Phoenix Trails does not own G.I Joe or any of its characters. However I do own my OC's including Black Moon. This story is rated teen for violence, minor language, and mentions of death also tini-tiny amounts of gore if you squint.
12 years ago...
A gentle breeze blew through my long black hair as I waited for Hard Master to come down from his place of meditation. Every now and then a Skylark would move in the branches of a cherry tree, making a few of the pink flowers fall gracefully to the ground near my feet. It was peaceful. Hard Master came down from his perch after a few minutes; his crimson and golden long robes gliding across the ground. He bowed low at the waist after he approached.
"Good night, Hard Master." I said bowing at the waist as well. After all he was my higher up so I have to be respectful. He took me in when I had nowhere to go and would have been taken to an orphanage. I owe it to him.
"Good night to you as well Black Moon" Hard Master replied just before there was a loud crash that went through the temple and it's lush gardens. It sounded like fighting and it was coming from the kitchen. Please don't let it be Tommy. Hard Master already doesn't like him he doesn't need another reason to punish him.
"Come" he ordered me after him as he made is way towards the temple's kitchen.
When we got there, I already had my throwing knives out. The steel of the blades reflected the light of the room; they were flared ready to kill anyone who dare threaten my brother. I looked in to see my brother in sword, fighting some street boy. It looked like he was caught stealing food while Mori, the chef, was momentarily out of the room. His shaggy dark brown hair stood out against his pale skin, he wasn't Japanese. Maybe American. His amber eyes swirled in pain, as Storm Shadow held him down against one of the counters. Poor thing looks skinny. I put my weapons away and walked further into the roomy.
"Storm Shadow enough!" Hard Master's voice echoed in the old kitchen. They both looked up at him in shock (for totally different reasons) while I further studied the boy. He was thin and filthy but had good fighting skills considering that he held his own in a fight with storm shadow. That took skill, even I couldn't hold my own in a fight with Storm Shadow. Well not in hand to hand any way. None the less a street boy with probably very little training if any at all, in less the top condition did what I couldn't. Very interesting. He had born skill.
"But master he was stealing we must turn him into the authorities." Storm replied hastily, throwing a glare towards the boy, who was now leaning against one of the counters.
"Don't you think that's a little rash Storm, he was only stealing so he could survive, I would have done the same." I interrupted not liking were it was going. He was only hungry and he looked like he really needed the food and its nutrition.
All eyes turned to me at my comment. Hmm they must not have known I was there. Hmm usually Hard Master knows I'm here and I wasn't even trying to be silent. I guess that is why I'm called Black Moon. Hidden but still there. New Moon would have been more correct but hey Black Moon sounds more ninja-ish. Surprise then anger crossed Storm's face. Anger not at me but the fact that he didn't notice me. He never liked not knowing where I was or that I was right next to him and he didn't even notice me. He always saw me as a sister, so he found it his job to make me feel happy, loved and noticed. Except when we sparred, he knew not to go easy because then I'd get mad at him and he didn't like it when I was angry because I ended up ignoring him for a few hours or days depending on how much I disliked him at that point. He learned from experience. And after that I would pretend to be angry at him for about a month until he couldn't take it. It was very entertaining to say in the least.
"I agree with you Black Moon, he is to stay here and learn the right path to take, just like I have taught you and those before you. Storm Shadow go get him some clean clothes and Black Moon's medicine bag. Black Moon get some food in him and treat his wounds when Storm Shadow comes back. You can show him around the temple tomorrow." Hard Master finally said after a few minutes.
A loud "Yes Master" echoed through the kitchen and into the endless halls that made up the temple.
"Hard Master, what of a name for him." I asked him just before he turned and left the kitchen.
"He shall be called Snake eyes."
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