Another short story, and it's kind of random, but I've seen similar stories, though I only vaguely remember them. And after typing this, it just seems...wrong somehow. And I rated it T just because (and the title's kind of stupid).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Storm Hawks.
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Snipe walked along a dark, random hallway, scowling. He had just left a room after a talk with Ravess, the conversation involving a mission, and who would get said mission. Ravess, of course, won the argument, leaving Snipe in a very foul mood. He had left the room, fuming.
After walking for a bit, Snipe calmed, smiling slightly at what Ravess was going to have to deal with. Snipe imagined Ravess flying along on her skimmer, with one of her underlings playing her theme song on the violin. Snipe, closing his eyes, amused himself by pretending to chase the underling. Soon, the guy was floating down via parachute, playing a sad tune.
Snipe laughed stupidly at the image. He'd have to actually try that sometime. He'd love to see Ravess' face when her theme song suddenly vanished. Snipe wondered vaguely if it was the same cronie playing all the time.
Snipe shook his head. He didn't feel like thinking at the moment, it hurt his head. Snipe was about to head for the kitchen, when he heard groans coming from Master Cyclonis' room. Snipe, actually curious, came closer to hear the voices coming from inside. It was Master Cyclonis herself, and Dark Ace.
"No, not like that you fool!"
"But, I've never done this before!"
"You need to stretch more."
"I can't go any further than this!"
"Try! You wanted to do this."
There was a pained moan.
Snipe listened with increasing horror, looking as though he'd be sick to his stomach any time now.
"I can't do this anymore!"
"You can keep going a few minutes. It won't kill you."
"I'm sore all over though."
"You should be grateful I agreed to teach you this."
There was a groan, and Snipe teetered where he stood, close to passing out.
"I didn't realize it'd be so painful."
"You're in shape."
"Not everyone can move their bodies like this."
"I do this every morning."
"You do? Maybe I should get Ravess to help me practice. She'd be less harsh."
"Maybe, but I'm still the master of it."
"Yes, Master Cyclonis."
By now, Snipe had passed out on the ground outside, his poor mind unable to comprehend what could be going on.
The thump caused by Snipe hitting the ground alerted the occupants of the room. Dark Ace opened the door and glanced down at the limp form of Snipe. He turned back. "It's just that fool Snipe...unconscious."
Master Cyclonis was on a yoga mat, stretching her arms. "Well, leave him there. Same time tomorrow?"
Dark Ace nodded his consent, and took his leave, shutting the door and stepping over Snipe's prone form. He walked off in the direction of his room, wincing.
Who knew yoga could be so painful?
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And, the end. Review if you'd like. I bet some people thought it was something else, if not, you probably read similar things in other stories. This was just some random thing that came up after episode 15, because of the word yoga. And I needed something to write.
So, until next time, thanks for reading and/or reviewing!