Monday, March 19, 2007

A Weekend's worth
Well, I wrote three parts to my story this weekend, so here you go:

As Booshi led Kai into the village, Booshi looked over his shoulder at Kai.
“Gaijinkage-sama sees a lot of potential in you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He is always kept terribly busy with village finances and organizing work crews for outsource laboring.”
“Outsource… why are you telling me this?”
“Perhaps you should know we can’t pay land taxes unless we earn money, and a village hidden from the rest of the world isn’t exactly the best picture of American commerce.”
“Ok, then, I guess that tells me something…”
“I’m just helping you learn to trust this village. We are good people willing to do anything to protect our way of life.”
Kai nodded silently as he thought through what all had happened so far. He had run from home, no, from his controlling parents who could never trust him to have anything he desired without benefit to themselves. He ran with no intent of ever returning, and now he had a place to stay, fate had given him the option to choose. Even if this village accepted him as its own, that would only be another shackle – another set of controls.
“I’ll have you know wont be anybody’s puppet,” Kai said aloud without thinking.
“It’s always better to be useful to someone rather than a burden to yourself,” Booshi replied kindly.
The words stuck with Kai, He realized that he was being selfish. “Master Yoda would be disappointed,” he muttered quietly to himself.

The path led Booshi and Kai into some dense forest. At first the trees barely overpowered the underbrush, but the change was almost immediate as they continued to walk. Very soon after the trees became as wide as compact cars, Booshi leaned against one that was particularly knot-covered one and looked up. Kai also looked up to see about 100 feet above, just below the canopy, sat a small house fitted around the trunk of the tree.
“Is THAT where I’m staying tonight?”
“And every night your in our village.”
“Didn’t you tell me my car would be here?”
“It IS.”
“No way is it in the dang treehouse!”
“It’s not so difficult as you think for us ninja to put it there…”
“Completely unfair, I don’t suppose you’ll tell me how you go it up there?”
“While there’s a number of ways my men could have done it, I am not entirely sure which one they used…”
“How about ‘how do I get up there?’” Kai asked as he turned to look up the tree.
That’s for you to figure out before sunrise, trainee.”
Kai turned back to look at Booshi, maybe to ask another question, but he was gone.

The next morning, an alarm clock went off. Kai climbed out of bed bleary eyed and karate chopped the clock into silence. On the way into his apartment’s kitchen, he bumped into his car. “Ow,” Kai tripped and rolled off of his car’s hood onto the floor.
“Having fun?” Booshi asked when he found Kai rolling on the floor clutching his knee.
“It took me Five freakin’ hours to get up here last night, and you people apparently haven’t heard of electricity. Because of the pitch black darkness in here, I spent half an hour looking for a light switch – I see there are none.”
“Hmm, more often other students take longer to get in. They get the idea they cant use tools to get inside, because we confiscate their equipment right before we leave them to climb their own trees – good job using the ground vines to make a rope.”
“When does training start?”
“Right after you’re done at school.”
“But its late June, schools aren’t open! I already have my diploma anyway!”
“You’ll find out very soon that your diploma doesn’t mean squat to us, Kai. Our ninja training involves the mind even more than the body, so we take education very seriously. You will learn something today, but not just from me.”

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Pictures:

I hope you enjoyed my story, and here are some pictures (I know you like pictures):


I can probably say that these are two different ways to look at my computer and what it did to itself/me. "I died a little inside when It wouldn't turn on..."

If I hadn't been lying down, this one would've made me fall over:

This is nobody I know, but, the character was there in my head and I've watched many cartoons in my lifetime, so don't hold it against me.
And that she's holding is a butterknife.

Questions:

1) What is your name?
2) What is your quest?
3) What is your favorite color?

g'bye now! Sayoonara! and Arigatoo Gozaimasu!
Krusty K
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