Mishiranu Mono - part 1 ?
(i don’t know if op would be ok with me continuing, but i would like too if they let me)
Darkwing Duck au inspired by @inyuji and this post
[I fell in love with their art and idea for this au and it had such a beautiful story, and wonderful detail I had to write something.]
The night was cold, wind flapping, with foreboding terror. The moon was full and trees rustled with hard snaps, bending and twisting with night air. The dim light of the moon covered the empty street, or rather mostly empty. At the end of a quiet street just before the end of town was a small figure moving in the jagged shadows of the line up houses. The small figure moved in the night scuffling from house to house with footsteps as quiet as a gentle wind that would hit ones cheek on a summers day. The figure moved closer to a house and moved along its edge and hid below the light of the window that cast itself through thin kitchen curtains,the small figure moved beyond the lights yellow gaze and moved deeper into the shadows. The figure moved its hands to the top of a trash can lid and slowly placed their tiny fingers under it, then with the lightest of touches moved the lid upward and into the air.
‘Drake, honey have you put the garbage bin on the curve yet.’
A voice called from inside the window, light footsteps came past the window and a door creep open an amber glow hit the grass and the shadowy figure moved away into the darkness dropping the lid behind it.
The voice called from the door-frame and the bright figure stepped onto the grass. it was a small boy on older then 13, he looked over into the darkness and walked towards it. The darkened figure pushed deeper into the dark but pulled there hand up like they were ready to push the boy away, but the boy had only taken a few steps before he bent down and pit up the garbage lid.
the boy then put the lid back on the can and dragged it to the street. The boy then stood there for a moment as he looked at the moon, he then stretched out his arms flapped then up and down slowly, he was saying something but it was lost to the wind. The boy then looked at his watch and jumped slightly and he ran back to the house.
‘It’s on, it’s on, it’s on.’
he then shut the door behind him and locked it with a clack, returning to the light he had walked out of. when his footsteps had left the kitchen. the small shadowy figure moved into the yellow glow.
A young girl no older then the boy she had raven black hair that went to her shoulders, it was uneven and looked like it been cut with garden sheers, she had bloodshot eyes and deep black bags under her eyes. She moved her face out of the light as quickly as she came into it, she then quickly and quietly moved back into the hollowing night.
the wind fell and the morning came and the sun lit up the streets. Out front of the the house closest to the hill side, was the young boy pulling his bike to the concentrate. The boy hummed the same tune over and over with word’s like ‘Darkwing’ and ‘lets get dangerous’ came whispering out on occasion. The boy rode his bike down the street and to the school. This ride took the boy about one hour every morning but he insisted on doing it everyday rain or shine. he believed if he could handle the ride there then everything else his school day had in store for him would be easy by comparison, and sometimes he was right, but today much like many other day’s it was only the beginning.
When Drake chained up his bike and run into class he heard Tommy Michel, talking to a group of gathered class mates.
‘It was a voice, it spoke in some kind of gibberish, must have been a kind of ghost language, and, and, I think it started singing.’
Tommy spat out these words theatrically as the small group pondered his words.
‘No way, you full of it Tommy.’
‘Nah, nah I heard it, it was super creepy.’
she shook her heard at this.
‘There is no way, you, got close enough to hear it.’
some of the group nodded.
‘Yeah your way to much of a wuss for that.’
laughed out Herb Muddlefoot, a rather large and tall boy who was twice as big and wide as Drake.
Drake moved to his desk and took off his hat and turned his whole body to the boy next to him, who was drawing lighting bolts on his desk.
‘Hey, Elmo, what are they taking about?’
‘The weird house on the hill, Tommy kicked a ball over the fence yesterday, and he climbed over to get it, said he heard a voice inside the place, whole lot of bunk if you ask me.’
Elmo kept scribbling on his desk, Drake looked over to the small group again, Amy Foxwell, twitched her nose.
‘He’s right, something is in there, I can see the hill from my house. And the other night I looked out my window and i saw a whole bunch of strange lights, they were coming from inside the house.’
The group draw in closer together but Drake and Elmo could still hear everything their were saying.
‘Really, what did they look like?’
asked Herb suddenly a lot more invested, Amy took a moment.
‘like, like, shiny smoke. i don’t know.’
Tommy started waving his hands.
‘See, see, the place is hunted.’
