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Fiction Town (Part 2)

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Tohru Sohma was the most trusted woman in all of Stadtder Fiktion. It was such a small town that most people preferred to have their children stay home until they were old enough to attend school at Fiktion Elementary, and that put quite the crimp in some parents' work schedule. It is a fact universally know that it is difficult to raise a child, and though some are more  apt to it than others, even those few can have a hard time of it.

Tohru Sohma was a lifesaver. She swept into town one day, no one could remember exactly when, and bought out an old building scheduled to be demolished. And then, with the help of her husband, she rebuilt and refurbished the building by hand and called it a daycare.

She was sweeter than cream and kinder than summer rain; she was very loved by everyone and the children couldn't get enough of her. Some ladies still liked to gossip, because her husband would sometimes leave for days, weeks even, on martial arts retreats, and it was so easy to think that a woman all by herself couldn't be trusted. But she faced all the rumors and gossip with her brightest smile, and no one could combat that for very long without feeling a little less human.

When she woke for the morning and crawled very, very slowly and carefully out of her husband's arms, she could already hear tinkling laughter outside. She quickly slipped into a dress and an apron, brushed her teeth, and started cooking breakfast like she usually would.
She had just put some eggs into a hot pan when she heard the front door of the pre-school being knocked on, very solidly. She brushed her hands against her apron and, donning a bright smile, went to answer it.

"Good morning, mister Vash~! You got here just in time!"

She had to tilt her head up, way, way up, just to see the look on the man's face. He was tall and lean, broad-shouldered and well built for work, but the best thing about him was his gentle demeanor, she thought.
For such a tall man, Vash Saverem had the temperament of a gentle giant. He was so good with children, she was surprised he didn't have any of his own. He was a widower, living alone in one of the community townhouses, but he was a full-time employee of hers and she appreciated his hard work.

She motioned to the counters with an upturned hand. "I'm just finishing up with breakfast for everyone. I'd be very grateful if you would cut up some bananas while I get the toys ready for today."
Vash laughed, running a hand up into his very tall blonde hair. "Sure thing misses Tohru~! No problem~!"

And with the sounds of a butter knife against a cutting board, and Tohru making one last trip around to wipe down the toys and make sure they were clean and out of everyone's way, the daycare started to wake up.


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Not too far from the daycare was a very lovely, open field of grass and flowers. Children loved to play games of freeze tag while they waited for the school to open-- after all, most children were used to waking with the sun to help out with house and farm chores, and the town was so small that most of them could simply walk from their home to the daycare by themselves.

The field was the perfect place to play, and, if you were so inclined, it was also the perfect place to practice your painting.

"You forgot to use the BROAD END Niwa!"

The sound of a roll of paper hitting something solid resounded over the spacious field; off near a cluster of trees, sitting behind a paint easel and wincing in slight pain, was a small boy with wild brunette hair and a gaunt frame. He whined softly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry, mister Mousey. Where do I do that again?"

His instructor, a tall man in a grey turtleneck and black slacks, heaved a sigh and tapped the roll of newspaper to his wildly purple hair. "Think, kid, c'mon. You wan there to be an impression of wind blowing through the grass blades, so the best thing to do is......?"

Niwa raised an eyebrow, turning back to his painting. He'd already painted out tiny lines for the blades of grass. Was he supposed to paint over that?
"Oh! I get it. I paint a thinner cover over that to blur it, right?" he asked, giving the teacher a bright smile.

This earned him another round of playful beating over the head, to which he laughed. "Stupid. Niwa. You're. Supposed. To. KNOW. THAT. ALREADY." he grunted, irked more by the fact that his student didn't seem to be taking his punishment too seriously.
"Geez, sometimes you make me wonder why I waste my time on you, man. I'm all for having your own art style but you HAVE no art style."

"That's a little harsh..... I'm not THAT bad."

