Ficcage!
I wroted!!! I shouldn't have wroted 'cos I have work to be doing instead. But, fuck it. I wroted = I'm happy = I'm sharin' it.
Title: Legacy
Author: reijiro75
Pairing: None really, hints of Hamato Yoshi / Tang Shen
Rating: G
Prompt: Time travel
Word Count: 686
Disclaimer: I don’t own the TMNT or any related characters (much to their relief, I’m sure!) If there is anything else in this story you recognise from somewhere else, then I don’t own that either.
Summary: If Splinter could choose but one point in time to revisit. And if Renet could be trusted to get it right...
Author Notes: Beware the Zombie Muse!!! She has resurrected after over a year! Seriously though, this is for Jordan. 'cos it made me so happy to see tmnt_tuesdays (and all the other TMNT comms) were still ticking along nicely yesterday after I've been away for so long. It's like coming home to find an entire chocolate bar waiting for me in the fridge. ^_^ Thank you!
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With a deft strike at his imagined opponent, Yoshi ended the kata. Straightening slowly as the tension ebbed from his muscles. A small, involuntary shiver shook his shoulders and Yoshi glanced about the room again, certain he could feel eyes on him.
It was a feeling he’d been unable to shake since he’d entered the dojo hours before, but his investigations of the phenomenon were fruitless. There was no doubt in his mind that no-one could hide effectively from him here, in his inner sanctum. All of his students had tried and failed in the past. Yet, the feeling persisted.
A soft thud at his feet drew his attention, a smile breaking out on Yoshi’s face as the small, black rodent picked itself back up off the tatami mat. With staunch determination the rat took up its ready stance and attempted the flying split kick it had been trying to perfect for over a week now. Yoshi mirrored the look of surprise on the rat’s features as it finally performed the manoeuvre adequately.
“Well done Splinter!” the Master congratulated his unusual student, crouching to allow the rodent to scurry up his extended hand to his shoulder. “I told you it would come with time!”
Placing Splinter back in his cage, Yoshi gave his student a well earned chance at a drink and rest. Yoshi returned to the mats for a final run through of the complex kata he was perfecting himself, knowing he would have to bring his own practice to an end soon to begin his task of training the up and coming Foot elite for the day.
His final strike precise and deadly, Yoshi’s lip curled involuntarily. He blinked slowly, trying to clear his mind’s eye of the image of Oroku Nagi crumpling before him. He gave a quick shake of his head to clear the vision, put his personal desires aside. However much he despised his closest rival, it would do no good to dwell on such feelings. They had to work together to further the cause of their clan.
Besides, as far as he was concerned, he had already won. A soft smile crooked Yoshi’s lips as he recalled the night before; Tang Shen had given him her heart, her all. And with it she had given him hope that his legacy may be carried on by more than mere students, most of them lacking the innate drive and focus needed to attain his level of skill at his craft. He couldn’t deny his frustration that the most committed and promising student he’d had thus far was his pet! But, in time, he could well have a son of his own to train.
Bowing to the image of his own Master set at the head of the dojo to end his session, Yoshi’s head snapped to one side. The lethal glint in his eye mitigated with shock at the sight of the dojo doorway filled with... oni? The short creature stood at the fore, covered in aged, grey fur and a tattered brown robe, bowed to him respectfully over the short staff it rested its’ paws atop. The four kappa stood behind all bowed in unison a moment later.
Confused by the display of respect, the soft smile of gratitude the furred one gave him and the animated wave one of the kappa treated him to as they stepped back out of sight again, it took Yoshi a second to move his feet. Leaping for the doorway Yoshi was blinded by a flash of blue light, the hallway empty but for an echo of a high-pitched, undoubtedly female, giggle.
His frenetic search of the deserted hallway yielded no clues as to how the group had invaded and vanished so swiftly and, for the most part, silently. Shaken, Yoshi returned to kneel upon the mats in the dojo to ponder the mystery. Leaping down from his open cage door, Splinter silently scurried over to sit upon his Masters’ lap. Thankful for the comfort offered, soothing the sleek black fur helping to sooth his own jangled nerves, Yoshi offered his pet a grateful smile.
