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Surenia: Tale of the Veyanere

By ValkierieDjermegandre

Disclaimer:*Sigh* I don't own Klonoa or any related characters that appear in this story. They are the property of Namco and Klonoa Works. I own 75% of the characters in this story, and the scenario. Some elements in this story may belong to other developers such as Square Enix, Capcom/Clover Studios, or even Nintendo or Sega; I don't care. I'm not rich and I'm not Japanese, so of course I don't own them.

Plot: 100 years ago, he awakened in the dream of another. Now, he lives as a piece of the great hero of the wind. He unknowingly lives a shadow of a life of another, existing only because of that hero's death...a cursed being who fools others with his smile. A sacred trainer of beasts, he sets out on a journey to take his place, but what will he become?

Notes: While this story doesn't involve Klonoa directly, he does appear in later chapters. This is a sequel to my first story, Kaze no Klonoa 3, but this takes place 100 years after. Don't send me flames; I don't like flames. I like reviews and constructive criticism. Anyhow, enjoy the story and tell me what you think.

Scroll 6: The Joker

First Depiction

Surenia ducked and dodged a white gloved, clawed hand that was covered in black fire as it flew past him. It struck the opposite wall and blew it out in a fiery explosion, leaving Surenia with his mouth agape. The stunned cabbit looked back at the door and it was closed once more…what was that?

“What in the hell…?” Surenia started.

“That was me, you twit!!” Came a shrieking voice from behind Surenia. On reflex, Surenia swung around with a roundhouse, but found his foot in the hand of one Joka. The clown looked at Surenia for a moment with his red eyes and then flipped the cabbit, sending him harshly to the ground. Joka then pinned Surenia with one foot and stared at him.

“J-Joka…!” Surenia said.

“Why…why are here?! You are supposed to be in the temple by now!! Are you…” Joka started. He slumped into Surenia’s chest and once again seemed to die for a few seconds. The cabbit took this opportunity to try and remove the clown from his body, but Joka awakened again. “I get it. I get it now….he, he, he…”

“Get what?”

“I know something that you do not. I know everything that you want to know. La, la, la…”

“You do?! Then tell what this place is! Tell me why I feel so weird here! Who the hell is Klonoa?!”

“Shh! You’ll wake them all up!! Listen, Su-re-ni-a; all of your questions are all related…meaning they will all be answered. With. One. Single. Event.”

“One event?”

“You’ll know everything…and then you’ll know something else…h-e-a-r-t-b-r-e-a-k…”

“Heartbreak? What does that have to do with anything? Huh?”

Surenia looked back up and Joka had vanished; he assumed the creepy clown took refuge into his shadow. Surenia rose and scratched his head about all of this and as soon as he was ready to think about everything, Huepow was starting to slowly awaken from his shock-induced nap. The prince rubbed the back of his head and then looked at his friend; Surenia looked deeply troubled. Huepow walked over to the cabbit and put his hand on his shoulder; Surenia simply rose to his feet and started to walk out of the house. Huepow was concerned but at the same time relieved that they were leaving.

Second Depiction

As they walked out, Huepow started to lead the way as he got ahead. Meanwhile, Surenia’s mind was preoccupied by the many thoughts that were coursing through it. At that time, Huepow stopped abruptly and Surenia consequently bumped into him…however, Huepow was too concentrated on the being that he was watching. The blue cabbit walked around his friend and also stared at the being that was standing atop a smashed fountain: Joka. The clown was standing in a strange position, with one foot on the fountain, a hand against his body and the other pointing toward the sky. After a few minutes, Joka slowly turned toward the duo…putting his gaze especially on Huepow. Surenia gulped a little, while Huepow drew his sword and started to slowly inch toward the clown.

“Hello, Huepow…Su-re-ni-a…” Joka said.

“Joka…you want to explain why you put your hand in my face back at Kl…” Huepow started to say a forgotten name, but he thought better of it with Surenia nearby, “…that house?”

“You know you don’t belong here, don’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You remember everything that happened, don’t you?”

“Shut the hell up, Joka…”

“You remember how you let Kl…”

“Shut up!!”

Huepow leaped forward and swung his blade to release a swordbeam toward Joka, but the clown simply bent back on his non-existent legs, dodging the blow. After Huepow touched the ground, he immediately jumped forward to directly attack Joka. The prince brought his sword up and made his vertical move…but was stunned when he found that the clown stopped his sword with but one finger.

“What the…!” Huepow started.

“…Still weak.” Joka whispered.

