rikke_leonhart | fic/drabble/thingy

I should be working on something else, but this is a universe I've been working on for some time now, mostly for myself and for my msn buddies, so every time I wrote a new piece, I copy pasted it in msn - I really hate copy pasting, did you know? xD

Okay, this is my new AU. Well, one of them, I should say. It's called Oraya and it will appear in drabble-form when I can be bothered to post XD Here are the first three pieces, I hope you'll enjoy :)

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Nino was at the market when the gypsies arrived and they immediately started trading goods.

Nino loved watching the gypsies. They lived a life so radically different from the one he lived. They were constantly on the road, their lives packed into their wagons, and Nino’s…well, Nino’s life was completely normal for a man of 19 Autumns.

He thought that a life in motion sounded heavenly. He turned to Aiba to tell as much, but Aiba was staring at one of the wagons, and Nino looked, too. He immediately spotted Jun’s father come up to the gypsies and they talked for a moment before the newcomers disappeared into the wagon they stood by.

When the gypsy emerged, it was with a chain leading into the wagon, and he yanked it, and out stumbled a hooded figure dressed in ratty cloth, shoulders hunched, head tilted down. The chain was fastened to the figure’s wrists, and the more the gypsy pulled at the chain, the more the figure stretched his arms to avoid the strain, most likely.

The gypsy pushed the figure down to the ground, and it stayed down while the man talked to Jun’s father.

Nino watched, transfixed.

“It’s an Oraya,” Aiba breathed beside him, and Nino turned to Aiba, frowning.

“No, it’s not, what are you talking about,” Nino snapped, but he couldn’t help but turn his gaze back to the figure on the ground. The gypsy holding the chain shook Jun’s father’s hand and handed the chain over, before turning and walking away. He whistled a tune and the other gypsies gathered and returned to their wagons.

Jun’s father looked at the chain in his hand, and Nino’s eyes flicked to Jun, who he saw stepping up to his father, a grim look on his face.

Nino shook his head. It couldn’t be an Oraya. They were extinct.

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2.

“We’re not to disturb it,” Jun cautioned as they walked down the hallway.

“It,” Aiba mumbled quietly and Nino glanced at him.

Jun stopped by a door and knocked before unlocking the door.

Nino’s breath hitched in his throat and Aiba’s nails dug painfully into his upper arm.

“Why’s it chained?” Aiba whispered brokenly.

“We can’t get near it,” Jun returned in a hushed voice. “It shies away.”

“It’s watching us,” Nino said softly, gaining the attention of the other two. The creature, the Oraya, was sitting in the corner of the room furthest from the door and the room was only lighted by the setting sun, leaving the room in a dim light.

The light glittered briefly in the eyes of the creature when it blinked, slowly.

When Aiba took a step forward, Nino was too slow in reacting to hold him back, and the creature keened as it recoiled, curling tighter into the wall and itself as if it wanted to disappear.

Nino had a feeling it wasn’t far from the truth.

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3.

“A gift,” Sho repeated in disbelief as Jun nodded solemnly.

“Yes. Or, more like, my father agreed to let them go if they gave the Oraya up.”

“I didn’t think they existed anymore,” Sho said with some fascination.

“It’s not a thing,” Aiba protested weakly, and Nino knew that Aiba was still sorry that he’d scared the Oraya.

Jun tightened his lips but didn’t say anything. “It was horrible, the way they dragged it out of the wagon, pushing it around and mocking it.”

Nino shivered.

“They couldn’t possible expect it to do them favors when they treated it like that.”