Walking away from my previous ties. . .
I broke up with Nabiki, and decided to move out of the complex. I didn't exactly break the lease, but I can't stay in the same place where she will see me. Her dad was kind enough to give me the name of a bloke that could help me out. The rent is a little higher, but it's closer to the school. He just got the opening too. Good thing too. Ito-sama said that he'll tell Nabiki that I had to leave suddenly. Hopefully by the time Battle City is done, I'll be leaving Japan,
My riding lessons are coming along quick and I got my license. It's more like a motorcycle permit since I can't drive a car. I won't get that until I'm 20 here in Japan. At least I don't have to worry about public transportation. My bike is a yellow Honda Interceptor and it's a smooth ride. I started to read more about how to do more advanced riding techiniques and I'm really pleased that they have resources available. Pretty soon, I'll be better than Evil Kanevil. The books on Super Dave Osbourn are just plain stupid. Anyway, I'm not looking at jumping the Grand Canyon or anything like that, but I want to be able to use my bike as an extension of myself.
Why do I feel so depressed? I guess it's because I realize that I'm not like the other kids. I can't have a normal life and I'm a vessel for Ponytail. Even though I don't like my boss, he's never wrong. I realize that my job on this cursed ground is purge those that cause it harm. I almost can feel the earth cry in pain. I look at all the buildings that are up and wonder what happened to nature. We once lived along side our animal companions and lived in peace. Now, people throw their dogs outside and give them scraps. The dog may be happy living this way, but they don't know any better. The people are cruel to those that don't think or act like they do and it pisses me off.
I remember being back on that island as a prisoner, being treated the same as these dogs, being told that I was nothing more than a burden to society. NEVER AGAIN!! I clinch my fists each time I think about it. There was a time during the Infraction, ( the time I was collecting souls) it started to rain and hard. There was another prisoner there that hid in the same cave as I did. He was Aboriginy. He was put in prison because he was caught setting a dingo that was chained up free. The dingo is a sacred animal to these people much like the wolf to the Native Americans. The rancher called on him because he said that he was tresspassing. I felt for the Jacky. [1] I listened to his story and he asked me later if I was going to duel him and possibly take his soul. I nodded my head slowly and sadly. I actually like the bloke. He then said something to me that shook me spiritually. He gave me his name and he offered me a gift. His name was Mowan which means "Of the sun". He was kind and very interesting and wise. He wasn't much older than 30 or so. LIke him, I just want to live in a world that a person doesn't have to suffer to find happiness.
He then put something in the fire that caused me to go into the dreaming. [2] When I awoke, [3] I had a tattoo of something on my right ankle. He explained the mark to me. Since the tattoo is on my right side, it means that I'm tied to the earth. The hand stands for the warrior, the fish stands for the constant search for peace and the dingo stands for the constant hunt and the surviving spirit. There several dots arranged in a specific pattern around each symbol and each placed dot stands for a trial of a sorts. Since Mowan was older than me, he felt that I needed a proper right of ascension into manhood and since I was going to duel him, he told me that if I defeat him, I'm to take his beads from his wrist and if he were to defeat me, he was going to take my rosary. This is how his tribe knew who was defeated in battle or not. Beads were concidered personal. Most of the time the beads were made out of wood and the string was made from the sinue of an animal.
When the rain had stopped, I dueled him and defeated him. His last words to me were, "Remember who you are and no one will take away your spirit". Once Mowan's body fell, so did my tears. To this day, I still wear the beads. I cover the tattoo and I remember Mowan. Greed took my home. Greed took Mowan from his home. Greed is killing the Earth. Greed is killing us all because of some bloke that says that he wants to build a shopping mall. I hate malls for this reason.
I went for a ride after most of the duelists went inside to rest from their duels to prepare for the next day. I was up and about. I decided to stop at the piers and I was disgusted with what I saw! Luxury cruisers were everywhere! Fishing boats coming in to drop off their catch and so much waste! Dead sharks lined the pier with their fins cut off! I couldn't stand it anymore! I wanted to kill them all for killing creatures for only one part of their body. I wasn't about to let this go easily. I was madder than a hornet and I wanted blood.
I took Red's advice and decided to try a cage match. I'm sure there are plenty around and sure enough, I found one. It wasn't far from the piers and it was in the warehouse district. I approached the doorman and he ignored me at first. Then I tried to get his attention again and he called me a twerp for bothering him. When I told him that I wanted to fight, he laughed at me. I told him that I wasn't joking and he asked if I had a death wish. When I responded that I sure as hell did the moment I was born, he let me in. I signed myself up and I was on my way.
Once I was in the back, they asked me if I had a costume. I laughed. I told them that I didn't need one. I was in the locker room and some bloke tried to corner me. He said that I was too young to be in here and I told him to mind his own. I don't care about what people think. Most are greedy self serving assholes that care about lining thier pockets. I care about getting known as a fearless warrior who fights for a better world.
Most of these blokes are huge compared to me. I fought four grown men with weapons and won. I killed 50 men or more. I lost count to be honest. A cage match is a peice of cake. Spectators disgust me. I'm not in it for the crowd. I'm in it to prove a point. Like I care about the fame. If I kill a man or two, oh well. One less jerk to get rid of. My cage matches were a success. One bloke actually thought that he could piss me off by saying that he would send me home crying to mommy. I sent him packing when I told him that my mother doesn't exist. Two hits and he was down. One to the knee, the other to the groin. No one said that I had to fight fair.
I was quickly known as the Thunda from Down Unda. I hate that name. . . .
[1]Jack- An Australian slang term for an Aboriginy that is no longer considered politically correct by today's standards.
[2] the dreaming- A state of hallucination that causes the dreamer to see images and speak the first things they see.
[3] the awakening- The state where the dreamer comes out of the hallucination and remembers what they had seen and are asked to recall the events in vivid detail.