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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 15:05:36 GMT -5
A series of condos in Hercule City's Northern district. Currently the home of Shiro Miyamoto's family.
Shiro barged in to what he remembered as his families apartment. "Mom, dad! You guys here?" The replying silence worried him slightly.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 15:07:58 GMT -5
He shook his head. "They're probably at work or something. Or helping with the reconstruction or something." Or buried under the rubble. Mom did do a lot of shopping in East district, after all.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 15:10:03 GMT -5
He shook that thought out of his head too, especially when he heard movement coming from one of the other rooms. He headed that way, tripping over the cat as it rubbed against his legs. You're trying to kill me, aren't you Simba?
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 15:12:22 GMT -5
He stood up and grabbed the cat, glaring at it before letting it jump onto his shoulder. Shaking his head a third time, Shiro entered his parents' room. There was a sheet covered mound on the bed, and it was moving.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:23:42 GMT -5
Shiro stared at the mound, eyebrow raised. Is that...? After what happened? He glanced sideways at the cat perched on his shoulder. "You know what to do. Attack." In an instant, the orange ball of fur had leapt off Shiro's shoulder, landing on the mound, which jumped with a shout.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:26:46 GMT -5
A figure - male, middle-aged, half dressed - was sitting up on the bed, holding the orange attacker. "Damnit, Simba, knock that off already! I'm trying to get some sleep!"
"At four in the afternoon?"
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:29:02 GMT -5
The figure turned, relieved astonishment on his face. For a moment, at least, until it was replaced with a look of fury. "SHIRO MIYAMOTO WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!!?"
Shiro stepped back and swallowed. Lovely, he was about to get grounded for checking in.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:33:21 GMT -5
"I-I told you guys I was going trainin-"
"TWO YEARS!? YOU WENT TO TRAIN FOR TWO YEARS[/b][/u]!!!!!!!?"
Well, at least he wasn't gonna die. Dad was WAY too pissed to let him off that easily.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:37:17 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah?" Shiro replied, grinning sheepishly. Sheepishly. He suddenly realized what they meant by that. It wasn't 'sheepish' as in 'meekly like a sheep', like he'd thought. It was 'sheepish' as in 'slaughtered like a sheep'. And Shiro's dad certainly looked ready to slaughter something right about then.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:41:19 GMT -5
He wasn't sure when he'd passed out, or how long he'd been out. Or who he was, for a few seconds. In fact, it was several seconds before he realized that his dad had punched him into the concrete floor. Yeah, good thing they were on the ground floor.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:43:12 GMT -5
With a groan, Shiro pushed himself up, only to have his face meet the floor again almost instantly. Ok, so I've lost the privilege of standing upright. Maybe I'm still allowed speech. "Uh-"
"QUITE!"
Nope, no speech either.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:48:53 GMT -5
Well, I suppose I deserve this... Shiro thought as he waited for his dad to speak. He waited for a good ten minutes, before the pressure on the back of his head eased. He didn't bother trying to raise it, since that would make the following kick hurt that much more.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:51:33 GMT -5
With his head a buried a good foot or more in concrete, he almost didn't hear his dad tell him to get up. Oh joy, I'm allowed to stand again. he thought, realizing that if he could make a comment like that, his head wasn't THAT badly damaged. Or he was just used to thinking with a scrambled brain. Probably the latter.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:54:46 GMT -5
"So I guess it's too late to say 'I'm sorry'?" He joked, hand going up to rub the back of his head. He felt something warm and sticky on the back of his head, about where his dad had kicked him. He was bleeding. He'd been home for ten minutes and all he had to show for it was a bloody skull. It was a miracle.
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 21:58:37 GMT -5
"Dad," Shiro said, cutting his father off. Interrupting might not be the best idea right now, but... "What happened here?"
His father glared, whether it was at him or the event Shiro didn't know. "A couple of fighters showed up and started destroying East District."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:02:33 GMT -5
A couple. As in two? They did that much damage? "And you scared 'em off, right?"
His dad groaned and shook his head, sitting on the bed. He patted the spot next to him as he answered. "Nah. Didn't even know they were here until hours after they left."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:04:39 GMT -5
Shiro sat down next to his father, frowning. "But, someone must have scared them off. Iori Sensei?"
Another head shake. "No, not from what I heard. A bunch of strangers showed up. They're the ones who scared 'em off."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:13:32 GMT -5
Shiro leaned forward, resting his head on his hands. Just two people. And they managed to do that much damage? What if... "I don't think this is the only place they've attacked."
The sound of an object shifting on the bed. "What makes you say that?"
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:18:12 GMT -5
"While I was travelling, earlier today..." He started to rub his temples, rub away the images. Focus, focus. Don't get sick. "I came across a city in the Southern territories. It looked like..." He paused, and took a deep breath. "They burned their skin off."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:25:24 GMT -5
It was silent between them for several minutes. Neither knew what to say after that.
Finally, his dad broke the silence. "Did you enter?"
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:27:18 GMT -5
Shiro looked up, confused. "The tournament. The Tenkaichi Budokai. The thing you've been gone for two years for. Did you enter?"
Now that he knew what the new topic was, Shiro smiled and nodded. "Yeah, a few days ago."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:28:31 GMT -5
His dad nodded. "Then you'd better be heading back to that Island, now."
"Huh? Why? I just got back here."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:32:32 GMT -5
"They made an announcement yesterday. The tournament starts tomorrow."
Shiro stared at him for a second, then leapt off the bed. "WHAT? Tomorrow? But I've barely done any training since then! Damn it, why did I have to get lost?"
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:37:09 GMT -5
Shiro stopped babbling when his dad punched him, lightly, thank goodness. As he crawled out of the hole in the wall, he couldn't help wondering two things. One, did his dad expect him to fix the hole. And two, why had his dad done that in the first place.
"To knock some sense back into ya, why else?"
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:40:21 GMT -5
Shiro just shook his head. Yeah, that answer certainly suited his dad. "Alright, now that I've had the sense beat into me..." He ran towards the door, fearing what he knew his dad was planning next.
He didn't run fast enough. "Hold it, squirt. You just said you need more training. Which means its time for a crash course."
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Post by Shiro on Feb 9, 2010 22:43:27 GMT -5
As if the way he stressed 'crash course' wasn't warning enough, the madman's grin on his face told Shiro that the next few several hours would be among the longest, most painful of his life. I wonder if my will's still valid? he asked himself, as his father dragged him out of the house and towards a certain building.
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