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Lilith©CAPCOM	Below will be some short stories either written by me or sent to my by their aurthors...please do not steal them, the authors to me are artists of the written/typed word...and thus should be respected...please enjoy, and if u feel that you have some 'big ones' send me your story to be added to the list(i'm very generouse and will put up just about anything...plz keep it somewhat clean so I don't get canned) ---If you wish to send me some of your art(drawings, stories, etc.) I would love it...interpritations of characters in stories would be wonderfull to add to the emptyness of the info section after the introduction.
INFO:To start this page off i guess I will finaly start to publish my story I've been working on. It is very odd, and doesn't make any sence...mostly because it is based loosly on my life. It can be somewhat understood w/ a little 'cheat sheet' I will hide on my site soon, but until then enjoy the story of..."NARU CHUSHIN"(thats not the title...i STILL haven't thought of one yet)	THIS IS A WARNING TO ANYONE WHO READS THIS…THIS STORY IS FAR FROM BEING FINISHED, IT WILL BE THIS WAY FOR A LONG TIME, THIS IS A HUGE PROJECT I HOPE TO EVENTUALY TURN INTO AN ANIME OR COMIC (HENCE WHY THE DESCRIPTIONS CAN BE BLAND) A LOT OF THIS STORY IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I WISH I COULD PASTE IT ALL TOGETHER BUT THAT’LL TAKE A WHILE. Scene 1: Dream? At the eastern gate of Kyntuma, sometimes called the city of ice, there are sounds of an approaching army. Clashing of steal and iron and the roar of flames can be heard from all the way in the center of the huge city. The light blue glow of the natural landscape is interrupted by the bright orangey-red glow of what seems to be a mighty blaze. As the blaze moves closer and closer toward the great city it seems to get larger and larger, the citizens flee for their lives, and the guards take their positions. The blaze suddenly stops about 30 yards from the eastern gate. The guards stand ready for an attack. The flames flicker and disappear into what seems to be a huge soldier wearing dark reddish tinted full plate mail armor with a helmet shaped like a tiger’s head, and a huge sword sheathed on his side. “A single soldier?!” jests a guard. An arrow shoots from the clouds and pierces thought the guard’s breastplate. The single soldier begins to move closer toward the gate, and the guards advance to stop him. As each guard reaches the soldier they fall as if struck down by a divine force. The soldier continues forward with out hesitation or even acknowledging the guard’s attempts to stop him. The commander of the guards bursts into the throne room. “What is it loyal guard?” asks the Emperor. “”The soldier…he has destroyed more than half my men!” replied the guard with great fear, “He hasn’t even drawn his sword yet…and he’s destroyed some of my best men!” The Emperor looks down on the commander and says in disgust, “my guards…destroyed by a single man…who hasn’t even raised a weapon!?” the Emperor gets to his feet pushes the guard aside and barges out of the throne room. Just as the doors swing open the Emperor drops his scepter drops and it shatters. The commander stands up to see a man wearing a dark green cloak and a black velvet mask holding the king by the scruff in his huge hands. “Please…No!” the king pleads for his life. The man pulls the Emperor closer to his face. “I am not here to harm you!” the man tells the quivering Emperor. The man rushes past the commander and throws the throne to the door, slamming it shut and jamming it closed just as the soldier reaches it. “Follow me!” yells the man to the commander as he descends down the secret passage hidden by the throne. The soldier begins to slam and thrash at the door but strange bluish green sparks fly off the hinges and cracks. A mighty roar comes from outside the door and the slamming stops as the secret passage disappears.. The city of ice lay in ruins as the soldier stands atop a mound of dead guards and townsfolk, a smug grin can be seen through the small slits in his tiger helmet. He draws his huge black bastard sword and points it toward the sky. A dark cloud forms around the center of the city with the sound of chaos and death. The sword becomes a large black bird and flies into the dark cloud of chaos, as the soldier becomes a huge dark red tiger. The tiger runs toward the southern gate setting the area on fire as he passes through the now ruined city. A final guard stands in fear at the southern gate apparently protecting something, brandishing one of the worst fashioned long swords ever. The huge tiger creeps up to the guard and smells him as the guard whimpers and shakes with fear. With a deep scratchy voice the tiger speaks, “You are NOT worth my time!’ and then hurdles the gigantic gate. The guard faints and reveals the young girl he was protecting. She was wearing torn up royal garbs and was clenching a blue crystal dagger with the symbol of water etched into it. ---End Session 1---
