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Chapter 1: Force-Fed Broken Glass
The birds twittered 'round and 'round the trees and up in the clouds and through the window. A beautiful day... what a great day for freedom... what a great day to be alive! The leaves around the house needed to get raked, and the orange tree outside was ripe for picking... oh yeah; he should be doing that right now. He jumped up from his spot next to the door, on the stoop, and ran straight to the tree.
The grass was cold. A light chatter of play was coming from the front of the house. Guess the kids got back... well, now he could play with them. Gotta love those kids... the 40-something cousins that come to leech you all the food you've collected for a few months... and that you're feeding them just because they're visiting... yep, gotta love these visits.
"Yenma!" he heard from the kitchen, "Are you done picking those oranges?" "Done?!" "Um... yeah, mother, I'm... I'm done!" yelled Yenma back, ripping off as many oranges as he could, taking almost half the tree's branches with him, "Good, bring them in. Dinner's gonna be ready by tonight" he heard his mother say again.
Yenma ripped a few more oranges from the tree and ran to the kitchen door with a basketful. He stepped inside. The kitchen was set for someone to faint... steam ran down his back as he placed the basket of oranges on the table. "Thanks, sweetie!" said his mother, "no problem..." gasped Yenma, trying his best to keep in his pants, but it was hard because of the heat in the kitchen...
"Mother, how can you stand this heat?" he asked her as he went to the front door to get some fresher air, "hey, when you slave in a kitchen for hours at a time, you get used to it" he heard his mother whine. Grinding the soles of his feet against the dusty wood, Yenma made his way to the front door. A dirty wind blew across his face as he took a deep breath.
There was a light touch of sweat in the air. About 10 kids were there, playing in the front dirt of the tiny hut his father built. "Hey, look, its cousin Yenma!" he heard someone yell... before having all of the people there surround him. He was then attacked by hugs (both chest and legs), pats on the shoulder and back, a few kisses on the cheek, and even one on the lips from a female cousin.
Yenma laughed at it all (and blushed a few times too). Everyone was there: uncles, aunts, cousins of all ages, grandfathers and grandmothers... everybody he had ever known to be his family member. "My you've grown, Yenma!" he heard an aunt yell before smacking his head a little, "yeah, look at that hair, just like his father's!" said an uncle, before messing his short, greasy black hair with a hand, "We missed you, cousin Yenma!" trilled every cousin, "Hi, hi" Yenma said to all of them...
"Hey, where's your father the soldier?" he heard one of his uncles ask, "Oh, he's sleeping, you know..." "Not for long, you know" said a very familiar voice say... when Yenma looked skyward, he saw a man with long, black hair tied in a ponytail, with gruff eyes and a creeping goatee; his father. "Hey, look, it's uncle Ienma!" several people yelled, making his father laugh raucously, and then muffling down on his son, "AHAHA! I LOVE MY FAMILY! AHAHA!" he yelled out, making everybody cheer and whistle...
"Look!" he suddenly heard someone say... Yenma and his father said "huh?" before looking at the sky... Pff, what kind of a moron would look at the sky to look for something? Ha... no... wait... what's that? There, looking like a very distant cloud was what looked like the... shape of a giant... paper... bird? Slowly, it drifted... up... and down... up and down... left and right... left... and... right... before setting down in the forest.
"Did... everyone see that?" asked Yenma, with no response, although the people looking, dumbfounded, at the forest was a dead giveaway. "Probably just a trick of the light... or a simple bird" his father said, however, the tone of his voice was odd... that thing looked much bigger... "Hello?" said his mother, from the kitchen, "what happened?" and she struggled to get through the stunned crowd...
"What is wrong with you guys?" his mother said, standing in front of everyone, looking very puzzled. "Hey, you" said a sudden voice... Everyone jumped and snapped their heads in the direction of Yenma's mother... There, standing behind her, was an effeminate young man, holding a flower in his left hand... and a sword strapped to his back.
"Um... hello!" Yenma's mom went, trying to act cheerful; although everyone could tell she had her eyes airily on the sword on the stranger's back. However, she then noticed the stunned family... "What's the matter?" she asked, turning to the tiny crowd there, her back to the stranger... "Yuma, come to me" ordered Ienma, his deep, heavy voice sounding a bit scared... "Oh, come now, Ienma!" snapped Yenma's mother, looking a bit angry, "how can you be so ru..."
And then, a strange sound exploded in the dead silence, tearing down to shreds: it sounded a bit like someone rolling together a piece of bone and meat together, trying to make sure it was one thing... suddenly, a few dozen shrieks of horror erupted as, slowly but surely, realization came to everyone's eyes, and then blasting their brains away.
