Thanks a zillion and a half to bradleigh and any other reviewers.
Oh yea, and I forgot the disclaimer thing. Well, you know that I don't own the three ninjas.
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A sweat-drenched Yaman stood in the doorway. Lank, greasy hair framed his pasty face, he sneered at their shocked faces and slammed the door. The sound of splintering wood followed as Yaman crashed threw the door and straight towards the 3 ninjas. Only years of ninja training and a shout from Tum Tum saved them from being squished. After shaking splinters of wood from their hair and clothes they made their way cautiously to where Yaman lay, apparently out cold. Cuts, bruises and other interesting wounds showed clearly through his torn clothes, a nasty looking head wound seemed to be the cause of his unconsciousness. As the three boys crowded around him his eyes snapped open, his eyes widened in panic for a second, but it was replaced by an ugly leer. "Long time no see," he said mockingly before disappearing in a flash of pulsating red and black light. A thud from inside the house reminded them of Kira, they ran into the remains of the kitchen only to find fragments of a chocolate cake splattered all over the walls and furniture. Another thud from the living room caused the discovery of Kira trying to push another chair over.
"Kira!"
Kira's head snapped hope and relief flooded her as Colt hauled her into a chair. She croaked out her thanks to him as she surveyed the damage. Bad, but it could've been worse, at least her bookcase was still intact. She looked up and saw three pairs of eyes drilling into her. "What?"
"Care to explain?"
Kira grimaced and her eyes darted nervously around the room, looking anywhere except at the boys. She gritted her teeth to stop the tears from coming. This was too much! After receiving a very rude surprise from Yaman, battling for her life and having her house reduce to shambles and now the three people she thought would support her were glaring at her! She stood up abruptly only to sit down again with a hiss. A numbing pain had shot up her left leg as soon as she had tried to stand. Blinking furiously to get rid of the tears, acutely aware that her nose was rapidly turning red, she looked straight at the three faces. "What?!"
Rocky's glare softened and he sighed. "Can't you keep out of trouble Kira?"
"What do you think I've spent the last three years doing? Looking for it?!"
"Kira, you come back for less than a day and you get attacked by Ya- What is Yaman doing here?!" Colt turned pale as he realised what had happened.
"You don't want to know."
"Yes we do," Tum Tum said, ever eager for one of Kira's stories.
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Kira's mouth, "oh alright, but I need water before I tell any stories." Her throat burned and itched as she swallowed, trying to ease the discomfort. Rocky handed her a glass of water and she nodded her thanks before draining it. She took a deep breath, "Ok. I'm kinda in a lot of trouble. I mean a lot, a lot of trouble. Like if I go back to where I came from I'll probably be exiled for life."
"And I'm assuming this has something to do with Yaman's amazing apperance."
"Well, yea. About 3 months ago I found out that the King was having a few trouble with the prisoners, there was rumours that they were planning to break out and probably form another mutiny. Stupid gits. Oh! I forgot to tell you, my aunt now works as a dressmaker for the queen so she gets all the gossip. Anyhow, the King wanted to double security around the prison and my mother was asked to put some guarding spells on the walls and things and she brought me along. It was horrible, the prisoners were so thin and pale and there was so much hate!" Kira shuddered at the memory. "We only had a couple more to do and in the last one was Yaman. Time seemed to freeze and we just stared at each other for an eternity. Mother had finished all her cells and I was meant to spell Yaman's cell, but I was lost inside his hate-filled eyes. When my mother asked if I was finished, he broke contact so quickly that the world spun, I just remember shooting some sort of spell towards his cell and stumbling after my mother. I'm such an idiot! The next day we discovered half the prisoners had disappeared! I was terrified, it felt like someone had written on my forehead 'traitor' in neon pink, I hate that colour! Then people started to go missing, it was like the mutiny all over again! And it's all my fault. So I come here and what does Yaman do? Follow me here and try and kill me! That's gratitude for you!" Kira slumped against the couch. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." she muttered.
The three ninjas stared at each other uncomfortably. What could they do? "We-We'll help you round them up and lock'em away."
Kira smiled cynically at Tum Tum's confidence and shook her head. "There's still some chocolate in the kitchen cupboard, I think"
He was gone in a flash.
