AN: Gomen nasi minna-chan!!! Sorry this took so long. I have no free
time any more, so I'm using my bit of extra time over Break to update. To
make matters worse, I lost a hunk of skin off my finger at practice
yesterday (which has replaced school for a week- 8 to 2 every day) so it is
hard to type. But I couldn't let you down!!!
Arigato everyone who read, but especially LadyS, solarmistress17(Yes, the will be an interesting part- when I finally get to writing it ^^;;), erikatufts, Little one, Nikko S.P., Galexz (Usa is twelve- see the beginning of ch. 3), and Bree. I love those who review!!!
Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. "..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted.
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Punch! Twirl. Bend. Kick from behind.
Everyone else was taking a late afternoon rest, now that the day's work was over. But I was too excited to sit still. I couldn't wait for the real training to begin. Sure, it was hard milk to deliver milk while escaping monsters, to plow with your bare hands, and to do construction work that should have been the work of machines (and Goku said Daddy gave them a break today!), but I had been trained well. Plus, Daddy hadn't given me my turtle shell weight yet, so I still felt extra light.
I continued my spar with an invisible opponent. Krillin was sleeping and I think Goku ran off to find more food. Daddy watched me intently.
"Your endurance is amazing for such a small girl, Usagi," commented Daddy.
I slowed down and plopped myself on the ground below him. "My sensei were all experienced martial artists themselves. Haruka-san made sure my endurance was almost as strong as my speed."
"She did a fine job of it."
"Thank you, Da- I mean, Master."
I had been instructed not to call Daddy "Daddy" any more (though I still thought of him that way). He also stopped calling me "Bunny". Now that I was his pupil, he was my master, and I had to refer to him as "Master Roshi". It was a change that I was having trouble adjusting to.
"So how long will you be with us, Usagi?" he asked.
I smiled. "Pluto will come for me the night of the next full moon." I looked up at the waxing crescent that hung dimly in the late day sky. It would be more than a week, a fortnight at most. I sighed and once again began to wonder why Puu had granted me this rare gift.
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The setting sun cast her brilliant colors across the sky as she lowered herself below the horizon. I was in the forest meditating. A brook babbled beside me, and it seemed to sparkle with happiness. The birds called their farewells to the sun, while the creatures of the night awoke. I found the peace I was looking for in this tranquil scene, celebrating life. I was at complete peace. Nothing could ruin my serenity. Except perhaps--
"Whatcha doin'?"
A voice broke my concentration. I fell from where I was hovering a foot off the ground and tumbled to the forest floor. A spiky haired boy with a goofy grin just starred at me.
"Oww..."
"How'd you do that?"
I looked up at him, rubbing my butt. "What?"
"You were flying, 'cept you weren't."
"I was meditating."
"How?"
"Well..." I pondered for a minute. It hadn't taken me long to master, so it should be easy to teach someone else. "I'll teach you!" How wrong I was.
"Wow! Cool!" He plopped down on the ground beside me, mimicking my position. He looked at me curiously, wondering what to do next. It was then I realized that there was something purplish smeared around his lips and hands. It looked like he *had* been eating. Complete with his odd hair, it made quite a comical scene. I quietly giggled.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing." I wondered how best to begin, so I tried to explain it to him. "Well... when you meditate, you kinda go deep within yourself and leave the outside world behind. I can't exactly tell you *how* to do it, because it's different for everyone. For me, I find it easiest to chose a place that's naturally pretty, and I just feel peaceful."
"That's cause you're pretty."
I looked down at him, half shocked, half confused, half pleased. [AN: Now we know why Usa always failed math. ^^;; ] No one had ever said anything like that to me before, except maybe Daddy, and I felt sure that for whatever reason, Haruka wouldn't like it.
"That's what Bulma told me to say," he continued. "She said, 'Every girl's pretty, Goku, even if you don't think so. And the first thing you should say is to tell her that she's pretty.' Did I wait too long, Usagi- san?"
I giggled. "Iie, Arigato Goku-san. But you've gotta call me Usa- sensei now cause I'm teaching you to meditate, remember?"
"Oh yeah, right." He scrambled back into position. "Now what?"
"Try to push the outer world away."
He scrunched up his eyes and his body tensed. I could tell he was concentrating too hard. "Um, Usa-sensei... nothing's happening."
"Be patient and loosen up. Don't be so tense; just let it come."
He relaxed a bit, but he was still having a lot of problems.
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Long after dark, we headed back, having accomplished nothing except filling our stomachs. Both our mouths and hands were purple from the berries he had found.
I think meditation was perhaps the only weakness I ever found in him. He had trouble keeping his mind focused but still relaxed, and he was constantly jumpy.
Although the results of our sessions weren't very obvious, they did strengthen the bonds of our short friendship, perhaps prolonging the memory. In the end, he was getting the hang of meditation, though I still far surpassed him in the art.
Back home, all was dark. We snatched a bit of left over food from the kitchen and crawled into our beds. I slept deeply that night, which is perhaps a good thing, since the next day was one of the hardest of my life.
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AN: Sorry that was short. But either you get a short + a preview or you only get a new chapter once a year. I will type Ch. 5 ASAP, but this is my last day of freedom and it might not be up for a *long* time. But here's a preview:
I don't know how I could have thought it was only 'hard' the day before. It was impossible! My mind and body threatened to quit, but Goku and Krillin kept reassuring me; I think that's all that kept me going.
It's a tough training day next time on "Memories of You". Or should I say "Omoide no Anata"? Should I change the title to the Japanese translation?
Please review. You are the ink for every author's pen (my new proverb!) and all that keeps me going. Arigato minna-chan. Ja ne!
