Hey Everyone, it's Midori...I'm finally back to writing after some strange
events (mainly just a regular school year ;p). Anyhow, this is my new
story, "Lack There Of".
It's about Yamato Ishida a master/commander of odd sorts and his less than
appropriate servent/mentor, Mimi Tachikawa. Anyways, here you go without
and further ado, the prologue to "Lack There of"
~~~~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure you want to do that?" She asked suddenly, throwing off his work. He sighed, and turned to her, gripping a wire in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other.
"are you questioning my authority and wisdom-filled judgment, oh small one?"
"yes"
He rolled his eyes and she smiled sweetly, putting on some goggles and tipping over a table to hide behind. Now, feeling somewhat secure, she peeked at him from over the top of her shelter. He stared at her for a moment then muttered, "I can't believe there is such a lack of respect for my judgment.it's not like I'll blow out the power or cause a nuclear bomb to drop or something...and to hear it from a mere child..."
The girl silently came over to him and gave her courteous head bob- bow, taking the multi-colored wire from his hand and picking up a few more with it. Quietly, as to not further get him any more off track, she said," Actually sir, the age margin between us is only about 2 years 1 month and 3 days..." He glared at her and she bowed her head again in apology before continuing. "If you were to cut those two wires it would lead to a core meltdown. You are messing with the main power unit sir, and it isn't wise to be messing with it with no clue as to what you are doing. You aren't even supposed to be clipping anything in here..you're supposed to be working on fixing the plumbing in your bathroom, remember?"
He threw down his tools in frustration and stood, watching her stand before him as if she were an equal, possibly even better than him... Quite deflated he stated, "you always have to throw off the drama of the scenario, don't you?" She nodded, still lacking the essential "servant" quality he preferred in most people. Picking up his pliers he proceeded on," and you can't show any sign of respect for your master, can you?"
"nope"
"why?"
"Because if I did, I'd be an old, pruny, freak of nature who is thinking that screwing with the system mainframe is going to get his plumbing fixed."
This brought on a fiery glare, as the boy looked to her in confusion/hatred. "No offence of course, master," she finished almost inaudibly, and he watched her actually bow for once in his presence.
"None taken, but you had better watch yourself, kid, or the others might find that they want you outta here under a tombstone in Writhworth's lot," he scoffed as she walked off to the door, pausing a moment to say, "bastard," over her shoulder before walking out to the control room.....
He sighed as he watched her go. It was wonderful to have some peace for once, though something still bothered him. How was it that he, the chillingly cruel master, could bring fear to any person on the planet, but yet, not to this one girl. How was it that she was bold enough to speak to him in a tone that suggests equality when he was far better than her. or are you he thought. It was true that in power he could do almost anything, whether it be crushing some army or just plain out conquering the world, but she still had him go soft anytime she was around him. She could unarm him so easily, and yet, if anyone else even dare show a lack of respect, they'd get their heads cut off without further thought on the matter. She had something alright, and he didn't like it.
The girl bobbed her head back in the door after a good 5 minutes of his unneeded thoughts, now formal and business like, pretending that she wasn't the stupid little child helping with blowing out the power. More importantly, she gave proper etiquette and took time to bow graciously when entering, which scared him in a way, trying to figure out why the hell she chose to respect him now.
"Master?"
"What in the 7 hells is it now, girl?"
"Um, there's a problem..."
"What did you do?"
She shifted nervously, staring at the floor. In a low voice, she muttered, "I haven't done anything...yet" He glanced at his mess of wires and tools, to the window, then back to her, making her eyes dart frantically back to the floor once more.
"Then what the hell is the problem?" he growled and she looked at him in surprise. She inhaled a short breath, and stepped further into the room. With some speed and difficulty she recited, "Assassin 07289 is on line 2. He reports that Master Kaji of the Eastern Sector is indeed dead. However, the rebel forces, in the mourning of their master, have assembled to fight whoever had done this. Ex-Ruler/advisor Lord Jornuxe has become the temporary leader in the master's passing, and is in conference now with Master Dommitan of the Southern Sector for a treaty between the two. They are to be allies..in a war...against whoever is up for blame. It is reported as well that advice was given in order to keep you from murdering so many important idols out of the same sector without a break period in between. Of course, being the stubborn *cough*ass*cough* you were, you refused the somewhat wise advice. They are assembling an army of millions, billions, and who knows how many odd people....we are going to war, Sir. That is all."
He cursed vividly and she continued to find great interest in the dirt. After a few minutes of venting, he walked over and stood before her. She looked at him, and he smiled one of those dear-god-I-need-to-kill- someone-now smiles, saying simply, "Child, tell Assassin 06384 to kill Assassin 07289, I'll be up in a minute. We have a new war to win, and we're going to need all the help we can get. We fly out tomorrow to gather an army to rival even the ones in the legends so long ago..." She looked at him oddly.
"We?"
"Yes, we...I'm going to need you to get killed for me, you know, like a food tester/ body gaurd, if you don't mind."
"Not at all sir, go right ahead with having me killed in some grotesque manner. I did hear sarcasm in your words, right?"
