Post by Articho Reville on Apr 30, 2017 6:46:05 GMT
Articho stood in front of the mirror in his room, wrapping his hand wraps around his hands as he stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes looked down at his right hand as he finished wrapping it. He studied the white cloth that covered his palm for a moment before curling his hand into a fist. The hybrid could hear his parents downstairs with a few of his mother’s friends as they threw a baby shower for her. He could only imagine how uncomfortable it all made his father. Turrip was doing his best to be fatherly, but his Saiyan nature called back to him often. Articho chuckled at the thought of his father’s discomfort before a feeling of envy creeped into his heart. A scowl crossed his face and he slammed his fist into the wall next to his mirror.
‘Dammit, don’t think like this!’ he thought, his gaze returning to his reflection. ‘This is immature! She’s your sister!’ A scolding he had been giving himself often, yet it seemed to have no effect on what his heart was set on. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was jealous of his sister. Jealous that she would get the father he had always wanted around and jealous that she would get a normal childhood free of the challenge to find and defeat said father.
A caught a hint of gold flashing into his hair as he glared at himself in the mirror. Articho growled quietly before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His unfounded jealousy was beginning to make his temper spike as the anger towards his own emotions began to peak. He needed to get out of the house for a bit. Luckily, his mother had given him permission to do what he wanted during the baby shower. No doubt his the spike in his energy had alerted his father downstairs and the hybrid wanted to bounce before his father came to investigate. Articho grabbed his jacket from his bed, throwing it on as he made his way to the window. He slid it open and took off into the sky, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He felt his head begin to clear out as he began to fly in the direction of a familiar energy. One he hadn’t visited in quite a long time.
It didn’t take long for Arti to find the home of his old master, Yamago. It hadn’t changed much in the two years since he’d left, perhaps a little more run down, but still the same old shack he had spent eight years of his life training in. Memories came pouring back into his mind of time he spent with Yamago, bringing a soft smile to his face. It was weird being back after so much time. He wondered if Yamago would be angry that the young hybrid hadn’t come back sooner.
“And to think, I thought you’d actually forgotten about me,” came an old, tired voice from the house. Articho grinned as he touched down on the ground and bowed respectfully to his old master. He looked back up and gave the old man a once over. He hadn’t changed much since the last time Arti saw him, if only a little bit more stooped over and tired looking.
“Apologies, master. It’s been a hectic few years,” Articho replied, bowing his head slightly.
“I’ll say. In all my years of life, the last few have had more activity than all the others combined,” Yamago harrumphed. “Crazy androids, Saiyans invading, and countless other crazy events. It’s almost like some giant gods are playing with our lives like it was a game of some sort!”
“That is kind of weird when you think about it…” Articho agreed, scratching his chin.
“Ah, don’t listen to me. I’m just a crazy old man rambling,” Yamago said, waving his hand dismissively. “So, tell me, my boy. What brings you way out here?”
“Just...needed to get out for a little bit,” Articho said, scratching the back of his head. “It’s a long story.”
“If there’s one thing I have, Articho, it’s time. Come. Sit with me and tell me what you’ve been up to for these past two years.” Yamago gestured to his shack and walked back inside, sitting down on a cushion beside a low table. Arti followed in behind him and sat on the cushion opposite of his old master. He began recounting everything he had done since he had left two years before. He talked about everything: training with Ninjin, Realigner Red, the Saiyan Invasion, finding his father, his travels through space, his death and subsequent training with King Kai, and becoming the master of the Turtle School. He only began to trip up in his story upon reaching the subject of his mother’s pregnancy and unborn sister.
“...and that’s why I’m out here. Just taking a chance to get out of the house for a little bit while my parents have the baby shower,” Articho explained. Yamago sat silently across from his former pupil for a moment.
“There is something you are not telling me, Articho,” the old man stated simply. Articho didn’t reply, looking down at his lap instead, essentially confirming Yamago’s statement. “Be at ease, my boy. I never judged you in the past and I will not judge you now.”
Articho stayed silent for a moment before looking up at his old master. “I...I can’t help but think of how my sister will be getting a life I never had. One with our father there and one where she doesn’t get angry at him for not being around and just wanting him to be there to see what she accomplishes and stuff. And as much as I hate to say it outloud, I’m jealous. I’m jealous of my sister and she’s not even born yet…”
“And you feel like feeling this way is wrong, yes?” Yamago asked. The old man rose as a kettle began to whistle, retrieving it and bringing it back to the table. He poured two cups and pushed one to the other side of the table, keeping the other for himself.
