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**Kio_Kaidou14** · October 16th, 2007, 12:24 AM

The sun slowly began to caste its warm rays upon all, morning was soon to come. Ken, a 13 year old boy with black hair pulled into a ponytail, grey eye's that caught anyones attention, a slim, fit figure that stood to be 5'4 had been practicing his fighting techniques all night long, forgetting about his sensei Akira who was quite worried sick about Ken.

"Ha...ha...ha." The words came out fast with each swift punch Ken placed upon the punching bag that hung from the limb of an old tree. The sound's echoed through the woods causing birds to scatter about. "I...won't...give in...to weakness." He continued to say out loud, anything to keep himself from falling asleep. Strong wilded, and stubborn that was the kind of person Ken was. Because of that he tended to get in trouble...quite a lot.

Heavy gasps for breath escaped from Ken's mouth as he slouched over, placing both hands on each knee. Sweat slowly dripped from his chin as he stared down at the ground. Ken's grey hues shifted towards his shadow as the sun continued to rise. "Ah crap! I lost all track of time. Dang it, Sensei is gonna kill me!" Fear shot through him as he thought of many dreadful things that could happen to him. Akira was a very strict person, yet he had a kind heart. He had taken in Ken when he was only a small child of 9. Teaching him many fighting techniques with sword and fists. That was truly a blessing and only a few of the many reasons he admired him

Catching his breath, Ken stood up straight to wipe the newly formed sweat on his forehead. His hue's scanned over the bag noticing the blood stains from the hard punches that were placed upon it. Slowly Ken walked over to the old tree to untie the rope, feeling his sore muscles as he stretched to reach the knot. Little did our Ken know, Akira was approaching, his long silver hair flowing in the wind only to reveal that angry expression of his. An expression Ken knew quite well.

**My_Secret_Life** · February 10th, 2008, 05:38 AM

Akira's fists were clintched tightly as he headed into the forest, towards his student's normal training clearing. That hard-headed student of his was going to kill himself one of these days...He sighed. He wasn't running, he was walking. He was sure Ken had probably passed out by now.

Even though he knew that the most likely thing was that Ken had merely lost track of time or passed out, he was still worried sick. What if he was dehydrated? Had he eaten? Worse case scenerio wouldn't stop going through his mind either; what if Ken had been attacked by an enemy? Akira clincthced his fists tighter, making his knuckles whtie...He'd never forgive himself if that was the case...

He walked faster, moving bother some twings and brush out of his way so he could get ther faster. He narrowed his crimson eyes, gritting his teeth. If Ken was fine and well, he was going to kill him.