Mako's Message: … … …

Seriously.

This is a really rough part of the story for me, since it's necessary for me to get through but I don't have anything in mind for it. So, yeah. Inspire me. If you want to see something let me know. If I can oblige you without frelling up the story I'll try to.


The last week was kind of a haze. I'm not really sure if there was anything worth mentioning before tonight, honestly. Just school, movie night with Marcus, new comic day.

Actually, something did happen at Atomic Comics.

I got hit on.

Yeah. Imagine that. Little me getting hit on. I mean, I don't even have tit's yet! What could possibly be appealing about me? But this boy came up and asked me out anyway. I shot him down of course. Totally not my thing.

Katie thought it was cute and tried to hug me, saying I was growing up. She tried to ruffle my hair too and the only thing that stopped me from stabbing her was that Dave wouldn't like it. Lucky bitch.

I saw that boy and his friends laughing about something afterwards. I don't know what about though. I think Dave did, because he said something to them and then I saw them leave about a minute later looking about as scared as one of D'Amicos thugs waking up to find Daddy and I standing over them.

Dave came back to the table looking smug as hell and Katie wanted to know what he'd said to them. He said, "Just passing on some of my experience," Before diving into his comic.

I couldn't ask him what he meant because I had a feeling it was one of those things he couldn't talk to me about in front of Katie, and I completely forgot to ask about it later.

So, anyway, this week wasn't really eventful or out of the ordinary, but I spent most of it in a fog because I was trying to plan what I was going to teach Dave. I mean, he's not a bad fighter, so where do I start? Do I just spar with him and teach him things as we go or should I start from the ground up? What about physical conditioning? It's not like he can go through the routine I did. I guess he doesn't need to, though, if he just wants to keep in shape.

Anyway, what I ended up doing was just spend the night sparing with him to see where he is.

After we pushed the tables out of the way, we did end up with a decent amount of space, and the carpet is pretty thick so we didn't need a mat. We'll probably need one if we start practicing throws though. Practicing throws sucks, for everybody, no matter what you practice on.

We started just by facing off against each other in barefeet and sweats, and let me tell you it was awkward. We both knew I was the (vastly) superior fighter, but I could tell Dave was still having a moment were he couldn't get passed the "I'm going to hit an 11-year-old-girl" concept. I didn't really want to hurt him either, but there was no other way to go about this properly so after a minute of standing around like dumbasses I just gave him a front kick to the nuts. He dodged it, of course, and just stared at me all bug eyed for a minute before I did it again. I followed it up with a basic straight punch to the gut and knocked the wind out of him.

"Geez Mindy, I thought you'd hold back" he said.

I told him I was and gave him a real kick. Not to the balls of course, I wouldn't hurt Dave like that, just to his thigh. He fell right on his face and I told him he was going to need to put a little more effort in or I'd start him at level 0.

I kicked for his head while he was getting up and he caught it and pushed me over. Not fast enough though. If I'd wanted to I had plenty of time to kick him with my other foot before he had me off balance.

I flipped right back up and he said I needed to teach him how to do that. I told him it was for the advanced class and he was still a beginner then came at him again.

His balance and reflexes are pretty good, probably from running the playground, his technique in some places was good, but in other places it was terrible. He counters really well if he can deflect an attack, but that's a big if. He did catch me across the jaw once though. Man was that a surprise. I took a step back and looked at him like, "What the hell?"

He started stuttering out something like, "I'm sorry, I thought" and I told him it was fine, I was just surprised he hit me at all. It was a pretty hard hit, in fact… shit.

Yeah it's starting to bruise. Fucking shit. How am I going to explain this? Maybe Marcus will believe I got it playing dodge ball or something. Shit. I'm going to have to figure something out so we don't end up looking like we're beating the crap out of each other.

Fuck. I hope Dave doesn't have any on his face…did I hit him in the face? I don't think so, but he's definitely gonna have one on his leg. I bet it'll be pretty wick fuckmothering sonufabitch. Katie will see that. Fucking hell. I hope he doesn't get in trouble. I feel like such a douche now. I'll need to get us gloves or something to dull the impacts.

Anyway, Dave isn't a bad fighter, but his fight vocabulary is weak. So I need to focus on expanding it and showing him how to use it, as well as some physical training. How that's going to work I don't know yet.

Fuck.