Post by Leke Hattori on Nov 13, 2013 22:50:02 GMT -5
Become totally empty
Quiet the restlessness of the mind
Only then will you witness everything
Unfolding from emptiness.
Quiet the restlessness of the mind
Only then will you witness everything
Unfolding from emptiness.
At first, there was nothing. Black, a chasm of darkness; devoid of all life, color, and emotion. This was Leke's first recollection as his consciousness stirred. The young prince slowly began to see a green light that started as a small sphere and widened to consume his entire vison. He soon came to realise that this was no ordinary light - it did not give the heat of the sun, but rather, an artificial buzz that could only come from light bulbs. A blurry picture was all he could see at the moment, though it was just green to him anyways. In his slumberous state, he could not think of what was going on about him; his brain was only capable of trying to reboot itself.
It took many moments for Leke's vision to come into full. Groggily, the Saiyan teenager looked about himself. This led to his discovery of the light not being green - no, what he was in was green: a rejuvenation tank, one much like the dozens the Saiyan palace possessed. The youngest Hattori prince had grown accustomed to practically living in the almost-magical machines with their healing liquids. The beatings he took from his brother, sister, even his father were plenty to send him to the doctors time and time again. Each and every time, his body made miraculous, full recoveries and he grew stronger with every visit. It was almost as if they wanted to bring him to the brink, just to revive him for more power. It certainly worked, despite its possible moral implications.
Speaking of beatings, what the H.F.I.L. brought Leke to this tank? The prince racked his brain, closing his eyes and letting the cool sensation of the healing liquid fall upon him as he sank into deep thought. His memories were cluttered, discombobulated, and far and few between. The pieces, little that he could find, did not tell him a story that deserved him being here.
The fight started off much akin to any other fight against a powerful opponent. Leke and Snow approached each other and talked smack to each other. "Five minutes..." Snow warned. "...that's all you'll be able to get out of me before I break you or the stadium." That quote rang in his mind like an alarm. It held great importance, he felt. The next piece he could collect was the two exchanging blows, and then just nothing. Emptiness. A gap in his memory, his only proof that there was even anything happening in that was his being here. Was he beaten that badly? Had he lasted just five minutes, being broken completely by the Icejin?
"The winner is... Snow!" Leke could not tell if this was his own mind playing tricks on him or an actual memory. The announcer's voice sounded distant and distorted, like a lie that sits for years and comes back to haunt one's self. Leke had to know, had to find out what happened.
He opened his eyes once more and flexed each of his muscles. They were stiff at best, definitely sore from fighting but close to one hundred percent. Inactivity had not helped them, either. It was difficult for him to even clench both of his fists for a few seconds.
A rapid fire of beeps erupted from a computer nearby. Alerted, Leke's sights set on the computer, screen lit up, displaying the vitals of Leke. It had sensed his slight power surge. But to who was the noise for? Nobody was in sight. This question was easily answered with the sound of heels clicking against the floors of wherever the Hattori boy was. The door of the room slid open to reveal a rather attractive, young, blonde, female doctor. She appears somewhat flustered, perhaps surprised that Leke had awakened.
A smirk came across Leke's face, underneath the breathing mask that was currently set upon his lips, allowing him oxygen whilst he sat in the tank. Nothing would keep this Saiyan prince down for long, he believed. His training and lineage prepared him against threats to his life. Still, apparently someone had taken him down, somebody he didn’t even know. Were Icejin so strong? He had heard stories of them, but they were rumored to be near extinction. His first experience with one turned out badly, he assumed. That troubled him, reducing his smile to a worried frown.
His attention drew back to the doctor, who was now at the computer terminal typing away at a few keys. Beeps sounded off and signaled the release of the healing liquid in his pod. Leke flexed once more, warming up his body against the cool air of the room that was replacing the magical green substance. He could feel his strength returning. The young prince removed the mask as the liquid fell down past his neck, taking in a deep breath of air through his nose and releasing it via his mouth. It felt good to be back.
The doctor seemed to smile and then left the room during the whole process. This irked the thirteen-year-old; where was she going? He needed an explanation! Still, he didn’t want to destroy the tank and possibly bring consequences upon himself or his family from Prometheus Zex, so he remained still until the liquid finished draining and opened the front of the pod.
