[Fanfiction] Moon Children Chronicles 01 (Moonchild)
Title: Moon Children Chronicles 01: Calamity
Warnings: fluff, minor cursing, humour, snark.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kei, Sho, Toshi
Disclaimer: The movie Moonchild and its characters are sole property of their creators. I have no rights to them whatsoever. This story merely borrows them. I make no money with this story.
Note: This came to me when I spent too much time trying to scratch the remains of my sandwich out of the sandwich maker. From there it was but a small step to two pages full of snark and some fluff. This will be turned into a series (hence "Chronicles") with each part closed in itself and independant.
Summary: "Kei, I think you killed that sandwich."
The Moon Children Chronicles
Part 01: Calamity
~*~
Kei treasured silence. To him, silence was peace. She was a constant companion, soothing and gentle, and he rarely felt the need to be rid of her. Unfortunately, silence had been a most fleeting thing ever since common sense had failed him and he had taken those children under his wing. Really, what ever had he been thinking?
„Kei.“
He didn't bother responding and kept scratching.
„Ne... Kei?“
It would go away if he just kept ignoring it. The memory of whether or not this had ever worked in the past had already been successfully banned from his mind that way.
„Kei, I think you killed that sandwich.“
The vampire found himself unable to disagree as he stared at the mess of bread, cheese, salami and... well, whatever else he had put on there. He didn't really remember. Not that the children usually complained with the exception of Shinji, of course, had Kei bothered to count that brat part of his pack. Whenever Kei prepared food, he just dumped whatever he came across together and hoped that the cubs were still young enough to be fooled into thinking he had the slightest idea what the hell he was doing. Lady Luck was usually generous in having his little ones finding joy in whatever abomination he put in front of them, sparing his ego a bad bruising.
Not this time, though. Up until this time he had always been able to cover up small dents in the road with a considerable amount of creativity - there was some pride to be found in there... somewhere... he hoped - but dents were the least of your problems when the mess was more like the whole fucking city had been blown up and then turned inside out. Considering the state of those sandwiches the frying pan had been the battleground for at least three world wars, some nuclear prodding and the revival of foxtrot.
„Kill is too nice a word here, Sho.“
He needed to find a way to seperate Toshi and Sho. Bad enough when one cub came crawling along with the attention span of a chipmunk on illegals, but whenever Sho got bored and decided to bug Kei about something or other Toshi would be hot on his heels and the results would often have the vampire wishing for brain bleach. He could only hope that as soon as Sho was old enough to handle a gun he would bugger off to shoot stuff and get bored less often.
Then again, maybe not.
„More like a slaughter, then?“
„Yes... yes, I think that does it. The sandwich was such a bitch he had to butcher it.“
Kei's left eye twichted. The children giggled. „Language, Toshi“, he growled out of habit. „Any more of that B-word and I'll use your tongue to clean the dishes.“
Toshi grinned in that lopsided way of his. „Alrighty, Kei. You had to slaughter the bitchy sandwich.“ The boy gave the most indignant shriek when he was suddenly dangling upside down in the air, the only thing holding him in place Kei's tickling fingers at his waist. Toshi alternated between shrieks that would have woken the truly dead and made them walk halfway across the graveyard before they remembered there was something altogether wrong with that, and laughter so completely breathless and innocent and full of joy that Kei couldn't find it in him to stop.
„Are you proud of yourself, Kei?“ he sputtered when the tickling ceased after all. „You made the poor sandwich suffer. Look at it!“ Before he could go on Toshi had to catch his breath and poke Kei in the not quite dead hope that one day he would find Kei to be ticklish. The vampire simply failed to comply for the 173rd time. „It's like girls!“ he finally exclaimed.
Kei raised an eyebrow. „How so?“ Then he spent the following seconds foregoing Toshi's explanation cursing himself mentally in a language so colourful and detailed that even the most foul-mouthed gangsters in Mallepa would have blushed like virgin shepherdesses.
With a face as serious as that of any child firmly believing something that was mindtwistingly weird and irresistably endearing to most adults and plain stupid to the heartless rest Toshi said: „Well, it's gross, but I just can't look away.“ With that he shrugged and walked off, all things said on the matter.
Kei's eye gave another twitch. Immortality or no, he was quite convinced he hade aged considerably in the last few minutes. The worst part was that they would never, ever let him live this down. Remember that time when Kei slaughtered the poor sandwich? He could foresee lengthy, entertaining conversatins starting like this in the future. Maybe his hair would start growing white in this life after all.
„Oh, Sho, don't eat...“ Too late. The boy was already munching away on the casualties. Kei would have thrown up his hands in defeat had he not considered that gesture to be quite undignified. He even managed to swallow the sound of disgust that had been on the brink of climbing up his throat upon seeing Sho actually eat what the vampire had butchered in that pan.
The child swallowed. His blue eyes widened in horror. He had to swallow three times more before he looked at Kei with the expression of someone who had just touched something rotten and found doing so wasn't actually all that cool but rather squishy and rank instead.
And then from somewhere inside of him - Kei suspected that mysterious place was very far from the boy's stomach - Sho managed to pull a smile all the way up to his lips and eyes. „It's not too bad“, he piped up.
Kei chose not to answer but drew the child into a hug and kissed the top of the boy's head. The vampire swallowed the emotion Sho somehow always managed to drag up in him, smiled into the soft, dark hair and remembered why he would never, ever give up these children for all the silence in the world.
Half an hour later, with the remains of butchered sandwiches buried deep inside the trash can and upon discovering that Toshi was allergic to the pineapples on their pizza, Kei was more than ready to revoke that statement.
