Fic Duel, and then some.
Well, just so I get it out there, my great-grandmother died tonight. I personally think it's for the best because she was reaching a state that was very sad to have to see her in. She's been a great person, and I'm dealing with it really well, for the moment. I'm leaving tomorrow to go home with my Aunt for the viewing and funeral, and I'll be back probably Sunday, and if not, Monday. I'll be online more (good thing about going home), so I'll be able to talk to everyone about stuff. I've talked to a lot of you already, and I thank you all for your support. I'll be leaning on you all, mentally, over the weekend, so, really, thanks. I love you all. (God, I'm making myself tear up... gah.)
But, on a happy note, there is ficcage. Whee! More Adam-ness. More Whee! (Or is it Wii? ^^)
Title: Two Visits (I guess... like I really title these things)
Fandom: Heroes, bit of a hint of another.
cyanwitchknows which one. ^^ I did my research. (And my brain put a Mohinder accent on that word. Seriously... Heroes kick.)
Character: Kensei, and spoilers for Adam's identity. (He's still in my head, being emo.) (Watch the show!)
Rating: PG, cuz people get blown up and such. Emo-ness.
Summary: Takezo Kensei returns to Japan two more times before the present.
Takezo Kensei spent many years in Japan. It held many memories for him, and gave him many more.
It was in Japan that he became a “hero”, if you could call it that. It was where the adventure - again, if you could call it that - began, where he met Hiro, the man from the future, and where he had learned of his ability - a blessing and a curse. The beginning of the end of his normal life.
After his betrayal by Hiro, Kensei left Japan, not to return for centuries.
It was in 1840 when he next returned. He found the country to be different, and not in bad ways. He took the time to learn new things - namely a game called go. Later, he would fondly remember being utterly trounced by a man with a fan who called himself Sai, though later revealed his name to be Kuwabara-san.
Kensei snuck aboard a ship - the U.S.S. Saratoga - but ended up in American for only a short time before returning again to Japan. He found himself in the midst of the Meiji restoration, watching as the age of the samurai ended, and Japan began to develop into a industrial society, one Hideyoshi - as he called himself at this point - knew would be great in the future. He mourned the loss of the samurai as a prestigious position, but knew that he must move on, after all, like all other things, this too must pass during his never-ending life.
But the most frightening and cataclysmic moment in his long life also happened in Japan. Amused by the name, Kensei - now called Takahiro, partially as a joke, and partially as a tribute - had found himself wandering into the city known as Hiroshima. It wasn’t a clear day, and didn’t look like it would clear for a while, but Takahiro found himself enjoying the city. He amused himself for the next few days wandering around, playing a bit of go, and just generally playing the role of experienced tourist - which one could argue that he was, though not of this particular area - when suddenly he felt something in the air. He looked up, and just as the faint sound of an airplane reached him, he felt the explosion.
Shit.
He felt a ripple, and - as his cells restored themselves, healing all burns and effects of radiation - he watched as others around him broiled and smoked as the heat and radiation poured around them. He had heard about such things that could happen. Nuclear explosion, he remembered the phrase from someone back in Germany when he had visited there. He had heard that the Americans were looking into research in that area, but he never thought that they would actually drop a nuclear bomb on an innocent city. Sure, they were at war, but still.
It was almost too bad that no one else could witness what he did. If they could, he decided, they wouldn’t want to even have knowledge of such a thing. It was horrible, watching people evaporate in the pure heat that radiated from somewhere west of him. Quickly considering his options, he turned and ran east, not for his own sake, as that was pointless, but it was obvious that anyone around here was past saving, but maybe, just maybe, he could help farther from the center of the massive loss of life.
He ran and ran, looking around but only finding scraps of cloth and eventually burned carcasses along the way. He ran for what felt like years before he finally felt the heat receding and felt his body give a sigh of relief that it could now slow the constant regeneration that had been going since the bomb had exploded. He suddenly came to a halt as he heard a desperate cry from a nearby building. He knew it was a long shot, even this far from the epicenter, but he had to try. Entering, he found a girl holding on to what seemed to be a woman’s arm. The blast had shaken the building - it must not have been made to acceptable standards for a place hit by earthquakes - and several appliances had toppled, burying the woman and - though he winced to think it - hopefully killing her, as surviving this blast would probably be a terrible fate - they were still way too close to the center of the explosion for there not to be any major repercussions.
“Come with me,” Takahiro said, holding out his hand to the girl. “We need to get away from here.”
“What happened?” She asked, looking up with hope in her eyes, but not reaching for his hand. “What about mother?” She gripped the arm harder, and it pained Takahiro to see it.
“We can’t help her,” he said, struggling to be nice while still being honest. The poor girl needed no more traumatizing than she already would have to deal with. “Please, we need to go. We have to survive.”
The girl raised the hand to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss before letting go, grabbing Takahiro’s hand with the same one that had clung to the arm. Fortunately the girl was light, as he ended up carrying her most of the way, but they made it out, and he prayed that she would survive.
As soon as he had found a group of people who would surely take care of her, he headed off on his own, making round after round of trips into the explosion zone, searching for people to save.
It was during one of these runs, when he found a man on the edge of death, obviously a doctor of some sort, that he had an idea. He grabbed a syringe from a nearby counter and plunged it into his own arm, drawing out a decent amount of blood. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping for his insane idea to work, before giving the man the blood.
