Over the course of a few days, Zane, Cole and I really got to know each other. It sort of came to a confusing point when I told a joke during morning training. Zane just...stared at me.
"Hey Zane, you didn't seem to react when I said that," I said.
"What was that?" Zane asked.
"I told you a joke, and you didn't seem to get it," Jay replied.
"Well, you will have to explain," Zane replied. "I...don't remember being told any jokes." He looked down.
"Um..." I looked down too, feeling guilt and concern. Fiddling with my hands out of stress, I tried to explain. "Well, you sort of have to see, I guess...something different about the sentence. Usually it's emphasized. You have to sort of...see it in another way. Like, here. A cat walks into a house and says, 'Ow!'"
"Ehm..."
"Think about it," I added, anticipating his reaction.
"The cat was hit?" Zane guessed. "That is not funny."
"No, just...remember what I told you? Think about it in a different way. You know how you might sometimes...walk into a wall?"
"Ah," Zane replied. "So said feline...walks into the house."
"Yeah, you're getting it!" I replied.
"I...still don't see how this is funny," Zane said, an eyebrow raised.
"Ah...well, there are much funnier jokes. That's just sort of one I was told as a kid."
"As a child?" Zane blinked again.
"Yeah," I said, then looked concerned. "Didn't you, y'know...have a childhood?"
"I...don't remember. Am I...supposed to?"
I gasped, feeling as though something heavy had hit me in the head. "This explains so much."
"What?" Zane replied. "What does it explain."
"Ever since we met, you've been kind of...distant. It's almost like you're in an entirely different world. And now I think I know why. You said you don't remember anything, and I guess you're really taking in the whole experience, being around people and such. They call it amnesia, don't they?"
Zane seemed surprised that I had said such a thing, but simply replied with, "Yes, of course. That is perfectly logical."
"I want to help," Jay added. "Do you have anything with you?"
"Just my clothes and a few books." Zane sighed in disappointment. "What can you do?"
"Oh. I thought maybe, like, if you had some pictures or something..."
Over the course of a few days, Zane, Cole and I really got to know each other. It sort of came to a confusing point when I told a joke during morning training. Zane just...stared at me.
"Hey Zane, you didn't seem to react when I said that," I said.
"What was that?" Zane asked.
"I told you a joke, and you didn't seem to get it," Jay replied.
"Well, you will have to explain," Zane replied. "I...don't remember being told any jokes." He looked down.
"Um..." I looked down too, feeling guilt and concern. Fiddling with my hands out of stress, I tried to explain. "Well, you sort of have to see, I guess...something different about the sentence. Usually it's emphasized. You have to sort of...see it in another way. Like, here. A cat walks into a house and says, 'Ow!'"
"Ehm..."
"Think about it," I added, anticipating his reaction.
"The cat was hit?" Zane guessed. "That is not funny."
"No, just...remember what I told you? Think about it in a different way. You know how you might sometimes...walk into a wall?"
"Ah," Zane replied. "So said feline...walks into the house."
"Yeah, you're getting it!" I replied.
"I...still don't see how this is funny," Zane said, an eyebrow raised.
"Ah...well, there are much funnier jokes. That's just sort of one I was told as a kid."
"As a child?" Zane blinked again.
"Yeah," I said, then looked concerned. "Didn't you, y'know...have a childhood?"
"I...don't remember. Am I...supposed to?"
I gasped, feeling as though something heavy had hit me in the head. "This explains so much."
"What?" Zane replied. "What does it explain."
"Ever since we met, you've been kind of...distant. It's almost like you're in an entirely different world. And now I think I know why. You said you don't remember anything, and I guess you're really taking in the whole experience, being around people and such. They call it amnesia, don't they?"
Zane seemed surprised that I had said such a thing, but simply replied with, "Yes, of course. That is perfectly logical."
"I want to help," Jay added. "Do you have anything with you?"
"Just my clothes and a few books." Zane sighed in disappointment. "What can you do?"
"Oh. I thought maybe, like, if you had some pictures or something..."
"It's alright."
Aww...poor Zane... ;_; Jay's so sweet for wanting to help. Precious boi. :3
Over the course of a few days, Zane, Cole and I really got to know each other. It sort of came to a confusing point when I told a joke during morning training. Zane just...stared at me.
"Hey Zane, you didn't seem to react when I said that," I said.
"What was that?" Zane asked.
"I told you a joke, and you didn't seem to get it," Jay replied.
"Well, you will have to explain," Zane replied. "I...don't remember being told any jokes." He looked down.
"Um..." I looked down too, feeling guilt and concern. Fiddling with my hands out of stress, I tried to explain. "Well, you sort of have to see, I guess...something different about the sentence. Usually it's emphasized. You have to sort of...see it in another way. Like, here. A cat walks into a house and says, 'Ow!'"
"Ehm..."
"Think about it," I added, anticipating his reaction.
"The cat was hit?" Zane guessed. "That is not funny."
"No, just...remember what I told you? Think about it in a different way. You know how you might sometimes...walk into a wall?"