Articho nodded, his eyes looking down at the cup of hot tea in front of him without touching it. Yamago took a sip of his own tea as silence filled the air. “Your feelings are not invalid, my boy,” the old man said. “Your sister is getting the life you could have had and have always wanted. Your jealousy does not make you a bad person, however. It is what you do about it that defines you. Do not fester in your jealousy and let it make you bitter. Do you understand?”
"I think so,” Articho replied. Yamago nodded in satisfaction and stood.
“Come, my boy. I would like to show you something.” The old man walked outside, with Articho not far behind. “My time on Earth grows short and I have one more thing to teach you before I pass on. It is simple, but I am certain that in your hands, it can be made into something great.”
“I can try, master,” Articho said, bowing his head respectfully.
“And you will succeed. Now, watch carefully,” Yamago instructed. The old man lifted his right hand up, where a yellow ball of energy formed and quickly began to spin around in his palm. A moment later, Yamago threw it at the side of the mountain. It tore at the rock and bored fairly deep for its size into the mountain before it finally dissipated. “The attack may be small, but it is quite concentrated and adding the spinning increasing the power behind it. Think you can do that?”
Articho nodded and raised his hand up, mimicking his old master’s motions. The yellow ball of energy formed in his hand and quickly began spinning in his hand. He threw it at the side of the mountain, causing quite a bit more damage and burrowing deeper into the stone than Yamago did.
“Simple enough, yes?” Yamago asked as his former pupil returned to a neutral position. Articho smiled and nodded in confirmation.
“I’ve already got a few ideas on how to improve it, but that’ll have to come later,” Articho replied. “I should head back and actually go to my mother’s baby shower. I think that’ll make her happy.”
“That’s excellent to hear. But I have one more thing to request of you before you leave,” the old man said, smiling softly.
“Visit more often?”
Yamago laughed and shook his head. “Right on the nose, Articho. You’ve brightened up since you were a kid!”
Articho shot his old master a joking glare before taking off into the sky and waving good bye. The old man waved back, then turned and walked back into his house. Articho speed off into the distance, turning the shack into nothing but a speck in the span of a few seconds as he flew towards the Southern Capital. He figured he should pick up a present for his mother if he was going to go to her baby shower.
‘Dammit, don’t think like this!’ he thought, his gaze returning to his reflection. ‘This is immature! She’s your sister!’ A scolding he had been giving himself often, yet it seemed to have no effect on what his heart was set on. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was jealous of his sister. Jealous that she would get the father he had always wanted around and jealous that she would get a normal childhood free of the challenge to find and defeat said father.
A caught a hint of gold flashing into his hair as he glared at himself in the mirror. Articho growled quietly before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His unfounded jealousy was beginning to make his temper spike as the anger towards his own emotions began to peak. He needed to get out of the house for a bit. Luckily, his mother had given him permission to do what he wanted during the baby shower. No doubt his the spike in his energy had alerted his father downstairs and the hybrid wanted to bounce before his father came to investigate. Articho grabbed his jacket from his bed, throwing it on as he made his way to the window. He slid it open and took off into the sky, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He felt his head begin to clear out as he began to fly in the direction of a familiar energy. One he hadn’t visited in quite a long time.
It didn’t take long for Arti to find the home of his old master, Yamago. It hadn’t changed much in the two years since he’d left, perhaps a little more run down, but still the same old shack he had spent eight years of his life training in. Memories came pouring back into his mind of time he spent with Yamago, bringing a soft smile to his face. It was weird being back after so much time. He wondered if Yamago would be angry that the young hybrid hadn’t come back sooner.
“And to think, I thought you’d actually forgotten about me,” came an old, tired voice from the house. Articho grinned as he touched down on the ground and bowed respectfully to his old master. He looked back up and gave the old man a once over. He hadn’t changed much since the last time Arti saw him, if only a little bit more stooped over and tired looking.
“Apologies, master. It’s been a hectic few years,” Articho replied, bowing his head slightly.
