Post by Yamcha on Oct 14, 2010 2:48:41 GMT -5
His heart ached, the only emotions Yamcha possesed anymore! Why had she rejected him so many times?! He was Yamcha, women would kill for his attention! But this girl, Bella, she would not cave in! Yamcha had tried everything! Flowers and gifts and all that mumbo-jumbo. But she was like a giant rock, unmoving and stone-cold...
Yamcha sighed, why did he feel his way? Most of the time he would just shrug it off and smirk ya know? But it was different this time, something was different... Hmmmm... Nah, Yamcha couldn't love, it was too difficult and sloppy. He got up and sighed again softly, throwing some zenni down upon the table, Yamcha looked around. The bar, this was a place for all the bad-asses to go.
Yamcha only shook his head though, no fighting, not tonight. Yamcha exited the bar, looking up at the sky, it was going to be a rainy night tonight. Great, heart-break in the rain, ironic no? He sighed for the third or fourth time, ruffling his spiky black hair.
He rose into the air, well heck. If he was going to fly through rain might as well do it in style right? His energy flared as his aura flashed, allowing him to use his ki energy to fly. Flying through the air, he barely noticed as the rain started, his hair getting wet as it rained down his scar ridden face.
He raised his hand up and touched the scar, tonight was a painful night, filled with painful memories, the day he had gotten those scars wasn't a happy one. In fact, it was one of the saddest days of his life...
The katana flashed out in the dark sky, Yamcha's father stood before his son, who was on his knees. As the young boy looked up at him, the father only could close his eyes in shame, how could his eldest son, his own kin, sell out his families secrets for money? At the time, Yamcha was only eleven years old, but the father could not end the life of his son, so he banished him, but not before etching his marks upon his face, one over his eye, to symbolize that he would never be seen the same way ever again, and a cross on the cheek, so that the heavens may forgive him for his wrong-doings...
Yamcha lifted his face off the scars, damn his entire family, not a single one of them had cared for him anyway and any of them would have turned him out for the same exact reasons. It was all about money in his family, that was the soul of society. That was what brought the families downfall. His memories drifted back to those days,
The family had cast him out with nowhere to go, so the newly scarred boy traveled the earth, seeking somwhere where he could belong. It was a sad and sorrowful time, many people turned him away, if it hadn't been for the old kind man that took him in. He would have for surely perished. The old man was known as Roshi, a martial arts teacher of a age long past. He took a great liking to the boy, offering him the chance to train under the old master. Yamcha didn't refuse.
At first it had been easy, the trainings were simple and the young Yamcha benefited from them greatly, all the masters at the Kami house were amazing in their own special way. It was there that Yamcha had grown up happy...
He smiled to himself, touching his face one more time before touching down in front of his home, he still had some training to do...
[Part 3 of 7 COMPLETED!]
[Total Word Count: 617]
Yamcha sighed, why did he feel his way? Most of the time he would just shrug it off and smirk ya know? But it was different this time, something was different... Hmmmm... Nah, Yamcha couldn't love, it was too difficult and sloppy. He got up and sighed again softly, throwing some zenni down upon the table, Yamcha looked around. The bar, this was a place for all the bad-asses to go.
Yamcha only shook his head though, no fighting, not tonight. Yamcha exited the bar, looking up at the sky, it was going to be a rainy night tonight. Great, heart-break in the rain, ironic no? He sighed for the third or fourth time, ruffling his spiky black hair.
He rose into the air, well heck. If he was going to fly through rain might as well do it in style right? His energy flared as his aura flashed, allowing him to use his ki energy to fly. Flying through the air, he barely noticed as the rain started, his hair getting wet as it rained down his scar ridden face.
He raised his hand up and touched the scar, tonight was a painful night, filled with painful memories, the day he had gotten those scars wasn't a happy one. In fact, it was one of the saddest days of his life...
The katana flashed out in the dark sky, Yamcha's father stood before his son, who was on his knees. As the young boy looked up at him, the father only could close his eyes in shame, how could his eldest son, his own kin, sell out his families secrets for money? At the time, Yamcha was only eleven years old, but the father could not end the life of his son, so he banished him, but not before etching his marks upon his face, one over his eye, to symbolize that he would never be seen the same way ever again, and a cross on the cheek, so that the heavens may forgive him for his wrong-doings...
Yamcha lifted his face off the scars, damn his entire family, not a single one of them had cared for him anyway and any of them would have turned him out for the same exact reasons. It was all about money in his family, that was the soul of society. That was what brought the families downfall. His memories drifted back to those days,
The family had cast him out with nowhere to go, so the newly scarred boy traveled the earth, seeking somwhere where he could belong. It was a sad and sorrowful time, many people turned him away, if it hadn't been for the old kind man that took him in. He would have for surely perished. The old man was known as Roshi, a martial arts teacher of a age long past. He took a great liking to the boy, offering him the chance to train under the old master. Yamcha didn't refuse.
At first it had been easy, the trainings were simple and the young Yamcha benefited from them greatly, all the masters at the Kami house were amazing in their own special way. It was there that Yamcha had grown up happy...
He smiled to himself, touching his face one more time before touching down in front of his home, he still had some training to do...
[Part 3 of 7 COMPLETED!]
[Total Word Count: 617]