Post by Yocho on Sept 6, 2015 12:01:06 GMT
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Yocho opened his eyes and looked around him. Nothing. For the past few days, he had been sparring with Rische, his old friend and new-found old rival. Just before, Yocho had been knocked back by an incredibly powerful punch and he was only just starting to get back up. So far the two had only been using physical tactics. They weren’t using their ki or showing of their “special” moves. They were saving that for later (Although they were both flying while sparring). Yocho didn’t even use his tail, not least because he hated his Saiyan origins.
Yocho was still looking around, trying to figure out where Rische was hiding. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus his hearing and his smell to solve this problem. But as soon as he closed his eyes again, he got kicked in the back.
"Getting faster, I see," said Yocho, opening his eyes again.
"Or are you just getting slower?" asked Rische.
"I'd say..." Yocho started as he edged closer to Rische, "That whether you're getting faster is unimportant." Rische still had his eyes straight in front of him: Above Yocho. "Cause you see..." Yocho stood up and punched Rische as hard as you can. "You can never sneak up on me." Rische took a bit of time to get up, and then:
"Except for the fact that I just did, and you didn't notice until it was too late."
"Uh... It was a fluke?"
"Sure it was, sure it was." Rische looked back at the school. "Dude, I've go this trip tomorrow. I really need to get in early. Do you mind if we..."
"Call it a day?" Yocho gave his best smile. "Sure, you've gotta do what you've gotta do."
Although Yocho sure didn't feel the way he made out. He was not happy. When he was sparring with Rische, he could forget his problems, be a fighter, and nothing more. But when he got home, that's when the nightmares started. No, not nightmares. 3 years ago, he realised they were probably real. What he meant to say was that's when the memories started. The terrifying memories. Memories of a severed head which Yocho felt in his heart was his own father, and every night, Yocho felt the pain of having his tail cut over and over again. Sparring with Rische gave him an opportunity to avoid all of that.
When Yocho got home, he first tried to sleep. He failed miserably. Luckily, the memories weren't so bad in the daytime, but it was still hard to handle. Plus, he still worried every day about what would happen to him, getting revenge against the turtle hermit, and life in general. So he decided to travel outside. He travelled a lot around the town, mainly for days like today where he needed to avoid his thoughts.
Yocho decided to walk, as flying would take too much focus and he wanted to look around properly as he hadn't done so for quite a while. He lived in the run-down part of town, so as he looked around, he saw people begging on the street and sleeping on the street. He tried to avoid eye contact with them. He should be one of them.
Yocho didn't remember much about the first few years of his life, but he remembered living with an elderly couple until he got into the New Turtle School. He remembered caring about them, but in 5 years of living at the school, he had all but forgotten about them. When he got expelled, he returned to the house, only to discover they passed away, and nobody had stayed there out of respect. Yocho was upset at first, but mostly it fed into his anger at the world, a lot of which fed back into his hatred of the turtle hermit. In the end, though, the memories of the elderly couple that looked after him got lost in the many memories he had, and he didn't treat it as importantly as his hatred of the New Turtle School or his Saiyan heritage.
His house wasn't big, and Yocho slept on the floor. Even though he chose not to remember much about his adoptive "parents", he still respected them enough not to sleep on their (admittedly small) bed. By now, most people who knew him before he moved out knew he was living in the house. Even though he shouldn't be. Even though he should be homeless. He should be alone.
But somehow, he had friends in this place, even if most people just ignored him. One of his oldest friends was a man named Boshi. Ever since Yocho returned from the New Turtle School, Boshi was always there for him: Training him and teaching him life skills when he needed it. But tonight, when Yocho approached Boshi, he wasn't looking for a training partner, but someone who could explain to him something. As Yocho was travelling the slums, he had gotten looks from the people around, as if they were afraid of him or something, so of course, he went to the only person he knew wouldn't just run away.
Boshi told Yocho that the SSE was planning to invade the Earth very soon, and that most people were afraid of Saiyans, with good reason. Yocho questioned how they knew he was a Saiyan, and needed Boshi to remind him that the tail was a pretty big giveaway of his heritage. Yocho asked Boshi if he was able to spar with him tonight, but Boshi declined, saying he was too busy tonight.
As he continued walking, he saw a woman being attacked by a strong man. After a short struggle, he finally grabbed her purse. Yocho decided to help her out, even though he recognised her as one of the people giving him "the look" earlier. Neither of the two saw him, so he could easily get the purse back without much need for fighting. So he snuck up behind the man and kicked him in the back.
And he was starting to fall on the woman and she screamed in fear. Not the best idea Yocho ever thought of. He grabbed hold of the man and pulled him off of her, using a lot of strength as the man was really big. The woman sighed in relief, though Yocho could tell she still didn't trust him. He pushed the man away and told him not to bother the woman again. As Yocho turned to the woman, she seemed terrified until he returned her purse, to which she told him:
"You... You... Why would a member of the race trying to invade us save one woman's purse? Unless... You're not a part of the empire itself, are you?" Yocho nodded. "Most of us have seen you around, you've been here for years, how could you be trying to invade us?" The woman stuck out her hand to shake. "You probably didn't notice me looking at you like I wanted to kill you. But I did, and I'm sorry. I should have thought about it, I shouldn't have judged. Is there any chance you could forgive me?" Yocho's first thought was to just ignore her and move on, but he decided to shake her hand.
"It's fine, I suppose, but most people still think I actually do want to kill them."
"I'll set them straight."
"Thank you."
"It's nothing. I'm only telling them what we already know: That you are a good person."
But just as Yocho opened his mouth to speak again, a group of men in dark suits and sunglasses grabbed him and pushed him into a dark car with tinted windows. This was going to be a long night.
