Bleach Fan Fiction / Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Warrior ❯ The Chosen One's Princely Training ( Chapter 37 )

“This is different: a seminar on how to be royalty! It's like a seminar made just for me! Sophisticated conversations, proper manners, and a brilliant ball with a stunning beauty! But, an evil shadow appears in this garden of beautiful flowers. On behalf of the ladies, I will punish you!”

Silent Warrior

Episode 37

As usual, TJ wakes up late for school, and storms out of the house. Prometheus is in the background holding TJ's lunch, saying things never change. TJ finally reaches the school just as Melvin runs up.

“I see you overslept too,” TJ says, giving him a high five.

“I didn't over sleep, I was doing homework I didn't finish last night,” Melvin says, playfully jabbing him in the shoulder.

“What homework?”

“Are you serious TJ? We had homework for math, science, Japanese, and a report in English class.”

“I don't even know why I rushed to school now…”

The two are interrupted by a limo pulling up to the front gate. Two girls and two boys then come out, each walking single file and very proper.

“What's with them?” TJ asks.

“Are you seriously that dense?” Melvin sighs. “Those students are attending that Prince Camellia class.”

“Wait, isn't he that fancy aristocrat from one of the countries in the former Russian Confederation?”

“Yea, and some high end parents are paying him to teach their kids how to be proper.”

Before he can say anything else, the bell rings and the two boys rush off inside the school.

The Chosen One's Princely Training

“Ok class, let's check out your homework from last night,” Mr. Karr is saying during 4th period.

TJ is in the back, asleep as usual. He is dreaming about himself as a prince at a grand party.

“Now announcing, Prince Takato Katsuhito of Avalon,” an announcer says.

Two big doors open up to reveal Prince Takato in a fancy tuxedo.

“He truly is a prince among princes,” one lady says.

“Such a perfect balance of masculinity and elegance, he truly is the Chosen One,” another lady remarks.

Princess Yuna then walks up to him and asks him for a dance. He then takes her hand, and they begin to slow dance.

“Did you do your homework?” Mr. Karr yells from the background.

“Quiet fool, you shouldn't address royalty like that,” Prince Takato responds.

“I'm so sorry Chosen One,” Mr. Karr apologizes, getting down on his knees.

“Now that's more like it,” Prince Takato says, jumping up and down and talking like TJ.

“Wake up, Mr. Davis,” Mr. Karr says.

“Who interrupts the nap of a chosen…” TJ starts to say, half waking up.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Oh, Mr. Karr, it's you; hello there!”

“And you didn't do your homework again TJ?”

TJ looks dumbly at him, and Mr. Karr gets mad and sends him out of the class.

“I need to stop acting like that,” TJ says to himself in the hall. “I've got to start acting more like a chosen prince.”

“I'm glad to hear you say that,” Prometheus says to him.

“Animals aren't allowed in school.”

“Don't worry about the details; I'm just glad to hear you're finally taking this stuff seriously.”

“Yeah, if I don't, I won't be able to bump and grind with Ashley at a swinging party.”

* * *

“Lady Yunalesca,” King Mithos calls from his throne. “Please join me and Sacred.”

Lady Yuna shows up looking very uninterested.

“I want you to work with Sacred on killing Silent Warrior and bringing me the Zinzuishou,” King Mithos continues.

“I don't think that's going to happen,” she says. “I will work on my own and do things my way.”

“As will I,” Sacred says.

King Mithos looks at both of them very pleased.

“That is fine then,” he finally says. “Bring me his corpse and the Dark Crystal as soon as possible.”

* * *

That night, Prometheus is at Game Edge, contacting central command. After inputting his code phrase, he proceeds to bring up some concerns about TJ.

“TJ doesn't seem to be aware of himself or his duties as the Chosen One,” he says.

“Perhaps he is just taking a different approach,” the console responds.

“But we need him to act before the enemy does.”

“That is true, but these types of things…”

The screen goes blurry, and a lot of rustling can be heard. Suddenly the screen clears up to show Athena.

“Athena, you're central command?” Prometheus asks, very surprised.

“Well, I guess I am,” she laughs nervously.

“You mean I've been following orders from you this entire time?” Prometheus asks, getting angry. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Technically you never asked until now…”

* * *

The next day, Prometheus and TJ are spying on the training being done by Prince Camellia. The two are up in a tree watching the class, when the butler spots them. Scaring them both, they fall out of the tree.

