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JOY!!!!
The Mountain
"According to this map the mountains we are facing are the ones we have to cross." Jack said. Yoshiko shivered.
"Are you all right?" Jack asked with concern.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just looks so . . . cold." Jack gave a good natured laugh.
"I see what you mean," Jack said as he surveyed the snow that blanketed the tops of the mountains. He remembered the trouble he had the last time he was upon a snowy mountain. He hoped that this journey would be easier than the one he had spent with the Mountain Monks.
Jack remembered that he hadn't cleaned his sword lately. He pulled it part way out of it's sheath. The sword reflected the sun and it gave off a newly polished luster. Jack stopped in his tracks.
"My sword! It's been polished! Yoshiko, did you do this?"
Yoshiko looked afraid.
"Yes," she answered quietly.
"You did a beautiful job!" Jack exclaimed. Yoshiko brightened. Jack looked at her with a new admiration, forgetting his fears for the moment. "Where did you learn how to do this?"
"My father was a sword merchant, polishing swords was my job."
"Arigato, Yoshiko, my sword never looked so good before."
As the two continued traveling Jack studied Yoshiko. She certainly wasn't a robot disguised as a human. For he had experience with robots like that and remembered that, although they looked human, you could feel that they were made of metal. Yoshiko was assuredly not Aku. Jack noticed that, no matter how many different shapes Aku took, he could never escape his own color pattern, he was always red, black, and green. Yoshiko had none of these colors on her person except for her hair and lips.
Yoshiko caught Jack looking at her and she turned bright scarlet.
"Why do you stare, Jack?"
"I-"
"It must be my hair."
"What?"
"It's a mess, I know." Jack was going to open his mouth in protest, but he decided not to because if he did he would have to give the real reason he was staring:
"I was inspecting you, because you might be Aku or one of his robots," that sounded great. Truth was, Jack thought her hair the most beautiful hair he had ever seen. He found himself wanting to walk closer to her, to stroke her hair, to put his arm around her, to . . Jack shook himself. No! He mentally shouted. I will not give in! I still don't know if she's really my friend! My heart will not be hurt again!
"Jack?" Yoshiko's voice broke his thoughts. "What is the matter? You look really tense."
"It's nothing."
"Are you sure-"
"Yes." was Jack's curt answer. His voice had become as cold as his heart.
Suddenly a huge, shaggy, figure came out from behind a snowy ridge. Yoshiko let out a scream. Jack let out a yell of surprise as the figure came closer.
"What is it?!" Jack cried.
JOY!!!!
The Mountain
"According to this map the mountains we are facing are the ones we have to cross." Jack said. Yoshiko shivered.
"Are you all right?" Jack asked with concern.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just looks so . . . cold." Jack gave a good natured laugh.
"I see what you mean," Jack said as he surveyed the snow that blanketed the tops of the mountains. He remembered the trouble he had the last time he was upon a snowy mountain. He hoped that this journey would be easier than the one he had spent with the Mountain Monks.
Jack remembered that he hadn't cleaned his sword lately. He pulled it part way out of it's sheath. The sword reflected the sun and it gave off a newly polished luster. Jack stopped in his tracks.
"My sword! It's been polished! Yoshiko, did you do this?"
Yoshiko looked afraid.
"Yes," she answered quietly.
"You did a beautiful job!" Jack exclaimed. Yoshiko brightened. Jack looked at her with a new admiration, forgetting his fears for the moment. "Where did you learn how to do this?"
"My father was a sword merchant, polishing swords was my job."
"Arigato, Yoshiko, my sword never looked so good before."
As the two continued traveling Jack studied Yoshiko. She certainly wasn't a robot disguised as a human. For he had experience with robots like that and remembered that, although they looked human, you could feel that they were made of metal. Yoshiko was assuredly not Aku. Jack noticed that, no matter how many different shapes Aku took, he could never escape his own color pattern, he was always red, black, and green. Yoshiko had none of these colors on her person except for her hair and lips.
Yoshiko caught Jack looking at her and she turned bright scarlet.
"Why do you stare, Jack?"
"I-"
"It must be my hair."
"What?"
"It's a mess, I know." Jack was going to open his mouth in protest, but he decided not to because if he did he would have to give the real reason he was staring:
"I was inspecting you, because you might be Aku or one of his robots," that sounded great. Truth was, Jack thought her hair the most beautiful hair he had ever seen. He found himself wanting to walk closer to her, to stroke her hair, to put his arm around her, to . . Jack shook himself. No! He mentally shouted. I will not give in! I still don't know if she's really my friend! My heart will not be hurt again!
"Jack?" Yoshiko's voice broke his thoughts. "What is the matter? You look really tense."
"It's nothing."
"Are you sure-"
"Yes." was Jack's curt answer. His voice had become as cold as his heart.
Suddenly a huge, shaggy, figure came out from behind a snowy ridge. Yoshiko let out a scream. Jack let out a yell of surprise as the figure came closer.
"What is it?!" Jack cried.