Post by Teяa253 on Dec 22, 2008 22:17:47 GMT 1
I like the title... and yeah, the 52nd chapter of my series is Kimiko's story and a little bit of Lehran's unseen dark side. fun stuff... dark natures abound... enjoy.
CHAPTER 52: EVERYONE HAS A DARK SIDE
Since there had never really been a time for the members of The Avatar Guard to properly tell a little about themselves to each other, they figured that this “Great Story Time” might as well be now when they had no tasks at hand [save finding Katara Altina II, which no one in the world had been able to properly do because of how evasive the young girl was], and so they did.
The person whose story the people wanted to hear the most was the story of what had happened to Kimiko. Naturally, she was not very comfortable with people asking her so many questions; some of which also involved her stunt with the flaming dragon at the Southern Water Tribe. Lehran though, came to her rescue.
“Don’t pester her if she doesn’t want to talk,” he said, “she’s not as outgoing as some of us, and neither am I. I would like it if you gave her the respect that you give me.”
This actually plucked up Kimiko’s courage.
“If you want to hear the story,” she said in a quiet and enigmatic tone, “then sit down and listen closely.”
Incidentally, everyone did, including The Four Benders, The Secret Service, and even Cheng and Taki. Cheng did not even know what exactly Kimiko went through while she was in prison, as it had been a few weeks between the time her family was killed and the time Cheng saved her.
“Those who knew me before the incident knew me as a powerful young lady who was not afraid to speak her mind,” she said, “and up until a few days shy of my 18th birthday, I lived up to that.
That was when it happened. They took my family and slew them before my own eyes. It was a moment that could have devastated even the strongest person. I know someone in this room who can relate.”
She glanced over at Zakura, who looked shocked.
“What do you know about me,” she asked suspiciously,
“Many things,” said Kimiko, still retaining her mysterious tone, “but don’t worry, Zakura; do you really think I would be turning against you, or would try to make you feel bad in any way?”
“If anything,” said Zakura, “I’d be more worried about me doing it to you.”
“Good, good,” said Kimiko, “then nothing is out of the ordinary.”
“Then carry on,” said Zakura bluntly,
“Alright then,” Kimiko replied, “well, after knowing that it was my loud mouth that provoked them to kill my parents and older brother, I wasn’t about to talk to anyone there again. I wasn’t afraid of them, but rather, was afraid to talk to them. I never did, and so they thought they had succeeded in breaking me. However, there is still the spirit of Nagishima fury that course through my body. The day I meet Feng again is the day that one of us will be left begging and screaming for mercy.”
“So what exactly happened,” Cheng asked, having known Kimiko longer than the rest of them, yet he was still curious;
“Anytime I was alone I would do things,” Kimiko replied, “none of the prison guard ever knew that I was preparing for the day where Feng and I would face each other again on the field of battle...”
“So how’s our little prisoner,” Feng asked leering at the seemingly sobbing Kimiko in her cell. Naturally, Kimiko didn’t answer. She turned her head the opposite way.
“Now, now, don’t be sad,” he said, “Surely you will be able to become stronger than us one day and break out.”
This caused the other guards in the area to laugh as well. However, Kimiko said nothing yet again.
“Why don’t you speak,” he said, sounding slightly impatient, “or have you become so scared of existing that you think we’ll kill you if you talk?”
Kimiko’s face was hidden in the shadows, and she still wasn’t facing them. Her burn that had formed on her left eye was still forming into a scar, and so it still hurt. As a result, Kimiko gently put one of her also burned hands against it.
“Speak,” snapped Feng impatiently, “or suffer!”
The next thing Kimiko knew her palms and soles were burned. It was nothing permanent, but it was something they would do to her regularly, and it was the reason they were so red when Cheng rescued her. However, after they threw her head first back into her cell and disappeared for the evening, Kimiko was not crying. She was laughing.