“Excuse me young sir, but if you have no business here, I suggest you leave,” he says.

“I was wondering if maybe I could join a class or two, just to get a taste for it,” TJ responds shyly.

“Those students were brought here by invitation.”

“Well, he told me I should go,” TJ says, pointing to Prometheus.

“An invitation from a…cat creature isn't exactly what I meant.”

“I think it would be rather amusing to have someone with that sort of imagination,” Prince Camellia says, coming outside. “However, you need to be able to do one thing for me.”

“Well, I'll tell you straight up, I'm not exactly good at school, or being delicate, or quiet, or on time,” TJ says.

“How amusing a person you must be to have so many things you're not good at!” the prince laughs. “Here, I want to see how well you can shoot this arrow.”

The prince hands him a bow and arrow, and points to a target in the distance. Feeling real confident, TJ aims completely away from the target, and releases the arrow. The butler laughs as the arrow bounces off of plants, trees, and lights. Somehow, the arrow does make it to its target.

“Wow, very impressive,” the prince applauds. “Welcome to my school for the eligible.”

Later on, the guys and Athena, minus TJ and Prometheus, are at the Masaki Shrine.

“So TJ went to the prince training b.s.?” Damon asks.

“It's to refine himself as the Chosen,” Athena responds.

“He'll quit by the end of the week, if that,” Styve snorts.

“This is something he has to do. We need him to become more refined.”

“Why's that Athena?” Tyrone questions.

“Because he needs to be easily recognized as the Chosen and as a prince.”

“But why can't he just stay the way he is?”

Athena rolls her eyes and Tyrone rolls his.

“If he doesn't become more like the Chosen, the Dark Crystal won't fully awaken,” she finally says.

“Maybe we should go keep him company,” Tyrese comments.

The guys all agree and Athena cries that they're too impulsive.

Back at the school, the men are practicing their archery skills.

“This is a breeze,” TJ says to himself. “Good thing my new attack is just like this, I can hit anything.”

He then shoots two arrows one right after the other, which hit exactly the same point, with the later arrow going right through the first. Prince Camellia is watching the students from a window on the second floor of his mansion.

“Is this what you wanted, Master Sacred?” he asks.

Sacred appears, quite pleased with what he sees.

“Silent Warrior uses a bow and arrow in one of his attacks,” he says. “He is also a real klutz. The boy here who is a skilled archer, but is also clumsy, will be the one.”

“So one who is good at the game, but not good enough to pass, will be who I'm looking for? Will Silent Warrior really fall for such an obvious trap?”

“Of course he will. That's exactly the type of person he is.”

* * *

A little later, everyone is gathered in the dining hall for a meal. TJ is complaining that the suit they gave him is too tight. Before he can complain anymore, the butler comes out and serves soup.

“Well, it's better than nothing,” TJ says, picking up his spoon.

He immediately begins eating, and everyone stares at him.

“There is no slurping,” the butler whispers to him.

TJ apologizes and tries again. He's still slurping and the butler repeatedly tells him no slurping. Everyone is trying their best not to stare at them, but the two end up making so much noise that the prince has to tell them the meal is over. They then proceed to a lounge area.

“The most important thing about a noble is his speech,” the prince tells them. “Speaking formally is key to coming off as very intelligent.”

TJ is dozing off, and starts complaining to himself that this is too much like school.

“You sir, let's try an example,” the prince says, coming over to him. “How would you offer coffee to your guests?”

“Well, um, would you please like to have some coffee please and thank you?” TJ responds.

“No, let's try it again.”

“Coffee's on, come and get it?”

The prince sighs and everyone else falls out of their chairs. TJ looks at the floor in shame and embarrassment.

That evening, the prince throws an elegant ball to train the students on social gatherings. Everyone is on the dance floor doing waltzes.

“If I pat you on the back, that means you pass the class,” he says to everyone.

TJ and his partner are struggling due to TJ's lead feet.

“I can dance, just not to this slow boring crap,” he tells her.

He then trips on her dress and falls to the floor.

“You never change,” a voice says.

TJ looks up to see Styve, Damon, Tyrone, and Tyrese all dancing with a partner.

“It wasn't nice of you to not include us,” Tyrese says.

