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Post by Leke Hattori on Aug 13, 2014 14:30:02 GMT -5
As Leke faded away into the light, he felt his body - no, his soul - lift away. It hurt at first, but he slowly felt his pain meld away and give into... Peace? Yes, his mind and body felt at ease as the light washed over him and his soul separated from his body. In moments, the light faded to give way to what seemed to be a gigantic room. Leke spun around, confused as he had ever been in his life. What was going on? Ahead of him was a massive, red demon-looking fellow sitting at an equally-massive desk. He seemed to look like a judge of some kind, given the gavel on his desk.
Leke was just happy to be alive, or, whatever he was. He died, didn't he? The prince patted his body, trying to find his injuries, but he found that he could not. Looking down, his armor was perfectly fixed and his body was no longer in pain. What had happened? Had he been given a new life? Just where was he?
He felt as though all of his questions would be answered, though, because he was now next in line. The teenager's short life had been filled with much turmoil over the last year, but he had felt that he had overall lived a good life. He had tried to change his Saiyan ways, even if he was naturally inclined to be more "good" than his siblings. He had died to try and save his family and stop his sister from murder, but he had failed. He had been too weak. If he would ever get the chance to do it over again, he would train non-stop to stop her, to stop all evil. But now, he would have no chance to do so. Or so he thought.
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Post by King Yemma on Aug 14, 2014 19:49:04 GMT -5
Self-awareness is a strange thing. What did it mean to be self-aware? Many believed humanoid creatures to be the main source of beings that were aware of their existences in the Universe. That was both true and false; it all depended on what you believed made a creature self-aware. If free will that defined an individual than the fish you caught on your line was not on the same level as the fisherman that reeled him in. However; if you were to believe that any being with energy of its own, a soul in one form or another, than every living thing was self-aware in one fashion or another. While trees could not write a book or do arithmetic, they knew to turn their leaves when it was to rain so that they could catch more water. Does such action not provide proof for self-awareness? In the end, the question had no definitive answer as an individual was just that, an individual. No being had the capability to live out multiple lives in various forms so that it may compare. The answer was a mystery of the Universe.
In the case of Leke Hattori, Yemma knew he had a consciousness and a soul like the rest of his Saiyan brethren. When the young warrior died his soul had joined the long line that would make their way to the Ogre King’s office, but that soul had started as a husk. While some that passed on, usually the more spiritual or power, arrived in line fully aware of themselves and where they were, others did not. It seemed the young Prince’s soul had finally reunited with his consciousness as he entered the office.
Watching the boy approach Yemma, a being that saw countless souls each and every day, could not help feel for the boy. Perhaps it was not feelings like a mortal might possess, but at the very least sympathy for the sudden way in which the Saiyan had passed on. To be slain by the hand of a family member was hard enough, never mind the fact he had witness the death of his own father first. The turmoil within the young ones soul made him a little hard to read at first, how might he handle the realization that his life had ended?
“Welcome Leke Hattori.” The Ogre’s deep voice easily carrying down to the boy from the King’s seat behind his mahogany desk. “Have you realized where you are at this point?” Yemma says as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Aug 14, 2014 22:15:44 GMT -5
Leke, finding himself walking slowly in line that carried upto the front desk, had much on his mind. In moments, he had come to the realization that he had, in fact, died. Many of the others around him did not have bodies - instead, they appeared to be ghosts or souls of some kind, floating in turn. Able to sense their powers, Leke figured that typically the stronger ones were the ones that kept their bodies, though it was not a specific rule. He far outclassed most around him, but quite a few toppled his own strength. A part of him felt out of place, his heart racing. He shouldn't be dead like the rest of these. Many were old, old souls, he could tell, and they just looked like they were ready to face death. Leke was not ready to die, not with his life unfulfilled. He could not vanquish the demons in his own family, let alone his race, or nearby worlds. Such a goal, he felt, was most likely unattainable, but he had little chance to even try. Slain by his own sister, without a word, after seeing his father murdered in front of him. He could only imagine what Akassa was now doing to his mother.
The prince shuddered, the cold on his body unmistakable. He felt alive but not at the same time, as if his body had not been given his whole life yet. After seeing a few "judged" in front of him in line, he quickly realized what this place was. Everybody here was dead - the halos were a big giveaway, too - and waiting in line to be damned or given paradise, probably for what they had done in their lives. He was appalled to find that many found themselves sentenced to Hell. His soul ached for those who could not find it in themselves to live a better life. They would suffer in all of their afterlife for that.
Leke sighed, head hung low. No doubt, Saiyans were seen as one of, if not the most, the most violent races in the universe. They were known far and wide for their viciousness and abilities in battle. It was unfortunate, because if Leke had been given the chance, he would've wanted to change their image. He wanted to help others, save others from the damned souls. He wanted to help even those who would do wrong, and try to get them to change their ways. He had killed in his past, and Leke had to carry that in every single day of his life. A few of his "victims" had found themselves here, and not one of them would have found themselves ascending to Heaven. Each one was cruel, vicious, and unable to be saved, unfortunately.
Even before setting out on his mission to purify the universe, the Hattori prince had always been kinder than his siblings. He had always wanted to do right instead of what was best. In the few battles he had before the Church invasion, he had to take lives to save his own and his countrymen's. They were in danger from maliciousness and he had to. It didn't make him a bad person, at least, he tried to tell himself that. He didn't want to; he had to.
