Post by nicole0deon on Mar 24, 2008 14:47:10 GMT 1
well, hello all! i always put in my little blurb before intorducing my work. anyway, i haven't been on in forever, but i feel so out of the loop now that i need to get back in. i'm gonna try and write a new fanfic (my third 
i'm not gonna gaurantee it being fantastic, but maybe it will bring about some ultra creative section of my mind to write something better. so you could call this.. a warm up. now here it goes.
uno
kenji jogged slowly down the dark alley towards his shabby apartment. he had just gotten off of his shift at the theatre, when the boss had gotten him very angry. he told kenji he was no good, that he was a shame to life, and that his parents should be glad there dead so they don't have to live near him.
that was the final straw. kenji's boss, mr. lee, had been bashing kenji his whole life. and now, he chooses to bring up his parents? this wouldn't do. kenji went to punch his cruel boss, but instead, a jet of flames shot out of his fist. shocked and confused, kenji ran away as the theatre burst into flames.
as he ran, kenji ran over this in his mind, how had he made the fire? friction? spontaneous combustion? yes, that had to be it.
as he convinced himself this was true, footsteps were heard behind him. he slowed to a walk.
"just relax, kenji. don't run or they'll come after you. stay calm. they might even be just a ordinary stranger, not some creep trying to kill you," kenji whispered to himself. he hoped they didn't have a gun.
he let out a sigh of relief as he opened the door to his apartment stairwell. he cursed his landlord for not putting in an elevator. he started up the stairs when the door opened. he sprinted as fast as possible up stairs, bolting the door as he entered his apartment. he calmed himself down, it was probably just a resident of the apartment building. he fixed himself tea to calm himself down.
a pounding on the door startled him. he went to look through the peephole. it was mr. lee. kenji was no afraid for another reason, he had tried to punch his boss AND accidentally set his theatre on fire. kenji was as good as dead.
"i know your in there kenji! open up!" mr. lee screamed, banging on the door again.
"alright alright!" kenji yelled back, slowly unbolting the door as he did so.
as the door swung open, mr. lee stood glaring up at kenji, who dwarfed him by about a foot.
"are you going to invite me in?!" mr. lee barked, startling kenji.
"uhhh.. yes sir. come sit down. i'll fix you some tea," kenji stammered.
"dont tell me what to do!" mr. lee said back, but he went to sit down anyway.
as he went to fix the tea, kenji wondered what was gonna happen to him next. would mr. lee kill him? would he be arrested? he couldnt tell.
as he wandered back into the sitting room with his tray of tea, he saw mr. lee, relaxed on the couch, his feet on the coffee table. kenji placed the tray on the very edge of the table and sat down stiffly on the floor.
"do you know why i'm here?" mr. lee asked after a moment.
"do you want to kill me?" kenji asked.
mr. lee let out a bark-like laugh and continued,"no of course not. do you know what you did tonight?"
"i set your theatre on fire."
"you did that and something else. any ideas?"
kenji looked blank. so mr. lee continued, "you firebended."
it was kenji's turn to laugh now. "your kidding right?"
"no actually i'm not," mr. lee said, sounding very serious.
"its not possible. thats only on some t.v. show. real people cant do it."
"are you a real person?"
"yeah. why?"
"your a real person and you firebended."
"how do you know i did it?"
"i am a fire sage."
"dude! is this some joke? come on. there is no such thing as firebending," kenji yelled, his patience wearing.
"oh but there is," mr. lee said, knowing exactly what he was doing.
at this point, kenji was at his limit. "there is no fire bending!" he screamed and punched the couch. the ratty, cushion caught fire. mr. lee quickly dumped his tea on it to put it out.
"what would you call that then?" mr. lee said.
"spontaneous combustion," kenji mumbled.
"HAH! thats something non-believers invented to cover up their abilities. you are a firebender, and so was your father. your house didnt catch fire from an arsonist, it was him."
"LIES!!!" kenji yelled, convinced his father wouldnt do something like that. he kicked over the table.
"do i look like i'm lying?" mr. lee said, "nevermind don't answer that," he said as kenji opened his mouth to speak. " you have no other family. just accept your ability and you can come train with me."
"listen, could you please leave. i need to think this over," kenji said.
mr. lee nodded and said, "you must do what your heart tells you."