“the tougher the scrape, the brighter I shine,” she muttered to herself, glancing up at her tiny window, where moonlight was pouring in; she had learned that phrase from her parents, who had learned it from an aged waterbender named Koara Lombardi (and this was the selfsame Koara who was a 93-year-old woman that was part of their group).
Kimiko was much, much tougher than she looked. She was skinny because she wasn’t very well-fed in the prison, but she was strong. She’d often put herself to sleep hanging from the bars on top of her cell. She’d sometimes hang from her feet. Using this and her own body weight, she would lift, and thus train.
She would also keep her spiritual energy up by bending whenever the guards were not around [as that would result in severe punishment]. She was a prodigy, and knew how to redirect lightning like she had been taught by her parents. She’d shoot a blast of lightning at some of the metal bars, which would deflect it back towards her, where she would either absorb it or reflect it again, and the noise it caused would always cause guards to come.
No one in the prison knew that this little scar-faced girl could wield lightning, and so when she feigned sleep upon their arrival to investigate the crackling noise, they never suspected her. Sometimes others got punished for her deeds, but in prison, it was everyone for them selves, and Kimiko didn’t even know anyone in there, as she was by herself.
This used a lot of her energy though, and so Kimiko was often, if not always, tired upon inspection. This usually resulted in punishment, but like with all other punishment, she infuriated the guards (mostly Feng) by not screaming or yelling or ever saying anything. Proud Kimiko was not about to lose her last will to live to these barbarians who had killed her family. She had sworn on their graves that she would avenge them or be killed trying, which was why she was here.
The only downside to Kimiko’s plan was that she had no idea of how to escape, but that was where Cheng came in. he took care of that problem for her by going through what he did to free her.
“And here I am,” said Kimiko, “I still don’t like talking to people, but I don’t mind fighting them. After all, who here knows about Izuka Nagishima?”
“Aye,” said Tenoko, “that was the name of the former Dark Warrior; whom I defeated. I presume he was related to you?”
“Aye,” Kimiko replied, “I don’t exactly remember how, but it’s not like he was a good person, so it wasn’t like I missed him. But that’s not my point. My point it; is that I’m a lot like him. It’s part of the Nagishima bloodline.”
“Who are you,” exclaimed Ryuka in disbelief. If he of all people was surprised, then this was something big.
“I’m just Kimiko Nagishima,” Kimiko replied, “I serve The Avatar Guard and will fight The Order until the day I die.”
“Are you sure you’re alright,” Lehran asked, “you just seem... different.”
“Everybody has a dark side, Lehran,” said Zakura darkly, “even Avatar Kai Serenes II did. Some people don’t show their dark sides as often, but she had one, and from what the other avatars tell me, it was feared and respected. Even you have one, Lehran.”
“I do,” Lehran exclaimed, and Zakura’s response was snatching up little Altina, who was running around. She held her up and put a knife to her throat, where she began panicking.
Lehran’s hair stood on end. Zakura looked like she was really ready to do what he thought she was going to do.
“LET... HER... GO...” Lehran said sharply in a tone that even startled Zakura. Naturally, Zakura, who was just proving a point, did, and even comforted Altina, and soon the little girl was happily running around again, oblivious to what just happened.
“That’s your dark side, Lehran,” said Zakura, “I was just proving a point. I would never want to hurt your little sister.”
Lehran was still breathing quickly. Koara put her arm around him.
“Relax, Lehran,” she said, “it’s just part of who we as people are. It doesn’t make you any less of a Serenes than before. All of them, even Kai, were notoriously difficult to anger, but if you set them off...”
She paused and shuddered. She may have never done that, but she knew the consequences that came from making a Serenes mad. They were the type of people who were not designed to get angry similar to how Zuki Meisha was not designed to cry.
“So that’s my story folks,” said Kimiko darkly, “so now you know a little more about me. I am not fearless. People are my fear.”
“I see,” Royota commented, “thank you for the story.”
“You’re welcome,” said Kimiko, “it wasn’t a terribly big deal now that I think about it. it just made me stronger.”