Now able to get a clear picture of the room’s appearance, Leke was left in confusion. Everything in the room was white, as if this was some whack-job institution. He slowly exited the pod, standing up fully in just his drawers and stretching his legs out. They felt cramped from inactivity, as they always did with every stay in the damned healing tanks. Still, he was always thankful for them.
Now Leke demanded answers. The young woman had not come back yet, so he walked over to the computer she was at, the cool chill of the floor spiraling up through his feet and making his hair stand on end. He did not have a good feeling about what he was about to discover. The boy pressed a key, bringing the moniter to life, it displaying his vitals just before the tank shutdown was commenced. Below it was something akin to an accident report, except it was for his fight.
The Hattori’s eyes widened and his mouth was left wide open as his jaw dropped. What the H.F.I.L. did Snow do to him? The injuries detailed here were fatal: many broken bones, a concussion, organ damage, internal bleeding… His only conclusion was that he had been annihilated and nearly killed by the blue alien. It made the young prince wince, thinking of sustaining that much damage. That would be the most he had ever been beaten; within inches of his life. His body grew cold and felt useless, knowing that he was so weak that he'd take that kind of beating and not even remember most of it. That must have been one bad concussion...
It gave Leke a new appreciation for healing magic and medicine. He vowed to thank the doctor for saving his life if her ever saw her again, though she was still nowhere to be found. Though, looking about, he found his clothes in a neat pile on a chair. He was getting tired of being near naked anyways, so he gladly dressed himself in his royal colors. Amazingly, every fiber was repaired and his armor was brand-new; had his father been here to give him new garments or did Prometheus Zex just have that good of an employ that they could recreate the commodities of the Saiyan race? The young prince actually believed the latter more than the former; his father never paid him much attention, not with Ninjin's maturing.
Speaking of Ninjin, Leke thought, how was he doing in the tournament? He tapped away at the keys, amazed at the simplicity of the computer system. These results kept his astonished look on his face: his brother had been eliminated! And even more, almost killed! Somebody named... Conri Lane? He didn't even know there was anybody with that name in the tournament! Some nobody won this rigged tournament? Ridiculous! What was happening in this world? The Hattori family had the strongest Saiyan blood, Leke believed; he also fully thought that Ninjin was the strongest adversary he'd ever come across. If Ninjin was not even in the final battle...
Leke nearly fainted. He himself was so weak... Compared to his brother he is nothing; his brother compared to these guys was nothing. So in essence, Leke was hardly a blip on the grand galactic map, while Ninjin wasn't much more. These fighters had much more training than them. Then, what was the point? More than a dozen years of training from probably the strongest Saiyan alive should have given them an ample advantage over the others in the tournament.
So many questions ran through Leke's head at that moment, so many doubts and fears - things that Saiyans, he believed, should never think of. Why try anymore, if over almost a dozen years he was nothing? That was his biggest thought, one that scared him nearly to tears. All of his hard work, and future work he had previously been determined to put in, would be for nothing; there would always be someone else stronger. This disheartened him so, set off something in Leke's brain that discomforted him greatly.
It also angered Leke. It began first with his face, scrunching up in a fury that could only be a Saiyan's. His fists clenched following that, flexing the bulk on his arms and then his entire body as he summoned every ounce of strength and ki he could muster. Cracks began to form in the walls because of the pressure on them, the sheer force of Leke's energy bouncing off of them splitting tiles in half. Waves of red-and-gold ki surged throughout the room, putting cracks in the technology and more in the walls. In an ear-splitting, room-destroying roar, Leke blasted off through the ceiling, smashing through everything in his path on the way out. Nothing was unmarred after his exit. He cared not for others now, only for his own sanity. The prince needed to get away from it all, away from everybody and everything.
His head was on a swivel. Which direction should he go? Leke didn't know this backwards space station at all, anywhere but towards the colliseum was his target. In a random one of the other three directions, the Hattori surged his power in anger again and shot off in that direction. He had to get away... And find something out about himself.
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Finished. Zeni please.