~Calli-chan (Callistostar786@hotmail.com)
The alert system is still open if you are interested. Tell me so in a review (and leave your email) or email me. Arigato!
Arigato everyone who read, but especially LadyS, solarmistress17(Yes, the will be an interesting part- when I finally get to writing it ^^;;), erikatufts, Little one, Nikko S.P., Galexz (Usa is twelve- see the beginning of ch. 3), and Bree. I love those who review!!!
Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. "..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted.
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Punch! Twirl. Bend. Kick from behind.
Everyone else was taking a late afternoon rest, now that the day's work was over. But I was too excited to sit still. I couldn't wait for the real training to begin. Sure, it was hard milk to deliver milk while escaping monsters, to plow with your bare hands, and to do construction work that should have been the work of machines (and Goku said Daddy gave them a break today!), but I had been trained well. Plus, Daddy hadn't given me my turtle shell weight yet, so I still felt extra light.
I continued my spar with an invisible opponent. Krillin was sleeping and I think Goku ran off to find more food. Daddy watched me intently.
"Your endurance is amazing for such a small girl, Usagi," commented Daddy.
I slowed down and plopped myself on the ground below him. "My sensei were all experienced martial artists themselves. Haruka-san made sure my endurance was almost as strong as my speed."
"She did a fine job of it."
"Thank you, Da- I mean, Master."
I had been instructed not to call Daddy "Daddy" any more (though I still thought of him that way). He also stopped calling me "Bunny". Now that I was his pupil, he was my master, and I had to refer to him as "Master Roshi". It was a change that I was having trouble adjusting to.
"So how long will you be with us, Usagi?" he asked.
I smiled. "Pluto will come for me the night of the next full moon." I looked up at the waxing crescent that hung dimly in the late day sky. It would be more than a week, a fortnight at most. I sighed and once again began to wonder why Puu had granted me this rare gift.
o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ o~
The setting sun cast her brilliant colors across the sky as she lowered herself below the horizon. I was in the forest meditating. A brook babbled beside me, and it seemed to sparkle with happiness. The birds called their farewells to the sun, while the creatures of the night awoke. I found the peace I was looking for in this tranquil scene, celebrating life. I was at complete peace. Nothing could ruin my serenity. Except perhaps--
"Whatcha doin'?"
A voice broke my concentration. I fell from where I was hovering a foot off the ground and tumbled to the forest floor. A spiky haired boy with a goofy grin just starred at me.
"Oww..."
"How'd you do that?"
I looked up at him, rubbing my butt. "What?"
"You were flying, 'cept you weren't."
"I was meditating."
"How?"
"Well..." I pondered for a minute. It hadn't taken me long to master, so it should be easy to teach someone else. "I'll teach you!" How wrong I was.
"Wow! Cool!" He plopped down on the ground beside me, mimicking my position. He looked at me curiously, wondering what to do next. It was then I realized that there was something purplish smeared around his lips and hands. It looked like he *had* been eating. Complete with his odd hair, it made quite a comical scene. I quietly giggled.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing." I wondered how best to begin, so I tried to explain it to him. "Well... when you meditate, you kinda go deep within yourself and leave the outside world behind. I can't exactly tell you *how* to do it, because it's different for everyone. For me, I find it easiest to chose a place that's naturally pretty, and I just feel peaceful."
"That's cause you're pretty."
I looked down at him, half shocked, half confused, half pleased. [AN: Now we know why Usa always failed math. ^^;; ] No one had ever said anything like that to me before, except maybe Daddy, and I felt sure that for whatever reason, Haruka wouldn't like it.
"That's what Bulma told me to say," he continued. "She said, 'Every girl's pretty, Goku, even if you don't think so. And the first thing you should say is to tell her that she's pretty.' Did I wait too long, Usagi- san?"
I giggled. "Iie, Arigato Goku-san. But you've gotta call me Usa- sensei now cause I'm teaching you to meditate, remember?"
"Oh yeah, right." He scrambled back into position. "Now what?"
"Try to push the outer world away."
He scrunched up his eyes and his body tensed. I could tell he was concentrating too hard. "Um, Usa-sensei... nothing's happening."
"Be patient and loosen up. Don't be so tense; just let it come."
He relaxed a bit, but he was still having a lot of problems.
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Long after dark, we headed back, having accomplished nothing except filling our stomachs. Both our mouths and hands were purple from the berries he had found.
I think meditation was perhaps the only weakness I ever found in him. He had trouble keeping his mind focused but still relaxed, and he was constantly jumpy.
Although the results of our sessions weren't very obvious, they did strengthen the bonds of our short friendship, perhaps prolonging the memory. In the end, he was getting the hang of meditation, though I still far surpassed him in the art.
Back home, all was dark. We snatched a bit of left over food from the kitchen and crawled into our beds. I slept deeply that night, which is perhaps a good thing, since the next day was one of the hardest of my life.
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AN: Sorry that was short. But either you get a short + a preview or you only get a new chapter once a year. I will type Ch. 5 ASAP, but this is my last day of freedom and it might not be up for a *long* time. But here's a preview:
I don't know how I could have thought it was only 'hard' the day before. It was impossible! My mind and body threatened to quit, but Goku and Krillin kept reassuring me; I think that's all that kept me going.
It's a tough training day next time on "Memories of You". Or should I say "Omoide no Anata"? Should I change the title to the Japanese translation?
Please review. You are the ink for every author's pen (my new proverb!) and all that keeps me going. Arigato minna-chan. Ja ne!
~Calli-chan (Callistostar786@hotmail.com)
The alert system is still open if you are interested. Tell me so in a review (and leave your email) or email me. Arigato!