Yay. Another oneshot from the Happiness series.
Also next chap of Sayonara will be up tonight or tomorrow, so yay for that too.
Prelude to Happiness:
When Good Men Do Nothing
Ron Stoppable staggered slightly as he made his way to a small stream on the far side of the mountain, a faint blue aura surrounding multiple injuries that littered his frame, he needed to clean and dress the wounds before his Power could do any serious healing, but it was nothing he couldn't deal with. He almost laughed, a mere six months ago these injuries would have him curled up in the fetal position, begging for mercy. To think he was ever that… weak…
…The huffing,
thoroughly unfit and exhausted teen staggered up to the gates of the
Yamanouchi Ninja School where he dropped his bag to the ground and
bowed low to the wizened old man who had been waiting for him. How
the old man had known he was coming the young blond didn't know.
Yet.
"Sensei" he
greeted the old man by the only name he knew him by, perhaps this
time he would be blessed with the knowledge of the mans true name.
"Stoppable-san,
despite the circumstances of your visit, it is an honor to have you
here again."
"Thank you,
Sensei"
"How long are you
intending to stay this time?"
"Until I have
learned all you have deemed me worthy to learn…"
He winced as his now nude form slipped into the ice-cold stream and set about cleansing himself of the dirt and blood that stained himself, his clothes and his Blade and did his best to ignore the burning sensation of the frigid waters on his severed flesh.
He thought back over everything he had learned in those six months he was damn sure that was at least five times as much that the old man was holding back, but still, he had learned a lot. Enough? Perhaps, but he could only speculate on that. But of all the lessons he had learned there was one he had truly taken to heart…
…Ron
was currently meditating in a small clearing a short
distance from the main complex. He liked it out here, there were no
people and the birds sung freely. A short time ago Sensei had come to
join him, neither made any sign to acknowledge that they noticed the
others presence, but they both knew that the other did.
"Tell me, Ron-san,
what is the worst evil in this world?"
For ten minuets
there was no sound but the breeze and the twitting of the birds.
"I would have to
say, Sensei," he finally spoke, "that the worst evil is when the
dark forces the light to do its bidding. When an innocent is made to
sin against their own will."
"A
good answer, Stoppable-san, one of the better ones I have heard over
the years, but it is not the worst of the evils." Ron simply raised
an eyebrow in silent query, "The worst evil is no act of darkness,
nor the song of any demon, but when the light will not shine and the
angels will not listen…"
Ron seemed to
consider his master's words, "The greatest evil is when the good
sit idle by..." Sensei gave a slight nod, "Thank you Sensei, I
think I understand. You have given me much to meditate upon…"
"When good men do nothing…" he whispered to himself as he finished binding the last of his wounds, when the Power was finished with them there would be nothing but flawless skin once again, he considered letting one or two of the worst injuries leave a scar, but dismissed the thought as an impossibility. The Power would fix any injury he had if there was no obstruction, and even then it would try, there was nothing he could do to change that.
He picked up the Lotus Blade, shifting it into a bracelet and slipping it over his wrist before turning towards the plumes of smoke rising from the still burning remains of the ninja school.
"Thank you, Sensei. I do understand," he gave a sad sigh, "But why couldn't you?"