"yeah whatever," kenji said, and he slammed the door in mr. lee's face.
does it suck? haha. dont you love it how i'm always convinced i suck at stuff? i havent done this in a while. opinions? suggestions? whatevaaa
i'm not gonna gaurantee it being fantastic, but maybe it will bring about some ultra creative section of my mind to write something better. so you could call this.. a warm up. now here it goes. uno
kenji jogged slowly down the dark alley towards his shabby apartment. he had just gotten off of his shift at the theatre, when the boss had gotten him very angry. he told kenji he was no good, that he was a shame to life, and that his parents should be glad there dead so they don't have to live near him.
that was the final straw. kenji's boss, mr. lee, had been bashing kenji his whole life. and now, he chooses to bring up his parents? this wouldn't do. kenji went to punch his cruel boss, but instead, a jet of flames shot out of his fist. shocked and confused, kenji ran away as the theatre burst into flames.
as he ran, kenji ran over this in his mind, how had he made the fire? friction? spontaneous combustion? yes, that had to be it.
as he convinced himself this was true, footsteps were heard behind him. he slowed to a walk.
"just relax, kenji. don't run or they'll come after you. stay calm. they might even be just a ordinary stranger, not some creep trying to kill you," kenji whispered to himself. he hoped they didn't have a gun.
he let out a sigh of relief as he opened the door to his apartment stairwell. he cursed his landlord for not putting in an elevator. he started up the stairs when the door opened. he sprinted as fast as possible up stairs, bolting the door as he entered his apartment. he calmed himself down, it was probably just a resident of the apartment building. he fixed himself tea to calm himself down.
a pounding on the door startled him. he went to look through the peephole. it was mr. lee. kenji was no afraid for another reason, he had tried to punch his boss AND accidentally set his theatre on fire. kenji was as good as dead.
"i know your in there kenji! open up!" mr. lee screamed, banging on the door again.
"alright alright!" kenji yelled back, slowly unbolting the door as he did so.
as the door swung open, mr. lee stood glaring up at kenji, who dwarfed him by about a foot.
"are you going to invite me in?!" mr. lee barked, startling kenji.
"uhhh.. yes sir. come sit down. i'll fix you some tea," kenji stammered.
"dont tell me what to do!" mr. lee said back, but he went to sit down anyway.
as he went to fix the tea, kenji wondered what was gonna happen to him next. would mr. lee kill him? would he be arrested? he couldnt tell.
as he wandered back into the sitting room with his tray of tea, he saw mr. lee, relaxed on the couch, his feet on the coffee table. kenji placed the tray on the very edge of the table and sat down stiffly on the floor.
"do you know why i'm here?" mr. lee asked after a moment.
"do you want to kill me?" kenji asked.
mr. lee let out a bark-like laugh and continued,"no of course not. do you know what you did tonight?"
"i set your theatre on fire."
"you did that and something else. any ideas?"
kenji looked blank. so mr. lee continued, "you firebended."
it was kenji's turn to laugh now. "your kidding right?"
"no actually i'm not," mr. lee said, sounding very serious.
"its not possible. thats only on some t.v. show. real people cant do it."
"are you a real person?"
"yeah. why?"
"your a real person and you firebended."
"how do you know i did it?"
"i am a fire sage."
"dude! is this some joke? come on. there is no such thing as firebending," kenji yelled, his patience wearing.
"oh but there is," mr. lee said, knowing exactly what he was doing.
at this point, kenji was at his limit. "there is no fire bending!" he screamed and punched the couch. the ratty, cushion caught fire. mr. lee quickly dumped his tea on it to put it out.
"what would you call that then?" mr. lee said.
"spontaneous combustion," kenji mumbled.
"HAH! thats something non-believers invented to cover up their abilities. you are a firebender, and so was your father. your house didnt catch fire from an arsonist, it was him."
"LIES!!!" kenji yelled, convinced his father wouldnt do something like that. he kicked over the table.
"do i look like i'm lying?" mr. lee said, "nevermind don't answer that," he said as kenji opened his mouth to speak. " you have no other family. just accept your ability and you can come train with me."
"listen, could you please leave. i need to think this over," kenji said.
mr. lee nodded and said, "you must do what your heart tells you."
"yeah whatever," kenji said, and he slammed the door in mr. lee's face.
does it suck? haha. dont you love it how i'm always convinced i suck at stuff? i havent done this in a while. opinions? suggestions? whatevaaa