There, hanging in the air, her bright, shining face now hanging limp and dead, was Yuma... through her chest now was a sword covered in blood... and the man behind it all, blood dripping on his blank face. "AAAAHHHHHHH, YOU BASTARD, YOU KILLED MY WIFE!!" roared Ienma, his face contorted insanely, his eyes now so big and wide they looked inhuman.
He rushed at the man, roaring like an angry beast, and his enormous hands clenched in hateful fists. However, the stranger had simply a smirk to respond to the fierce man's violent attack... suddenly, with a single swipe of that flower, he made the whole Earth move... Ienma launched into the air in a sudden, incredibly strong upset of wind... the stranger then gave a pirouette-like spin on the spot where he stood... and gave a swing of his sword at Ienma's torso, slicing him in half like a piece of cheap meat.
Blood flew in everyone's face, screams of absolute horror filled the air... and then, there was that chill... those chills as the stranger walked up to the whole, shimmering group. His eyes stared dazedly through the curtain of blood that covered most of him, eyeing everyone with a type of passionate detail... suddenly, he came up to a shaking Yenma... and then stuck his hand by his long neck, raising him up in the air.
Yenma kicked around, struggling, crying, trying to squeeze a few words through his mouth... the stranger eyed his face a bit, and then put him down... then, with a sudden snap of his fist at a cheap mirror, and snapping off a single piece, he looked at Yenma with those eyeliner-covered eyes.................. "You're perfect!" he declared, and his hand rose in the air...
A big bundle of glass then went down, down into Yenma's forced-open mouth... Yenma choked and yell in pain, grabbing at the stranger's hand, holding his mouth open, and ripping and trying to get it off as much as he could...
And then, there came this really unique, horrifying and dreadful pain in his throat... as he realized that now, he was being stuffed full of glass. The mirror had smashed on the ground... and now, he realized the stranger was piling glass down in his mouth, shoving it in his throat... for a while, he couldn't breathe... not for the soul of him. And then, he just... stopped feeling anything... and finally, he decided he should try to stay down... on the ground... just for... a little while...
There were distant screams now... a sound similar to someone throwing old flour against the wall was coming to his ears... and then, he tried breathing... suddenly, he vomited all over the floor, gagging, and thrashing horridly about... he convulsed a few times... and then, a black goo that smelled strongly of centuries old, wet bread came to him... and then came the blood, slowly dripping in his eyes, creating a puddle there...
Then, he saw two green eyes blinking for a bit... only for them to disappear, and then for the life to slip, like a greasy piece of worthless meat, out of him. He bet that it was there, in that big black/red puddle in front of him...
The birds twittered 'round and 'round the trees and up in the clouds and through the window. A beautiful day... what a great day for freedom... what a great day to be alive! The leaves around the house needed to get raked, and the orange tree outside was ripe for picking... oh yeah; he should be doing that right now. He jumped up from his spot next to the door, on the stoop, and ran straight to the tree.
The grass was cold. A light chatter of play was coming from the front of the house. Guess the kids got back... well, now he could play with them. Gotta love those kids... the 40-something cousins that come to leech you all the food you've collected for a few months... and that you're feeding them just because they're visiting... yep, gotta love these visits.
"Yenma!" he heard from the kitchen, "Are you done picking those oranges?" "Done?!" "Um... yeah, mother, I'm... I'm done!" yelled Yenma back, ripping off as many oranges as he could, taking almost half the tree's branches with him, "Good, bring them in. Dinner's gonna be ready by tonight" he heard his mother say again.
Yenma ripped a few more oranges from the tree and ran to the kitchen door with a basketful. He stepped inside. The kitchen was set for someone to faint... steam ran down his back as he placed the basket of oranges on the table. "Thanks, sweetie!" said his mother, "no problem..." gasped Yenma, trying his best to keep in his pants, but it was hard because of the heat in the kitchen...
"Mother, how can you stand this heat?" he asked her as he went to the front door to get some fresher air, "hey, when you slave in a kitchen for hours at a time, you get used to it" he heard his mother whine. Grinding the soles of his feet against the dusty wood, Yenma made his way to the front door. A dirty wind blew across his face as he took a deep breath.
There was a light touch of sweat in the air. About 10 kids were there, playing in the front dirt of the tiny hut his father built. "Hey, look, its cousin Yenma!" he heard someone yell... before having all of the people there surround him. He was then attacked by hugs (both chest and legs), pats on the shoulder and back, a few kisses on the cheek, and even one on the lips from a female cousin.
Yenma laughed at it all (and blushed a few times too). Everyone was there: uncles, aunts, cousins of all ages, grandfathers and grandmothers... everybody he had ever known to be his family member. "My you've grown, Yenma!" he heard an aunt yell before smacking his head a little, "yeah, look at that hair, just like his father's!" said an uncle, before messing his short, greasy black hair with a hand, "We missed you, cousin Yenma!" trilled every cousin, "Hi, hi" Yenma said to all of them...
