Yahiko trained.
Every day, he trained. Tsubame told him that he spent more time training than all the boys in Tokyo put together. That was fine with him. They were weak – they'd regret it later, regret that they didn't train as much as that weird dojo kid later, when he was so far above them so as to be almost a different species.
They would only wish they were strong when he actually was.
But not yet. He wasn't strong yet.
Never mind he was the strongest ten year old in Tokyo, probably in all of Japan. Never mind he was already stronger than most teenagers. He wasn't as strong as Kenshin. As Sano.
Aoshi.
Saitou.
Hiko-sama.
They were all stronger than him.
Every.
Last.
One.
He couldn't call himself strong until he was as strong as them, until he was stronger than them. And if that never happened, then he would never call himself strong.
Because he wasn't.
He was just a ten year old boy, after all. He was weak.
He would train, and he would become strong.
He would.
Only …
Couldn't it come a little faster?
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Okay, this is just an FYI. Over the course of I'm-no-really-sure-but-i-think-it'll-take-a-cpuple-weeks, the chapters here will be definitely leaning more toward the short side rather than not, and probably a lot more of these things (which fit in with the story but don't actually further the plot at all) and some meaningless fluffy fluff. The reason being, those are very easy to write, and I'm going to be busy re-writing my "main" Baldur's Gate fanfic (also the first fanfic I ever started, and one that I never actually finished) because I kinda abandoned the nice people at The Attic (an absolutely wonderful BG fanfic archive) and they deserve more than the half-finished, amateurish fic I left them with. I'm no longer addicted to BG, nor will I be writing any more fanfic for it, but these people were completely wonderful to me, as well as a huge reason as to why I a) am still writing fanfiction and b) no longer writing sucky fanfics so … I'm going to give them this, at least. For awhile there, I felt like I was part of one large, international family of people who just wanted to show how much they loved a certain game, and it was beautiful. I'll still be giving once-an-evening updates, but try to understand that this is going on the metaphorical middle burner while I attempt to create the best thank-you story I have ever written. The Attic meant a lot to me while I still visited it regularly, and I completely love and admire the people there and … do I really need to go on? The only reason I'm telling you all this is because the quality of this story may suffer slighty (though more in that there will be a higher fluff:plot ratio than any actual bad writing) because of this, and I wouldn't want to lose any readers over something like this.
Thank you.
Kuroyousei: Yes, Katsu should be terrified by now. *evil laugh* She's wearing bad clothes 'cause she's been traveling for a long time, and *censored: this text has been rated MS: Major Spoilage, and has been deemed not fit to reproduce in print*. (What, you didn't really think I'd tell you, did you?) And now I'm going to have to check that lj every other hour to see if you've started the fic yet, so I can get on with the gushing (because I'm sure it'll just rock). Darn you ;)
Lychee2: Wooo … three reviews! Thanks muchly! *glomps* Saitou really is scary, isn't he? Poor rookie cops. *is sad* *is not sad anymore* *is hyper* I know what you mean about Tokio, and just tell me, how the hell is Saitou going to tolerate marrying a bitch or a wuss? I mean, get real people! Sure, he's about as straight as a rainbow (so obviously drooling over Sano in both manga and anime), but still, he's gonna marry someone he at least likes … ah, whatever. And Misao was being very naive, wasn't she? I tend to not read my stories after I post them (and so spare myself from picking out all the flaws and developing a very deep and abiding hatred), but I made and exception with this one, just because I swear to God I could see the look on her face throughout the entire chapter (and then I found all the little typos … d'oh!). Aoshi x Katsu rox man. It's just so pretty … *pets* … … *cough*God I'm a freak*cough* Ah yes, the power of drugs … mmmmm … druuuugggggsssss.
See ya tomorrow!