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Log; Ongoing

When; July 22, Early Afternoon
Rating; G
Characters; Futch

goya_wyrm and Kisara

bewd_girl
Summary; The dragon boy and the dragon girl as roommates!
Log;
It had been almost a month. Almost a month since Tyr and Viki had left, and therefore living at the rune shop was almost painful, knowing that what had once been a place bustling with the stars of destiny was now quiet and mostly empty. And after that almost month of living in trees, Xanadu, and a random apartment or two, it would be nice to have a place to call home.

Futch didn't have much to carry, mostly things for Bright, and what he did have he piled into a box, the food for lunch placed carefully on top.

"Shall we then, Bright?" Futch asked and received a cheerful chirp in response.

The walk to the temple was a pleasant one; it was a nice day and there were no curses, so Futch hummed a song to himself while Bright clung to his back and growled not so menacingly at passing birds.

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Futch frowned. "Is your finger all right?"

He bent down and rummaged through his box for the first aid supplies he had acquired after that incident with the vampire, meanwhile stealing glances around the room.

"I definitely don't mind exploring, but maybe we can put something on the door, so you'll know where to return to? Although this place is pretty big, so I bet it's easy to get lost... Ahhh, I've met Kira before, he's a good guy. He helped me learn a few computer tricks. I should introduce you to Riou, Sierra and Jeane. They're all good people from my world..."

And, finally, Futch found the elusive first aid kit and offered it to Kisara.

She blinked at the kit.

"Uh? What's that?"

Futch laughed nervously and stood up straight.

"It's a first aid kit. Pretty useful thing, it has medicine and bandages in case you get hurt. If your finger really hurts, maybe we can put something on it so it will feel better?"

"Oh! I'm fine, really!

She considered what he'd said before offering the kit.

"I'd put my name on the door except--say, Futch, can you read?"

Futch nodded, but then smiled sadly. "Yeah, I can read, I...take it you can't?"

Futch put the first aid kit back in the box and gently shooed Bright away, who was digging around for something to eat.

"Maybe I can help you learn? In the meantime, maybe we can put something on the door that you'd recognize right away?"

Kisara chose her words carefully before speaking.

"Where I come from, reading is only taught to very important and intelligent people. Most people can't read.... Ky said he'd teach me, but it would probably be easier if you taught me. That is, if you wouldn't mind...."

She went to a closet and pulled out several types of raw food items, offering a few to Bright, assuming he was hungry.

"I think marking the door is a good idea, though. What do you suggest?"

"I see...Well, I can teach you to read! I can buy some books or we can go to the library and study there! It's a little daunting at first, but you get the hang of it pretty quickly."

Futch smiled fondly when Bright gratefully took the food from Kisara's hands and chirped cheerfully up at her.

"As for something to put on the door, ahhh..." Futch rummaged in his box again and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and doodled quickly. "I know that this is something that I'll never forget," Futch said and held up the paper (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y251/liete/SuikoRuneDragon.jpg).

Kisara's face brightened in delight at his offer.

"Thank you.... That's a funny-looking symbol, though," she mused, patting Bright on the head somewhat nervously. "What's it mean?"

"It's the Dragon Rune. In my world, everything exists because of the 27 True Runes, or that's how the story goes anyway... The Dragon Rune is what allows dragons to exist in my world, so I'll never forget what it looks like..." Futch trailed off there, as he was starting to remember how homesick he was again, and shook his head.

He noticed Kisara's hesitance as she patted Bright on the head and smiled slightly. "Bright's friendly, don't worry. He's been around people his whole life, and he listens to what I tell him, so it's all right."

Kisara looked up, slightly startled.

"Oh, uh, I just didn't know if I was supposed to touch him, that's all. I'm certain he's very nice...."

She patted the small dragon again, as if to prove it.

"What's... what's your world like, Futch? Or do you not like talking about it? I know you must miss it."

"I do miss it," Futch admitted, "especially since most of the other people that were here from my world left.

"But I'll talk about it, if you like. When I was younger, before I found Bright and before my first dragon died, I used to go flying all over the world when I had the free time. My world is really a beautiful place, even though it seems like we're always at war..."

Futch thought about that for a moment. Out of the fifteen years he'd been alive, how many had been spent in true peace? And when he grew up, there was at least one more war he'd inevitably get involved in again.