Title: Legacy
Author: reijiro75
Pairing: None really, hints of Hamato Yoshi / Tang Shen
Rating: G
Prompt: Time travel
Word Count: 686
Disclaimer: I don’t own the TMNT or any related characters (much to their relief, I’m sure!) If there is anything else in this story you recognise from somewhere else, then I don’t own that either.
Summary: If Splinter could choose but one point in time to revisit. And if Renet could be trusted to get it right...
Author Notes: Beware the Zombie Muse!!! She has resurrected after over a year! Seriously though, this is for Jordan. 'cos it made me so happy to see tmnt_tuesdays (and all the other TMNT comms) were still ticking along nicely yesterday after I've been away for so long. It's like coming home to find an entire chocolate bar waiting for me in the fridge. ^_^ Thank you!
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With a deft strike at his imagined opponent, Yoshi ended the kata. Straightening slowly as the tension ebbed from his muscles. A small, involuntary shiver shook his shoulders and Yoshi glanced about the room again, certain he could feel eyes on him.
It was a feeling he’d been unable to shake since he’d entered the dojo hours before, but his investigations of the phenomenon were fruitless. There was no doubt in his mind that no-one could hide effectively from him here, in his inner sanctum. All of his students had tried and failed in the past. Yet, the feeling persisted.
A soft thud at his feet drew his attention, a smile breaking out on Yoshi’s face as the small, black rodent picked itself back up off the tatami mat. With staunch determination the rat took up its ready stance and attempted the flying split kick it had been trying to perfect for over a week now. Yoshi mirrored the look of surprise on the rat’s features as it finally performed the manoeuvre adequately.
“Well done Splinter!” the Master congratulated his unusual student, crouching to allow the rodent to scurry up his extended hand to his shoulder. “I told you it would come with time!”
Placing Splinter back in his cage, Yoshi gave his student a well earned chance at a drink and rest. Yoshi returned to the mats for a final run through of the complex kata he was perfecting himself, knowing he would have to bring his own practice to an end soon to begin his task of training the up and coming Foot elite for the day.
His final strike precise and deadly, Yoshi’s lip curled involuntarily. He blinked slowly, trying to clear his mind’s eye of the image of Oroku Nagi crumpling before him. He gave a quick shake of his head to clear the vision, put his personal desires aside. However much he despised his closest rival, it would do no good to dwell on such feelings. They had to work together to further the cause of their clan.
Besides, as far as he was concerned, he had already won. A soft smile crooked Yoshi’s lips as he recalled the night before; Tang Shen had given him her heart, her all. And with it she had given him hope that his legacy may be carried on by more than mere students, most of them lacking the innate drive and focus needed to attain his level of skill at his craft. He couldn’t deny his frustration that the most committed and promising student he’d had thus far was his pet! But, in time, he could well have a son of his own to train.
Bowing to the image of his own Master set at the head of the dojo to end his session, Yoshi’s head snapped to one side. The lethal glint in his eye mitigated with shock at the sight of the dojo doorway filled with... oni? The short creature stood at the fore, covered in aged, grey fur and a tattered brown robe, bowed to him respectfully over the short staff it rested its’ paws atop. The four kappa stood behind all bowed in unison a moment later.
Confused by the display of respect, the soft smile of gratitude the furred one gave him and the animated wave one of the kappa treated him to as they stepped back out of sight again, it took Yoshi a second to move his feet. Leaping for the doorway Yoshi was blinded by a flash of blue light, the hallway empty but for an echo of a high-pitched, undoubtedly female, giggle.
His frenetic search of the deserted hallway yielded no clues as to how the group had invaded and vanished so swiftly and, for the most part, silently. Shaken, Yoshi returned to kneel upon the mats in the dojo to ponder the mystery. Leaping down from his open cage door, Splinter silently scurried over to sit upon his Masters’ lap. Thankful for the comfort offered, soothing the sleek black fur helping to sooth his own jangled nerves, Yoshi offered his pet a grateful smile.