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| Little Clone in a Big City; note: set before my other threads | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 25 2009, 09:27 PM (59 Views) | |
| Grey | Feb 25 2009, 09:27 PM Post #1 |
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Did you know that L's love donuts?
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Two sailors carried a crate marked “Fragile”. Little did they know, inside that crate was a being that was anything but fragile. Inside that crate was the clone of Sephiroth known as Kamina Yukari. He hid the crate after an eventful night that he wanted to forget. Right now he lay sleeping oblivious to the world around him. At least until the crate jerked up and he hit his head against the side. With a startled yelp Kamina returned to the world of the waking, one glowing green eye opened and provided the only light inside the dark void. Kamina moved his hand to the top of his head and rubbed the spot that hit the hard wood. He let out a tired groan as he noticed the darkness he was in. “Did you feel that?” One of the men carrying the crate asked the other. “I coulda sworn something in here just hit the side.” “Idiot.”His companion rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we’re carrying an empty box. Whatever’s in here is gonna move around.” Why was he always paired up with some fool? “Where am I? Why is it so dark?” it took a moment but all the memories from the previous night came rushing into Kamina’s head. Kamina covered his head with both arms and began to shake. It wasn’t the fact that he killed a man, he had done it before. So what was the problem, why was his mind reacting in such a way? No, it wasn’t the killing, Kamina suddenly realized, it was that voice he herd. It wasn’t Sephiroth, that much he was sure of. The voice he heard was wild, crazed, there was no way his big brother would have spoken to him in such a way. So what was it? it sounded familiar, and had some strange power of Kamina, he couldn’t resist the urge to kill. Maybe it was normal for a boy his age, even though he wasn’t anywhere close to a normal teenager. Kamina decided put those thoughts in the back of his mind for now. He needed to escape from this dammed box. He could smell two different scents right outside, whoever they were they were carrying him somewhere. Kamina settled back and decided to wait till they stopped moving to make his escape. After a few minutes Kamina felt the crate he was in being set down. He sniffed again and smelled a lot of different scents. He pressed his ear to the side so he could hear through the thick wood; he had super smell not super hearing. “Thanks so much. I’m sure she’s gonna love this.” He heard a man’s voice. “No problem sir. It’s our job.” Another, gruffer voice responded. “Would like to stay for a while?” This time a female voice spoke. “Sorry ma’am, we’ve got more work to do.” Another male voice. “Mamma, can I open it now?” a child’s voice posed a question. “Wait a moment honey.” The female spoke again, looks like she was “Mamma”. “Come on, you sure you can’t stay? We have cake.” The first male spoke once more. At the mention of cake Kamina’s mind went into overdrive. He hadn’t eaten in a while, and he hadn’t had cake in even longer. Without thinking Kamina pushed his body upwards towards the top of the crate. Using the force of his body Kamina burst out of his confinement. He thrust both of his hands into the air and let out a mighty yell. “CAKE!!” Everyone in the room turned to look at him. Kamina took a quick moment to get his bearings. He was in a living room that was decorated for a party. There were pink streamers coming from the ceiling, pink balloons everywhere, and a large pink banner that read “Happy Birthday Princess” hung over head. The room was full of children and their parents, most wearing party hats. A squeal brought Kamina’s attention to a little girl standing directly in front of him. She wore an elegant pink dress, almost like one a princess would wear in a fairy tale, her hair was done up in pink ribbons. She looked up at Kamina with wide, starry eyes. He looked back down at her, things were quiet for a moment. “Aw, daddy bought me a boyfriend!” She turned around and ran up to her dad to give him a hug. Now Kamina was confused, since when did he date small children? “You bought our eight year old daughter a boyfriend?” The woman from earlier slapped her husband. She appeared upset, Kamina settled back to watch the show fold before him. He would get some entertainment and cake; it was a win-win. “What wait I didn’t buy this kid.” The husband tried to explain only to be met with another slap to the face. “So you tried to buy another one.” Another slap was handed out. Wow for a mom, she had a strong pimp hand. “Wait no. Honey let me explain.” “Explain what. How you participate in slavery and flesh peddling.” Kamina’s lips curved up into a smile as he got an idea. “Don’t forget kidnapping an orphan.” He could make