Info: Blah blah blah...2nd part...woot, now it looses all sence...teehee! Try your hardest to visualize things until i get em up...okies...thx byee! -brief backround- Naru is a short boy...4'8" 98lbs, 14 yrs old...and lives with a girl that pretends to care about him (your basic mooch that needed someone to buy her stuff and make her feel better). he has brown eyes and short blackish hair. He has a job at Goofy Burger in the mall,. He has his moments of depression like any other teenager, but he always feels like he doesnt belong... he cannot rememebr where his rents went...or why he lives alone with this horrible girl. -symbolism- I have always been pretty damn short so I made Naru incredibly short. The mooch gf is a symbol of how i was used a lot in my life to make others happy, no biggy I don't dwell anymore. Goofy Burger is your basic horrible food job...never liked working w/ food...but I love cooking go figure. I am very anti social and get depressed pretty easy, blah blah, no biggy. Oviously the rents dissapearing on Naru is cuz my rents always focused on my sis and ignored me...but like I said I no longer dwell...this writing is realy just a fun way to get over stuff...and hopefully entertain. ENJOY!!!	Scene 2: The Beginning A young man wakes up from what seems to be a horrible nightmare, sweating and screaming. He holds his head breathing heavily as his ‘girlfriend’ wakes up turns around and falls back asleep mumbling, “you got work in 3 hours…go back to sleep.” He turns to the window and sees the usual brick wall and window peering into an empty storage room he always sees when he looks outside from his apartment. 2 ½ hours later he wakes up to the smell of bacon being fried and toast burning. He sits up, hits the wall and shouts, “Mrs. Grimble!!! Your toast is burning again!!!’ he turns to see his girlfriend holding a pillow over her head and still sleeping.” Wake up honey,” he says as he nudges her softly, “I need my ride to work.” She rolls over and picks up the keys to their mini-van off the dresser. “Drive yourself I need another hour or 2” she grumbles as she puts another pillow over her head. He puts the keys back on the dresser and leaves the room, grabbing his work cloths on the way out. “She knows I don’t have my driver’s license yet,” he thinks as he walks down the narrow hallway putting on his cloths. He puts on the red khakis 1st, the light blue polo shirt, then the rainbow suspenders, and finally the pins and buttons. He looks at himself in the mirror and adjusts his nametag with the stupid clown face on it bearing his name, Naru Chushin. He cringes at his horrible name and says to his reflection in a sly voice, “But you my fine lady can call me ‘N’!” he snaps his fingers and winks. Naru looks in to see if his ‘girlfriend’ has woken up yet, but like usual she has’t.”8:15, I better get going!” he says as he looks at his watch, “love you honey!!!” Like usual he has to walk to work all the way up town at the mall. Parts of his dream keep popping into his head, the Emperor, the commander, and the little princess. They all seemed so real to him, even the tiger-man. As he passed by Mari’s Wok, his favorite Chinese restaurant, he noticed a ”closing” sign in the window. With a shocked look on his face, he burst into the empty restaurant. “Mr. Fumiyaki!? What’s going on?” he yelled as he frantically looked for his old friend. He had always eaten there on his way back from work and listened to Mr. Fumiyaki’s old Chinese stories. He found Jace, Mr. Fumiyaki’s son, crying in the corner of the kitchen. “He’s gone! He just up and died on me!” Jace cried out in anger and frustration. “He had a heart attack, they told me it was from fear, but dad wasn’t afraid of any thing…nothing!” “What?! He was tougher than