Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on May 7, 2014 10:21:26 GMT -5
How many times would the crown prince have to stand in front of a funerary pyre and watch on as his friends burned? How many more times would it be because of the actions of the Universal Church of One? A hot tear splashed down the cheek of the prince, he didn’t even bother wiping it away.
It was Kabocha and Shiitake on the pyre. Two of Ninjin’s oldest and longest friends. They had all been through quite a lot together at the academy. Unlike with Vil, Ninjin wasn’t surrounded by old soldiers he barely knew. No, only two stood in front of this blaze. Ninjin Hattori, crown prince of the Saiyan people, and Endou Oda, Saiyan Elite, Ironically part of the booming prosthetic industry that had just sprung up on New Vegeta.
They stood close to each other though neither said much, just listened to the popping of the fire and the various other fires of the mourning families crying all around them over lost ones. If one looked down from above they would see hundreds of fires with small groups around them. It was a tragic and moving sight. How many out there had lost fathers, sons, mothers, daughters, brothers, sisters? The prince fists clenched tightly in anger as a hot flash of rage swept over him.
A cold metal hand gripped the prince’s shoulder and he felt his heart leap into his throat. He held his breath in suspense but when he turned he realized it was just Endou’s new robotic hand. she caught the terror in his eye and appologized softly looking hurt. Ninjin pulled her close and embraced her. Despite being Saiyans, no one could escape the emotion that they felt that day. It harkened back to their extinction…
“They’d be happy you were here.” Endou said softly after a long moment. Ninjin only nodded, holding the red-head close. He said nothing. He found he was having trouble keeping the lump in his throat down.
“They will not go unavenged.”
“Where does it end?” The prince said suddenly and with more than a little anger. He pulled away from her embrace. Those gathered nearby looked over concerned. Endou could do nothing but stare at the prince in red with sad eyes.
“When does this end? Where? Will my death appease the church? Will I have to kill every single one of them to keep my people safe? How much blood must be shed?! How many lives must be taken on either side? Is anyone really willing to pay that high of a price?! Do we even have a choice?” The prince was approaching his breaking point. Whom would he lose next? Leke? Akassa? Nasu? One of his friends? his mother or father? No. No more. His hands still shook with rage. Endou began to look nervous. The prince’s power spiked. Those gathered began to talk excitedly out of fear. What was the prince doing?
Another hand fell on his shoulder, but this one was made of flesh, a careful calculation done by Endou.
“There are no enemies here my prince.”
Ninjin’s power dropped to it’s resting levels, and he looked around feeling guilty and embarassed. He had so much rage inside of him towards the church. It felt like a fire awaiting its chance to break free. What would happen when it did? The fire felt powerful. Was it? Would the prince be able to control it? Was this… was this the fire of a super Saiyan? One had not been seen in quite some time… if ever. Was it his destiny?
Now was not the time for such thoughts. With a shake of his head they vanished, but only momentarily to return and linger in the back of his mind.
“Will you be coming with us Endou? when we take this fight, when we take our revenge to the Universal Church of One… I’d like to know you have my back.” He looked into her deep emerald pools. As he asked it her eyes lit with fire. She looked from him to the fire, and then lastly down to her mechanical hand.
“Without a doubt.” Came her somber response. No doubt any and all available soldiers would wish to partake in the mission for vengeance. But sadly not all of them could come. Some would need to stay behind for defense and to help with the repair effort.
Still their plans for revenge would not go unsated. Ninjin, Endou, and whomever else went with them would carry that burden. They would have to wipe out the Universal Church of One once and for all. After the fire had burned down low the prince decided it was time to leave. He turned to go, but Endou caught his hand.
“Are you leaving just like that?” She asked him, more than a little hurt in her voice. The prince breathed heavily through his nose and considered what she had just asked him. He turned back.
“Ninjin… We should talk…” She said at last. Her tone cautioned the prince that this was going to be a serious discussion.
“Is here the best place?” The prince asked, looking around at the slowly fading lights of the funerary pyers. She shook her head and agreed. No, this wasn’t the best place for this particular discussion. In quiet contemplation they walked to Ninjin’s royal chambers. Or rather, the tent that had been set up to house Ninjin since his home was just destroyed. When they entered he sat on the cot looking exhausted. She stood awkwardly by the door, her flesh arm reaching across herself and holding the metal one.
