"Sight"—Keeps raining
-Dad. –Janine asked suddenly from the other side of the paper door. -why don't you just get the calls it's the seventh time this evening and the phone won't stop ringing I..I just….I can't concentrate!—Janine insisted making a pout with her lips.
-Keep training. —was Koga only response.
-aaajjj—Janine sight and disappeared to the kitchen to start making some food as always when she couldn't fulfill some task her father asked.
"It's so frustrating"—Janine thought.—"Not that I care what Surge and Koga are up to but they look just like a couple fighting too…too sentimental!"—the young ninja didn't quite get all her father's deal with the American but she had something clear: "Surge makes father nervous but not in the way I make him nervous when I can't get a move or when I break something…." –The younger started to eat the noodles in the porch looking nowhere in particular and thinking about the rain falling in the porch floor…the rain always so relaxing for her father and she quite enjoyed too…the little drops make a steady sound when soaked the floor…rain…first drop…" then suddenly it appeared to her mind:
"Father was irascible since Last Tuesday! Well more irascible than the usual…Last Tuesday! Remember Janine what happened las…Surge! Uncle Surge was just teaching her how to properly use a bat to throw a ball the further possible. Now she remembers it. She knew It has something to do with the soldier. But what?
Her seven year old brain just keep asking the same question not to arrive to any answer just…rain drops again falling in her mind. Remembering all the events that make no sense for her but apparently for her father did make sense…it started raining too that day. Yes, the rain was falling too last Tuesday but Surge didn't seem to care too much:
-Hey kiddo k'mon keep hitting the ball the same way u nearly got it…-Surge smiled at her while lighting a cigarette that has been soaked for the rain and lightly leaning to the left to see if Koga was actually watching them.
Both Janine and Surge knew Koga hated that nasty habit of his but well, old habits die hard right?
Surge was in front of her with the ball in his hand and the cigarette falling from his lips. A second later the ball was flying towards her and the time stopped suddenly for the younger. She took a breath and moved her arms fast and hard to hit the ball. Closing reflexively her eyes she could feel the vibration going through the bat to her arm and she new she has hit the ball.
-Yesss! –Surge screamed after taking her in his arms.—You did it! that's home run for sure! C'mon don't lose it!—He put Janine down and she started running through the garden, and nearly falling to the Goldeen tank, giggling and pretending she was actually in the final Bowl running through the imaginary bases." –Janine smiled at this memory.
She keep thinking while cleaning the noodle bowl again in the kitchen.
It started raining back then before taking that hit. Surge's green tank top was getting soaked too and Janine could see the man's abs through it easily. His buff abs and pectorals were difficult to ignore when he wore shirt but even more when he was wearing those tight army tops.
Koga was sitting in the porch encouraging silently Janine to hit the ball with a small and unusual reassuring smile when his eyes went straight to Surge…
Janine stopped dead cleaning the bowl, her eyes widening in realization.
She remembers now her father watching Surge getting soaked by the rain with…mesmerized eyes? That's the big deal with father? Surge's muscles getting wet and tight army suit darkening from the rain…Janine blushed fiercely. "It's not possible don't be so stupid"—She told herself.
Koga was known in Kanto region to be a respectful gym leader with high standards coming from a noble linage of ninja masters… Janine didn't exactly know what being…gay? As americans sad it -would make to his image.
All over the world came to battle his father now member of the Elite Four. She was proud of her father, she always thought he was a fearless man…but now she seriously doubted he was any fearless.
He was afraid of what others could say? Janine frowned deciding to go to her room to light some candles and maybe meditate? Or perhaps talking to her father…No way—she dismissed that thought and continued her silent steps to the futon in her stance—there was no talking to father about something so private it would be considered disrespectful, more because Janine would do nothing to hide her sudden disappointment.