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well? What do you think? Confused? Hate it? Love it? Please R+R and let me know, even if you think it's a disgrace to literature! thanx
Oh yea, and I forgot the disclaimer thing. Well, you know that I don't own the three ninjas.
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A sweat-drenched Yaman stood in the doorway. Lank, greasy hair framed his pasty face, he sneered at their shocked faces and slammed the door. The sound of splintering wood followed as Yaman crashed threw the door and straight towards the 3 ninjas. Only years of ninja training and a shout from Tum Tum saved them from being squished. After shaking splinters of wood from their hair and clothes they made their way cautiously to where Yaman lay, apparently out cold. Cuts, bruises and other interesting wounds showed clearly through his torn clothes, a nasty looking head wound seemed to be the cause of his unconsciousness. As the three boys crowded around him his eyes snapped open, his eyes widened in panic for a second, but it was replaced by an ugly leer. "Long time no see," he said mockingly before disappearing in a flash of pulsating red and black light. A thud from inside the house reminded them of Kira, they ran into the remains of the kitchen only to find fragments of a chocolate cake splattered all over the walls and furniture. Another thud from the living room caused the discovery of Kira trying to push another chair over.
"Kira!"
Kira's head snapped hope and relief flooded her as Colt hauled her into a chair. She croaked out her thanks to him as she surveyed the damage. Bad, but it could've been worse, at least her bookcase was still intact. She looked up and saw three pairs of eyes drilling into her. "What?"
"Care to explain?"
Kira grimaced and her eyes darted nervously around the room, looking anywhere except at the boys. She gritted her teeth to stop the tears from coming. This was too much! After receiving a very rude surprise from Yaman, battling for her life and having her house reduce to shambles and now the three people she thought would support her were glaring at her! She stood up abruptly only to sit down again with a hiss. A numbing pain had shot up her left leg as soon as she had tried to stand. Blinking furiously to get rid of the tears, acutely aware that her nose was rapidly turning red, she looked straight at the three faces. "What?!"
Rocky's glare softened and he sighed. "Can't you keep out of trouble Kira?"
"What do you think I've spent the last three years doing? Looking for it?!"
"Kira, you come back for less than a day and you get attacked by Ya- What is Yaman doing here?!" Colt turned pale as he realised what had happened.
"You don't want to know."
"Yes we do," Tum Tum said, ever eager for one of Kira's stories.
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Kira's mouth, "oh alright, but I need water before I tell any stories." Her throat burned and itched as she swallowed, trying to ease the discomfort. Rocky handed her a glass of water and she nodded her thanks before draining it. She took a deep breath, "Ok. I'm kinda in a lot of trouble. I mean a lot, a lot of trouble. Like if I go back to where I came from I'll probably be exiled for life."
"And I'm assuming this has something to do with Yaman's amazing apperance."
"Well, yea. About 3 months ago I found out that the King was having a few trouble with the prisoners, there was rumours that they were planning to break out and probably form another mutiny. Stupid gits. Oh! I forgot to tell you, my aunt now works as a dressmaker for the queen so she gets all the gossip. Anyhow, the King wanted to double security around the prison and my mother was asked to put some guarding spells on the walls and things and she brought me along. It was horrible, the prisoners were so thin and pale and there was so much hate!" Kira shuddered at the memory. "We only had a couple more to do and in the last one was Yaman. Time seemed to freeze and we just stared at each other for an eternity. Mother had finished all her cells and I was meant to spell Yaman's cell, but I was lost inside his hate-filled eyes. When my mother asked if I was finished, he broke contact so quickly that the world spun, I just remember shooting some sort of spell towards his cell and stumbling after my mother. I'm such an idiot! The next day we discovered half the prisoners had disappeared! I was terrified, it felt like someone had written on my forehead 'traitor' in neon pink, I hate that colour! Then people started to go missing, it was like the mutiny all over again! And it's all my fault. So I come here and what does Yaman do? Follow me here and try and kill me! That's gratitude for you!" Kira slumped against the couch. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." she muttered.
The three ninjas stared at each other uncomfortably. What could they do? "We-We'll help you round them up and lock'em away."
Kira smiled cynically at Tum Tum's confidence and shook her head. "There's still some chocolate in the kitchen cupboard, I think"
He was gone in a flash.
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well? What do you think? Confused? Hate it? Love it? Please R+R and let me know, even if you think it's a disgrace to literature! thanx