The prince was angered by this remark and brought up his fist, but Joka grabbed his hand and gave an uncontrollable laugh. The clown reared his floating right boot back and struck Huepow in the stomach with a ridiculously strong punt that sent Huepow away into a boulder; the prince struck the object and was sent flying behind it, end over end. Surenia watched this happen with a face of utter disbelief. The cabbit shook himself out of shock and gave Joka a beastly scowl; the clown provoked Surenia with a simple movement of his index finger. Giving a war cry, Surenia unsheathed his swords and dashed towards the mad jester, with a fire in his eyes.

“Surenia…your monster is showing.” Joka taunted.

Surenia ignored his comment and made a mighty leap towards the fountain that Joka stood upon, spinning vertically in the air and coming down with his glaive. As the cabbit witnessed Joka raise his finger to guard, he moved his arm slightly to the left and embedded the huge sword in the stone beside Joka. Using the momentum to his advantage, Surenia pivoted on his sword and swung around swiftly, kicking Joka harshly in the front half of his body that was his face. The clown took the blow and simply bent back as though he were on a rod…he then looked back up at Surenia with his eternal smile.

“Heh, heh…what are you waiting for? Hit me again.” Joka said.

“What…? You freak!!” Surenia growled.

The cabbit took Joka up on his offer and reared back with his left fist clenched. All at once, Surenia brought himself forward and gave the Joker a powerful left hook. Considering that his left was Surenia’s abnormally strong side, Joka was hit especially hard. The shock reverberated through the clown’s body for a second and then he rocketed off toward a far boulder, skipping across the ground a few times before hitting the rock. However, after all of that, Joka still looked back up at the cabbit…smiling his eternal smile.

“That. Feels. So. Good. Keep hurting me. Keep hurting me!!” Joka laughed.

Surenia scowled and growled in anger. The cabbit ripped his glaive from the stone it was embedded in and took off toward the clown. Joka was smiling, well he was eternally smiling but he was especially happy on the inside. He could see the bloodlust in Surenia’s eyes and it was slowly lighting a fire inside of him. Once Surenia was in range, he once again discarded his blades and let savagery take over. The cabbit punched Joka repeatedly with his right fist; even though his right side was his normal side, each time Surenia hit Joka, the boulder that the clown was being beaten against cracked and chipped. Joka reacted to nothing, however; he kept looking at Surenia and watched as an aura around the blue cabbit started to form another beast. After maybe ten or twenty attacks, Surenia reared back with his left fist and gave it to Joka hard, completely smashing the boulder and burying the clown under the resulting rubble and gravel. Surenia was out of breath and breathing heavily…his heart had a certain weight to it.

“Aw, you’re tired? It was just starting to get fun…” Joka said. Surenia was somehow in disbelief as the clown rose from the gravel that was once a boulder.

“You…are you…immortal?” Surenia said.

“…I have no idea. Are you?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?!”

“I don’t know. You asked it.”

“Grr…look you!!” Surenia grabbed Joka in a fury, “What do you want?!”

“I want you…” Joka said, pointing at Surenia’s heart, “Not this you…” The clown said, rubbing his hands around Surenia’s face.

“Stop touching me! Your hands smell like fire and brimstone!”

“Oh really? What do your hands smell like?” Joka hurriedly grabbed Surenia’s arms and sniffed the cabbit’s hands, “…ooh…smells like…”

“Smells like what?”

Joka collapsed into Surenia’s arms and thoroughly stopped breathing. The cabbit held him, expecting him to pop back into life, which he did a few moments later.

“Death.”

“What?!”

“Evil.”

“I’m not--”

“Anger.”

Before Surenia could say much of anything else, Joka pushed him away and began to giggle. The clown pranced happily as he danced into the nearby forest. Surenia started to follow him, but then he remembered Huepow. The cabbit turned toward the boulder that Huepow hit and looked behind it; the prince was on the ground, unmoving. Surenia nudged him a small bit and called to him, but there was still no response. Feeling a slight tinge of hopelessness, Surenia put one of his ears up to Huepow’s chest and was relieved to hear it beating…it was beating slowly, but it was beating.

“Okay…at least you’re alive. Shirasue!” Surenia called. On cue, Shirasue appeared beside his master and stepped forward.

“Yes, Master?” Shirasue said. Surenia was somewhat startled by Shirasue’s rapid change of demeanor, but put it aside.

“I need you to carry Huepow…can you do that?”

“No problem.”

Shirasue scooped Huepow onto his back with Surenia’s help and the cabbit smiled at the wolf…the wolf continued to look forward. Surenia sighed and picked up his swords from where they were embedded; he looked at his reflection and frowned…he could swear that something was standing behind him. The cabbit ignored his brain’s signals and sheathed his swords, ushering Shirasue to follow him. The white wolven did as he was told and followed his master as they entered the forest through which Joka ran. As he was walking forward, Surenia began to think about everything that was happening…and he was getting frightened…

To Be Continued…