“Are you alri--”
“You have a son.” The words blurted forth from her as if she couldn’t keep herself from saying it. Ninjin didn’t hear the words correctly. He couldn’t hear the words correctly. And yet she had said them all the same. He had a son? What? He was to young to have a son. He quickly rose and walked to her. She recoiled as if frightened of his response.
“Please. Go on.” He said after a long moment of just staring at her.
“It must have happened that night those years ago after the bar… the night with your friend… Nasu I believe his name was. Your child is named Azuki. He is three, and he looks just like you.” Her voice broke at the end and tears began to stream down her face. She was the mother of his child? He had a child? Was… did…? The horrified question leapt from his mouth, but she shook her head.
“He is safe. Lilith is watching over him on Omega. No one knows he is your son. I kept this from you as long as I could Ninjin…” She turned to leave, but this time it was Ninjin’s turn to reach out to stop her. There were so many questions he had. So many things that were going unanswered. In the end only one word came out of his mouth.
“Why?” Why could mean a lot of things in this instance, but it was the only word his mind could form with his mouth. She would answer whatever she thought he meant when he asked her why.
“I was afraid. We hadn’t spoken for years and then we spend the night together once and I get pregnant. I didn’t know what you’d do…” So that’s why she hadn’t told him. Bastard sons of royalty seem to run in the family… He was a chip off of Tsyuo’s block after all it seemed. The very thought made him shudder. He sat once more on the cot and exhaled hard.
“So what now?” He asked, looking up at the beautiful Saiyan woman.
“Last I heard you were involved with some alien woman.” She said roughly. Perhaps she hadn’t meant for it to sting as much as it had. Lilliana… How in the world was Ninjin ever going to explain this to her. Also… what to do about her? He loved her. He loved Endou as well… and she had his son...
“That’s correct.” He said softly, as though he didn’t want her to hear it. She shrugged.
“Then I guess there’s nothing to be done. Azuki is much safer where he is then if you seek him out, especially in light of recent events. You don’t owe me anything Ninjin. You’re the prince and i’m just a soldier. Despite that, I love you. I always have. I’ll see you later general.” She then left before he could stop her. She had left him with a lot to think about. Somewhere out there, on Omega so far away, was his child. One he would likely never meet as the Church would be after that child in an instant.
It was a heavy thought.
Pl please, wearing heavy weights but obviously only because they're fashionable.
It was Kabocha and Shiitake on the pyre. Two of Ninjin’s oldest and longest friends. They had all been through quite a lot together at the academy. Unlike with Vil, Ninjin wasn’t surrounded by old soldiers he barely knew. No, only two stood in front of this blaze. Ninjin Hattori, crown prince of the Saiyan people, and Endou Oda, Saiyan Elite, Ironically part of the booming prosthetic industry that had just sprung up on New Vegeta.
They stood close to each other though neither said much, just listened to the popping of the fire and the various other fires of the mourning families crying all around them over lost ones. If one looked down from above they would see hundreds of fires with small groups around them. It was a tragic and moving sight. How many out there had lost fathers, sons, mothers, daughters, brothers, sisters? The prince fists clenched tightly in anger as a hot flash of rage swept over him.
A cold metal hand gripped the prince’s shoulder and he felt his heart leap into his throat. He held his breath in suspense but when he turned he realized it was just Endou’s new robotic hand. she caught the terror in his eye and appologized softly looking hurt. Ninjin pulled her close and embraced her. Despite being Saiyans, no one could escape the emotion that they felt that day. It harkened back to their extinction…
“They’d be happy you were here.” Endou said softly after a long moment. Ninjin only nodded, holding the red-head close. He said nothing. He found he was having trouble keeping the lump in his throat down.
“They will not go unavenged.”
“Where does it end?” The prince said suddenly and with more than a little anger. He pulled away from her embrace. Those gathered nearby looked over concerned. Endou could do nothing but stare at the prince in red with sad eyes.
“When does this end? Where? Will my death appease the church? Will I have to kill every single one of them to keep my people safe? How much blood must be shed?! How many lives must be taken on either side? Is anyone really willing to pay that high of a price?! Do we even have a choice?” The prince was approaching his breaking point. Whom would he lose next? Leke? Akassa? Nasu? One of his friends? his mother or father? No. No more. His hands still shook with rage. Endou began to look nervous. The prince’s power spiked. Those gathered began to talk excitedly out of fear. What was the prince doing?