It was Daisuke's dream to one day be an artist of excellent caliber;  his mother was a lover of the arts herself, and he had been raised to appreciate art in all it's forms. Ever since he was little, he had an affinity for drawing; it tested his patience, but he loved it so much that it didn't matter to him how long it took or how much sleep he lost.
And Dark Mousey, his mentor, was one of the best artists in the area. He had his own private gallery of paintings, sculptures and jewels, a collection he'd worked on and added to piece by meticulous piece since  his childhood. Daisuke had practically gotten down on his knees and begged the artist to mentor him.

He wasn't the most conventional of teachers, but he was good at what he did and Daisuke was better for it.

He sighed softly, picking up his paint-stained brush, and focused back on his canvas.
"I can't make my own style until I can figure out how to do things in the first place." he reasoned, smashing his thumb down on the brush and blotting the canvas with bright, wispy green.
Dark shook his head, reaching over to ruffle Daisuke's hair "Don't worry about it so much, kid. It'll come to you with practice and time."
"I sure hope so....."

Just then.........

"Are you painting again, sir?"
Daisuke whipped around to face the origin of the inquiring a voice, a young boy in a striped shirt and jeans. He had short-cut hair the color of raven's feathers and eyes as blue as ocean water. He was eerily beautiful, in a way.
Daisuke smiled softly. "Hey there, Pharos. How are you today?"
Pharos gave him a soft smile. "I'm doing very well, thank you. It's a beautiful day outside, isn't it?"
"Haha, it sure is."

The boy was one of the regulars at the day care--- his parents had home schooled him and his brother in the past, but were trying to ease them into a school routine in order to pursue new jobs. The boy was 7, maybe 8, the oldest child in the group, but he got along well with the others.
Every so often, Daisuke set up his easel here near the daycare, since the field behind it was so big and beautiful. And whenever he did, Pharos was sure to come sniffing around; he loved looking at Daisuke's work.

"That's very pretty, mister Daisuke. I like how you painted the grass~" he commented cheerfully.
Behind them, Dark snickered. "See~! Told ya'!"
"I didn't--- I never said you were wrong, mister Mousey!"
Pharos laughed softly. "You guys are always fun~"


Their conversation ended abruptly when the trio heard a high-pitched laugh of triumph pierce the air.
"Oh, dear..... they're at it again, I think...."

On the playground next to the day care, a tiny toddler in a black and white spotted onesie and fluffly black hair made a heroic pose with his fist in the air.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Lambo-san is going to defeat you all today!!!! Lambo-san has a very devious plan in which everyone else will lose and bow down to Lambo-san! AhaHAHAHA!"
He cast his emeral eyes down on his opponents from atop the jungle gym, sneering at them from above. "Reborn-san cannot stand a chance!"
Below the boy was a small group of toddlers, all about the same age as the first. One of them, a tiny little boy in slacks, a long sleeved button up red shirt and a vest, looked up at the boy who called himself Lambo with bored eyes.
"Your threats are empty. You haven't won against me even once before."
"Hahaha! But Lambo-san has a very great plan which he will defeat you with this time! Are you scared, Reborn-san?"
"Hardly."

Beside him, his comrades began to stir.
"Oi. Just get it over with already, kora! He's being a big baby, kora!"
"I-Pin think no fight, Reborn-san! Fighting no nice!"
"Che, just put him in his place already. I have banana chip bets riding on this."
Little Reborn gave a tiny yawn. "Okaaaaay. Lambo, I'll be the mafia man, and---"
"No!"
Lambo stomped his little foot. "Lambo wants to be the mafia man! Lambo's strategy falls on being mafia man!"
Reborn raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you have thought of that beforehand? A good strategy encompasses all possibilities."
"Buh.....buh...."
"So, let's do a vote. Who wants Lambo to be mafia man."
"Not me."
"Nope, kora!"
"Lambo make bad mafia man...."
"THAT'S NOT FAIR! EVERYONE ALWAYS SIDES WITH YOU!"
Reborn shrugged. "In the mafia, you have to make good connections. If you can't even do that, then you shouldn't be trying to be mafia man."