"Ah," Zane replied. "So said feline...walks into the house."
"Yeah, you're getting it!" I replied.
"I...still don't see how this is funny," Zane said, an eyebrow raised.
"Ah...well, there are much funnier jokes. That's just sort of one I was told as a kid."
"As a child?" Zane blinked again.
"Yeah," I said, then looked concerned. "Didn't you, y'know...have a childhood?"
"I...don't remember. Am I...supposed to?"
I gasped, feeling as though something heavy had hit me in the head. "This explains so much."
"What?" Zane replied. "What does it explain."
"Ever since we met, you've been kind of...distant. It's almost like you're in an entirely different world. And now I think I know why. You said you don't remember anything, and I guess you're really taking in the whole experience, being around people and such. They call it amnesia, don't they?"
Zane seemed surprised that I had said such a thing, but simply replied with, "Yes, of course. That is perfectly logical."
"I want to help," Jay added. "Do you have anything with you?"
"Just my clothes and a few books." Zane sighed in disappointment. "What can you do?"
"Oh. I thought maybe, like, if you had some pictures or something..."
"It's alright."
Aww...poor Zane... ;_; Jay's so sweet for wanting to help. Precious boi. :3
Now that I thought of it, it was silly to be so embarrassed about my past. Going fishing with my dad, shopping with my mom...it was all really precious, wasn't it? Some people didn't have that sort of luck. I myself had felt like a sort of outcast in public at times, but not like Zane. The poor guy was alone all his life, without a single memory to dwell on?
I felt guilty. I couldn't imagine how it could have felt; Cole's mom was gone and his dad was distant, and Zane wandered aimlessly for most of his life without a home. I felt strange, having both parents and a roof over my head, even if my family was poor and my home was a pile of junk and an old RV.
...And I had been staring blankly at a punching bag for the past while.
"Jay?" Cole looked at me. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just...zoned out a bit, is all." I looked up. "I... don't feel like training right now. Can we go inside?"
"Depends on what Sensei thinks," Cole replied, looking at the old man, sitting on the steps with his hot tea as usual.
"If it suits your needs," Wu replied as he placed his cup down.
Grateful, I walked away, back into our living quarters. Watching Zane with his quiet ways and the oh-so-serious Cole made me rethink everything I'd known. I was....fortunate. Not rich, and my family wasn't perfect, but I was lucky. I had no need to run away. My parents loved me without condition. I always had a place to rest my head at night, and we could somehow afford medical care and lots of good food, even if it was enjoyed in a tiny trailer. I looked down again, but this time it was me to snap me out of it.
"So...does anyone want to try beat me at that racing game?"
"Oh, I will take you down," Cole added.
"Oh really?" I chuckled. "Last I heard you could only beat anyone at Drum Legend."
"That is correct," Zane added. "And he has only won in Fist to Face 2 once."
"Once? I beat you five times!"
"Which racing game were you talking about again?"
"Oh yeah, this one."
"Oh, I don't recall playing that before!"
Even if we were different people with different pasts, I was glad my friends were people to really talk to, especially after being raised so far from community for fourteen years of my life.
Now that I thought of it, it was silly to be so embarrassed about my past. Going fishing with my dad, shopping with my mom...it was all really precious, wasn't it? Some people didn't have that sort of luck. I myself had felt like a sort of outcast in public at times, but not like Zane. The poor guy was alone all his life, without a single memory to dwell on?
I felt guilty. I couldn't imagine how it could have felt; Cole's mom was gone and his dad was distant, and Zane wandered aimlessly for most of his life without a home. I felt strange, having both parents and a roof over my head, even if my family was poor and my home was a pile of junk and an old RV.
...And I had been staring blankly at a punching bag for the past while.
"Jay?" Cole looked at me. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just...zoned out a bit, is all." I looked up. "I... don't feel like training right now. Can we go inside?"
"Depends on what Sensei thinks," Cole replied, looking at the old man, sitting on the steps with his hot tea as usual.
"If it suits your needs," Wu replied as he placed his cup down.
Grateful, I walked away, back into our living quarters. Watching Zane with his quiet ways and the oh-so-serious Cole made me rethink everything I'd known. I was....fortunate. Not rich, and my family wasn't perfect, but I was lucky. I had no need to run away. My parents loved me without condition. I always had a place to rest my head at night, and we could somehow afford medical care and lots of good food, even if it was enjoyed in a tiny trailer. I looked down again, but this time it was me to snap me out of it.
"So...does anyone want to try beat me at that racing game?"
"Oh, I will take you down," Cole added.
"Oh really?" I chuckled. "Last I heard you could only beat anyone at Drum Legend."
"That is correct," Zane added. "And he has only won in Fist to Face 2 once."
"Once? I beat you five times!"
"Which racing game were you talking about again?"
"Oh yeah, this one."
"Oh, I don't recall playing that before!"
Even if we were different people with different pasts, I was glad my friends were people to really talk to, especially after being raised so far from community for fourteen years of my life.