Another hand fell on his shoulder, but this one was made of flesh, a careful calculation done by Endou.
“There are no enemies here my prince.”
Ninjin’s power dropped to it’s resting levels, and he looked around feeling guilty and embarassed. He had so much rage inside of him towards the church. It felt like a fire awaiting its chance to break free. What would happen when it did? The fire felt powerful. Was it? Would the prince be able to control it? Was this… was this the fire of a super Saiyan? One had not been seen in quite some time… if ever. Was it his destiny?
Now was not the time for such thoughts. With a shake of his head they vanished, but only momentarily to return and linger in the back of his mind.
“Will you be coming with us Endou? when we take this fight, when we take our revenge to the Universal Church of One… I’d like to know you have my back.” He looked into her deep emerald pools. As he asked it her eyes lit with fire. She looked from him to the fire, and then lastly down to her mechanical hand.
“Without a doubt.” Came her somber response. No doubt any and all available soldiers would wish to partake in the mission for vengeance. But sadly not all of them could come. Some would need to stay behind for defense and to help with the repair effort.
Still their plans for revenge would not go unsated. Ninjin, Endou, and whomever else went with them would carry that burden. They would have to wipe out the Universal Church of One once and for all. After the fire had burned down low the prince decided it was time to leave. He turned to go, but Endou caught his hand.
“Are you leaving just like that?” She asked him, more than a little hurt in her voice. The prince breathed heavily through his nose and considered what she had just asked him. He turned back.
“Ninjin… We should talk…” She said at last. Her tone cautioned the prince that this was going to be a serious discussion.
“Is here the best place?” The prince asked, looking around at the slowly fading lights of the funerary pyers. She shook her head and agreed. No, this wasn’t the best place for this particular discussion. In quiet contemplation they walked to Ninjin’s royal chambers. Or rather, the tent that had been set up to house Ninjin since his home was just destroyed. When they entered he sat on the cot looking exhausted. She stood awkwardly by the door, her flesh arm reaching across herself and holding the metal one.
“Are you alri--”
“You have a son.” The words blurted forth from her as if she couldn’t keep herself from saying it. Ninjin didn’t hear the words correctly. He couldn’t hear the words correctly. And yet she had said them all the same. He had a son? What? He was to young to have a son. He quickly rose and walked to her. She recoiled as if frightened of his response.
“Please. Go on.” He said after a long moment of just staring at her.
“It must have happened that night those years ago after the bar… the night with your friend… Nasu I believe his name was. Your child is named Azuki. He is three, and he looks just like you.” Her voice broke at the end and tears began to stream down her face. She was the mother of his child? He had a child? Was… did…? The horrified question leapt from his mouth, but she shook her head.
“He is safe. Lilith is watching over him on Omega. No one knows he is your son. I kept this from you as long as I could Ninjin…” She turned to leave, but this time it was Ninjin’s turn to reach out to stop her. There were so many questions he had. So many things that were going unanswered. In the end only one word came out of his mouth.
“Why?” Why could mean a lot of things in this instance, but it was the only word his mind could form with his mouth. She would answer whatever she thought he meant when he asked her why.
“I was afraid. We hadn’t spoken for years and then we spend the night together once and I get pregnant. I didn’t know what you’d do…” So that’s why she hadn’t told him. Bastard sons of royalty seem to run in the family… He was a chip off of Tsyuo’s block after all it seemed. The very thought made him shudder. He sat once more on the cot and exhaled hard.
“So what now?” He asked, looking up at the beautiful Saiyan woman.
“Last I heard you were involved with some alien woman.” She said roughly. Perhaps she hadn’t meant for it to sting as much as it had. Lilliana… How in the world was Ninjin ever going to explain this to her. Also… what to do about her? He loved her. He loved Endou as well… and she had his son...
“That’s correct.” He said softly, as though he didn’t want her to hear it. She shrugged.
“Then I guess there’s nothing to be done. Azuki is much safer where he is then if you seek him out, especially in light of recent events. You don’t owe me anything Ninjin. You’re the prince and i’m just a soldier. Despite that, I love you. I always have. I’ll see you later general.” She then left before he could stop her. She had left him with a lot to think about. Somewhere out there, on Omega so far away, was his child. One he would likely never meet as the Church would be after that child in an instant.
It was a heavy thought.
Pl please, wearing heavy weights but obviously only because they're fashionable.