It wasn't that Shaka particularly disliked Mu's pet. To dislike the pet would practically be to dislike Mu himself, which was an act Shaka could not even bring himself to try to imagine.
Compared to, say, Milo's, the little creature was downright cuddly, though he did wonder how Mu got away with having a pet dragon when Shion barely tolerated Milo's scorpion and Aioria's kitten. Another, more logical side of his brain wondered where he found a dragon in the first place.
And yet there the little fire breathing monster was, sitting perfectly happily on top of Mu's head and watching everyone around her as though they were her next potential meal. It was a pretty bold attitude for a creature roughly the size of a soccer ball that rode around on its master's head all day.
Thus far, Shaka had twice been bitten by the little devil creature and he had gotten scratched on its scales/claws/other odd extremities more times than he could count because the stupid thing insisted on sleeping on him. He was just grateful she was still too small to breathe fire or he might have actually considered the option of returning to India until he became strong enough to destroy the little monster.
As time went by, however, Shaka found himself actually growing attached to Mu's precious Himeji. Once she grew into her body and her scales smoothed out and she started finding other things (Like Pope Shion's furniture) to scratch up instead of Shaka's face, she actually became quite cuddly. She was also very useful for catching those pesky mice that insisted on invading every now and then.
Years later, after the white dragon was killed fighting the Titans, Shaka would find himself waking up in the middle of the night missing the familiar weight of Himeji on his chest. And even long after that, when Shaka had a student of his own and Mu had long-since returned to Jamir, he still found himself reaching over to stroke the white dragon after waking from an unsettling nightmare, though now his hand found his young charge's hair instead.
Then the day came when Elektra returned from Jamir toting a dozen new tricks, more scars than Shaka cared to count, a dragon egg in her arms. Very soon after that, Shaka found himself very carefully prodding the ribbons that had once made up the skin of his chest and wondering how he had ever thought that any dragon could possibly be considered likeable.
 Kishite_no_Mirror · Mon Apr 14, 2008 @ 06:14am · 0 Comments |
