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In the undergrowth, a twig cracked. In an instant Dasu was on his feet, machete in hand. A branch rustled, and from beneath the lifeless foliage, another boy appeared. “Hey Dasu, your ma said you’d be here. Still into that sitting still for a long time crap?” He grinned, showing the gap in his teeth.
“It’s not crap. It’s called... What was it? Meditation! Yeah, that’s it. It’s called meditation, dumbass.” Dasu replied, dropping the machete point first into the ground. It pierced the dusty crust, and stood straight, jittering slightly. “Whatever. Your ma would tattoo your ass with her foot if she found out you were slacking again.”
“Well she’s not gonna find out.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Dasu threatened, narrowing his eyes.
“Is that a threat?” The other boy sniggered.
“You bet it is, Paul.” Growled Dasu, cracking his knuckles. Paul grinned, enjoying Dasu’s reaction. “Well, it’s been nice chatting to you. I think I’ll go back and tell your ma I found you.” Paul cackled, then ducked the clod of dirt that had been thrown at him. He laughed again. “Ha! You Miss-!” His triumphant statement was cut off by Dasu ramming into him, tackling him to the ground. A bout of wrestling followed their shouts and laughter causing the birds nesting in the surrounding trees to take flight, squawking indignantly.

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With Paul headed back to the village sporting several bruises and a Chinese burn, Dasu got to work cutting branches for firewood. Several times he had to stop, to shoo away birds and small animals. Half way through cutting, he came across a snake. He killed it quickly, before it could bite him. Once he had gathered an arm load of scrawny branches, he started the long walk back to the village. He stepped quietly through the brush, his eyes alert. The noises of the bush had gotten progressively louder as the morning wore on and the sun climbed in the sky. As he tramped along, Dasu sung softly to himself. It was the song his mother had sung to him when he was a small child, and was ingrained in his whole being. He ducked under a low hanging branch at the edge of the savannah, and the armload of sticks wobbled dangerously. He managed to steady it with his chin, before starting out again across the plain.



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[olivialovs2write]

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The sun was almost directly over head by the time Dasu was back in the circle of mud huts that made up the village. He walked slowly through the round roofed huts, nodding and speaking curtly to people who greeted him. “So you’re finally back, lazy bugger!” Paul called from the door of his family’s hut.
“Shut it, Paul.”
Dasu kept walking, but Paul followed him.
“That burn you gave me really hurt!” He pouted.
“Tough. Harden up man,” Dasu replied shortly, irritations clear in his voice.
“Meh meh meh, harden up... Meh meh meh meh.” Paul imitated his voice an inaccurate, squeaking portrayal of Dasu’s. Dasu rolled his eyes. “Paul, do you seriously know how annoying you are?” He asked, exasperated.
“I do indeed,” Paul grinned, forgetting his injury for a moment. Dasu growled his displeasure, and upped his pace, going as fast as he could without breaking into a run. Paul followed him, talking incessantly, trying to make Dasu snap. He came very close to succeeding his mission, too. By the time Dasu had reached his hut, he was so close to turning around and punching Paul in his smart mouth. “Ma!” Dasu cried, desperate to get away for his ‘friend’. “I’m back!”

A tall, dark skinned woman with a pretty face poked her head around the doorway. Her thick black hair was braided tightly, into several rows. The thin plaits were tied back with a colourful shred of fabric; it was probably originally part of a flag of some kind. Her broad nose had a small gold ring hanging from the left nostril. Her wide lips pulled back to show large, white teeth as she smiled in greeting at her son and the other boy. “Took you a while De,” She said, taking some of the branches from him. She turned and went inside and Dasu followed her. Inside was small and dark, the only light coming from the door and a small smoke hole in the roof. There was several hand woven wool rugs littering the floor and walls, their bright colours faded and blackened by years of smoke. The walls were hung with baskets and animal skins, and there were several rusted pots, all of various sizes. Charms decorated every other inch of space of wall, hung to deter witches and evil bush sprites from casting spells upon the inhabitants. In the centre of the room was a fire pit, surrounded by stones. A kettle hung above it, caked in black smoke scum and rust. Beside the fire pit was a small pile of branches left over from the previous day, which Dasu and his mother added their armfuls to. “That should be enough for tonight and maybe tomorrow, if we’re lucky.” Dasu’s ma announced, dusting the bark from her tattered dress. “Thanks son.”
“No problem Ma.”
Paul cleared his throat loudly, interrupting their little mother son moment. “Good morning Efoni,” He said pleasantly to Dasu’s Ma.
“Hello Paul,” She replied, smiling gently. “Did you find Dasu before?”
“I did.” His eyes glinted mischievously at that, and he grinned. Dasu’s eyes widened and he began making frantic signals from behind his ma, shaking his head and running his thumb across his neck, to show Paul what he’d do to him if he told. He even mimed begging, his hands clasped together under his chin. “Was he doing work, or was he sitting around like he does most of the time?” Efoni queried, oblivious to the silent exchange going on around her. Paul eyed the pleading Dasu for a moment more before replying; “He seemed to be working pretty well. He stopped when I arrived and we played for a little while before I came back here. Sorry if I held him up.”
Dasu sighed in relief. “That’s perfectly alright. I’m just glad that you boys are getting along again,” Efoni said, smiling at Paul, and in turn, Dasu.
“Yeah...” Paul mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. A few months ago, he and Dasu had gotten in a fight over an AK bullet they had found when they were getting water. Dasu had given Paul a bloody nose and a split lip, while Paul had bestowed a sprained finger upon Dasu. During the scuffle, they lost the bullet. They hadn’t talked to each other for months afterwards, and it was still a touchy subject. Dasu grunted in agreement, but said nothing on the subject. There was a silence for a few moments, as each of them fought to think of something to say. “Well,” Efoni declared. “You boys should go off and play for a while. I have to do some sweeping, and I don’t need Dasu for anything right now.”
“Okay ma,” Dasu responded, and sauntered out of the hut, back into the sunlight. Paul beamed, and then waggled his fingers at Dasu’s ma. “Thanks Efoni! See you later.”

[caustic_life]

Is this your story Ruby-san?
It's wonderful ^^

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And you do?
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Will do.

[olivialovs2write]

Lol..i think Paul's my favorite character he's pretty funny!!!
very detailed...continue please!