"Yes, kid, you did..."
"God, you have some sarcasm issues, sir...."
"Oh, shut up already..."
"Yes sir"
~~~~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~~
"Are you sure you want to do that?" She asked suddenly, throwing off his work. He sighed, and turned to her, gripping a wire in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other.
"are you questioning my authority and wisdom-filled judgment, oh small one?"
"yes"
He rolled his eyes and she smiled sweetly, putting on some goggles and tipping over a table to hide behind. Now, feeling somewhat secure, she peeked at him from over the top of her shelter. He stared at her for a moment then muttered, "I can't believe there is such a lack of respect for my judgment.it's not like I'll blow out the power or cause a nuclear bomb to drop or something...and to hear it from a mere child..."
The girl silently came over to him and gave her courteous head bob- bow, taking the multi-colored wire from his hand and picking up a few more with it. Quietly, as to not further get him any more off track, she said," Actually sir, the age margin between us is only about 2 years 1 month and 3 days..." He glared at her and she bowed her head again in apology before continuing. "If you were to cut those two wires it would lead to a core meltdown. You are messing with the main power unit sir, and it isn't wise to be messing with it with no clue as to what you are doing. You aren't even supposed to be clipping anything in here..you're supposed to be working on fixing the plumbing in your bathroom, remember?"
He threw down his tools in frustration and stood, watching her stand before him as if she were an equal, possibly even better than him... Quite deflated he stated, "you always have to throw off the drama of the scenario, don't you?" She nodded, still lacking the essential "servant" quality he preferred in most people. Picking up his pliers he proceeded on," and you can't show any sign of respect for your master, can you?"
"nope"
"why?"
"Because if I did, I'd be an old, pruny, freak of nature who is thinking that screwing with the system mainframe is going to get his plumbing fixed."
This brought on a fiery glare, as the boy looked to her in confusion/hatred. "No offence of course, master," she finished almost inaudibly, and he watched her actually bow for once in his presence.
"None taken, but you had better watch yourself, kid, or the others might find that they want you outta here under a tombstone in Writhworth's lot," he scoffed as she walked off to the door, pausing a moment to say, "bastard," over her shoulder before walking out to the control room.....
He sighed as he watched her go. It was wonderful to have some peace for once, though something still bothered him. How was it that he, the chillingly cruel master, could bring fear to any person on the planet, but yet, not to this one girl. How was it that she was bold enough to speak to him in a tone that suggests equality when he was far better than her. or are you he thought. It was true that in power he could do almost anything, whether it be crushing some army or just plain out conquering the world, but she still had him go soft anytime she was around him. She could unarm him so easily, and yet, if anyone else even dare show a lack of respect, they'd get their heads cut off without further thought on the matter. She had something alright, and he didn't like it.
The girl bobbed her head back in the door after a good 5 minutes of his unneeded thoughts, now formal and business like, pretending that she wasn't the stupid little child helping with blowing out the power. More importantly, she gave proper etiquette and took time to bow graciously when entering, which scared him in a way, trying to figure out why the hell she chose to respect him now.
"Master?"
"What in the 7 hells is it now, girl?"
"Um, there's a problem..."
"What did you do?"
She shifted nervously, staring at the floor. In a low voice, she muttered, "I haven't done anything...yet" He glanced at his mess of wires and tools, to the window, then back to her, making her eyes dart frantically back to the floor once more.
"Then what the hell is the problem?" he growled and she looked at him in surprise. She inhaled a short breath, and stepped further into the room. With some speed and difficulty she recited, "Assassin 07289 is on line 2. He reports that Master Kaji of the Eastern Sector is indeed dead. However, the rebel forces, in the mourning of their master, have assembled to fight whoever had done this. Ex-Ruler/advisor Lord Jornuxe has become the temporary leader in the master's passing, and is in conference now with Master Dommitan of the Southern Sector for a treaty between the two. They are to be allies..in a war...against whoever is up for blame. It is reported as well that advice was given in order to keep you from murdering so many important idols out of the same sector without a break period in between. Of course, being the stubborn *cough*ass*cough* you were, you refused the somewhat wise advice. They are assembling an army of millions, billions, and who knows how many odd people....we are going to war, Sir. That is all."
He cursed vividly and she continued to find great interest in the dirt. After a few minutes of venting, he walked over and stood before her. She looked at him, and he smiled one of those dear-god-I-need-to-kill- someone-now smiles, saying simply, "Child, tell Assassin 06384 to kill Assassin 07289, I'll be up in a minute. We have a new war to win, and we're going to need all the help we can get. We fly out tomorrow to gather an army to rival even the ones in the legends so long ago..." She looked at him oddly.
"We?"
"Yes, we...I'm going to need you to get killed for me, you know, like a food tester/ body gaurd, if you don't mind."
"Not at all sir, go right ahead with having me killed in some grotesque manner. I did hear sarcasm in your words, right?"
"Yes, kid, you did..."
"God, you have some sarcasm issues, sir...."
"Oh, shut up already..."
"Yes sir"