Now that I thought of it, it was silly to be so embarrassed about my past. Going fishing with my dad, shopping with my mom...it was all really precious, wasn't it? Some people didn't have that sort of luck. I myself had felt like a sort of outcast in public at times, but not like Zane. The poor guy was alone all his life, without a single memory to dwell on?
I felt guilty. I couldn't imagine how it could have felt; Cole's mom was gone and his dad was distant, and Zane wandered aimlessly for most of his life without a home. I felt strange, having both parents and a roof over my head, even if my family was poor and my home was a pile of junk and an old RV.
...And I had been staring blankly at a punching bag for the past while.
"Jay?" Cole looked at me. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just...zoned out a bit, is all." I looked up. "I... don't feel like training right now. Can we go inside?"
"Depends on what Sensei thinks," Cole replied, looking at the old man, sitting on the steps with his hot tea as usual.
"If it suits your needs," Wu replied as he placed his cup down.
Grateful, I walked away, back into our living quarters. Watching Zane with his quiet ways and the oh-so-serious Cole made me rethink everything I'd known. I was....fortunate. Not rich, and my family wasn't perfect, but I was lucky. I had no need to run away. My parents loved me without condition. I always had a place to rest my head at night, and we could somehow afford medical care and lots of good food, even if it was enjoyed in a tiny trailer. I looked down again, but this time it was me to snap me out of it.
"So...does anyone want to try beat me at that racing game?"
"Oh, I will take you down," Cole added.
"Oh really?" I chuckled. "Last I heard you could only beat anyone at Drum Legend."
"That is correct," Zane added. "And he has only won in Fist to Face 2 once."
"Once? I beat you five times!"
"Which racing game were you talking about again?"
"Oh yeah, this one."
"Oh, I don't recall playing that before!"
Even if we were different people with different pasts, I was glad my friends were people to really talk to, especially after being raised so far from community for fourteen years of my life.
Very nice!
Yeah.
What if Jay starts trying to be cool when Kai comes over- like, something about his looks and personality kind of makes him want to...not seem like a total nerd?
What if Jay starts trying to be cool when Kai comes over- like, something about his looks and personality kind of makes him want to...not seem like a total nerd?
That might be funny. Jay does seem ok with being himself in front of Kai when they first meet in the show, however it would be funny if he tried "maning up " in front of Kai so hopefully he'd tell his sister about him or something. Of course this is your story, so do whatever you feel will make the story great.
What if Jay starts trying to be cool when Kai comes over- like, something about his looks and personality kind of makes him want to...not seem like a total nerd?
That might be funny. Jay does seem ok with being himself in front of Kai when they first meet in the show, however it would be funny if he tried "maning up " in front of Kai so hopefully he'd tell his sister about him or something. Of course this is your story, so do whatever you feel will make the story great.
I mean, like, he's acting like he does in later seasons here; in the pilots he has a bit more...attitude. So maybe he gets all sassy and suave because he feels the need to impress Kai? (Not in a romantic way or anything, unless we're talking about his sister, but like...oh, maybe it comes on naturally or something, this is confusing.
"Students, this is your final test," Wu told us one day, probably a couple weeks later. "Hide in the roofs by the bathroom, and make sure no one sees you, got it? Stealth." He slammed his staff on the ground, and my heart nearly took a leap out of my chest.
"He's been kind of fierce lately," I whispered to Cole. "I wonder what's getting him all riled up."
Wu gave me a look that told me I probably didn't want to run my mouth, so I simply cleared my throat. "So...our Ninja suits. They're in the sleeping quarters, right?"
"No," Wu replied. "I washed them yesterday. They're hung up on the clothesline on the roof. They should be dry by now."
I nodded and looked back to see the black uniforms hanging there; they were similar designs, the only way we could tell the difference at first glance was the sizes. Mine was the smallest, then Zane, and Cole's was the largest due to his muscular build. Since I wasn't sure where to dress, as the bathroom seemed weirdly occupied, I just threw it on over my clothes. I then reached for the edge of the roof; Cole gave me a boost, and I crawled up the slanting, shingled surface, when I heard something.
The faint buzz of an electric toothbrush.
It went on for about two minutes. No one had left their toothbrush on, had they? No, it sounded like someone was brushing their teeth. Wu had invited someone else over without telling us? I pulled open the hatch in the roof and looked in. There was a guy, probably a little older than me, wearing red, striped pajamas, his hair wild and spiky like some brash anime hero. I saw him finish, winking and smiling in the mirror, and tilted my head. "We have to fight this guy? He seems pretty normal. I thought we would face a professionally-trained martial artist or something."
"Sensei is unexpected," Cole muttered. "Who knows? Maybe we have another one on our hands?"
"What? He's been keeping secrets?"
"Maybe he's been keeping this guy in his closet or something," Cole chuckled.
I kept watching him. "When do we strike?"
"Now," Cole muttered, jumping down and pulling out his scythe from it's place on his gi.
It's lovely to write, too.