His eyes widened as the doctor sat up, burns, bruises, and cuts healing before his very eyes. In a flash, all the uses of this new property occurred to him, but Takahiro shook his head, holding out his hand to the formerly injured doctor.
“We need to get out of here. There are people who could use your help.”
It was soon after that that Takezo Kensei - now to be known as Adam Monroe - left Japan again. He would return, but nothing would ever be the same.
But, on a happy note, there is ficcage. Whee! More Adam-ness. More Whee! (Or is it Wii? ^^)
Title: Two Visits (I guess... like I really title these things)
Fandom: Heroes, bit of a hint of another.
cyanwitchknows which one. ^^ I did my research. (And my brain put a Mohinder accent on that word. Seriously... Heroes kick.)
Character: Kensei, and spoilers for Adam's identity. (He's still in my head, being emo.) (Watch the show!)
Rating: PG, cuz people get blown up and such. Emo-ness.
Summary: Takezo Kensei returns to Japan two more times before the present.
Takezo Kensei spent many years in Japan. It held many memories for him, and gave him many more.
It was in Japan that he became a “hero”, if you could call it that. It was where the adventure - again, if you could call it that - began, where he met Hiro, the man from the future, and where he had learned of his ability - a blessing and a curse. The beginning of the end of his normal life.
After his betrayal by Hiro, Kensei left Japan, not to return for centuries.
It was in 1840 when he next returned. He found the country to be different, and not in bad ways. He took the time to learn new things - namely a game called go. Later, he would fondly remember being utterly trounced by a man with a fan who called himself Sai, though later revealed his name to be Kuwabara-san.
Kensei snuck aboard a ship - the U.S.S. Saratoga - but ended up in American for only a short time before returning again to Japan. He found himself in the midst of the Meiji restoration, watching as the age of the samurai ended, and Japan began to develop into a industrial society, one Hideyoshi - as he called himself at this point - knew would be great in the future. He mourned the loss of the samurai as a prestigious position, but knew that he must move on, after all, like all other things, this too must pass during his never-ending life.
But the most frightening and cataclysmic moment in his long life also happened in Japan. Amused by the name, Kensei - now called Takahiro, partially as a joke, and partially as a tribute - had found himself wandering into the city known as Hiroshima. It wasn’t a clear day, and didn’t look like it would clear for a while, but Takahiro found himself enjoying the city. He amused himself for the next few days wandering around, playing a bit of go, and just generally playing the role of experienced tourist - which one could argue that he was, though not of this particular area - when suddenly he felt something in the air. He looked up, and just as the faint sound of an airplane reached him, he felt the explosion.
Shit.
He felt a ripple, and - as his cells restored themselves, healing all burns and effects of radiation - he watched as others around him broiled and smoked as the heat and radiation poured around them. He had heard about such things that could happen. Nuclear explosion, he remembered the phrase from someone back in Germany when he had visited there. He had heard that the Americans were looking into research in that area, but he never thought that they would actually drop a nuclear bomb on an innocent city. Sure, they were at war, but still.
It was almost too bad that no one else could witness what he did. If they could, he decided, they wouldn’t want to even have knowledge of such a thing. It was horrible, watching people evaporate in the pure heat that radiated from somewhere west of him. Quickly considering his options, he turned and ran east, not for his own sake, as that was pointless, but it was obvious that anyone around here was past saving, but maybe, just maybe, he could help farther from the center of the massive loss of life.
He ran and ran, looking around but only finding scraps of cloth and eventually burned carcasses along the way. He ran for what felt like years before he finally felt the heat receding and felt his body give a sigh of relief that it could now slow the constant regeneration that had been going since the bomb had exploded. He suddenly came to a halt as he heard a desperate cry from a nearby building. He knew it was a long shot, even this far from the epicenter, but he had to try. Entering, he found a girl holding on to what seemed to be a woman’s arm. The blast had shaken the building - it must not have been made to acceptable standards for a place hit by earthquakes - and several appliances had toppled, burying the woman and - though he winced to think it - hopefully killing her, as surviving this blast would probably be a terrible fate - they were still way too close to the center of the explosion for there not to be any major repercussions.
“Come with me,” Takahiro said, holding out his hand to the girl. “We need to get away from here.”
“What happened?” She asked, looking up with hope in her eyes, but not reaching for his hand. “What about mother?” She gripped the arm harder, and it pained Takahiro to see it.
“We can’t help her,” he said, struggling to be nice while still being honest. The poor girl needed no more traumatizing than she already would have to deal with. “Please, we need to go. We have to survive.”
The girl raised the hand to her lips and gave it a gentle kiss before letting go, grabbing Takahiro’s hand with the same one that had clung to the arm. Fortunately the girl was light, as he ended up carrying her most of the way, but they made it out, and he prayed that she would survive.
As soon as he had found a group of people who would surely take care of her, he headed off on his own, making round after round of trips into the explosion zone, searching for people to save.
It was during one of these runs, when he found a man on the edge of death, obviously a doctor of some sort, that he had an idea. He grabbed a syringe from a nearby counter and plunged it into his own arm, drawing out a decent amount of blood. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping for his insane idea to work, before giving the man the blood.
His eyes widened as the doctor sat up, burns, bruises, and cuts healing before his very eyes. In a flash, all the uses of this new property occurred to him, but Takahiro shook his head, holding out his hand to the formerly injured doctor.
“We need to get out of here. There are people who could use your help.”
It was soon after that that Takezo Kensei - now to be known as Adam Monroe - left Japan again. He would return, but nothing would ever be the same.