steal! How could he have a heart attack?” Naru yelled in pain. “They’re forcing me to close the restaurant…I have to clear everything out of it and our apartment upstairs. Then they’re gunna put me in an orphanage.” Jace whimpered as he stood up and started toward the stairs to his apartment. Jace was only 13, his mother died before they moved to America, and his dad opened up the restaurant in honor of her. The restaurant never did any better than about 10 paying customers a day, most people just used it as a hang out or a place to hold club meetings and play RPGs. Mr. Fumiyaki didn’t mind the people as long as they didn’t cause any trouble, which they never did. Mr. Fumiyaki usually joined in a game or 2 of Dungeons and Dragons, and always whomped everyone else’s pathetic characters. He always had long intergraded stories that were connected to each character he made, Naru’s favorite was the one named after him, Naru Hakken: the Black Wolf of Seaderwood. Mr. Fumiyaki had characters named after all his favorite customers and even his son, Jace Kumoken: the Southern Spider. Now he was gone forever. As Naru and Jace rummaged through all of Mr. Fumiyaki’s belongings, boxing up the good stuff and tossing out the funky stuff, Naru saw the time on the clock, “10:57!!! My God I’m late!!!” he hopped up and ran out, “I’ll be back in a little while Jace!!! Don’t worry, I’ll get out of work!” Naru rushed in through the employee’s entrance and runs into a lumbering hunk of fat, sweat, and B.O. “Mr. Dawson, sorry I’m late. My friend’s father just…” “You are fired!!!” Mr. Dawson exclaimed with out listening to Naru’s reason for being late, “You need to learn responsibility and I don’t need you coming in late everyday!” This seemed like an odd thing for Mr. Dawson to say seeing as though Naru was always on time even though he usually had to walk 4 miles across tough terrain. Naru decided not to rebut, and ran strait out the door back to Mari’s Wok. When he finally got back to the restaurant all of the windows had been smashed, but they weren’t inward they were outward like something had exploded from inside. Naru ran inside and saw nothing but a cleared out building, everything was gone. He ran up the stairs into the apartment, and there was nothing. “Jace, where are you!?” he yelled, “I told you I’d be right back!” the wind blew in through an open window, knocking 1 pile of papers off the windowsill. Naru picked them up and examined them, they were7 pictures of what looked like Chinese warriors with Chinese writing along the sides. As he looked at them closer he remembered his dreams, the tiger-man and the man in the cloak were 2 of the pictures, even the little girl and the guard were in the pictures. Had He seen these before, and he was recalling them in his dreams, or did Mr. Fumiyaki some how know about his dreams? These thoughts ran through Naru’s brain as he looked at the other pictures he had never seen. He looked outside, and it was dark already. He looked at his watch, ”How can it be 8:30 already!?” he asked himself. He put the pictures in his pocket and took off for home. He couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else was, the streets were surprisingly empty, not a soul. He got into his apartment building and made his way up the stairs. He smelled toast burning again, “Hey Mrs. Grimble, what are you doing burning toast at this late in the night?” Mrs. Grimble opened the door and peered out at Naru, “What do you mean late? It’s 7:20 in the morning!” he jumped back in horror, and ran to his apartment’s door. He fumbled with the keys forgetting what one was for his apartment. As he put the key in the hole, it disintegrated into a pile of sand-like rust as if it were 100 years old. He grabbed his head in frustration and tugged at his hair. A shocked look appeared on his face, he held his hair up to his eyes, his once short black hair was now extremely long and bright green. The smells in the air around him changed from burning toast into what seemed like burning coals and burning plastic. Naru tried to run but the floorboards beneath him wiggled and waved like gelatin. The apartment building began to melt, like ice cream on a summer day Naru struggled to regain his balance but was hit in the head with one of Mrs. Grimble’s frying pans, knocking him out cold. ---End Session 2---
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Lilith©CAPCOM

