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| Topic Started: Dec 22 2008, 05:49 PM (66 Views) | |
| Final Riku | Dec 22 2008, 05:49 PM Post #1 |
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Riku woke up one morning in the bed that Miki had let him borrow while he was staying there at Keyblade Library. He slipped on his pants and stood up. He could here talking outside as he slipped on his boots after his socks. He was throwing on the blue undershirt when he walked outside to see what was going on. After wielding his Keyblade of Darkness, the teen utilized his Jump Materia to blast up a flight of stairs. When he reached a balcony of the library, he stared out side where he saw an old woman standing there talking with Miki. Riku tossed his yellow shirt on now over his blue and walked up to the two of them. Curiosity was completely getting him now. He couldn’t figure out if maybe it was a wife, girlfriend, maid, or just a really old student that stood there talking to Miki. “Hey” Riku said as he leaped down and approached the two. Riku noticed something different in the master as he watched the woman talking to him. The old man was standing up straight for once. A stern look was hardened on his face. One of the masters hands were positioned across his chest resting in the crevice inside his other arm’s elbow. That hand was up to his goatee, which he was stroking. The Miki that Riku saw yesterday was not the old man that stood before him today. The old woman spoke with an elderly shake in her voice. “They destroyed the whole village, Miki. I don’t have any way of getting supplies right now. I seriously need your help.” “Not a problem at all.” Miki even spoke differently. “I’ll send my most outstanding pupil to you. His name is Riku. It’s this young strapping lad right here.” Miki brought his arm out and slapped Riku on his back. Riku cocked an eyebrow as he usually did when he was either embarrassed or just lost as shit in whatever was going on at the moment. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He looked at the old woman for a minute that came all this way just to ask this old fool for help. He then turned his gaze to Miki, which Riku just decided not to even attempt to ponder about. Riku listened carefully to Miki as he packed the enormous bag. It went just as accordingly, the old lady would read from the list telling Miki what she needed, then Miki told Riku, and then Riku hurried along grabbing the item and throwing it in the bag. The process was long, but the three worked quickly. Well, Riku worked quickly. Those two just spoke quickly. The bag was filled now. Every item was in it except for a case of water. The one item that they were missing was the most important of the items. The old lady needed water more than anything else out there in the middle of the fields, which was where she lived. That was a bummer to the plan. It was a halt, however. “Riku!!” Miki shouted. “Yes..?” “You need to go get the water for this young lady, since you forgot to pick up water the other day when you went to town, and since we cannot send her the ocean water that is around here.” Riku sighed. He couldn’t believe that the old fool was blaming the lack of water on him. He wasn’t even told by Miki to go to town for water. The old bastard told him to go pick up some groceries. He just kept his mouth shut and decided to leave the details of the truth out of Miki’s story. “Where do I need to go do that at?” “Well, I would say just run to town, but you are my most outstanding pupil, so I am going to tell you to go take it from one of those gangs that have been running around. It shouldn’t be a task hard for you, boy.” Riku squinted his eyes in disbelief. He looked around him at all the non existent students that Miki had. All Riku heard was the noises of crickets and all he saw was nothing, but Hawaiian shirts and boring magazines that were thrown all over the place. He then turned back to Miki glaring. “Yes, master…” “Don’t backsas me boy! There might be something in for you if you succeed!” Riku walked with the old lady through the fields . He was really curious about how she knew Miki. The one thing that sparked his curiosity was that she had referred to the old man as master. That was something that only students did. She looked about the same age as Miki, though, if not older. There was no way that she was possibly a student of his. Maybe a child of hers was and she did it out of respect. The wondering was killing him now, though, and he just had to know. “How do you know Miki?” “He was my master a very long time ago. I was probably around your age when he taught me the ways of the Keyblade.” The old lady laughed a bit. “I’m too old to even throw a punch now. The skill was useful when I was younger. If I was only a few years younger, then I would’ve showed those little gangsters a thing or two about violence.” Riku was shocked at the ladies answer. He dropped the bag where he stood. He lost all concentration and completely forgot that he was even holding the thing. He shook his head to snap back into it and turned for the bag. He hoisted it back on and turned to the old lady, who was still just walking. Riku ran to catch up with her. “What? There’s no way!!” The old lady chuckled again. “Oh yes there is. That man is full of all sorts of things. You would never tell by just looking at him. He just leads people on and on. It’s how he knows who to train. Normally people would just give up at the first whim of his antics. Those are the ones who never get trained. The ones who stick around, though, he will teach everything he knows too. It’s worth the patience and annoyance, too. Trust me on that one, young boy.” “Let me tell you a secret about your master, young lad. He is much older than you think. Much more…” The old lady continued to walk while Riku followed listening. “See…Miki is not necessarily human…” Riku jumped into the conversation with an interruption. “Alright…first off, you kind of had me a little thrown when you told me that Miki was your master when you were my age. Second, you told me that Miki actually knows what the hell he is doing. That’s impossible!! Have you seen him or even been around him for more than ten minutes? He’s nothing like that!! Now, you tell