From womb to crib, Wasabi No-Ginger was a perfectly normal baby. He cooed, he drooled, he cried, he attempted dancing.
On the first day of preschool, though, the child didn't really talk to the other kids. He sat inside during recess and sharpened all the pencils, getting them all to an orderly point. Much to his chagrin, however, when the other kids entered, they broke them or dulled them or snapped them. During naptime, as the other kids whispered and giggled under the teacher's "Quiet, now. It's naptime.", Wasabi would close his eyes and think.
Though his parents were constantly worked about his lack of social interaction, they were also constantly impressed about his mind. During art class, when the other kids were flinging paint at each other and laughing, Wasabi used blue crayons to create a diagram of a lightblade from the past and ongoing series, "Star Battles".
And, with the help of some mirrors and a flashlight, he figured out the estimated amount of energy it would take to build this.
Wasabi's father, though a very supportive father, was a preacher of the Baptist church and wished for his son to be a doctor or a dentist or a lawyer or a preacher, like him. "You need to use your mind to help people, my son. Not to do some ridiculous nonsense like science. Will science keep you out of debit, or pay mortgage? No, my boy."
Wasabi was a silent and obedient boy, So he kept his thoughts to himself and follow through with his parent's wishes... until he learned to actually speak.
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(WHOO! Of course I have to do this story, Wasabi is my favorite character. I love him. Maybe I'll do an OC later or whatnot. Have a good day and comment!)
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FanfictionWasabi was always a neat kid. And by neat, we mean orderly. He's an adult now, however, and some things just don't ever change.
