As I eased myself into wake-ness, I reached across the bed and scratched Timber's belly. As I did, I looked around the room with hazy, blinking eyes. Weird, first time waking to a ninja free room in weeks, I mused, throwing my covers aside and leaping off the bed with the hint of a smile playing on my lips. I skipped over to the closet and went for my usual close fit jeans and a white tank top but added on an over-sized gray cardigan. After looking myself over in front of the full-length mirror I had across from my bed, I strode over to my desk and perched myself on an edge while I strapped on my leg-sheathes.
I turn over each sai in my hands, gazing down at them in deep fondness tainted with concentrated sorrow, each noticeably different from the next but made with one overall design. Colored leather cord wrapped handles, solid steel make, and a series of repeated charters scribed across the prongs and the double-edged blade. I weighed each one in my hands then slid them into their correct sheath.
“Nor,” I breathed, placing the green in the outer left slot.
“Eas.” I positioned the yellow on my inner left.
“Sou.” Red outer right.
“Wes.” Blue inner right.
“Cen.” I withdrew my necklace and raked my eyes across the two rings that lay in my bandaged palm.
I lifted my palm a bit higher, forgetting about the rings, and looked over the quarter-sized red mark on the gauze. I rush to the bathroom and re-bandaged my hands, mentally scolding myself for being so forgetful last night. After that, I ran the comb through my hair and thought of how I would do my hair today. I settled on weaving the top half of my hair into a French braid headband of sorts, it kept the hair out of my face but let it flow down my back also, and the braid part extended from behind my right ear and slightly past my left elbow. After stepping into a pair of thick sole black leather boots, I grabbed up my backpack and opened the door for Timber.
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Maverick (A G.I. Joe Fanfiction)
FanficTHIS STORY AND A MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MY PERSONAL BRAIN CHILDREN. THEY ARE WORKED INTO A WORLD I MYSELF DID NOT CREATE. LARRY HAMA, MARVEL COMICS, AND HASBRO HOLD ALL RIGHTS TO THEIR CHARACTERS I'M BORROWING THEM TO WRITE THIS BOOK. The na...
