The Tale of Indigo ~ Chapter 2

Previously

“Class! Line up!” barked Mr. Oliver.

“Yes Sir!” the Rockets in training replied as they formed a line in front of their instructor. Together they ran around the track and stretched. Once completing this they again lined up in front of Mr. Oliver.

“As you know I’ll be testing you on your form next week. Today I would like to spend some time going over the Bokken portion with you. James, Indigo, up front with me, please.”

“Yes Sir!” the two chimed.

“I want my top students to show the rest of the class, and myself, some Bokken sparring.”

“Yes Sir.” Indigo and James walked over to the yard-long sticks. Each knelt down, carefully picked up a stick, and proceeded to the middle of the floor, where they stood, facing each other.

“I’m taking you down today, my friend,” Indigo grinned.

James returned the smile. “Says you.” They loved to playfully psyche each other out. It was one of their favorite games.

“Bow,” ordered Mr. Oliver.

The pair bowed to their instructor, and then to each other.

“Ready.”

Checking their distance, they got in their ready stance.

“Begin.”

All other sound in the gym was drowned out by they clacking of the wooden sticks.

“My T-shirt looks nice on you,” James pointed out during a close moment. Female students were required to wear T-shirts under their martial arts uniforms. Indigo, being the only female in the advanced class, often found herself in short supply, if she had any at all. They kept mysteriously disappearing. Such was the case today so James, literally, gave her the shirt off his back. “Does it serve it’s purpose?” James was aware Indigo knew he wasn’t talking about the obvious. She could smell the faint scent of amber, mixed with his own scent. It was an intoxicating combo for her, a fact James knew all too well.

“Devil spawn.”

James’ smile widened.

“You know, if you want your shirt back, you’ll have to come take it from me, yourself.”

Thwack!

Whether it was from Indigo’s invitation, or the ‘oooos’ from their classmates over their demonstration, James became distracted and was soon on the mat, out cold.

“James… James?” Indigo called.  Continue Reading…

The Tale of Indigo ~ Chapter 1

Author’s note: Let it be known that this fanfiction, aside from those characters already belonging to Nintendo, is mine. Anyone who uses it, or Indigo, without my permission, takes credit for my work, or rewrites my ideas and takes credit for them will have to deal with one pissed off author.

One more thing: This is a Mary Sue.  Continue Reading…