Below will be some short stories either written by me or sent to my by their aurthors...please do not steal them, the authors to me are artists of the written/typed word...and thus should be respected...please enjoy, and if u feel that you have some 'big ones' send me your story to be added to the list(i'm very generouse and will put up just about anything...plz keep it somewhat clean so I don't get canned)
---If you wish to send me some of your art(drawings, stories, etc.) I would love it...interpritations of characters in stories would be wonderfull to add to the emptyness of the info section after the introduction.

INFO:To start this page off i guess I will finaly start to publish my story I've been working on. It is very odd, and doesn't make any sence...mostly because it is based loosly on my life. It can be somewhat understood w/ a little 'cheat sheet' I will hide on my site soon, but until then enjoy the story of..."NARU CHUSHIN"(thats not the title...i STILL haven't thought of one yet)

THIS IS A WARNING TO ANYONE WHO READS THIS…THIS STORY IS FAR FROM BEING FINISHED, IT WILL BE THIS WAY FOR A LONG TIME, THIS IS A HUGE PROJECT I HOPE TO EVENTUALY TURN INTO AN ANIME OR COMIC (HENCE WHY THE DESCRIPTIONS CAN BE BLAND) A LOT OF THIS STORY IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I WISH I COULD PASTE IT ALL TOGETHER BUT THAT’LL TAKE A WHILE.
Scene 1: Dream?

At the eastern gate of Kyntuma, sometimes called the city of ice, there are sounds of an approaching army. Clashing of steal and iron and the roar of flames can be heard from all the way in the center of the huge city. The light blue glow of the natural landscape is interrupted by the bright orangey-red glow of what seems to be a mighty blaze. As the blaze moves closer and closer toward the great city it seems to get larger and larger, the citizens flee for their lives, and the guards take their positions.
The blaze suddenly stops about 30 yards from the eastern gate. The guards stand ready for an attack.
The flames flicker and disappear into what seems to be a huge soldier wearing dark reddish tinted full plate mail armor with a helmet shaped like a tiger’s head, and a huge sword sheathed on his side.
“A single soldier?!” jests a guard. An arrow shoots from the clouds and pierces thought the guard’s breastplate. The single soldier begins to move closer toward the gate, and the guards advance to stop him. As each guard reaches the soldier they fall as if struck down by a divine force. The soldier continues forward with out hesitation or even acknowledging the guard’s attempts to stop him.
The commander of the guards bursts into the throne room.
“What is it loyal guard?” asks the Emperor.
“”The soldier…he has destroyed more than half my men!” replied the guard with great fear, “He hasn’t even drawn his sword yet…and he’s destroyed some of my best men!”
The Emperor looks down on the commander and says in disgust, “my guards…destroyed by a single man…who hasn’t even raised a weapon!?” the Emperor gets to his feet pushes the guard aside and barges out of the throne room.
Just as the doors swing open the Emperor drops his scepter drops and it shatters. The commander stands up to see a man wearing a dark green cloak and a black velvet mask holding the king by the scruff in his huge hands. “Please…No!” the king pleads for his life.
The man pulls the Emperor closer to his face. “I am not here to harm you!” the man tells the quivering Emperor. The man rushes past the commander and throws the throne to the door, slamming it shut and jamming it closed just as the soldier reaches it. “Follow me!” yells the man to the commander as he descends down the secret passage hidden by the throne.
The soldier begins to slam and thrash at the door but strange bluish green sparks fly off the hinges and cracks. A mighty roar comes from outside the door and the slamming stops as the secret passage disappears..
The city of ice lay in ruins as the soldier stands atop a mound of dead guards and townsfolk, a smug grin can be seen through the small slits in his tiger helmet. He draws his huge black bastard sword and points it toward the sky. A dark cloud forms around the center of the city with the sound of chaos and death. The sword becomes a large black bird and flies into the dark cloud of chaos, as the soldier becomes a huge dark red tiger. The tiger runs toward the southern gate setting the area on fire as he passes through the now ruined city. A final guard stands in fear at the southern gate apparently protecting something, brandishing one of the worst fashioned long swords ever. The huge tiger creeps up to the guard and smells him as the guard whimpers and shakes with fear. With a deep scratchy voice the tiger speaks, “You are NOT worth my time!’ and then hurdles the gigantic gate. The guard faints and reveals the young girl he was protecting. She was wearing torn up royal garbs and was clenching a blue crystal dagger with the symbol of water etched into it.
---End Session 1---

