Setting: Chase Young's citadel. 200 years before Wuya was released from the puzzle box.
Chase Young was diligently training in his weapons' room when he arrived. It caught the warrior off guard to come face-to-face with Hannibal Roy Bean.
"What do you want, Bean?" He asked, frowning.
Hannibal laughed. "Ah Chase, good to see you too. It's been too long."
Chase crossed his arms. "Try not long enough."
Hannibal laughed again. "Anyhoo- I bet you're wonderin' why I'm here."
"Not particularly." Chase shot back under his breath.
Hannibal seemed to ignore this remark and went on.
"I've been thinkin' and made up my mind. So here she is." He grinned.
"What? Who?" Chase asked, completely baffled.
Hannibal laughed once more.
"An apprentice, Chase. We talked about this. And I think I found you a winner." He winked.
Chase groaned. He remembered- remembered not wanting an apprentice.
But, he didn't feel like arguing it, so he sighed.
"Fine. Bring him in."
"Not him." Hannibal corrected. "Her."
A young girl walked in with a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face.
Her dark, crimson eyes matched the hint of red in her long, black hair.
"Have fun you two." Hannibal whistled, and Yin Yin swooped down from an open window, picked up the bean, and swooped out again.
Chase continued to frown.
"Do you have a name?" He asked her.
She laughed.
"Well duh. Everyone has a name. Carmen. I'm Carmen. You're Chase, aren't you? Ha- that's funny. Chase and Carmen."
Chase knew that he was going to grow very tired of this girl very quickly.
"So can you do anything?" He asked her. "Do you know how to fight?"
She blinked and shook her head.
"I don't know how to fight, but I do know how to use these."
She unsheathed the two katanas at her side that Chase hadn't noticed. She gave him a crazed grin.
Chase gave her a careful stare. She seemed a little insane. Great- Hannibal Bean had given him a lunatic as an apprentice. He sighed.
"We'll start tomorrow. Be prepared." He warned her.
Carmen laughed. "Oh no- you're going to stare me to death. I don't think I'll make it."
She laughed even harder as he frowned.
"Oh no! There it is!!" She clutched her stomach and Chase took in a deep breath before releasing it. "No more! No more, please!"
She fell to her knees and clasped her hands together. Tears were now running down her face.
"Please Master," She said in between hysterical bouts of laughter, "No more!!"
Chase didn't know how to react to this.
"Tomorrow." He restated, trying to maintain his cool composure. "In the weapons room. Be there before noon."
She took a deep (hopefully calming) breath and stood up. She wiped her eyes and let out a sigh.
"Sounds good." She told him. "I only have one question: where is the weapons room?"
Chase now smirked. "Figure it out."
Carmen laughed loudly. "Alright, alright! I'll find it! And I'll put up the best fight you've ever seen from someone in a training session!!"
"Hmph." Without adding another word, Chase left. All of his talking was only fanning the fire.
Earlier the next morning, Chase got to the weapons room early- just in case Carmen surprised him.
She didn't-of course-and at about four-thirty, Chase decided to go looking for her.
He had told one of the jungle cats the previous night to show her to a room, so he started by looking there.
Chase was lucky- Carmen was in her room. However, the state in which he found her made him re-think his luck. She was on the ground- unconscious- in the fetal position with her hands clasped to one side of her face.
More amused than alarmed, Chase carefully lifted her up and carried her into his room where he dumped her onto his bed.
She did not stir.
Sighing heavily, Chase began to re-think this apprentice deal he had made with Hannibal Roy Bean. He had only agreed to it in the first place because Hannibal had something that Chase wanted. The bastard didn't give it to him like he had promised, either.
"Train the warrior I find, and you'll get what you want." He had said.
Feh. This was turning into more trouble than its worth. There was no getting out of it now, he supposed. At least, until Hannibal came thru on his part of the deal. Then everything would be downhill from there…
But for now, Chase had Carmen to worry about. He sent one of the cats to get medicine, and would give it to her when he got back. An explanation would soon follow after she woke up. It would either be very interesting, or very stupid. If he had to take a guess, Chase would've chosen the latter…
While Carmen lay unconscious, Chase attempted to salvage the day of which he had already wasted most of. He shadowboxed, and practiced with various weapons for awhile, until he decided to go to bed. However, he had completely forgotten about the seemingly wounded girl that currently occupied his bed.
He had become so accustomed to falling onto his bed and instantly falling asleep, that he almost fell on top of the girl, before he caught himself.
Now not liking this apprenticeship at all, Chase had to think of what to do with her.
His first idea, to move her back into her own room, was quickly shot down as he tried to pick her up. The moment that he did, he instantly felt all of his training fatigue him, and almost dropped her.
His second idea, to get one of the jungle cats to transform and move her for him, also did not work. Apparently, they took shifts, and the cats that were awake could not transform into their once human selves. Chase did not have the energy to rectify this slight misfortunate problem.
His third idea was to move to another room to sleep in for the night, but then his ego got to him. He was not about to forfeit his bed for the night.
By that time, he was so tired that he decided to move her over and sleep beside her. His bed was big enough; so he thought it not to be that big of a deal. He didn't give it much more thought after reaching this decision, either. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.