Chapter Two: Dojo
MD666
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I'm glad I didn't get flamed the last chapter *knock on wood * if I make any mistakes its because my finger movements are very jerky since I had to practice piano. All those keys...they're laughing at me...LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_o oops, did I say that out loud? Also, I have been made aware by a reviewer that the Chinese do not wear kimonos, they actually wear Quipous...sorry if I offended anyone. So, here is the next chapter, hope you like and don't flame because I have a very mean way of cursing people out ^_^
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Ling felt the cold stone on her back, and knew she had actually done it. It wasn't a dream, she had finally escaped from her mundane routine! Nut she just remembered that Lei had most likely already told Wong that she was missing, and some guards must be looking for her at that very moment. Looking up at the sky Ling gasped, she had just realized that it was nighttime, she had no idea that she had been out so long. Rising up, she dusted off her quipou and saw that if the guards came for her, they would notice straight away her out fit from the rest of the crowd.
"How do I get rid of the clothes?' Ling asked herself. She couldn't very well run around naked! The very though of being nude in public made her blush. She was at a cross rode, would she leave her clothes on and lead the risk of being caught? Or should she find some new clothes, which ment stealing. Ling could get caught, she had finally tasted freedom, and she could never go back to life in the palace. At that moment, as if a sigh from the heavens, she saw some old work clothes hanging to dry. Ling hated the idea of stealing from one of her loyal subjects, but she hadn't a choice.
Ling tiptoed over to where the clothes were, in front to a small house. She saw that all the lights inside were off, everyone was asleep. The feeling of guilt crept over her, how horrified the occupants of the house would be to wake up just to find that their work clothes were gone. Ling sucked in her breath, they could just deal with it, at the moment she needed it more than they did. Pulling the still damp clothes off of the string hold it up, Ling rushed behind some wooden creates to change. She also took out her royal braids and put in a style that she had admired among the other normal girls in the village, two mid length ponytails. She knew they were lopsided because they slant uncomfortably on her head.
"I have the streets to myself! No ones here bossing me around." Said Ling to herself stepping out into the darkness. For someone who had hardly ever journeyed out side, she suddenly felt a since of belonging. She felt strangely happy under the cover of night alone. Ling smiled and walked around the small town, looking for a place Miharu had told her about. She found it! She smiled in joy at the words near the entrance.
'Law Dojo' it said in big bold Chinese lettering. Ling remembered when Miharu used to teach her to fight. Ling knew it was a mix of hakke-sho and hika-ken or something like that. She missed the days when her and Miharu used to train, but she also remembered the day that Wong found out Ling was being taught to fight. Miharu got whipped and if she ever taught Ling martial arts again, then Miharu would be put to death.
Her teeth were clenched together in both joy and anxiety. But Ling didn't care, she couldn't contain her delight as she raced into the vacant dojo. She bare feet slapped up against the marble like floor inside. She then stood still in awe at the beauty of the place. It was pure white with rods, numchuks, and a few other fighting items put in holders decorating the walls. She looked to the bare windows as the silver moon light illuminated the room, making it more mysterious and breath taking. She could no longer contain it, Ling got into a position that she remembered Miharu teaching her.
As she did, thoughts of Wong, Lei, and her responsibilities faded away instantly. All that matter was her movement. She leaped into the air with a high kick,, all the memories of the moves flooded back into her mind, more clear than ever. At that moment, she only felt bliss, as if only she existed. But little did she know she was not the only person in the dojo. A pair of dark brown eyes also watched her motions.
"Not bad kid." Said a deep voice. This caught Ling by surprise and she lost her balance, falling onto her behind.
"Huh?" she gasped, her head shooting over to where she heard the voice. And there she spotted a red headed foreigner with a white gi.
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I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one. I am, as always, open to suggestions on how to continue. If you like to story...Huzzah! R&R! But if you don't like it, shut up and don't review. Also I'd like to thank a few of my friends who voted for this chapter:
Fairy Felton
Spider Legs
Jessica T.
Sunaka
Kasumi
Thank you for the support.