He shook his head again. "Anyway, there's plenty of lands to see, a nation made up of islands and a grasslands to name a couple. There's dog and cat people who look like animals, but are just like any human. Lizards, ducks and beavers like that, too! And then there's runes, which are what grant us magic, among other things-"

Futch stopped short and laughed nervously. "Now I'm probably talking too much, huh?"

Kisara shook her head fervently.

"No, no, you're not. I like hearing about other worlds, really. Yours sounds wonderful...."

Her eyes went to the still-unpacked box on the floor.

"Oh, do you need help unpacking anything? You can talk all you want about your home in the meantime, if it makes you feel better."

Futch waved his arms and shook his head. "It's all right, I can unpack everything myself.

"What else to say about my world, though? I've been involved in two wars...two gatherings, I suppose. The 108 Stars of Destiny coming together to fight for a common goal... My star is the least star of earth, but I try not to put too much stock into that. Just the fact that I got the chance to fight alongside people like Tyr and Riou was a great honor for me..."

Futch picked up his box from the floor and smiled nervously. "Is there anywhere specific I should put this?"

"I've cleared off that side of the room for you, so you could put your things there, if you want," Kisara explained, motioning to one are that was vaguely more empty than the rest of the barren room.

"So many wars? Aren't wars terrible, though...? And you're only fifteen--uh, unless that's old enough to fight in your world!"

The last bit she added hastily, worried that he'd think her pretentious for commenting on age.

Futch nodded and placed his box in the empty area, before taking things out and setting them on the floor.

"I guess...I am pretty young for that, but I was eleven when I fought in the Gate Rune War, and even before then I was training to be a Dragon Knight, so I've been learning to fight since I was very young, not that that's a good thing... Sadly, I've seen people younger than I am involved in wars, too."

Futch found the bag of food he had brought with him and brought it back over to Kisara.

"... Say, Futch," she said, feeling a subject change was needed. "Would you like to eat outside? It's a nice day, and Bright won't have to be stuck in here with nothing to do."

Futch smiled. "If you'd like, that would be nice."

He turned around and motioned to Bright. "Hey Bright, we'll go play outside, okay?"

She laughed.

"I guess I'm going to have to get some things for him to play with. Maybe I could figure out how to summon my dragon...."

She turned to the door. "How do you suggest we put your rune on the door?"

"I try not to keep Bright cooped up for that reason. We spend most of our time wandering the city or in Xanadu so that neither of us gets bored."

Futch stared at the door for a moment. "Maybe we could carve it on there?"

Kisara looked quizzically at the door.

"Carve it? With what? Anyway, I suppose I'll spend more time in Xanadu in the future.... Is there anything I can put in here so when he does have to be inside, he won't, er... eat things... or something?"

"Do you have a knife? Or I guess we could just put my drawing on the door for now and maybe we can buy something in the Square? I'm sure they could make a carving of some kind."

Futch laughed. "If anything, he chews on me, but the kind of toys they sell for dogs here seem to entertain him if you'd like."

She chuckled, amused at his description of the small dragon's antics.

"Oh, I don't keep knives in here," Kisara added, shaking her head. "Someone else in the Temple would probably have one, though.... Oh, what about Bright? Does he... uh, breathe fire or something...? If the door is wood, he could burn it maybe...."

She put a hand to her chin, scrutinizing the door thoughtfully.

Futch scratched his head and stared down at Bright, who beamed up at him in response.

"He can breathe fire, but he's not coordinated enough to make a specific marking. Although a charred door might be a marking in itself..."

"Oh, that's what I meant, really," Kisara explained sheepishly.

"Though, I suppose a burned door would attract too much attention...."

"It would be hard to miss that way? You'd be able to find your way back easily, just look for the burned door!"

Though Futch wasn't too keen on the idea, it was probably the best course of action for the moment.

"That's true," she replied thoughtfully. "And I can probably get a new door later."

She looked down at Bright, raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"What do you say, Bright?"

Futch shifted his attention down to Bright, knowing full-well what his opinion on the matter would be.

The dragon in question chirped enthusiastically and flapped his wings slightly to accentuate the point.

Futch grinned and looked back up at Kisara. "He doesn't mind at all."

The girl laughed.

"That's what I thought."

A soft rumbling sound came from her stomach. Kisara smiled sheepishly.

"Well, let's get this over with. I'm getting hungry...."

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