《A Dragon In human Skin》Trouble Comes In Doubles
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'Azeroth…..if you could guess how strong my soul is right now, what do you say it's strength is?’
'Strong enough that I could break it by just flicking my finger heh’
‘.....yeah I guessed that? My physical strength is freaking shit. I really would have died if you tried to break out. I can see her true intentions Azeroth, I can see her karma…..it's so positive I won't be able to hurt her if she were to attack me at most all I could do is restrain her with my telekinesis’
“Stop ignoring me you little punk!! Why did you do that to my brother….his body is broken almost beyond repair.”
She looks at him with a furious expression, tapping her feet waiting for an answer. Jack can only smile wryly in his heart, he can already tell this is gonna blow up in his face. He only really has one option right now and that's to tell truth, let's just hope it goes well for him.
“....I lectured your brother on what it means to be strong, he got mad and challenged me to a duel. I obliged him in his wish, I warned him that any acts of aggression against me will be handle with ruthless force”
“He attacked me twice, the first I was willing to let go the second attack I wasn't so nice, I crushed your brother and broke every bone In his body, I'm a Buddhist. I was only defending myself I don't condone violence I was rewarding his bad karma with the proper gift, pain!”
'haha good one boy that's exactly how you should talk to an over protective pissed off sister, you know you're about to get your ass kicked right?’
“You…!!!!!”she looks about ready to snap,he can't help but think his bad communication skills are about to get him killed. Why couldn't he just be a little be more lucky? He can't help but curse his misfortune.
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Fire starts to gather at her fingertips before turning into a flaming spear, she stabs it towards him. With inhuman reflex he telekinetically slaps the flame spear away before jumping back distancing himself away from her. He looks calmly at her, while she has look of shock on her face from having her spear slapped away. He doesn't want this to blow up anymore than it already has.
“ Girl whatever your name is I must ask forgiveness for hurting your brother, it was never in my intentions to cause him such bodily harm I was only protecting myself.”
“Shut up!! What do you mean it wasn't your intentions he's almost beyond saving. A sorry isn't enough you must feel his pain before I even think of forgiving you”
“Is that so? Then so be it I will comply with your wishes, inflict as much bodily harm you feel is needed to right this wrong.”
Jack gets on his knees before folding his hands in prayer position and closing his eyes. The young girl just stands there staring blankly at him, she doesn't know how to react. Did he just ask to be hurt just so it would make her feel better? Is he one of those weird perverts?. No that can't be it he said he was a Buddhist right? So it's like what's goes around comes around right?, she can only hope but guess that's what it is.
“...y..you why would no hey get up this wrong I can't hurt a person who won't fight back it's wrong”
“Didn't you want justice for you brother? I was giving you the opportunity. Why would decline? Isn't this what you want?”
“What I wanted was for you to reflect and apologize for hurting him.”she says wanting to be done with the situation, for some strange reason she's already exhausted with this. This kid is just bizarre who just so easily welcomes pain?.
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“Well then have it your way now class is starting soon, and I would very much appreciate being able to get through the rest of it without any mishaps.”
“Uh well um ok I guess? I'll leave now then…..” she walks away and through the classroom door oddly confused.
'haha hell yeah my bluff worked!! Haha I'm a freaking genius praise Azeroth I'm the Fraking best!!!’ he says smiling goofily on the inside but face doesn't change from his calm collected expression.
'haha yeah yeah whatever boy, you barely got lucky. The only reason you still have your head right now is because she's thinks you're a weird dumbass, she was creeped out by you.’
'What? Creeped out? No way that can't be right, she was just in awe of my monkly way.’
'No boy she thought you were a perverted masochist who likes being beaten. She was slightly disgusted I mean come you got on your knees to easily asking for a beaten how is that not weird?'says Azeroth with an oddly amused smirk on his scaly dragon face.
'Tsk whatever, I have class shut up now. Dumb dragon.’Jack slightly frowns but quickly fixes his face, he lays his head on the desk getting ready to take a nap. That was rudely interrupted by a wild Stella, where's your Pok* Balls when you need them?.
“Hey stella how's your day going”he says not looking her in the eyes he already has an idea why she's so raddled up. She's always so lively, it almost looks like she has stars in her eyes like some lame anime character. No wait?!!! she really has stars in her eyes!! How??? that shouldn't be humanly possible!!
“Don't hey Stella me! Why didn't you tell me you were strong, why were you just taking those beatings?”
“Would you believe if I said it was a dollop of fairy dust?”
“No!!!..”
“I ripped a tag off a mattress.”
“Jack!!”
“ Ok ok don't scream I'll tell you, I'm Buddhist and it's against my beliefs to cause harm to another living thing, but I reached a level in my monkly way that allowed me to practice the karmatic way. Which mean I won't hit you but if you hit you'll get hit even harder in self defense.”
“Seriously I didn't know you were a monk? I just thought you were pussy”says Stella with a playful grin, this is her way of getting payback at him for just walking away and leaving her alone. Petty I know right? She doesn't care.
“ Haha well I mean technically you're not wrong, I mean I really don't….”
*Boom*
The door was slam opened, and a group of large buff with scary looks on their face walk into class room and stare directly at him.
'awhh fuck!!! Not again!! Dad aren't you supposed to be sending good luck my way?!?!?’
'haha boy its really never a dull moment with you is there? How are you gonna get out of this one?’
*The End*
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