Ninja Spirit: A Whole New Adventure

Part 5: Icky Vicky Vs. Pony Boy

 Note: I am so ashamed of myself for not updating sooner. I wish I had something I could blame it on, but really I don't. I'm sorry it took so long, I was just being overly lazy and had a massive case of writer's block. This chapter may seem a bit strange but really it ahs no point but to amuse those of you reading and to help me get back into writing it.

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            Storm squeaked and fell backwards, with a loud 'thud' and landed on her bottom. She glared ruthlessly at the floor she had waxed, and somehow had forgotten to leave a space for her to get out, and was now trapped in the very middle.

            Colt glanced threw the dojo window and snickered as he saw her try to get out again. Setting the broom down he walked around the corner and stood in the doorway with his hands crossed over his chest, "Well, well, well…what have we here?"

            Storm looked up and pouted as she rubbed her bottom, "Do you mind? Don't you have something else to be doing?"

            "Ah maybe I do...but you are so much more amusing."

            "Glad to be your daily entertainment Pony Boy."

            "Oh you did not just call me Pony Boy! That's it you asked for it!"

            Storm saw what was about to happen and opened her mouth to stop him but shut it with a small grin…he deserved what he got.

            Colt rolled up his sleeves and moved to dive at her, and somehow ended up sliding across the floor hitting a wall face first. After a few moments he shot to his feet, and fell right back down. Storm watched him do this continuously for about five minutes before he finally got the picture and just sat down where he was, his cropped hair sticking up in add angles from it's many collisions with the floor.

            "Hmmm…you were saying, Pony Boy?" Storm grinned despite the cold glare sent her direction and put her hands behind her head crossing them. "well, seeing as we're probably stuck here until the wax dries…think up something to talk about."

            "….what if I don't want to talk to you?" Colt shot back at her intent on being as difficult as possible.

            "Well then I'm sure that this mop would just love to talk with you." With that said Storm tossed the mop at Colt hitting him right in the face. Laughing she fell back kicking her legs in the air.

            "MPH!" Coughing as he tossed the mop away, Colt gagged and stuck his tongue out. Somehow some of the mop had gotten in his mouth when it hit him. "oh gross!" He swiped at his tongue with his finger.

            Storm stopped laughing and wiped her eyes of the tears that had gathered there. "You're too much Pony Boy, too much.." As she said this Colt stopped in his antics to send her an icy look.

            "why must you insist on calling me Pony Boy?" He snapped at her irritated.

            Storm batted her eyelashes at him teasingly and put a hand to her cheek, "Maybe it's because I'm secretly in love with you!" At the widening of his eyes, she lifted her hands and waved them frantically, "I was kidding!"

            Colt looked as if he had suddenly had an epiphany. "No that's it…you have a crush on me!"  His mouth open and closed, giving him the look of a big mouthed bass.

            Storm slapped her forehead at his stupidity and muttered a few things under her breath; most having to do with Colt's heredity and being dropped on your head as a child.

            "I've known you barely one day! How could I have a crush on you?!"

            "You fell in love with me at first sight...that's it." He nodded to himself as if agreeing.

            "Listen Pony Boy-"

            "Colt."

            "/Whatever/. I have no interest in you whatever. I think your voice is about as irritating as nails on a chalkboard. Your hair is way out of style, and you have the brains of a retarded hamster. I cannot, do not, and never will have a crush on you!" She said the last sentence slowly, as one would when talking to a child. "So get over yourself."

            Slowly redness spread up Colt's neck til it reached his ears and tinged them bright pink, his face puffing up in anger. "You…wretched girl you!" He snarled and went to get to his feet, so he could storm out on her, but fell right back down causing Storm to giggle.

            "Rigghhtt…" Storm smirked and crossed her legs propping her elbow up on it, cupping her chin. "Anyways, changing the subject, how about you tell me something about yourself, ask me a question, I'll answer...and then we repeat the process.."

            "We would we do that?" Colt said with a raise of an eyebrow crossing his arms over his chest, slowly calming down. Seeing Storm's mouth drop and a smirk spread on her lips he sensed an insult coming and quickly cut in, "I've been on my baseball team since I was five years old. What sports do you enjoy?"

            Storm sighed. That was a typical boy's question. Sports, sports, sports…Then again she couldn't blame him, she had put him on the spot. "Well, I pretty much enjoy every sport I am physically possible of doing, except…baseball, it needs concentration." She shrugged a bit, "I have a very short attention span, so concentration is pretty much something I don't know about." Eyeing him a second, she saw his eyes roll, "to be more specific though my favorite sport is soccer. Now, uh…what's your favorite band or type of music."

            Colt's eyes lit up. Now this was the type of question he liked. "My favorite band is Green Day." He flashed a cheesy smile at her confused look, "You probably haven't heard of them, they aren't a pop band."

            Storm's eyes narrowed a bit and she grit her teeth, "Pop? I hate pop! I was just wondering which cd of Green Day's you liked."

            "Dookie." He muttered under his breath snorting.

            "Dookie…Good choice, though I'm not a big Green Day fan anyways." She tossed her hand a bit, as if dismissing it.

            "Oh? You don't like Green Day...then what band DO you like?" Colt asked, though he knew it was going to be some stupid band, or at least he thought.