“Stronger,” Katara I exclaimed, “how is that,”
“Because, I revealed who I was,” said Kimiko in response, “I mean, everyone has a Dark Side.”
~Azula~
CHAPTER 52: EVERYONE HAS A DARK SIDE
Since there had never really been a time for the members of The Avatar Guard to properly tell a little about themselves to each other, they figured that this “Great Story Time” might as well be now when they had no tasks at hand [save finding Katara Altina II, which no one in the world had been able to properly do because of how evasive the young girl was], and so they did.
The person whose story the people wanted to hear the most was the story of what had happened to Kimiko. Naturally, she was not very comfortable with people asking her so many questions; some of which also involved her stunt with the flaming dragon at the Southern Water Tribe. Lehran though, came to her rescue.
“Don’t pester her if she doesn’t want to talk,” he said, “she’s not as outgoing as some of us, and neither am I. I would like it if you gave her the respect that you give me.”
This actually plucked up Kimiko’s courage.
“If you want to hear the story,” she said in a quiet and enigmatic tone, “then sit down and listen closely.”
Incidentally, everyone did, including The Four Benders, The Secret Service, and even Cheng and Taki. Cheng did not even know what exactly Kimiko went through while she was in prison, as it had been a few weeks between the time her family was killed and the time Cheng saved her.
“Those who knew me before the incident knew me as a powerful young lady who was not afraid to speak her mind,” she said, “and up until a few days shy of my 18th birthday, I lived up to that.
That was when it happened. They took my family and slew them before my own eyes. It was a moment that could have devastated even the strongest person. I know someone in this room who can relate.”
She glanced over at Zakura, who looked shocked.
“What do you know about me,” she asked suspiciously,
“Many things,” said Kimiko, still retaining her mysterious tone, “but don’t worry, Zakura; do you really think I would be turning against you, or would try to make you feel bad in any way?”
“If anything,” said Zakura, “I’d be more worried about me doing it to you.”
“Good, good,” said Kimiko, “then nothing is out of the ordinary.”
“Then carry on,” said Zakura bluntly,
“Alright then,” Kimiko replied, “well, after knowing that it was my loud mouth that provoked them to kill my parents and older brother, I wasn’t about to talk to anyone there again. I wasn’t afraid of them, but rather, was afraid to talk to them. I never did, and so they thought they had succeeded in breaking me. However, there is still the spirit of Nagishima fury that course through my body. The day I meet Feng again is the day that one of us will be left begging and screaming for mercy.”
“So what exactly happened,” Cheng asked, having known Kimiko longer than the rest of them, yet he was still curious;
“Anytime I was alone I would do things,” Kimiko replied, “none of the prison guard ever knew that I was preparing for the day where Feng and I would face each other again on the field of battle...”
“So how’s our little prisoner,” Feng asked leering at the seemingly sobbing Kimiko in her cell. Naturally, Kimiko didn’t answer. She turned her head the opposite way.
“Now, now, don’t be sad,” he said, “Surely you will be able to become stronger than us one day and break out.”
This caused the other guards in the area to laugh as well. However, Kimiko said nothing yet again.
“Why don’t you speak,” he said, sounding slightly impatient, “or have you become so scared of existing that you think we’ll kill you if you talk?”
Kimiko’s face was hidden in the shadows, and she still wasn’t facing them. Her burn that had formed on her left eye was still forming into a scar, and so it still hurt. As a result, Kimiko gently put one of her also burned hands against it.
“Speak,” snapped Feng impatiently, “or suffer!”
The next thing Kimiko knew her palms and soles were burned. It was nothing permanent, but it was something they would do to her regularly, and it was the reason they were so red when Cheng rescued her. However, after they threw her head first back into her cell and disappeared for the evening, Kimiko was not crying. She was laughing.
“the tougher the scrape, the brighter I shine,” she muttered to herself, glancing up at her tiny window, where moonlight was pouring in; she had learned that phrase from her parents, who had learned it from an aged waterbender named Koara Lombardi (and this was the selfsame Koara who was a 93-year-old woman that was part of their group).
