"Yoyoyoyoi!" shouted Kumadori, holding a leg up into the sky. He balanced himself on his other leg, holding his arm outsretched to his lifted toes. "Yoyoyoi!" he shouted, slowly pressuring energy to the tips of hair.
"YOYOI!" he bursted, forcing the tendrils of pink to stretch out each way and latch on to the poles that surrounded him. As he felt the grip of his tresses strengthening, he slowly lifted his weight off his leg. As he rised into the air, he closed his right eye shut. But as hard as he was focusing, his energy was failing him, and he just couldn't keep it up. He tumbled to the ground, and braced himself for the lash that was to follow. As expected, the whip cracked and he felt a sharp pain shoot up his leg.
He winced, but he didn't dare scream.
"What the hell was that?!" yelled his intstructor, punching him in the head. Kumadori held back his tears, knowing that the retribution would be worse than this verbal pain.
"3 months!" screamed his instructor, "3 months and what have you learned!? NOTHING I say, NOTHING! In that time alone, Lucci's already a full-blown agent"
Whipping a knife out of nowhere, his instructor handed it him.
"Now, Tekkai practice. GO!"
Kumadori held the knife in front of his stomach,
"I have gravely dishonored my families' name," he began, "now, to receive forgiveness from my comrades, I shall join my beloved mother in the after-"
"SPARE ME THE THEATRICS!" yelled his instructor.
With a pout, he tensed his muscles, and stabbed himself. The knife bounced off his torso, but he held his breath, biting his lip from the minor pain. His instructor made a few notes and then walked towards the door.
"You are dismissed for today," said his instructor at the doorway, "You are of no use to CP9 yet, and you have not improved in months. I hope tomorrow will be different."
Kumadori sighed and crossed his legs. He pondered on the meaning of justice. Isn't that what all this work was for? Justice? He believed in the word, but it had so many different meanings that varied from person to person so he didn't know what it was he believed in. And did that really matter? Was it such a big deal?
A.N.: Some angsty young CP9 training. Kumadori was a weird character to work with. I feel like he'd be one of the inner good guys. But then CP9 just warped him around. Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated. See you on Feb. 20th for Makino!