MD666
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I'm glad I didn't get flamed the last chapter *knock on wood * if I make any mistakes its because my finger movements are very jerky since I had to practice piano. All those keys...they're laughing at me...LAUGHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_o oops, did I say that out loud? Also, I have been made aware by a reviewer that the Chinese do not wear kimonos, they actually wear Quipous...sorry if I offended anyone. So, here is the next chapter, hope you like and don't flame because I have a very mean way of cursing people out ^_^
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Ling felt the cold stone on her back, and knew she had actually done it. It wasn't a dream, she had finally escaped from her mundane routine! Nut she just remembered that Lei had most likely already told Wong that she was missing, and some guards must be looking for her at that very moment. Looking up at the sky Ling gasped, she had just realized that it was nighttime, she had no idea that she had been out so long. Rising up, she dusted off her quipou and saw that if the guards came for her, they would notice straight away her out fit from the rest of the crowd.
"How do I get rid of the clothes?' Ling asked herself. She couldn't very well run around naked! The very though of being nude in public made her blush. She was at a cross rode, would she leave her clothes on and lead the risk of being caught? Or should she find some new clothes, which ment stealing. Ling could get caught, she had finally tasted freedom, and she could never go back to life in the palace. At that moment, as if a sigh from the heavens, she saw some old work clothes hanging to dry. Ling hated the idea of stealing from one of her loyal subjects, but she hadn't a choice.
Ling tiptoed over to where the clothes were, in front to a small house. She saw that all the lights inside were off, everyone was asleep. The feeling of guilt crept over her, how horrified the occupants of the house would be to wake up just to find that their work clothes were gone. Ling sucked in her breath, they could just deal with it, at the moment she needed it more than they did. Pulling the still damp clothes off of the string hold it up, Ling rushed behind some wooden creates to change. She also took out her royal braids and put in a style that she had admired among the other normal girls in the village, two mid length ponytails. She knew they were lopsided because they slant uncomfortably on her head.
"I have the streets to myself! No ones here bossing me around." Said Ling to herself stepping out into the darkness. For someone who had hardly ever journeyed out side, she suddenly felt a since of belonging. She felt strangely happy under the cover of night alone. Ling smiled and walked around the small town, looking for a place Miharu had told her about. She found it! She smiled in joy at the words near the entrance.
'Law Dojo' it said in big bold Chinese lettering. Ling remembered when Miharu used to teach her to fight. Ling knew it was a mix of hakke-sho and hika-ken or something like that. She missed the days when her and Miharu used to train, but she also remembered the day that Wong found out Ling was being taught to fight. Miharu got whipped and if she ever taught Ling martial arts again, then Miharu would be put to death.
Her teeth were clenched together in both joy and anxiety. But Ling didn't care, she couldn't contain her delight as she raced into the vacant dojo. She bare feet slapped up against the marble like floor inside. She then stood still in awe at the beauty of the place. It was pure white with rods, numchuks, and a few other fighting items put in holders decorating the walls. She looked to the bare windows as the silver moon light illuminated the room, making it more mysterious and breath taking. She could no longer contain it, Ling got into a position that she remembered Miharu teaching her.
As she did, thoughts of Wong, Lei, and her responsibilities faded away instantly. All that matter was her movement. She leaped into the air with a high kick,, all the memories of the moves flooded back into her mind, more clear than ever. At that moment, she only felt bliss, as if only she existed. But little did she know she was not the only person in the dojo. A pair of dark brown eyes also watched her motions.
"Not bad kid." Said a deep voice. This caught Ling by surprise and she lost her balance, falling onto her behind.
"Huh?" she gasped, her head shooting over to where she heard the voice. And there she spotted a red headed foreigner with a white gi.
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I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one. I am, as always, open to suggestions on how to continue. If you like to story...Huzzah! R&R! But if you don't like it, shut up and don't review. Also I'd like to thank a few of my friends who voted for this chapter:
Fairy Felton
Spider Legs
Jessica T.
Sunaka
Kasumi
Thank you for the support.