“I’ll say. In all my years of life, the last few have had more activity than all the others combined,” Yamago harrumphed. “Crazy androids, Saiyans invading, and countless other crazy events. It’s almost like some giant gods are playing with our lives like it was a game of some sort!”
“That is kind of weird when you think about it…” Articho agreed, scratching his chin.
“Ah, don’t listen to me. I’m just a crazy old man rambling,” Yamago said, waving his hand dismissively. “So, tell me, my boy. What brings you way out here?”
“Just...needed to get out for a little bit,” Articho said, scratching the back of his head. “It’s a long story.”
“If there’s one thing I have, Articho, it’s time. Come. Sit with me and tell me what you’ve been up to for these past two years.” Yamago gestured to his shack and walked back inside, sitting down on a cushion beside a low table. Arti followed in behind him and sat on the cushion opposite of his old master. He began recounting everything he had done since he had left two years before. He talked about everything: training with Ninjin, Realigner Red, the Saiyan Invasion, finding his father, his travels through space, his death and subsequent training with King Kai, and becoming the master of the Turtle School. He only began to trip up in his story upon reaching the subject of his mother’s pregnancy and unborn sister.
“...and that’s why I’m out here. Just taking a chance to get out of the house for a little bit while my parents have the baby shower,” Articho explained. Yamago sat silently across from his former pupil for a moment.
“There is something you are not telling me, Articho,” the old man stated simply. Articho didn’t reply, looking down at his lap instead, essentially confirming Yamago’s statement. “Be at ease, my boy. I never judged you in the past and I will not judge you now.”
Articho stayed silent for a moment before looking up at his old master. “I...I can’t help but think of how my sister will be getting a life I never had. One with our father there and one where she doesn’t get angry at him for not being around and just wanting him to be there to see what she accomplishes and stuff. And as much as I hate to say it outloud, I’m jealous. I’m jealous of my sister and she’s not even born yet…”
“And you feel like feeling this way is wrong, yes?” Yamago asked. The old man rose as a kettle began to whistle, retrieving it and bringing it back to the table. He poured two cups and pushed one to the other side of the table, keeping the other for himself.
Articho nodded, his eyes looking down at the cup of hot tea in front of him without touching it. Yamago took a sip of his own tea as silence filled the air. “Your feelings are not invalid, my boy,” the old man said. “Your sister is getting the life you could have had and have always wanted. Your jealousy does not make you a bad person, however. It is what you do about it that defines you. Do not fester in your jealousy and let it make you bitter. Do you understand?”
"I think so,” Articho replied. Yamago nodded in satisfaction and stood.
“Come, my boy. I would like to show you something.” The old man walked outside, with Articho not far behind. “My time on Earth grows short and I have one more thing to teach you before I pass on. It is simple, but I am certain that in your hands, it can be made into something great.”
“I can try, master,” Articho said, bowing his head respectfully.
“And you will succeed. Now, watch carefully,” Yamago instructed. The old man lifted his right hand up, where a yellow ball of energy formed and quickly began to spin around in his palm. A moment later, Yamago threw it at the side of the mountain. It tore at the rock and bored fairly deep for its size into the mountain before it finally dissipated. “The attack may be small, but it is quite concentrated and adding the spinning increasing the power behind it. Think you can do that?”
Articho nodded and raised his hand up, mimicking his old master’s motions. The yellow ball of energy formed in his hand and quickly began spinning in his hand. He threw it at the side of the mountain, causing quite a bit more damage and burrowing deeper into the stone than Yamago did.
“Simple enough, yes?” Yamago asked as his former pupil returned to a neutral position. Articho smiled and nodded in confirmation.
“I’ve already got a few ideas on how to improve it, but that’ll have to come later,” Articho replied. “I should head back and actually go to my mother’s baby shower. I think that’ll make her happy.”
“That’s excellent to hear. But I have one more thing to request of you before you leave,” the old man said, smiling softly.
“Visit more often?”
Yamago laughed and shook his head. “Right on the nose, Articho. You’ve brightened up since you were a kid!”
Articho shot his old master a joking glare before taking off into the sky and waving good bye. The old man waved back, then turned and walked back into his house. Articho speed off into the distance, turning the shack into nothing but a speck in the span of a few seconds as he flew towards the Southern Capital. He figured he should pick up a present for his mother if he was going to go to her baby shower.