~*~
Fin
MCC Part 02: Treasure
Warnings: fluff, minor cursing, humour, snark.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kei, Sho, Toshi
Disclaimer: The movie Moonchild and its characters are sole property of their creators. I have no rights to them whatsoever. This story merely borrows them. I make no money with this story.
Note: This came to me when I spent too much time trying to scratch the remains of my sandwich out of the sandwich maker. From there it was but a small step to two pages full of snark and some fluff. This will be turned into a series (hence "Chronicles") with each part closed in itself and independant.
Summary: "Kei, I think you killed that sandwich."
The Moon Children Chronicles
Part 01: Calamity
~*~
Kei treasured silence. To him, silence was peace. She was a constant companion, soothing and gentle, and he rarely felt the need to be rid of her. Unfortunately, silence had been a most fleeting thing ever since common sense had failed him and he had taken those children under his wing. Really, what ever had he been thinking?
„Kei.“
He didn't bother responding and kept scratching.
„Ne... Kei?“
It would go away if he just kept ignoring it. The memory of whether or not this had ever worked in the past had already been successfully banned from his mind that way.
„Kei, I think you killed that sandwich.“
The vampire found himself unable to disagree as he stared at the mess of bread, cheese, salami and... well, whatever else he had put on there. He didn't really remember. Not that the children usually complained with the exception of Shinji, of course, had Kei bothered to count that brat part of his pack. Whenever Kei prepared food, he just dumped whatever he came across together and hoped that the cubs were still young enough to be fooled into thinking he had the slightest idea what the hell he was doing. Lady Luck was usually generous in having his little ones finding joy in whatever abomination he put in front of them, sparing his ego a bad bruising.
Not this time, though. Up until this time he had always been able to cover up small dents in the road with a considerable amount of creativity - there was some pride to be found in there... somewhere... he hoped - but dents were the least of your problems when the mess was more like the whole fucking city had been blown up and then turned inside out. Considering the state of those sandwiches the frying pan had been the battleground for at least three world wars, some nuclear prodding and the revival of foxtrot.
„Kill is too nice a word here, Sho.“
He needed to find a way to seperate Toshi and Sho. Bad enough when one cub came crawling along with the attention span of a chipmunk on illegals, but whenever Sho got bored and decided to bug Kei about something or other Toshi would be hot on his heels and the results would often have the vampire wishing for brain bleach. He could only hope that as soon as Sho was old enough to handle a gun he would bugger off to shoot stuff and get bored less often.
Then again, maybe not.
„More like a slaughter, then?“
„Yes... yes, I think that does it. The sandwich was such a bitch he had to butcher it.“
Kei's left eye twichted. The children giggled. „Language, Toshi“, he growled out of habit. „Any more of that B-word and I'll use your tongue to clean the dishes.“
Toshi grinned in that lopsided way of his. „Alrighty, Kei. You had to slaughter the bitchy sandwich.“ The boy gave the most indignant shriek when he was suddenly dangling upside down in the air, the only thing holding him in place Kei's tickling fingers at his waist. Toshi alternated between shrieks that would have woken the truly dead and made them walk halfway across the graveyard before they remembered there was something altogether wrong with that, and laughter so completely breathless and innocent and full of joy that Kei couldn't find it in him to stop.
„Are you proud of yourself, Kei?“ he sputtered when the tickling ceased after all. „You made the poor sandwich suffer. Look at it!“ Before he could go on Toshi had to catch his breath and poke Kei in the not quite dead hope that one day he would find Kei to be ticklish. The vampire simply failed to comply for the 173rd time. „It's like girls!“ he finally exclaimed.
Kei raised an eyebrow. „How so?“ Then he spent the following seconds foregoing Toshi's explanation cursing himself mentally in a language so colourful and detailed that even the most foul-mouthed gangsters in Mallepa would have blushed like virgin shepherdesses.
With a face as serious as that of any child firmly believing something that was mindtwistingly weird and irresistably endearing to most adults and plain stupid to the heartless rest Toshi said: „Well, it's gross, but I just can't look away.“ With that he shrugged and walked off, all things said on the matter.
Kei's eye gave another twitch. Immortality or no, he was quite convinced he hade aged considerably in the last few minutes. The worst part was that they would never, ever let him live this down. Remember that time when Kei slaughtered the poor sandwich? He could foresee lengthy, entertaining conversatins starting like this in the future. Maybe his hair would start growing white in this life after all.
„Oh, Sho, don't eat...“ Too late. The boy was already munching away on the casualties. Kei would have thrown up his hands in defeat had he not considered that gesture to be quite undignified. He even managed to swallow the sound of disgust that had been on the brink of climbing up his throat upon seeing Sho actually eat what the vampire had butchered in that pan.
The child swallowed. His blue eyes widened in horror. He had to swallow three times more before he looked at Kei with the expression of someone who had just touched something rotten and found doing so wasn't actually all that cool but rather squishy and rank instead.
And then from somewhere inside of him - Kei suspected that mysterious place was very far from the boy's stomach - Sho managed to pull a smile all the way up to his lips and eyes. „It's not too bad“, he piped up.
Kei chose not to answer but drew the child into a hug and kissed the top of the boy's head. The vampire swallowed the emotion Sho somehow always managed to drag up in him, smiled into the soft, dark hair and remembered why he would never, ever give up these children for all the silence in the world.
Half an hour later, with the remains of butchered sandwiches buried deep inside the trash can and upon discovering that Toshi was allergic to the pineapples on their pizza, Kei was more than ready to revoke that statement.
~*~
Fin
MCC Part 02: Treasure