Hello all,
This is my first post to FFML and my first fanfic. I hope I can write many more =)
C&C's are welcome.
So how did I go??
--red
Behind The Mask.
Written By redranger (xenith [at] suburbia [dot] com [dot] au)
Disclaimer & Copyright Notice : I wrote this and you didn't. Capeche??
The characters aren't mine, they are the property of their respective
owners.
These are also my ideas and my artistic interpretations on who I think
these characters should be. But I hope most of the info is correct.
You don't like it? Feel free to write your own.
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He was in pain.
This wasn't typical physical pain, like when a toe is stepped on, or
when a shin connects with a coffee table. No. This pain never appeared.
Hidden behind a samurai mask, and swiftly defeated with a katana
whenever it tried to show itself.
His pain was real, but only to himself.
On the outside he was the tough and menacing Sodom, one of the four
main members of the Madgear gang. He probably was the best fighter
out of all of them, but each of them were specialised in different
areas to keep Madgear a well oiled machine.
"Sodom, you'd better be quick, otherwise you will miss your flight."
A rough voice filled the room.
"I'm going. Don't try and rush me." Sodom replied, still sleepy,
but awake.
"Well, your flight leaves in an hour," The voice said,
"So if you plan on reaching Japan, you'd better hurry up!"
Sodom looked up. Through bleary eyes he could make out a picture of a
thinly built man, dressed in Army garb and a noticeable scar on his
face. The man was Rolento, another member of the Madgear Four. He was a
military specialist, a terrorist, and recruited and trained mindless
kids into a formidable army.
"ALRIGHT! I'm up already!" Sodom certainly wasn't a morning person, but
he forced himself off the bed.
Thirty minutes later Sodom was ready, showered, masked and sword in
hand. A fancy car was waiting outside for him, ready to take him to
his dreams.......
"Flight 213, flying non-stop to Japan is now boarding at Gate No. 3."
A sanitised voice was heard throughout the airport. Sodom had problems
getting through security, because Customs suspected something of a man
who wore a full Samurai outfit. But thanks to the large amounts of
money his gang provided him, he was able to get through.
"Thank you sir, and enjoy your flight." Said the nurse, who was quite
startled by the appearance of Sodom. Sodom continued past the airport
gates and boarded the plane, focusing on the days ahead of him.
The trip was an uneventful one, except for the nosy Flight Stewards
and the pesky kid in the seat in front of him.
When he reached Japan, Sodom could feel the anxiety reaching all the
way to his finger tips. He passed through Customs without much trouble.
Nothing a good thousand Yen can't fix. Sodom could feel himself smiling
as he reached the the outside of the airport. He dropped his bags and
took one deep breath. It would have been relaxing, had it not been for
the pollution. Sodom doubled over, coughing and spluttering through his
Samurai mask. So this was Japan. He had read so much about Japan, but
that couldn't compare to the fact that he was in Japan.
The sound of fifteen hundred car horns brought Sodom back into reality.
He decided to catch a cab to the nearest hotel. Jet lag had got the
better of him, and besides, tomorrow was a big day.
The next day arrived and the tension he felt within him grew stronger
and stronger. His task was to recruit the Yokozuna
(Sumo Wrestling champion), E. Honda, into Madgear for some added muscle.
But this wasn�t the only reason for his trip, he had a close
relationship with Japan, not a physical one, but something much deeper.
Sodom was American, his looks were American, his face was American,
but in his heart longed to be Japanese. He studied Japanese culture and
considered himself Japanese. Though Sodom was considered an �traitor�
by many Americans, he still pursued his love for Japanese culture.
Eventually his obsession brought him to the foot of Madgear, fighting
his way through the ranks and earning money to support his obsession.
Arriving at the Stadium, Sodom had his chance to test himself. He
entered the arena, only to be greeted by, what seemed like millions,
of excited Japanese fans. His heart jumped. This was his time...
The Madgear samurai stepped onto the platform, where a large, built,
and seemingly powerful man waited.
�Honda?� Sodom asked, �Are you E. Honda?�
�Yes, yes I am,� replied Honda, �What is your business here little man?�
�I�ve come to challenge you.�
Honda�s ear perked up. He liked the word challenge.
�Very well, I accept. I will show you that Sumo Wrestling is the
greatest art form in the world!�
The battle was fast and furious. The spectators had trouble seeing what
was going on, let alone know who was ahead.
After five minutes the two �Japanese� fighters fell in a heap. Neither
seemed to have the upper hand. The spectators were breathless.
Finally, the Sumo Wrestler got up and leant on one knee.
�Interesting fight, too bad there was no winner.�
All Sodom could muster was a weak grunt.
�Tell me, why did you want to fight?�
The samurai came back to his senses, �I challenged you because I want
you to work for me.�
�Oh? I lead a comfortable life here as Yokozuna.
Why would I want to join you?�
�You will work in one of the most powerful crime syndicates in America,
and you will be paid handsomely.�
�America! Ha! That name alone will is proof enough of a bad deal.�
�Please?�
�No.�
�Pretty please?�
�Leave, before I lose my respect I once had for you.�
Feeling dejected, Sodom decided he had overstayed his welcome.
Picking up his things, he left the arena...
�Wait!�
Sodom quickly turned around, almost losing his balance.
�Why do you wear that Samurai mask? I doubt you�re of Japanese blood.�
�You are correct, but you know why I do this? Because I�m ashamed of
who I am.� At that moment, he removed his mask, revealing to the world
who he was....
And they laughed.
�You Americans are so silly,� Chuckled Honda, �Why you would want to
dress up like us is beyond me. Anyway, you a funny man, I like you.
I�ll work for your silly company. Agreed.�
His mission was complete and he returned to America. At the airport,
Rolento was waiting for him.
�What happened?? Did you get him to join Madgear?�
�Yes, but you wouldn�t believe the price I had to pay.�
END.
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AUTHOR'S COMMENTS : So what do you think?? Not bad for my first fic??
Why are you all shaking your heads?? Anyway, it's a sort of light
hearted type of fic. I had to write a story for English using ideas
from pics and text, and what ho! a pic of a Samurai was there.
I'm going to fix up the story a lot because this was the one I had to
hand in to my teacher. Maybe add in a fight scene or two.
So what do you think?? Gimme a buzz on your thoughts.
--red
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