Hey there Layne! Merry christmas! Here you have a fic about Whammu since you said you liked him! I like stories about their past so I wrote something about it, hope you like it! Sorry it doesn’t have any of the R18 things you asked for tho. I hope you pass some great holidays and have an awesome 2016! I had a lot of fun writing this!
The unknown world was still too grand; so much you would have needed an eternal life to search in it something as tiny as a rock. But they didn’t lacked time, not at all. They had started they search, their travel, already hundreds, even thousands, of years ago, still unaware of what they needed for their dreams to come true. They had started too far way in time, with the race of humans still too little, still too young, still too afraid. As they have made their way through the world, always with the clear objective of overcoming the foe that forced them to hide in caves interrupting their efforts, the primitive race that called itself “human” had grown stronger. From cattle to warriors and poets.
“Poets? As if the likes of them could attempt something like that” ACDC would laugh at those pretentious words, before speaking highly and mighty about the clan they came from. That ancient clan that had been wiped from the Earth so many hundredths of years ago.
Whammu would never contradict such words, concealing whichever doubts or contradictions his heart might have. He was there only to serve the will of Master Kars. It was not his right to contradict what he was told or to doubt what he was taught. And se he would keep on going, silent and obedient. Even if he wasn’t completely sure humans were as low as ACDC said them to be, he still believed Kars’ absolute superiority to be an absolute truth, and therefore, he never felt like there was any need to speak up his doubts.
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The distant moon highlighting the shapes of the moving trees, their branches shaking to the warm breeze of midsummer with a melodic sound, accompanied the walk of 4 shadows. The sound of crickets and the cry of cicadas filled the air, interrupted only by the distant howling of wolves. The tall grass of places no one has ever walked by opened like a path to their steps, drips of night dew getting a hold of their skin and clothes as they advanced further.
Whammu, still the face of a child, looked at the moon with stars in his eyes, envying the ability of the human poets to make ballads on the spot. The cheerful music followed by poems and stories told around the fire and drinks, was a human costume they sometimes spotted in their travels, when crossing some of the few existing cities and took the chance to taste the flavors attained only by men turned into vampires.
He doubted ACDC or even Master Kars would pay much attention to the songs and poems they would hear, as they always seemed to look down in the small knowledge of humans. For him however, it was a strangely attractive form of art, which remained in his head as he tried to understand the hiding meanings and feelings written on its words.
May thy light be fair to me!
May thy course be smooth to me!
If good to me is thy beginning,
Seven times better be thine end,
Thou fai-r moon of the seasons,
Thou great lamp of grace!
“What was that?” The sudden question, raised to his out-loud recalling of some poem, made him jump a bit, a knot forming in the back of his throat.
“A…poem” He explained, lowering his clear eyes from the sky to the ground, avoiding looking at the other straight to the eye.
“I don’t recall such a poem.” As expected from Master Kars, his words always sounded calm as exquisite as a quiet river.
“It’s… a human poem” He replied in low spirits.
He felt the eyes fixed on him turning colder and sharper. Prepared from now another punishment like those ACDC would sometimes strike over him, he clenched his fists and closed his mouth. But there was no such thing as a hit or kick.
“Whammu, I expect you haven’t forgot. Human values mean nothing to us”
To those words, only ones spoken on that matter, followed the sound of steps moving away from there. The shadow that Kars had casted over the ground disappearing as well from the sight of Whammu. When he lifter his eyes from the earth, his master was already walking far ahead of him.
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Human values.
In the poetry he liked to hear, it was certainly present. For a race that would kill each other in brutal ways and forget their ways to fall into depravation to the slightest chance, their values formed a surprisingly strong structure of duty. A code. A way of living. Like the gladiators at the roman circus or the fighters of the Nordic lands. Like the tribes of African desserts or the champions of the forest in the land on the other side of the sea. Like the bushido from that far away island that lived on rice. Humans who fought were called warriors and lived by that code earnestly. And Whammu found himself admiring them even when he had been taught not to.
However, his younger self didn’t attempted to follow such a code. It wasn’t more than an illusion, he thought, as all the humans he ever met were nothing but liars and cheaters. The ones that sometimes tried to kill them used lies to get close to them and tramps to make up for their weakness.
Whammu thought such stupid actions only showed how weak humans were.
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At some point in time, master Kars have started to hate humans. Of course, he had never been fond of them, but Whammu was pretty sure at the start he just couldn’t have cared about them. Like inferior beings that believed to be the blessed ones, they were to be ignored at best. Just a tasty meal for some special days.
But as time passed they became more and more of a pest. Between themselves they lied and cheated and killed and robbed, they fell into depravity and destroyed everything around them. With their cities becoming bigger, their conflicts more sickening to the Earth.
He remembered seeing master Kars raging at some sacrifice of goats, the savage humans just bathing themselves in the blood before throwing away the corpses.
“They should all just die”
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There were some great strategist in the times they walked over the earth. ACDC seemed to appreciate the works of some of them, even thought they were human. He never used the word “learning” when he talk about the influence some of them had in him as a strategist, but he could somehow accept those kind of things.
Humans had been evolving very slowly in all those thousands of years and they were striving to get closer to them.
Like seeing children learning to use things for the first time, Whammu observed them with curiosity hoping there would be the time the codes they talked about became true.
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One day, Hamon appeared in their path, as a boy that could hardly be called a man, trying to end them as he talked about ending their evil and bringing peace. He held to life with claws and teeth until the very end and was the first one to ever fight for so long with them. Still, he could not dream of winning against them and found a painful death. He didn’t used traps or lies, like the rest. Like in the codes of war he admired, he asked for a rightful duel, and fought to the end with pride and determination.
