Training Sessions; Dodgeball

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Ziggy is about to get his first lesson…dodgeball anyone?

Disclaimer; Don't own them.

"One…"

Ziggy shivered slightly. He was cold and wet.

"Two…"

His teacher had a sick sense of humor. So does the little kids. They are enjoying this with their giggles and their smiles.

"Three…"

"Do I get to write a will?" He shouted. He glanced over at his Teach on the sidelines. He stood there all nice and dry with two more advanced students standing beside him. Lucky.

"No…FIRE!" Teach shouted.

He scrambled away from the flying water balloons. He stopped short of one balloon hitting him. He felt one barely touched his back. He ducked out of the way of another.

His luck pretty much ended after that. One water balloon hit him in the head. Another hit him in the leg. He stumbled to the ground after that. Of course, the other kids had to pelt him with the rest of the waterballs.

"Up! Up! Lying there will do you no good. You need to move even when you are hit. The longer you stay in one place, the more likely you will get hit again. Up! Up!" Teach shouted as he slammed his cane into the ground.

"Okay…Okay…"

He scrambled to his feet again when he heard his teach shouting fire. He did pretty well for his fourth time. Only two water balloons hit him and he didn't get hit the face again.

"Good…that is enough of that. Now, switch."

He stared at him in amazement. He wasn't sure he heard that right. He glanced over at the kids. They looked just as shocked. Oh, boy…he hoped he heard that right. Payback! Teach just smiled then looked to the two students beside of him. Victor was the tall one. He was built like a beanstalk. The kids thought he was too because they were always climbing on him. Reese was short one…it was kind of like her temper too. He tilted his head toward where the kids then the students nodded their heads. He turned back toward him.

"This will be a perfect opportunity to see how well you aim."

Oh, yes…his teacher had a sick sense of humor.

But he so rocked.

-RPMJFRPM-

"Tea, Hot Chocolate, or Scotch?"

"What?" He said in surprise.

"It warms the blood. I only use it for special occasions," Teach said as he limped in behind him.

"Uhh…hot chocolate if you don't mind. The ones with the tiny marshmallows."

Teach chuckled before he limped off into another room. He shivered slightly. He was still a little wet from the game of water balloon dodge ball. He glanced around the room. It wasn't very big and it didn't have much in it. A few blue pieces of fabrics hanging here and there. A blue rug rolled up in the corner. A couple of candles placed around the room. A picture of some sort of cat on the wall. Teach lived like a monk…a warrior monk…with…WHOA! Are those swords?

He approached the wall of weapons before he stopped in front of a huge black tapestry. He never saw anything like it…It was just…wow.

"It is a basic picture of Great War against Dai Shi....at least the first part. I hired a nice woman to make it for me when I first arrived here. It is probably missing a few things since I had drawn it the best I could remember…but it reminds me of home."

He nearly jumped at sound of Teach's voice. He turned around to see him with two mugs in his hands. He walked over and took his mug of hot chocolate from his hand. Theo grabbed his cane that was leaning against the door. He limped over to the tapestry then he took a sip of his tea. He had a ton of questions to ask Teach.

"Uhh…Dai Chi?"

"Dai Shi."

"Okay…what happened with Dai Shi? What is with the cats? Is that a goat?"

He winced when Teach shot him a look.

"It is an antelope."

"Oh. So, what happened?"

Teach turned back toward the tapestry and stared for a moment.

"Perhaps…another time. Your presence will be needed shortly."

"What?"

Then his morpher went off. How in the world did he know?

"How did…?"

Great…one of those smiles again…It must be a teacher's thing. They must have mind reading abilities. Oh, crap that sucked.

"Another time…another place…Now go," Teach said as he waved him away.

He sighed and looked at his wet clothes.

"I didn't get to finish my hot chocolate. The guys are so going to ask why my clothes are wet. Maybe, I can say I had a run in with a sprinkler and a wet dog

"Think of this way…it could have been oranges."

"Oranges?"

"Yes…and on a rope."

"One of those…another time, another place stories, huh?"

"You're learning, cub."

End of Dodgeball.

Next Chapter: Bruises

A/N: Yes, Theo was injury during the last four years. How and what happened will be told later. What happened to the others will also be explained. Anyway, I thank everyone for their wonderful reviews. You guys rock so much. Read and review if you wish.