Journey Of The New Earth

16

"Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before. Space: the final frontier."  

"Damon, what are you doing?" 

"Nothing! Mind your business Kitty!"

I looked over, seeing the camera in Damon's hands, rolling my eyes as he tried to hide it with his arm. Dork. I thought, knowing Dad would get that video in a matter of second, probably come and scold Damon for it. 

We've been in space for a week now and moral is pretty high. Every ones decided to take this time to work out, get to know each other and cook with the fresh foods we were provided with. They were going to go bad in a few weeks anyway, so I'm glad they are using them, molded food is gross and some times the clean up crew decides just to ignore it.

Damon's taken to recording almost everything he does now, and every five minutes Dad gets the video's sent to him, and either talks about it later or comes and yells at Damon for messing around. 

I've spent the last few days sparing with different people after finding the training deck. When Papa's shift ended one of the days last week, he came and spared me and I beat him, then other guys wanted to spare me and I kept beating them. None of them are like Dad when he fights, and even when I get close to beating Dad he brings a new power to the fight that I will never have. 

I was walking to the training deck before Dinner, and I heard the counter going, and peering around the corner seeing Grandma and Dad sparing. He was giving that power that he did with me, but he was going against something more. Grandma looked like she was barely working, grandpa was in the corner watching as the two fought. I leaned on the wall across from him, watching Dad from the back. "Dad! Upper Left with a 60*."

That was the other thing that dad taught me, confusing the enemy. If you know what something means, an enemy can quickly guess what it means and then it doesn't work anymore. But if you just say random things, the enemy will try to guess what that means and fail to see what you really are doing. You can move where your eyes are looking to, but that only confuses the weak minded, aka Papa.

Grandma went for it, moving left, and in a split second, Dad had an arm on her shoulder, swung his leg, getting up onto her shoulders and covered her eyes. She stopped, and Dad smiled down at me. "Thanks Kitty," he said, getting down with a hard landing, walking over to me. "Whacha up to?" I smiled, walking over towards my normal bench. 

"Just gonna stretch out, spare a little bit, get some running in. Maybe get something to eat and then hit the showers." I didn't really know. My evening were usually just sparing whoever came by.

"Oh, so, you wanna spare? I could show you tha-"

"Eh, I'm not really feeling it dad. My back still hurts from last time we spared. You don't spare to lose." It took only a second of silence for me to realize what I said. "You know, thats not what I meant, like, I'm-" He wrapped his arms around me, squishing my face.

"Did I actually hurt you, oh baby." I tried to squirm out of his grip. 

"No, stop, I'm fine!" He let go, quickly getting behind me and feeling up my back.

"Where does it hurt, you gott-"

"Stop!" The whole ship seemed to freeze. Dad stood back, eyes wide as I back up to the bench. 

My legs were moving on their own, I wasn't even able to think before my bag was over my shoulder and I was running back to my room. I got to the commons and I ran right into the girls common area, ignoring the greets or asks, running straight to my bunk where I curled up, ready to silently cry my heart out. 

Even though I hadn't started sparing, my body hurt all over. If my body wanted to stop crying, I knew it couldn't. Not in this moment. Nothing would help. It felt like hours before someone touched my shoulder. At that point I didn't care who it was, pride was out the window, and was a crying mess in whoever's lap I was in.

I couldn't see them and I didn't care. The pair of converse I was looking at was all I needed to feel a little bit better. All I needed to know was that Someone was holding me. Someone cared even if they didn't know what was happening.

The figure above me started to hum a melody, something rhythmic, almost like a song in the back of my mind. The hum was a deeper one, a stronger one then I was used to. I felt them pet through my hair gently as they hummed, and I found myself joining in on the humming.

My mind knew the song, it was... Los.. Los Pollitos, something like that. "Los Pollitos Dicen." I murmured out, getting a hum back.

"Pío, pío, pío," I looked up, seeing Papa's face, making my mind even more frazzled. "It's okay. Rest. You've had a long day Mi hija. Whatever happened can wait until tomorrow to be important." His smile was warm, one I hadn't seen in a long time. He kept humming as we both rocked slowly to it's rhythm. 

"Papa, if Dad mad at me?" I asked softly getting soft clicking of teeth.

"No, no, he could never be mad at you mi hija. Now, I said we could talk about this in the morning Bien?" He said, eyeing me as I laid down.

"Si, bien." I said back, him turning to leave. "Buenos Nuches Papa."

"Buenas noches mi dulce niña."