Whammu eventually forgot his name, but the word warrior ended up forever tied to the image of that boy.
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Hamon kept getting in their way after that. It probably took several generations, training until bring to perfection such a delicate art, which at some point finally became strong enough to be of any use in combat, but for beings that had lived for so long, the spark of the sun that resisted to their rule seemed to appear out of nowhere.
It didn’t mattered how many of them they defeated, they just kept appearing. One after the other. If they were to be described in a word, that should be heroic. They were weak and they continued to die to their hands, but there was something about the way they just kept fighting, that Whammu found… charming.
Before he noticed himself, he had started to talk like a warrior himself. About one on one fights, and honor, and loyalty and values.
But those were human values.
“And were not human” ACDC had said at some moment.
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Once they found a dog that had been poisoned. He was in a horrible shape and had also been tortured. The taste of humans for fun was sometimes so disgusting he could throw up at the sight of it.
Master Kars would burn a whole city after that.
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Even if ACDC and even Santana would enjoy to get some heated up fights once in a while, searching for the worthy ones for that, they didn’t followed the code of the warriors by heart. They had a bigger goal and they believe to the core they were beings who need not to be tied by such trivial codes.
However, his actions weren’t banned. It was probably because master Kars found some kind of amusement in it. Or maybe because he tried to leave a space for his decisions. Whammu never got to be sure about that. He only knew that master Kars would dismiss his mistakes with a smile, as forgiving a mischievous child. Of course, for master Kars those kind of things were unnecessary.
He was in a different league that could not be contained by such childish things. Not only a supreme being but also a genius between his pairs. Casted away as he chased the glory of conquering the fear that everyone else had. To be fair, Whammu knew nothing about their clan besides the stories sometimes ACDC would tell them about it, and like Santana, he could have just ignored the past. But sometimes, when master Kars’ eyes streamed over the starry sky, he could notice a faint scratch of a lonely genius no one understood.
Was the sun worth so much? He wondered sometimes. Since he remembered, they had always chase after the sun, searching for a way of standing under it. However, he couldn’t see what they could do on the day that they couldn’t in the night.
He never asked because he was sure it was something only a genius like master Kars could understand.
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The warriors of Hamon were to be exterminated. They decided it at some moment, after being interrupted in their search for the Red Stone of Aja so many times, and they followed the plan. They searched for every last of them and killed them.
“You are too naive”
The child he couldn’t kill by himself, strained by the chains of honor he tied himself with, was killed by his master as a show of the difference between them. He was still weak and inexperienced, he noticed at that moment.
And that was exactly why being a warrior suited him. It was to make up for his own weakness that some strict rules and a set of values had to be followed. And that’s why master Kars didn’t needed it.
He could pity humans because he wasn’t that much better himself.
“If they kill and destroy for fun” master Kars said once, when hearing the hesitation in Whammu’s heart “there‘s no reason to pity them. No reason to put ourselves to their level. And no reason for you to believe you’re in their same side” when he would said it like that, even Whammu thought he was right.
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The stone being lost and their strength being drained, they were made to wait in sleep for two thousand years. It wasn’t that long compared to the time they had lived and roamed around the Earth. Things would probably be the same once they woke up.
He wasn’t wrong when he thought like that.
Maybe there were more humans, and some “technology” he could have never dream of seeing. But it wasn’t something that would reduce the distance between the two species. Moreover, the same warriors that had caused them trouble in the past were here again. The warriors of Hamon, of the sun.
They had pride and honor and strength, even if they were weak. And it was because of that they somehow grew strong. Strong enough to finish with Santana and even stronger to beat ACDC. Strong enough to hurt him.
One of them, he killed him. He was a good warrior. He fought to the very end. It made him remember of that first boy that attacked them so many years ago. He left his last will for his companion to find it.
The second one, he was strong but he was strange. He didn’t followed the code as strongly as he did. He talked a lot and cheated a lot. But he was a good warrior as well.
They weren’t like those who killed for fun and destroyed just because. Not like those who would take advantage of the weaker ones. For Kars there was no difference, but for Whammu there was. And maybe, it was because of that naivety that he was defeated.
They were so close, already having got a hold of the Red Stone and having defeated one of the enemies that stood on their path. He, himself, was so close of see what he had given his life for, but he couldn’t. Even so, he wasn’t as frustrated as he thought he would be. Maybe because it wasn’t his own dream to defeat the Sun. Maybe because he never thought seeing the light of it was such a big deal.
He preferred the poetry of men, the strength of their will and the sincerity of their codes of honor. For him, that never consider himself to be a genius, only useful in battles as he was just a warrior, his end was everything he could have expected of it. He had followed the code and he had fought with great warriors. He was satisfied.
He wasn’t worthy of becoming a supreme being. The Sun wasn’t for him. Now, master Kars, he was the one who belonged under the Sun.
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After all those thousands of years, if he could have seen master Kars becoming the supreme being as he always wanted too, he would have liked to ask, even if it sounded too arrogant for someone like him
Is stepping under the Sun such a wonderful thing as the books and song and poems make it look like?
Is the Sun more than the pain the hamon bring to us?
Was it worth it to spend a whole life searching for it?
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He was surely, not a genius like his master, to have all those questions and hesitations until the very last moment. And that’s why he was ought to be, not the emperor, but the warrior to fight the sun. Te warrior of the moon.
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