross spoke, still stumbling a little as he walked over to the black-haired boy. "...You don't have a clue on how to fly a plane, do you?"

"Nope."

"...Thought so."

The boy and bird melted into the shadows, leaving a ruin in their wake. Aside from the wrecked wall, the plane and its contents were a tortured mess. Though it was somehow still in one piece, the elaborate paint job and metal skin were all but sheared off. Some areas exposed those coloring inner workings of the machine, many of which had also been shattered and cracked beyond repair. It was a plane with little to no hope of ever flying again.

And yet, it was still bearing that smile. That crazy, crazy smile. That smile far too wide to possibly be sane.

[Krazy]

D:

Bad Bandit King! You don't hijack planes without letting me glomp you first! JUST DON'T GET CAUGHT AND THROWN IN TEH JAIL! ;-;

Then I'd never be able to huggle you. ;-;-; And I can't live with that.

Pwning updart, WM. Two in one day! :o

[Sterling_Silver]

o.o How's that possible? It's super hard to fly a plane! =O Well, this dude rocks. xD Updart soon.

[Winged Mirage]

What makes you think the Bandit King would be caught so easily? And even if he was caught, would you think that he would STAY in jail?

XP

At least don't glomp him while he's steering something. Good way of getting both of ya killed.

Jing tends to be really talented in just about anything he does, not just stealing stuff. Really, it was probably kinda OOC to have him be kinda lousy at flying the plane, but it's something of a reference to the Mad Lib, and that little detail isn't that important to the plot, so it doesn't really matter.

I was thinking of having a third chappy, but then I remembered I had 53 History vocab in need of defining >_<. But before I go, I'll give ya this link to another pic I made.

http://photobucket.com/albums/j146/N...t=c4a7da06.jpg

Cya tomorrow!