            "I'm a Stevie Nix or Metallica fan." She said as she rubbed her arm a bit. Smiling secretly she inwardly gave Colt a bit of slack. They had something in common besides there tempers, rock. "I first got into them last year…Oh you should've seen it!" She almost started laughing, "I had borrowed Ruby's cd player because I had accidentally dropped mine, and accidentally left the Metallica cd in it…She listens to music as she falls asleep you see.." Colt's eyes widened as he had an idea of what she was saying. "I had left the cd on full blast, and when she turned it on it nearly gave her a heart attack! Her face puffed up and turned all blue!" She pulled at her own cheeks and crossed her eyes, trying to imitate the way Ruby had looked.

            Colt laughed at her face and snickered, "Be careful you might get stuck like that, and we wouldn't want that to happen now would we?" He snickered again, sarcastically.

            Instantly letting her face go she pouted and tilted her head up so her nose was in the air, "Sheesh, ruin me fun! Anyway, What's your favorite holiday?"

            "OH that's easy! Christmas." He smirked and tapped the side of his cheek, "Mistletoe, presents, and snow, what could be better?"

            Shaking her head, Storm looked disappointed. "That's sad. I would've expected you to say Halloween like me. I mean you get to dress up as someone else for a whole day, and be them!"

            "Sorry.." He scuffed and tilted his head, cocking it to the side, "But I'm a little too old for stuff like that, so are you."

            "Oh? What and you aren't old enough to realize Santa's not real? Oh opps, sorry, did I just crush your childish dreams?" She cupped her cheeks with a fake innocent look.

            "Of course I know Santa's not real! But I still get all these cool presents!" He shot back at her and popped his knuckles.

            "At some point in time your parents are going to stop buying you all those presents you know. They'll treat you just like your brother Rocky and give you one present per year." Storm said, trying to defend her ideals.

            "Oh how would you know!" He said and turned himself around, sulking.

            Storm sighed heavily and rolled her eyes and piped up, "it's your turn to ask a question you know.."

            "Alright…" He cracked his neck and ran a hand over his hair as he closed his eyes in thought. "Hm, What's your full name." He asked suddenly curious.   

            Behind him, Storm's breath audibly hitched and she sunk a bit her head hanging forward a bit, "Damn. Alright…it's…Betty Lue Connors."

            Colt's eyes widened and he blinked rapidly before snorting, "Truthfully!"

            "Alright, sheesh." She sighed. He was smarter than he looked, "Victoria Diane Huffington."

            "Victoria?!" Colt's mouth dropped and he turned around to look at her his mouth dropping, "You have to be kidding me!"

            Storm shook a fist at him angrily, "Shut up Pony Boy! You keep your trap shut about that you hear? I don't want anyone else to know!"

            Colt took sympathy on her, as he saw she was telling the truth and smiled, "alright…Icky Vicky."

            Storm's mouth dropped into a gape before she shook her head, "hey! I said Shush!"

            "alright! No need to get angry." He smirked and leaned forward, winking at her, "But I still think your icky Vicky."

            Storm somehow reached over and pinched his cheek and tugged hard on it, causing him to yelp.

            After a few minutes of silence and mock glaring they smiled. Slowly though, Colt's smile faded into a frown, "Wait a second…your dad's last name isn't Huffington…"

            "Yes it is." Storm muttered and pulled her hair down and untangle it before pulling it back up as she seemed to be only giving him the answers he needed, not elaborating.

            "No it's not…I know it isn't!" He said and poked himself in the chest with his thumb, "I'm really good with names ya know."

            Storm stared at him silently and opened her mouth to say something but shut it quickly looking past Colt. Standing there in the doorway was Rocky. Turning to Rocky now Storm smirked, "Hey there Rock-Man."

            Rocky let his baffled expression fade as he looked at them both, "Oh…uh hey…Storm?" He struggled with her name at first but nodded at them. "Got yourselves stuck I see. Well when you can move, Grandpa said he wants us all to come down to the stream. He's going to be giving us our first lesson for the day."

            Storm nodded and got up her knees shaking a bit on the slick ground as she swayed. "ack!" Falling back she came about an inch from landing on Colt and winced. "Uh Rock-Man could ya tell Sensei old guy that we'll be there in a little bit?"

            Rocky laughed lightly and smirked, "sure thing, take your time." He shook his head as he closed the doors to the dojo and turned walking out.

            Colt snickered a bit and helped her sit up, "You know, he's going to make us do more work because we're late, and it's all your fault.."

            "Shut up!" Storm blushed brightly causing Colt to burst into laughter again.

            Up above them, on the banister a figure slinked along the narrow area watching them. Eyes narrowing behind the mask it wore the person crouched where it was and wet it's lips as he watched Storm and Colt bickering again. All in due time, all in due time

~~~End Chapter 5

Well there you have it. Storm's real identity revealed. The next chapter will be on Ruby's true identity and will take place a few minutes before and during this chapter, and after that Natter, in the same way Ruby's did. And after that I will get into the training and have the plot moving along again. My style of writing has changed as you can tell so I'm not sure if this lives up to your expectations, but I'd appreciate it if you told me! so R and R!

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