Info: Blah blah blah...2nd part...woot, now it looses all sence...teehee! Try your hardest to visualize things until i get em up...okies...thx byee!

-brief backround-

Naru is a short boy...4'8" 98lbs, 14 yrs old...and lives with a girl that pretends to care about him (your basic mooch that needed someone to buy her stuff and make her feel better). he has brown eyes and short blackish hair. He has a job at Goofy Burger in the mall,. He has his moments of depression like any other teenager, but he always feels like he doesnt belong...
he cannot rememebr where his rents went...or why he lives alone with this horrible girl.

-symbolism-

I have always been pretty damn short so I made Naru incredibly short. The mooch gf is a symbol of how i was used a lot in my life to make others happy, no biggy I don't dwell anymore. Goofy Burger is your basic horrible food job...never liked working w/ food...but I love cooking go figure. I am very anti social and get depressed pretty easy, blah blah, no biggy. Oviously the rents dissapearing on Naru is cuz my rents always focused on my sis and ignored me...but like I said I no longer dwell...this writing is realy just a fun way to get over stuff...and hopefully entertain.

ENJOY!!!

Scene 2: The Beginning
A young man wakes up from what seems to be a horrible nightmare, sweating and screaming. He holds his head breathing heavily as his ‘girlfriend’ wakes up turns around and falls back asleep mumbling, “you got work in 3 hours…go back to sleep.” He turns to the window and sees the usual brick wall and window peering into an empty storage room he always sees when he looks outside from his apartment.
2 ½ hours later he wakes up to the smell of bacon being fried and toast burning. He sits up, hits the wall and shouts, “Mrs. Grimble!!! Your toast is burning again!!!’ he turns to see his girlfriend holding a pillow over her head and still sleeping.” Wake up honey,” he says as he nudges her softly, “I need my ride to work.”
She rolls over and picks up the keys to their mini-van off the dresser. “Drive yourself I need another hour or 2” she grumbles as she puts another pillow over her head.
He puts the keys back on the dresser and leaves the room, grabbing his work cloths on the way out. “She knows I don’t have my driver’s license yet,” he thinks as he walks down the narrow hallway putting on his cloths. He puts on the red khakis 1st, the light blue polo shirt, then the rainbow suspenders, and finally the pins and buttons. He looks at himself in the mirror and adjusts his nametag with the stupid clown face on it bearing his name, Naru Chushin. He cringes at his horrible name and says to his reflection in a sly voice, “But you my fine lady can call me ‘N’!” he snaps his fingers and winks.
Naru looks in to see if his ‘girlfriend’ has woken up yet, but like usual she has’t.”8:15, I better get going!” he says as he looks at his watch, “love you honey!!!”
Like usual he has to walk to work all the way up town at the mall. Parts of his dream keep popping into his head, the Emperor, the commander, and the little princess. They all seemed so real to him, even the tiger-man. As he passed by Mari’s Wok, his favorite Chinese restaurant, he noticed a ”closing” sign in the window. With a shocked look on his face, he burst into the empty restaurant. “Mr. Fumiyaki!? What’s going on?” he yelled as he frantically looked for his old friend. He had always eaten there on his way back from work and listened to Mr. Fumiyaki’s old Chinese stories.
He found Jace, Mr. Fumiyaki’s son, crying in the corner of the kitchen. “He’s gone! He just up and died on me!” Jace cried out in anger and frustration. “He had a heart attack, they told me it was from fear, but dad wasn’t afraid of any thing…nothing!”
“What?! He was tougher than steal! How could he have a heart attack?” Naru yelled in pain.
“They’re forcing me to close the restaurant…I have to clear everything out of it and our apartment upstairs. Then they’re gunna put me in an orphanage.” Jace whimpered as he stood up and started toward the stairs to his apartment.
