Sunday, June 25, 2006

back to the story!
sorry i didnt visit anyone yesterday. i was pretty busy. i had to mow the lawn, ansd go to the store with my dad, and write, and all sorts of stuff! plus my dad installed the new internet explorer, so ive been trying to figure that out. but anyway, hers the story!

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At ten-thirty, Kaji is watching television in Imaku’s room when he hears a thud outside the door. He gets up to what’s out there and jumps back with a shout when Imaku tumbles headlong through the doorway.
“Okena, you bitch,” he moans, lying face down on the cold floor.
“Training rough?” asks Kaji, suppressing a smile.
“Let’s put it this way: she killed me three hundred and sixty-four times,” Imaku says, his voice muffled by the floor. “I’m one big fuckin’ bruise,” he adds, rolling over with a groan. He just lies on his back, not making a sound for over a minute. Kaji, who has been simply staring down at him, crouches down.
“You still with me buddy?” he asks, lightly tapping Imaku on the chest. Imaku yelps like a kicked dog, then curls up and rolls onto his side. Kaji grabs Imaku’s ankle and drags him into the corner, then leaves him in the fetal position and goes back to watching TV.
Five minutes later, Okena knocks on the door, and then enters the room on her own.
“Hello Kaji, where is Lord Kazemaru?” she asks. Kaji doesn’t acknowledge, but simply points over his shoulder with his thumb. Okena walks over to Imaku’s little corner and rolls him over onto his other side, making him cringe.
“Okena, you sick sadist, I’ll get you for this,” he grumbles.
“Now that’s the spirit!” Okena replies, clapping him on the back with a slightly evil smile. Imaku yelps again, and then lies still, twitching occasionally. Okena rolls him back to his original position and joins Kaji to watch TV.
“How come you two got back so late? Training was supposed to be over at ten,” Kaji asks, still staring at the screen.
“Well, I went back to check on Suki, then escort her to the kitchen to help out with supper. I snuck around back to steal some fried potatoes as well,” Okena says. “I suppose it takes six times longer to get here crawling than it does walking for Lord Kazemaru,” she adds.
“Crawling?! Okena, what’d you do the poor guy? He looks like my dog did after he got fixed!” Kaji shouts.
“Well, my aim was a little off toward the end,” Okena says casually, drawing a look of shock from Kaji.
“You really are sadistic!” he exclaims.
“So I am told,” replies Okena coolly. She gets up and stretches as the ending credits of the show they were watching begin to roll.
“I had better go retrieve Suki now,” she says. She leaves Kaji to continue watching TV and lightly kicks Imaku on her way out, making him groan.
“Same time tomorrow soldier!” she calls, waving over her shoulder. Imaku’s eyes widen and he whimpers like a puppy as Okena walks out the door laughing.

The next day, Imaku returned from training in the same manner.
“How’d it go?” Kaji asks.
“Well,” replies Imaku from the floor. “I managed to stay alive for a full thirty seconds this time.” Kaji drags him back to his corner and lets him rest.

The days progress slowly, as does Imaku. In two weeks, he is finally able to make all the way to his bed before collapsing. In two months, he is almost able to hold is own against Okena, surviving a half-hour and delivering a glancing blow before being killed. Soon he begins to train on his own to build his strength, speed and stamina. He doesn’t know it, but Okena watches him with approval every time.
Three months have passed and Imaku is in the middle of a training session with Okena. He is hiding in a tree behind her and waiting for the opportune moment. He sees her relax a bit, and realizes that this may be his only chance. He leaps from the shadowy branches and lands right behind Okena, his sharpened blade at her throat.
“Now I’ve got you!” he says with a smile. “Payback ti-” He is cut off by the searing pain in his gut. He looks down to see one of Okena’s needles sticking out of his stomach.
“God damn it!” he chokes as he falls to the ground. Soon after he rematerializes elsewhere, his surroundings disappear, leaving just him and Okena in an empty, white space. He blinks and sees the inside of the simulator pod. He throws up the lid and jumps out, seething and frustrated.
“Damn it Okena!” he shouts. “I had you, you bitch!”
“Yes, but you hesitated, maggot. That’s the gravest of mistakes on the battlefield,” Okena replies coldly.
“Alright then, right here! Right now! No weapons!” Imaku yells, throwing down his sword. Okena drops back into a fighting stance without a word and Imaku throws a sloppy punch at her. She ducks down, avoiding it easily, the counters with a rising upper-cut to Imaku’s solar plexus, dropping him to his knees. Imaku clutches his stomach, gasping for air. Okena just walks right by him with a stern expression. She shows no remorse for beating him so badly.
“Next unit is hand-to-hand combat, maggot,’ she says, still cold and distant. Imaku’s eyes widen as she walks away.
“Oh, shit,” he thinks to himself. Things start to get fuzzy and Imaku feels dizzy. He falls onto his side and just lays there.

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poor imaku, he's the other me, so i feel kinda bad doing this to him. oh well! im over it! i forgot, I GOT MY OWN ROOM! my brother moved downstairs! YAY! no more arguing over decoration! ok, so since thats all, i'm gonna go watch eureka 7 now!
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