this so much more interesting. The wife gasped and slapped her husband again. “You’re a monster. Come on baby.” She scooped her daughter in her hands. “Say good bye to daddy.” The girl leaned forward and slapped her dad. The woman walked out with her daughter and Kamina burst into laughter. Everyone turned to look that the strange silver haired boy that just ruined a very nice and very innocent party. The former husband and father looked at the young man who had ruined his marriage in less than five minutes. Kamina stopped laughing and locked eyes with the man. He leaned on the edge of his box and smiled. “What?” His green eyes stared into the human’s brown ones, their unnatural glow robbing him of his fury and replacing it with fear. “No-nothing.” He was too scared to say anything else. “That’s what I thought.” Kamina climbed out of the box and walked over to the snack table. Everyone watched him grab a piece of cake and stuff it into his mouth. He then walked to the door and grabbed an apple of a nearby table. Holding up his middle finger Kamina walked out of the door and onto the streets of whatever town he was in. Kamina took a bite out of the apple and started on his way down the street. Those who saw his eyes and the sword strung on his back moved out of the way. He was use to people being afraid of him by now; it had always been that way, ever since he was little. The only difference was that back then people could hurt him and he was powerless to stop them. But not anymore, he learned to defend himself. Able saw to that when he first started his training. Kamina stopped and shook his head, now was not the time to dwell on the past. His teacher was dead, plain and simple. There was nothing he could do about that. Kamina closed his eyes and kept walking. Soon Kamina found himself in a different part of town. This part was worn down, desolate, and filthy. It reminded him of the slums of Midgar. He walked around taking in the familiar sights. People dressed in rags, children starving, shady character’s lurking around every corner. It was very different from the home he wrecked. It was disgusting, how could humans allow each other to live like this. The rich were getting fat and richer, while the poor were dying for nothing. Kamina sneered; if he was in charge things would be different. Sure humans would serve him and his siblings, but they would be in better condition than this. Kamina herd a chuckle come from behind him and turned around. Sitting on a porch of a nearby building was an old man clothed in a blue kimono smoking a pipe. The man was bald and had dark skin. He also had a cane sitting next to him. Kamina turned to the man and narrowed his eyes. “Something funny old one?” Kamina moved his left hand to Shade’s hilt, it may be fun to scare this guy a little. “Now you wouldn’t draw your sword on a defenseless old man such as myself. I’m sure Abel taught you better than that.” The man calmly took a drag from his pipe, and blew out a ring of smoke. Kamina’s eyes widened at the mention of his teacher. “How do you know my sensei?” Kamina took a step towards the old man. “I taught Abel everything he knows. How is he?” The man stood and turned to go inside. “He’s dead.” Kamina looked down at his feet. The man stopped shook his head. “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it? You coming in tadpole?” He walked inside. Kamina stood there for a moment before following the man inside. The inside of the building looked like a training dojo, the floors were padded and there was training gear everywhere. It reminded Kamina of his home in Midgar. The man sat down on a raised platform smoking his pipe. “So just who are you and what do you want from me?” Kamina asked the old man. He was getting impatient “My name is Kesuke and what I want is to finish your training.” Kesuke put his pipe down and looked directly at Kamina. “What makes you think I need more training?” “You don’t carry yourself like a warrior. Follow me.” He stood and walked over to a pair of sliding doors. Kamina followed behind the man as he opened the doors and walked through. They stood in a long hallway. Kesuke pointed down one end. “Bathroom’s the third door on the left. On the right is Able’s old room. There may be some clothes in there you can wear.” He started off in the opposite direction. Kamina turned and began walking down to the bathroom, it had been a long day and he needed a shower. Kesuke whistled and Kamina turned around to see a small green orb flying at him. He lifted his hands and caught the little glowing ball. He turned it over in his hands and examined it. “What is this?” He looked up to see Kesuke walking away again. “Materia.” He called back. “You start your training in the morning.” Kamina turned the orb over in his hands once more. He felt a tingle run through his body and a second latter the wall to the right of him was covered in ice. A smile crept onto his face, maybe this would be fun. |
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