Sick With the Flu
A beautiful morning in King's orphanage. To Peter, it was just like any other morning. He was staying with King in preparation for The King Of Iron Fist Tournament 3. So far, he had made fair progress. Hey practicing to be a strong, fast, and intelligent fighter can be stressful. The sunlight beamed into his face, stroking his cheeks playfully. As he rose up out of his bed, he walked over to the nearby window.
"It's going to be beautiful today. The perfect day to go to an amusement park." He said this because today was the day when he would finally get a break from all of his vigorous training. King and Armor King had set it up for the orphans. They thought that it would be a great way for all of them to be free. Peter smiled to himself as he washed up. Upon turning off the sink, Peter heard something. Something that made him groan in despair.
"Ha…ha…HHAAAAA-CHUUU!" Peter knew that this meant that somebody must be sick. He quickly threw on his red shirt and zipped his jeans as he opened his door. Armor King was dressed and ready to go. The kids were all standing near King's door. "No…" Peter whispered as he realized that King was still in bed.
"What's wrong?" he said as he walked over to King's side and knelt down. King's eyes were puffy and red, instead of their usual green luster. King moved to sit up with his back against the white cotton pillow. The kids looked at each other, disappointment being clear in their expressions. King breathed slowly, his eyes closed before he finally decided to speak. "I don't feel so good. cough Oh, why does this has to happen to me today?"
Peter looked to Armor King, then back to King. "Well, did you feel anything yesterday?" King thought back to the previous day. He couldn't think of anything all that serious, oh wait, there was yesterday's soar throat. And oh yeah, that headache he had in the morning before. "Well, yesterday I was a little hazy, but it wasn't all that bad."
"Well, obviously it wasn't a small bug either." Peter said. King couldn't help but laugh at his friend's reasoning, those same laughs turned to heavy coughs. "Looks like he's got a flu." Armor King said as he felt King's forehead. Peter winced along with King as he could almost feel the pain. It's been five days since Peter lost his family. King planned this trip to try to take Peter's mind off of things. That wouldn't be easy.
"Does this mean that we're not going?" one of the boys asked. Armor King looked over to the group of what consisted of five children. He let a sigh escape his mouth, causing the children to moan in sadness. "You know what? Armor, why don't you take the rest of the kids and go. I'll stay here and watch over King."
"Nonsense Pete. I can take care of myself, you go too and I'll stay." King said, almost pleading for Peter to go and have a good time. All he wanted was for Peter to be given a chance to have fun, not mope around and look after his step-father, a man he barely knew. "Listen, you've done a lot for me, the least I can do is stay and make sure you don't get worse."
Armor King perked up upon hearing the idea. It was be a great chance for the two friends to bond. "Well I think it would be great if Peter could stay and watch over you." Armor King admired the young fighter. While Peter was only 16, he was very wise for his age.
"Okay, so you guys go ahead and I'll stay here. Have fun!"
okay, so that was the first chapter. This story is gonna be very short, like three chapters but I wrote it before and I think it would be a great side story that brings out the best in Peter and King.