"Hey, where's your father the soldier?" he heard one of his uncles ask, "Oh, he's sleeping, you know..." "Not for long, you know" said a very familiar voice say... when Yenma looked skyward, he saw a man with long, black hair tied in a ponytail, with gruff eyes and a creeping goatee; his father. "Hey, look, it's uncle Ienma!" several people yelled, making his father laugh raucously, and then muffling down on his son, "AHAHA! I LOVE MY FAMILY! AHAHA!" he yelled out, making everybody cheer and whistle...
"Look!" he suddenly heard someone say... Yenma and his father said "huh?" before looking at the sky... Pff, what kind of a moron would look at the sky to look for something? Ha... no... wait... what's that? There, looking like a very distant cloud was what looked like the... shape of a giant... paper... bird? Slowly, it drifted... up... and down... up and down... left and right... left... and... right... before setting down in the forest.
"Did... everyone see that?" asked Yenma, with no response, although the people looking, dumbfounded, at the forest was a dead giveaway. "Probably just a trick of the light... or a simple bird" his father said, however, the tone of his voice was odd... that thing looked much bigger... "Hello?" said his mother, from the kitchen, "what happened?" and she struggled to get through the stunned crowd...
"What is wrong with you guys?" his mother said, standing in front of everyone, looking very puzzled. "Hey, you" said a sudden voice... Everyone jumped and snapped their heads in the direction of Yenma's mother... There, standing behind her, was an effeminate young man, holding a flower in his left hand... and a sword strapped to his back.
"Um... hello!" Yenma's mom went, trying to act cheerful; although everyone could tell she had her eyes airily on the sword on the stranger's back. However, she then noticed the stunned family... "What's the matter?" she asked, turning to the tiny crowd there, her back to the stranger... "Yuma, come to me" ordered Ienma, his deep, heavy voice sounding a bit scared... "Oh, come now, Ienma!" snapped Yenma's mother, looking a bit angry, "how can you be so ru..."
And then, a strange sound exploded in the dead silence, tearing down to shreds: it sounded a bit like someone rolling together a piece of bone and meat together, trying to make sure it was one thing... suddenly, a few dozen shrieks of horror erupted as, slowly but surely, realization came to everyone's eyes, and then blasting their brains away.
There, hanging in the air, her bright, shining face now hanging limp and dead, was Yuma... through her chest now was a sword covered in blood... and the man behind it all, blood dripping on his blank face. "AAAAHHHHHHH, YOU BASTARD, YOU KILLED MY WIFE!!" roared Ienma, his face contorted insanely, his eyes now so big and wide they looked inhuman.
He rushed at the man, roaring like an angry beast, and his enormous hands clenched in hateful fists. However, the stranger had simply a smirk to respond to the fierce man's violent attack... suddenly, with a single swipe of that flower, he made the whole Earth move... Ienma launched into the air in a sudden, incredibly strong upset of wind... the stranger then gave a pirouette-like spin on the spot where he stood... and gave a swing of his sword at Ienma's torso, slicing him in half like a piece of cheap meat.
Blood flew in everyone's face, screams of absolute horror filled the air... and then, there was that chill... those chills as the stranger walked up to the whole, shimmering group. His eyes stared dazedly through the curtain of blood that covered most of him, eyeing everyone with a type of passionate detail... suddenly, he came up to a shaking Yenma... and then stuck his hand by his long neck, raising him up in the air.
Yenma kicked around, struggling, crying, trying to squeeze a few words through his mouth... the stranger eyed his face a bit, and then put him down... then, with a sudden snap of his fist at a cheap mirror, and snapping off a single piece, he looked at Yenma with those eyeliner-covered eyes.................. "You're perfect!" he declared, and his hand rose in the air...
A big bundle of glass then went down, down into Yenma's forced-open mouth... Yenma choked and yell in pain, grabbing at the stranger's hand, holding his mouth open, and ripping and trying to get it off as much as he could...
And then, there came this really unique, horrifying and dreadful pain in his throat... as he realized that now, he was being stuffed full of glass. The mirror had smashed on the ground... and now, he realized the stranger was piling glass down in his mouth, shoving it in his throat... for a while, he couldn't breathe... not for the soul of him. And then, he just... stopped feeling anything... and finally, he decided he should try to stay down... on the ground... just for... a little while...
There were distant screams now... a sound similar to someone throwing old flour against the wall was coming to his ears... and then, he tried breathing... suddenly, he vomited all over the floor, gagging, and thrashing horridly about... he convulsed a few times... and then, a black goo that smelled strongly of centuries old, wet bread came to him... and then came the blood, slowly dripping in his eyes, creating a puddle there...
Then, he saw two green eyes blinking for a bit... only for them to disappear, and then for the life to slip, like a greasy piece of worthless meat, out of him. He bet that it was there, in that big black/red puddle in front of him...
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