My mom is jealous of me because I can go in and out the realm like my father. The realm, somehow, is like my mother’s dream place. I think she desperately wants to go in order to make my father’s family accept her because she feels so guilty to make him give up so much just for her. Not to mention, maybe if she could be a realmer then my father wouldn’t have to sigh or regret marrying her so much. Sometimes I feel like she’s mad at me as a way to be mad at herself. You thinking what I’m thinking? If you’re thinking that my mom is still a lunatic and was definitely not healed right then you’re right!
My mother is human and I detest that because I’ve always believed the realm was where I belonged. Now that I’m out of school I’ve returned to the human world. Gross.
I sat down in the traditional, but oh so uncomfortable, way. I took the whisk and placed it next to me, making sure I didn’t bow down low enough, so that my heavy bow wouldn’t make me fall flat on my face. (And yes, if you are wondering, I’m wearing a kimono with a thousand pound bow in the back.) I crushed the leaves carefully and painstakingly slowly because it was “respectful” or something like that. I then pushed the crushed leaves into the hot water. Taking the whisk again, I swirled the tea around making slight swishing noises that was supposed to mean peacefulness and tranquility…or something like that. To me, it just sounded supremely annoying and squeaky. My mom looked at me, or more specifically, my mistakes. I poured the tea into the proper teapot and then poured into the individual teacups. I had to pour about one-fifth of the cups then pour again until it was full. I think I had to do that in order to create the perfect color or something. Then, I served my father first by holding the hot cup fully into both of my hands, until he nods and accepts. (The first time I had to do that I burned my hands to the point where they became so callused I couldn’t feel a thing. But guess what? My mom yelled at me for not having lady-like, soft, flower petalish hands!). When he nods I can then gracefully place the cup in front of him. I had to do that for each of the people that were in the room whom were my grandparents, my mother, and their guests. After I was finished I was able to excuse myself to my room.
“You were supposed to sprinkle the hot water into the tea leaves, not the opposite!” My mother whispered as I left the room.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” I muttered as I rolled my eyes.
I walked down the corridor, turned a sharp left, walked down another corridor, turned a long right, opened a door to another hallway, walked down that hallway until I spotted stairs, walked up the stairs, moved to the right where there was an elevator, went into elevator, pressed the number five, waited one minute, walked out of the elevator, ran down the hallway to the left, walked down yet another corridor, opened another door, walked down a separate hallway, found a door on the right, and then went into my room. Thank goodness my parents let me use the elevator this time. I sighed as I shut the door behind me.
I have the top floor of the western modern part of my house as my room. Okay, imagine the top floor of a five star hotel. Not just one room, but that entire floor. That is the size of my room. Jealous? Don’t be. It’s mostly filled with exercise equipment that I am supposed to practice everyday. My bed is pretty large too because I’m a restless sleeper. Trust me, if you get me a normal size bed I would fly off of it every time. I used to have a flat screen TV, but once I got really mad at my parents and ended up I punching it and it shattered. It didn’t matter much to me anyways. I hardly watched it. No offence to regular kids, but mortal TV is pretty stupid to me and it’s sorta weird seeing characters on TV that were supposed to be fake yet I see them in my world all the time for real. For example, Pokémon: People used to catch those critters allll the time, but it got annoying after a while. I don’t get how these humans can try to catch them for fake on those DS things, but never get tired of it. Seriously, humans make no sense to me at all.
I was bench-pressing one hundred pounds for one hundred reps when my parents came into my room.
“99…100!” I yelled as I placed the dumbbell back.
“Midnight.” My mother called. I looked up.
“What?” I asked as I sat up.
“You defeated your father in a battle today, correct?” My mother asked. My father tensed up from remembering that embarrassing moment.
“Yeah. What of it?” I said still angry about it.
“That means you must have gotten your ki back. It’s impossible to beat your father as a mortal. Simply just impossible!” My mother exclaimed.
“I don’t think so. And, mom, you probably know too. My mojo isn’t back yet; I can feel it.” I said. I placed my hand where my ki would be concentrated and built up. Sorry, but I can’t tell you guys where my ki place is because that’s my weak point. In order to have power you have to concentrate it on an area where you would be most weakened. Even in the ninja world there is no absolute power. Anyway, I can’t tell you or my enemies might use it against me. Hey, be happy that I’m telling you that I, the incredible undefeatable Midnight, actually have a weak point.
My mom seemed shocked for a moment, but then cooled down. My father was as stone faced as ever.
“This is quite odd. Honey, what does this mean?” My mother questioned my father as she turned towards him.
“I have no idea. This, also, makes no sense to me.” My father answered.
“Well this just tells me that I have to work out more. Can you guys please leave, so I could finish my work out?”
“Of course.” My father said. They both left. I sat still just to ponder about my ki and my parents, but it made my brain turn into mush. I did one more rep of one hundred on the bench-press, then plopped onto bed. I was poop tired. Once my body crashed onto the bed I passed out.