Jace was only 13, his mother died before they moved to America, and his dad opened up the restaurant in honor of her. The restaurant never did any better than about 10 paying customers a day, most people just used it as a hang out or a place to hold club meetings and play RPGs. Mr. Fumiyaki didn’t mind the people as long as they didn’t cause any trouble, which they never did. Mr. Fumiyaki usually joined in a game or 2 of Dungeons and Dragons, and always whomped everyone else’s pathetic characters. He always had long intergraded stories that were connected to each character he made, Naru’s favorite was the one named after him, Naru Hakken: the Black Wolf of Seaderwood. Mr. Fumiyaki had characters named after all his favorite customers and even his son, Jace Kumoken: the Southern Spider. Now he was gone forever.
As Naru and Jace rummaged through all of Mr. Fumiyaki’s belongings, boxing up the good stuff and tossing out the funky stuff, Naru saw the time on the clock, “10:57!!! My God I’m late!!!” he hopped up and ran out, “I’ll be back in a little while Jace!!! Don’t worry, I’ll get out of work!”
Naru rushed in through the employee’s entrance and runs into a lumbering hunk of fat, sweat, and B.O. “Mr. Dawson, sorry I’m late. My friend’s father just…”
“You are fired!!!” Mr. Dawson exclaimed with out listening to Naru’s reason for being late, “You need to learn responsibility and I don’t need you coming in late everyday!” This seemed like an odd thing for Mr. Dawson to say seeing as though Naru was always on time even though he usually had to walk 4 miles across tough terrain. Naru decided not to rebut, and ran strait out the door back to Mari’s Wok.
When he finally got back to the restaurant all of the windows had been smashed, but they weren’t inward they were outward like something had exploded from inside. Naru ran inside and saw nothing but a cleared out building, everything was gone. He ran up the stairs into the apartment, and there was nothing. “Jace, where are you!?” he yelled, “I told you I’d be right back!” the wind blew in through an open window, knocking 1 pile of papers off the windowsill. Naru picked them up and examined them, they were7 pictures of what looked like Chinese warriors with Chinese writing along the sides. As he looked at them closer he remembered his dreams, the tiger-man and the man in the cloak were 2 of the pictures, even the little girl and the guard were in the pictures. Had He seen these before, and he was recalling them in his dreams, or did Mr. Fumiyaki some how know about his dreams? These thoughts ran through Naru’s brain as he looked at the other pictures he had never seen. He looked outside, and it was dark already. He looked at his watch, ”How can it be 8:30 already!?” he asked himself. He put the pictures in his pocket and took off for home.
He couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else was, the streets were surprisingly empty, not a soul. He got into his apartment building and made his way up the stairs. He smelled toast burning again, “Hey Mrs. Grimble, what are you doing burning toast at this late in the night?”
Mrs. Grimble opened the door and peered out at Naru, “What do you mean late? It’s 7:20 in the morning!”
he jumped back in horror, and ran to his apartment’s door.
He fumbled with the keys forgetting what one was for his apartment. As he put the key in the hole, it disintegrated into a pile of sand-like rust as if it were 100 years old. He grabbed his head in frustration and tugged at his hair. A shocked look appeared on his face, he held his hair up to his eyes, his once short black hair was now extremely long and bright green.
The smells in the air around him changed from burning toast into what seemed like burning coals and burning plastic. Naru tried to run but the floorboards beneath him wiggled and waved like gelatin. The apartment building began to melt, like ice cream on a summer day Naru struggled to regain his balance but was hit in the head with one of Mrs. Grimble’s frying pans, knocking him out cold.
---End Session 2---

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