Lambo trembled, embarrassed that he'd already lost before he could play the game. "Buh... Buh..... Gotta... Stay... Calm....." He sniffled.

".................. W-WWWAAAAAAAH-HA-HA-HAAAAAAA! NO FAAAAAAIR!"

Lambo threw his head back and howled, his loud voice carrying over the playground.

"Lambo cry again...."
"Crybaby, kora."
"Well, I guess Verde owes me some banana chips now."

The toddlers payed little attention to their sobbing friend, even as a much taller person stumbled his way into view.
"Lambo? What's wrong? Did they make you cry again? How horrible...."
The teenaged boy frowned, glancing over at the toddlers with a dull olive eye. "You guys are pretty ruthless, picking on my little brother like that."

"You're one to talk, crybaby brother."
"You're worse than he is. And you're fifteen; how come you're so weak?"
"You cry like a weakling, kora!"

The boy frowned deeper. "You guys are the babies. Why would I cry because of what you said?"

"Crybaby."
"Weakling."
"Pathetic."
".............................."

From across the playground, the sound of a loud wail could be heard.
"Idiot, not again......"
A man in a tan long coat sighed, running a hand up to ruffle his hair. He stood from his seat, surrounded by other parents. "Those boys are hopeless......"

When he made his way over to the boys, he couldn't help but let out a groan. Both of then were bawling their eyes out, with their 'attackers' watching them closely from below.

"Lambo... Romeo.... really, you two..." He sighed. "Maybe I could expect this from Lambo, but really, Romeo? They're two-year-olds."

"Buh.... Buh.... But DAD! They were calling me mean names!"
"Good lord, your mother raised two babies....."

The parent's gathered away from the playground, most of them ladies, snickered among themselves.

"Oh, dear, poor mister Bovino...."
"That poor man, raising those two all by himself...."
"Lampo truly is a strong-willed man..."

The man shook his head, his sea-green hair swishing quietly. "Enough crying, now. You two come here, until the daycare opens up....."

He herded the teenager and the toddler away from the playground, the both of them sniffling all the way.

".....Crybabies."
"Really, kora---"
"HEY YOU GUYS!"

The group of toddlers stopped their onslaught and turned, looking over their shoulders at the new challenger.
"Oh, great. It's Maka Albarn."
"She's a buzzkill, kora....."

The blonde girl shuffled up to them, a stern frown upon her face. "Look, you meenies! You're really the worst! Picking on Lambo and his brother all the time because of a stupid game."
"I'ts not a stupid game, kora!"
"We're playing Mafia and Military, Madonna Albarn."
She huffed. "I don't care! Misses Tohru says that bad boys get time outs and teasing is a no-no!"
"Guh...... she's so annoying...."
"No fun anymore, kora...."
"Maka right! Teasing no-no! I-Pin no teasing!"

Little Reborn rolled his eyes. "Madonna Albarn plays the policeman again...."
Part two of my entry for this contest! : trinitykarose.deviantart.com/j…

[Fruits Basket] Tohru and Kyo (c) Natsuki Takaya

[Trigun] Vash the Stampede (c) Yasuhiro Nightow

[D N Angel] Daisuke and Dark (c) Yukiru Sugisaki

[Persona 3/Portable/Movie] Pharos (c) ATLUS

[Katekyo Hitman Reborn!] Reborn, Lambo, I-Pin, Colonello, Mammon, TYL!Lambo, Lampo (c) Akira Amano

[Soul Eater] Baby!Maka (c) Atsushi Ohkubo
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RedwallChick1303's avatar

Holy crap I LOVE THEEEESEE <3

I forgot to comment on the other one... couldn't wait to read this one ;u;

DUUUDE

I just started watching Trigun ad holy crap, Vash is the best thing ever. I love him x3