Look’s of agreement went around the class room. Elmo leaned over so that only Drake could hear him.
‘Don’t you think it’s really hunted?’
Drake pondered this, then shrugged.
‘Doesn't matter, I’m not worried, it can’t hurt anyone and I’m not scared of ghosts.’
Drake nodded to himself, Elmo shook his head.
‘Dingus, you really do have some kind of death wish or something.’
Elmo then muttered something that sounded like idiot and went back to drawing.
Elmo Sputterspark was the closet thing Drake had to a friend, they were both seen as the class ‘weirdos’ but they weren’t to keen on each other either but they were both smart enough to know there was safety in numbers. So it was kind of a making do situation.
Drake found that he was not fully understood by other kids around him, they called him names and pushed him down everyday but he always got back up, and they would keep pushing, waiting for the day he would stay down, but it never came. It had become a game of sorts, who can keep Drake down the longest.
Drake then made his way into his school day being pushed into walls, slammed into floors and being called many things under hushed tones. When the day was done he set off on his long ride home and on his way he came across a small group in the distance, they were near the house on the hill.
The house on the hill has been abandoned for years now. The grass was so over grown that it reached up to Drake’s shoulder’s, the house itself was run down as rotting wood caved in. The place had been like this as long as Drake could remember, but recently it was more talkative or at least if Tommy Michel is to be believed.
Tommy Michel was standing in front of the old, beaten in fence as a group of boy’s stood in a circle, they seemed to be throwing something between themselves. Then Drake spotted Elmo running between the other boy’s trying to grab the object, Drake rode his bike over and jumped off his bike.
Drake said announcing himself.
‘None of your business, Mallard.’
Herb (of course it was Herb) throw then what appeared to be Elmo’s bag to Tommy. The boy’s kept laughing and throwing the bag. Drake pushed himself into the middle.
Drake was always ready for a fight, and they knew that. So, Herb know he had to think fast.
‘Ok, Drakestar you want it, go get it.’
Herb then spun the bag around and throw it as hard and as fast as he could at the house and it broke through an upstairs window, The boy’s then went away laughing and left Drake and Elmo standing there.
Drake looked over to Elmo.
‘They would have just gotten bored like usual if you hadn't put your big beak where it doesn't belong.’
‘You have got to start standing up for yourself, or their just going to walk all over you.’
‘They walk all over me now! and they walk all over you too, and I don’t get as beaten up as you.’
Drake just sighed, if Elmo didn’t get it there was no use explaining.
‘My Dad’s gonna kill me, that’s the third bag this year.’
‘It’ll be fine Elmo, i’ll get it.’
Elmo gave him a familiar sigh.
‘Suit yourself, but I’m going home.’
Elmo walked off in a huff, Drake looked upon the house and craned his neck up. It was taller then he thought, but, he was going to get Elmo’s bag back, ghost or no ghost. Drake took off his cap and put it in his bag he didn’t want any spider web’s or dust all over his favourite Darkwing Duck hat, he then weaved his way through the broken fence and into the garden. He stepped through the grass, it was so thick he could hardly walk in it, but as he got about six steps in he tripped. Drake landed face first on the hard ground, he had found himself in a clearing of sorts. Little trails were made in the grass that lead to and from the front door, you could only see them from the inside, Drake got up and slowly moved to the door.
He crept into the house as quietly as he could, the floor creaked with every step, the wind hollowed into his ears, sending a chill down and through his whole body, he looked around the room it was dusty and smelled like mildew. He paced his why to the stairs humming the tune that he hummed earlier that day, it seemed to have given courage as he made his way up the crumbling stairs. It was to dark to see in front or behind him, the wind was whistling in his ears louder now, but there was no windows or door’s open in the hall way, he felt something brush up against his foot, he let out a yelp as he jumped into the air breaking a floorboard under him. He looked around for a moment as he pulled his foot out of the hole he had made, he saw a light flickering under a door at the end of the hall. It did not look like someone was turning a light switch on and off but more like pulse like what ever it was, had been fading in and out. Drake got his foot out of the hole and moved to the pulsing light. He moved his hand to the door and turned the handle, pushing the door open and walking in. the room was empty and there was no sign of the light like it was never there. Drake let out a breath and turned back to the hall,
A high scratchy voice said behind him. Drake snapped his head back to see two glowing eyes looking back at him.