And now he would be judged for that, just like the rest. Leke desperately would rather not go to Hell or Heaven, but wanted to go back, to work his butt off and try to attain a power that could at least rival Akassa's, if not surpass it. He would have to become a Super Saiyan himself to be able to stop her. She would take the throne, no doubt, with Ninjin gone, the King and Queen dead, and himself out of the picture as well. Speaking of his parents, he had not seen either one, despite him joining his father soon in the afterlife. It pained him to think of how many souls passed so quickly.
The prince looked up as he found himself at the front of the long line, staring up at the massive ogre sitting at the equally massive desk. The ogre addressed him by his full name, already knowing who he was. No doubt, he knew everything about Leke, but did he know his thoughts? He asked him if he knew where he was, and Leke solemnly nodded his head.
"Yes, sir, I think I do." The prince would not say it, but his only regret was being able to stop his sister. He had accepted his death, but still wished he could have been able to stop her, to undo what she did. Or go back now and be able to stop her from doing whatever she would do next. Even in their intense sparring session, where things got heated to the point where she choked him, she still found it in herself to stop and realize what she was doing was wrong. He didn't believe Akassa to be evil, but something changed in her for the worse and had made her snap. She made the choice to take two, most likely now three lives. He couldn't ever forgive her for that, but he knew it wasn't what she was or wanted to be. Nobody is inherently evil, Leke always believed. Something changes people to be good or bad. Unluckily for her, it was for the much, much worse.
If the King would look closely, he would see tears falling from his face. No doubt the young boy was filled with turmoil, the good in him always trying to see the light in every person and situation, but he was being faced with so much. His father's death, his own... It almost seemed surreal.
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Post by King Yemma on Aug 16, 2014 21:24:20 GMT -5
King Yemma did know everything there was to know about Leke Hattori, at least the actions he had taken in his life. What he did not know, was the boys thoughts or true emotions. As powerful as Yemma was and as much as his mystical vision allowed him to see, he was not able to see an individual’s true feelings. The small tears on Leke Hattori’s face told the King all he need to know though, told him how much the boys untimely death and the death of his loved ones weighed upon his soul. He felt for the boy, but that was all he could do, it was not within his power to change what had happened. The Universe had its own plans and the threads of fate were something he could not alter. All he could do was send the boy on his way, but perhaps the young Saiyan’s tale would not end with his death…there had been those before who had returned to the world of the living.
“There has been plenty of violence in your young life Leke Hattori. As the son of the Saiyan’s most recent King I cannot say I am surprised. For whatever reason, your race always turns towards violence to solve its problems. More than a millennium ago I saw the last of your kind pass on, but here you stand a testament to the power of the mortal mind. I had hoped that the rebirth of the Saiyan race would give it a chance to redeem itself for what it had done in the past; so far that is not the case. I assume you know of Goku and his line, how much they strove to bring peace to the Universe and protect their friends and family? As it seems, he was sadly an exception to the rule…just like I believe you may be.” Yemma’s leans forward some as he continues.
“You have taken lives in the past only because your hand was forced. Goku himself was forced to do the same after he had exhausted every other option. I know not what it is that makes your race so violent, but I believe there is still hope for it. Individuals like Conri Lane and yourself are that hope. I see the light that rests within your soul Leke Hattori and that kindness is what defines you. Your heart is true and for this I shall allow you to go to Heaven.” With his judgment passed Leke would begin to himself grow lighter as his spirit began to move to the next plane, but as he does Yemma offers a small bit of hope.
“Remain true to yourself Leke; your path does not end here.”
(You may post in heaven.)
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Post by Leke Hattori on Aug 17, 2014 22:37:05 GMT -5
Leke lifted his head up as the judge spoke out to him in his easily-heard voice. He seemed to be condoling the young Saiyan prince. He said that he had lived over a thousand years ago, a time from where many Saiyan tales come from, mainly those of the legendary Super Saiyans. Akassa had proved to him that they did exist and were not just legend, so perhaps those stories were not simply stories after all. It seemed to him that this judge had met Son Goku, the most legendary Saiyan warrior ever, having attained the power first thousands of years after the first Super Saiyans were reported to have existed. He was the strongest Saiyan to have ever lived and was known to be the most kind-hearted Saiyan ever as well. For all of the power that he had attained, he still could fight for peace and justice. He used his strength and training to combat evil, not to conquer others as many sought to do.
To be compared to him make Leke choke up a little. He had maybe a few of Goku's traits, but to show similarities between them was blasphemous, yet Yemma sat here today telling Leke so. He also included Conri Lane, whom Leke had never met but knew had won the Galactic Tournament that Leke had been blown out in. What was just as important, though, was that the judge told him he was to go to Heaven. Leke was disappointed that he could not return to Earth, but in his heart, he knew all along he couldn't.
Or could he? King Yemma's final words to him, as Leke felt his soul fading just as it had when he had died, though with no pain this time, hinted that he had many more chapters left to write in his book. He told him to remain himself and to stay on his path because it wasn't ending now. Leke managed a thankful smile to the judge before he faded completely, and the next soul took his place in line. Whatever happened next, Leke would have confidence and trust that Yemma knew what he was talking about, and that he had to give it more than his all to live up to his comparison.
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Fin, PL
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Post by graderr on Aug 18, 2014 10:30:38 GMT -5
Leke: 911 pl awarded
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