Yocho opened his eyes and looked around him. Nothing. For the past few days, he had been sparring with Rische, his old friend and new-found old rival. Just before, Yocho had been knocked back by an incredibly powerful punch and he was only just starting to get back up. So far the two had only been using physical tactics. They weren’t using their ki or showing of their “special” moves. They were saving that for later (Although they were both flying while sparring). Yocho didn’t even use his tail, not least because he hated his Saiyan origins.
Yocho was still looking around, trying to figure out where Rische was hiding. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus his hearing and his smell to solve this problem. But as soon as he closed his eyes again, he got kicked in the back.
"Getting faster, I see," said Yocho, opening his eyes again.
"Or are you just getting slower?" asked Rische.
"I'd say..." Yocho started as he edged closer to Rische, "That whether you're getting faster is unimportant." Rische still had his eyes straight in front of him: Above Yocho. "Cause you see..." Yocho stood up and punched Rische as hard as you can. "You can never sneak up on me." Rische took a bit of time to get up, and then:
"Except for the fact that I just did, and you didn't notice until it was too late."
"Uh... It was a fluke?"
"Sure it was, sure it was." Rische looked back at the school. "Dude, I've go this trip tomorrow. I really need to get in early. Do you mind if we..."
"Call it a day?" Yocho gave his best smile. "Sure, you've gotta do what you've gotta do."
Although Yocho sure didn't feel the way he made out. He was not happy. When he was sparring with Rische, he could forget his problems, be a fighter, and nothing more. But when he got home, that's when the nightmares started. No, not nightmares. 3 years ago, he realised they were probably real. What he meant to say was that's when the memories started. The terrifying memories. Memories of a severed head which Yocho felt in his heart was his own father, and every night, Yocho felt the pain of having his tail cut over and over again. Sparring with Rische gave him an opportunity to avoid all of that.
When Yocho got home, he first tried to sleep. He failed miserably. Luckily, the memories weren't so bad in the daytime, but it was still hard to handle. Plus, he still worried every day about what would happen to him, getting revenge against the turtle hermit, and life in general. So he decided to travel outside. He travelled a lot around the town, mainly for days like today where he needed to avoid his thoughts.
Yocho decided to walk, as flying would take too much focus and he wanted to look around properly as he hadn't done so for quite a while. He lived in the run-down part of town, so as he looked around, he saw people begging on the street and sleeping on the street. He tried to avoid eye contact with them. He should be one of them.
Yocho didn't remember much about the first few years of his life, but he remembered living with an elderly couple until he got into the New Turtle School. He remembered caring about them, but in 5 years of living at the school, he had all but forgotten about them. When he got expelled, he returned to the house, only to discover they passed away, and nobody had stayed there out of respect. Yocho was upset at first, but mostly it fed into his anger at the world, a lot of which fed back into his hatred of the turtle hermit. In the end, though, the memories of the elderly couple that looked after him got lost in the many memories he had, and he didn't treat it as importantly as his hatred of the New Turtle School or his Saiyan heritage.
His house wasn't big, and Yocho slept on the floor. Even though he chose not to remember much about his adoptive "parents", he still respected them enough not to sleep on their (admittedly small) bed. By now, most people who knew him before he moved out knew he was living in the house. Even though he shouldn't be. Even though he should be homeless. He should be alone.
But somehow, he had friends in this place, even if most people just ignored him. One of his oldest friends was a man named Boshi. Ever since Yocho returned from the New Turtle School, Boshi was always there for him: Training him and teaching him life skills when he needed it. But tonight, when Yocho approached Boshi, he wasn't looking for a training partner, but someone who could explain to him something. As Yocho was travelling the slums, he had gotten looks from the people around, as if they were afraid of him or something, so of course, he went to the only person he knew wouldn't just run away.
Boshi told Yocho that the SSE was planning to invade the Earth very soon, and that most people were afraid of Saiyans, with good reason. Yocho questioned how they knew he was a Saiyan, and needed Boshi to remind him that the tail was a pretty big giveaway of his heritage. Yocho asked Boshi if he was able to spar with him tonight, but Boshi declined, saying he was too busy tonight.
As he continued walking, he saw a woman being attacked by a strong man. After a short struggle, he finally grabbed her purse. Yocho decided to help her out, even though he recognised her as one of the people giving him "the look" earlier. Neither of the two saw him, so he could easily get the purse back without much need for fighting. So he snuck up behind the man and kicked him in the back.
And he was starting to fall on the woman and she screamed in fear. Not the best idea Yocho ever thought of. He grabbed hold of the man and pulled him off of her, using a lot of strength as the man was really big. The woman sighed in relief, though Yocho could tell she still didn't trust him. He pushed the man away and told him not to bother the woman again. As Yocho turned to the woman, she seemed terrified until he returned her purse, to which she told him:
"You... You... Why would a member of the race trying to invade us save one woman's purse? Unless... You're not a part of the empire itself, are you?" Yocho nodded. "Most of us have seen you around, you've been here for years, how could you be trying to invade us?" The woman stuck out her hand to shake. "You probably didn't notice me looking at you like I wanted to kill you. But I did, and I'm sorry. I should have thought about it, I shouldn't have judged. Is there any chance you could forgive me?" Yocho's first thought was to just ignore her and move on, but he decided to shake her hand.
"It's fine, I suppose, but most people still think I actually do want to kill them."
"I'll set them straight."
"Thank you."
"It's nothing. I'm only telling them what we already know: That you are a good person."
But just as Yocho opened his mouth to speak again, a group of men in dark suits and sunglasses grabbed him and pushed him into a dark car with tinted windows. This was going to be a long night.