me that he his old wrinkly self is some kind of super being, assuming that there even is one?” The old lady laughed at Riku hysterically. “You don’t believe me? It’s true. I promise you that it’s true. He looked the same then as he does now and that was a good forty something years ago. It’s the truth, young one. Also, he is a master of jumping. Just by sparring against him, you should already have an instinct to jump whenever you can. I saw this take place in you from the start, when you leaped out to meet me.” Riku walked in silence for awhile carrying the bag. He thought back at the training he was supposedly going under. He thought about all of the crap that Miki had and was still putting him through. It kind of made sense, but there was just no way. Then again, he thought of how he was somewhat making sense off all of this. Perhaps she was right. He was getting stronger and faster. He was gaining his speed from carrying that ridiculously large blade around all day. It weighed more than any other weapon he’d ever seen. He was getting stronger by working all those stupid chores all day, as well. The digging of those holes over and over. Maybe there was a point to everything he was being put through. Riku broke the silence. “So you’re saying there is a method to his madness, huh?” The old lady nodded and the two continued to walk. The two of them arrived at the old ladies house. Riku followed her inside the house and dropped the bag down on the floor. He began to empty the bag out, but she stopped him. Riku looked up at her curiously. “Huh?” “I can handle all of this, young lad. You go on and fetch that case of water. Leave the womanly work for the woman. I’m not that old, yet.” The old lady smiled at Riku, who just returned a nod to her. Riku bolted out of the door and then ran right back in. “Which way exactly?” Riku stood at the doorway scratching his head. The old lady pointed in a direction. Riku looked out that way and started running in that direction after confirming what she said with a nod. Riku sped across the fields leaving nothing but a trail of dirt, rock, and dust behind him. He leaned his body forward and held his arms back behind him so that he didn’t go against the wind as much. He could feel the change in his speed from the training. The change was even noticeable now that he had a good day of no training. He basically just walked today and the night before he had got a really good rest. Theses thugs had no clue what was coming for them now. He was in prime condition and itching for a fight. When Riku finally reached the outskirts of the area in question, he could see the destruction that the gang war had brought. Bodies lay in the streets and buildings were crumbling or burnt. The streets were empty and there were still fires burning from the arson attacks. The sight was pathetic to witness. Riku could only keep reminding himself of how most of these people probably had nothing to do with the gang war. Most of these people were probably all innocent and didn’t deserve to die. The thought completely disgusted Riku. The gangsters of half the gangs involved in the gang war that ripped the town apart were all just sitting in an abandoned warehouse. The building was dark and busted pipes made it damp. It was barely standing from the war that took place a few days before. The four of them sat there around a table drinking Saki in celebration of their victory. That was only assuming that there are victors in a war that caused this much death and destruction. One of them looked up because he heard something behind him. In his drunken stupor he turned and stumbled towards the shadows. He didn’t know what it was, but he was filled with liquid courage and it didn’t matter what it was. He just walked into the shadows toting his gun chuck full of bravery and stupidity. The others just watched him disappear into the darkness. Wham!! The gangster flew from the shadows. His body spiraled through the air and he landed on the table that the rest of the gang was sitting around. The wooden table smashed underneath his body. His gun was gone and his body was motionless. Blood poured slowly from his mouth that was only supported by a broken jaw. Riku jumped from the shadows. He landed and stood there in no stance at all. He had an air of confidence about him. This was a deed that needed to be done. He looked for his own justification in getting rid of these fools from Earth, but he didn’t need to find one on his own. The three gangsters that stood before him and the dead one that laid there had given him all the justification he needed to complete this task. The gangsters all stared at Riku in fear. They could read the expression that covered his face. They knew from the first glance of seeing him that this was a fight they could not win. They had two choices in front of them. They knew that they could either get beaten while running or get beaten while fighting. The Saki that they had been drinking issued only one order, however. They all remained there to fight. With a smile, Riku whipped out his Keyblade, spun it expertly through the air, and disarmed all of them within a few swings. After realizing that they had nothing left to fight for, Riku got the ‘special’ water, then made his way dubiously back towards his master’s house. Miki sat in a recliner watching an aerobics show where the girls were all exercising in tight spandex. He looked over at Riku. “Well?” “The job is done, Master. She got ALL of her supplies.” Riku then jumped to his bed and laid there to rest after ditching his sweaty and bloodied clothes. However, when he made it to his room, he found that there was a small bell lying on the table. It seemed that all of his work actually paid off in the end. With a sigh, Riku added it to his meager collection of junk and headed straight back out of the door. He had been meaning to buy some stuff while out of the house, but had forgotten entirely. When Riku got to the nearest weapon dealership, he handed over his Ultimate Keyblade of Darkness in exchange for two lesser Keyblades. Though he knew that this was a foolish idea, he had an idea, to which he would exploit some other day.
Edited by Final Riku, Dec 25 2008, 09:34 PM.
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