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- Fujikage Journeys Chapter Two--it finally comes to an end! -
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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Okay, here's the last of the second chapter. It may take me a little bit to write the third chapter--I've been sidetracked by the need to write a story to serve as a catharsis for my anger, which none of you will ever see, I'm sure. It's horrible, thus far, completely unorganized. Well, enjoy, and I'll be back with a normal post some time in the near future.
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The sisters arrived at the bus depot. After grabbing their tickets, they sat down on a bench until their bus was called. Across from them sat a curled up body, shuddering with sobs. A small mop of chestnut brown hair rested on top of two small knees that were wrapped by equally small arms. The toes of the child’s blue tennis shoes slightly hung over the edge of the seat. Unable to resist the crying child, Kasandora went over and placed her hand on the feet.
A startled "Huh?" escaped the little boy’s mouth. His cheeks were red from his crying, and the corners of his eyes held tears that had not yet been shed. Kashi was most taken aback by the boy’s eyes; even though they were almost black, there was a fire in them, a light shining in the dark brown irises. She involuntarily gasped, but regained her composure. "Hey there, what’s your name?"
The child sniffled a little bit then shyly answered, "Ohashi Iraija." He looked to be about ten or eleven and very upset.
"What’s wrong? Where are your parents?" Kashi asked. Surely his parents were around the depot.
"My parents are dead," he said quietly. "I’m trying to reach some family south of here, but I don’t have any money."
"We’re going south, too, and you can come with us if you’d like–"
"KASHI!" Deina hissed. The youngest sister turned around to see her sister furiously motioning to her; she returned to her older sister. "What do you think you’re doing? If you think I’m going to pay for some strange kid to come with me, you are CRAZY!" Deina whispered.
"But the kid needs our help!" Kashi hissed back. "And you won’t have to worry about paying for his fare. I will pay for it out of my own money."
"You are stupid if you think I am going to help pay your way when you run out of money!"
Kasandora was tempted to give in, but Iraija needed them. She could feel it. "Not all of that money is yours–some of it is Father’s!"
Deina knew Kasandora had a point. And her sister knew it, because her face lit up and she rushed back over to the little boy.
"Hey, I’m going to pay for your ticket, and you can ride with us. Will that be okay, Iraija?"
A smile lit up the tear-streaked face. "Sure! Thank you, miss!"
"Oh, you can call me Kashi!" And the two walked over to the ticket counter to pay his fare. Deina crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head.
"Bus 35 to Kian-su is now boarding," the omnipresent voice crackled over the P.A. system. Deina stood up, grabbing her bag and placing the katanas at her sides.
"Let’s go, Iraija!" Kasandora said, grabbing the child’s hand after he placed his backpack on his shoulders. The three strode to the bus, Deina leading the pack. Just as she stepped onto the vehicle, the driver stopped her.
"Nuh-unh, you can’t come on, honey."
Deina placed her hands on her hips, a defiant motion and somewhat difficult with the swords. "What do you mean? I paid my fare."
"You may have paid your fare, honey, but there’s no way I’m allowing you on this bus with those things!" The driver pointed to the weapons at her sides. "How do I know you’re not going to hijack the bus, or something?"
"Sir, I promise you," Kasandora cut in, "she will not do anything to harm anyone."
"Look, no weapons on busses, and that includes you, Miss Blue Hair. Now, you either leave your weapons outside, or you leave me alone and find some other way to go where you need to go!"
Deina looked like she was about to go back on Kasandora’s statement about not harming anyone, but this time Iraija stepped forward.
"Miss, he does have a point. Besides, you both look like you can handle yourselves in walking. You will be fine." Deina did a double-take at this child who seemed so confident of what he said.
"Well, at least you can get to where you need to go," Kashi told Iraija. "I hope that you are able to get to your family safely."
"Actually…" Iraija paused, and looked back and forth at Kashi and Deina. "I really don’t want to travel on the bus all by myself. Do you think I can go with you? I’d really like the company."
Immediately, Kashi turned to Deina, giving her the only look that really worked on her older sister—the terrible, horrible, puppy-dog eyes. Her little sister’s eyes seemed to get about three times larger, and tears would well up along the lower rim of her eyes. The look was so pitiful that Deina had to say yes in order to get the image out of her sight.
"Okay, okay," Deina said. "But he’s not my responsibility!" So the three turned around, went through the depot, and back outside to start their journey once again, but this time on foot.
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