Growing up Whammy
Chapter Ten: Training
I stood in the dojo of the martial arts class, my back leaning against the wall, my eyes closed, my hands clenched to keep them from trembling. I took deep breaths, but I couldn't keep it from catching when the door slid open. Honestly, I was terrified of meeting this mercenary, even if my survival, well being and wishes were required to be his upmost concern.... that, and training me in his line of work. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to cool my nerves, as I twirled a lock of my hair repeatedly and schooled my face blank.
He was tall, that was the first thing that registered. He had to be atleast six feet and my shockingly recent two feet and one inch seemed significantly dwarfed in his presence. He had a deep tan, pointing towards an indian decent, and his black hair swooped in light wavy curls over and around his deep chocolate brown eyes. They were hard as stone, but when they layed on me I couldn't deny the warmth that burned behind their walls. He had a pair of katana's strapped to his back, and when I looked him over I found five knife sheaths, a gun in an ankle holster, brass knuckles embedded into his gloves, and shingaurds underneath his slacks. He wore a white T-shirt that was tucked in, and a leather belt.
I stood up, and forced a hesitant smile. He crouched down to my level, removing a glove which no doubt had poison on the leather, and held out his hand for me to shake. I laid my tiny hand in his and he smiled.
"Hello, Tenshi. You can Call me Black Sparrow. I'll be your gaurdian." I smiled up at him.
"You know who I am... and forgive me for saying this, but you remind me of Brother."
"Brother?" Truth was, Sparrow was acutely aware of the situation with her family and her mental state over it. Watari had asked him to find a soft aproach, leaning her mental state towards the reality of the situation without hurting her to badly.
"Yes. I agreed to train as an assasin with you until Brother can come and get me."
"Then let us train." I smiled softly, a real smile this time, and nodded, hugging him tightly. He gave a deep chuckle and hugged me back, ruffling my hair. Why does everybody do that? When he pulled back, he shook his head to get the hair out of his face.
"Allright, pull your hairback, and show me the martial art moves you can do." I had allready learned the basics in caopeira, brazillian jujitsu, jijutsu, and Tae Kwon Do. I showed him every move I could remember.
"Good, allright, so I'll continue your martial arts training, that's prominent in a mercenary or assasin. Now, tell me, do you know how to use a stilleto dagger?" My eyes brightened slightly.
"Can I?" He quirked a brow.
"Well... if you don't know how to use one, I'll have to teach you." And the lessons continued with pain, bruises, cuts and joy.