Kimiko was much, much tougher than she looked. She was skinny because she wasn’t very well-fed in the prison, but she was strong. She’d often put herself to sleep hanging from the bars on top of her cell. She’d sometimes hang from her feet. Using this and her own body weight, she would lift, and thus train.
She would also keep her spiritual energy up by bending whenever the guards were not around [as that would result in severe punishment]. She was a prodigy, and knew how to redirect lightning like she had been taught by her parents. She’d shoot a blast of lightning at some of the metal bars, which would deflect it back towards her, where she would either absorb it or reflect it again, and the noise it caused would always cause guards to come.
No one in the prison knew that this little scar-faced girl could wield lightning, and so when she feigned sleep upon their arrival to investigate the crackling noise, they never suspected her. Sometimes others got punished for her deeds, but in prison, it was everyone for them selves, and Kimiko didn’t even know anyone in there, as she was by herself.
This used a lot of her energy though, and so Kimiko was often, if not always, tired upon inspection. This usually resulted in punishment, but like with all other punishment, she infuriated the guards (mostly Feng) by not screaming or yelling or ever saying anything. Proud Kimiko was not about to lose her last will to live to these barbarians who had killed her family. She had sworn on their graves that she would avenge them or be killed trying, which was why she was here.
The only downside to Kimiko’s plan was that she had no idea of how to escape, but that was where Cheng came in. he took care of that problem for her by going through what he did to free her.
“And here I am,” said Kimiko, “I still don’t like talking to people, but I don’t mind fighting them. After all, who here knows about Izuka Nagishima?”
“Aye,” said Tenoko, “that was the name of the former Dark Warrior; whom I defeated. I presume he was related to you?”
“Aye,” Kimiko replied, “I don’t exactly remember how, but it’s not like he was a good person, so it wasn’t like I missed him. But that’s not my point. My point it; is that I’m a lot like him. It’s part of the Nagishima bloodline.”
“Who are you,” exclaimed Ryuka in disbelief. If he of all people was surprised, then this was something big.
“I’m just Kimiko Nagishima,” Kimiko replied, “I serve The Avatar Guard and will fight The Order until the day I die.”
“Are you sure you’re alright,” Lehran asked, “you just seem... different.”
“Everybody has a dark side, Lehran,” said Zakura darkly, “even Avatar Kai Serenes II did. Some people don’t show their dark sides as often, but she had one, and from what the other avatars tell me, it was feared and respected. Even you have one, Lehran.”
“I do,” Lehran exclaimed, and Zakura’s response was snatching up little Altina, who was running around. She held her up and put a knife to her throat, where she began panicking.
Lehran’s hair stood on end. Zakura looked like she was really ready to do what he thought she was going to do.
“LET... HER... GO...” Lehran said sharply in a tone that even startled Zakura. Naturally, Zakura, who was just proving a point, did, and even comforted Altina, and soon the little girl was happily running around again, oblivious to what just happened.
“That’s your dark side, Lehran,” said Zakura, “I was just proving a point. I would never want to hurt your little sister.”
Lehran was still breathing quickly. Koara put her arm around him.
“Relax, Lehran,” she said, “it’s just part of who we as people are. It doesn’t make you any less of a Serenes than before. All of them, even Kai, were notoriously difficult to anger, but if you set them off...”
She paused and shuddered. She may have never done that, but she knew the consequences that came from making a Serenes mad. They were the type of people who were not designed to get angry similar to how Zuki Meisha was not designed to cry.
“So that’s my story folks,” said Kimiko darkly, “so now you know a little more about me. I am not fearless. People are my fear.”
“I see,” Royota commented, “thank you for the story.”
“You’re welcome,” said Kimiko, “it wasn’t a terribly big deal now that I think about it. it just made me stronger.”
“Stronger,” Katara I exclaimed, “how is that,”
“Because, I revealed who I was,” said Kimiko in response, “I mean, everyone has a Dark Side.”
~Azula~