TJ then notices how Damon and Tyrese are dancing perfectly with their partners, never missing a beat, and even adding in some extra things. Styve and Tyrone are struggling just as hard as TJ.

“I can do anything except this,” the two of them say.

“And I can't do anything,” TJ sighs.

The prince walks around tapping people on the shoulder, during which he taps Damon and Tyrese.

“If I have tapped you, please come to the next room so I may give you your certificates,” the prince says.

Everyone proceeds to the next room, except for Tyrone, Styve, and TJ. In the room, there are wax statues of young men and women.

“It's hard to believe they aren't real,” Damon comments.

“Yes, they are very life like,” the prince says. “But that could have something to do with them being real people.”

The prince then changes into a monster with clam shells on his shoulders and pants.

“Hello, I am Youkai Demon Shakoukai, pleased to make your acquaintance!”

Before the two can react, Shakoukai sprays the entire group with wax from his clams. Outside the room, TJ, Styve, and Tyrone sense danger. Before they can run to the room, Shakoukai appears in front of them.

“Now, which one of you is Silent Warrior?” he asks.

“What makes you think one of us is?” Styve asks back.

“The clumsy, airheaded, head strong Silent Warrior could never pass a refinement seminar.”

“I see how you think, quite clever,” Tyrone says.

“Don't be impressed with him!” TJ yells.

“I'm going to turn you all into wax sculptures!”

The demon attacks, and the guys barely dodge the wax. Prometheus and Athena are watching from a balcony, and jump on top of Shakoukai. The boys take this opportunity to jump out of a window.

“Phoenix Transform!”

“Dark Fire Power!”

“Dark Power!”

“Will you please get out of my way?” Shakoukai asks, throwing the cats off his face. “Now, where did those three young men go?”

The orange and black and the black daggers then strike before him, answering his question.

“Using false promises and dreams to exploit the hearts of youths, I cannot forgive you for that. For failing Silent Warrior, I will punish you.”

“And with the fires of the dark I will burn your evil in the name of Dark Blade.”

“Delivering divine punishment, Dark Warrior will end your wrongs.”

“Just as I thought, one of you was Silent Warrior, but what a treat that all of you are Brothers!” Shakoukai laughs.

“Let's see if you're still laughing after this; Dark Fires Engulf!”

The demon uses his wax to harden the attack and stop it from making contact with him.

“Dark Crescent Beam Shoot!”

This attack is also stopped with the wax.

“Neither the crescent beam or dark fire worked,” Dark Warrior points out.

“I don't think my fire bird is going to work either,” Silent Warrior says.

“You three will make excellent trophies for Master Sacred,” Shakoukai taunts.

“I like action figures, but this is going a bit far!”

Right before he can attack, Yellow LightStar's flower comes between the boys and the monster.

“Yellow LightStar, you came,” Silent Warrior smiles.

“Silent Warrior, hand over the Dark Crystal, and I will let you live,” she responds.

“Those weren't the orders from Master Sacred,” Shakoukai hesitates.

“You can't be serious…” Silent Warrior whispers.

“Silent Warrior, this isn't the Yellow LightStar that you know,” Dark Warrior speaks up.

Dark Blade looks on with a distraught look on his face.

“Yunalesca, do not interfere in things you have no business with,” Sacred says, appearing.

“The objective was to get the crystal,” she shoots back. “Who cares about the boy, as long as we get the crystal.”

“This is my operation sweetie; I won't let you ruin it. Shakoukai, kill Silent Warrior.”

“No, get the crystal!”

“The boy!”

“The crystal!”

“The boy!”

“The crystal!”

“I don't know whose order to follow here,” Shakoukai sighs.

“How about a nice cup of coffee to perk you up?” Silent Warrior asks, sliding in next to her.

“Thank you, but it should be `would you like to have a cup of coffee?'”

“Gotcha! Dark Crystal White Flame Piercing Cleanse!”

Catching him off guard, Silent Warrior heals the demon, changing him back into Prince Camellia.

“Now to change you back as well, Yellow LightStar. Dark Crystal White Flame…”

“Not today,” she says, moving away from Silent Warrior. “You can keep that crystal for now.”

Inside, everyone returns to their normal selves, but have no recollection of what they're doing in there.

“What happened to the enemy?” Tyrese asks Damon.

They then see a shadow on the ground and look up to the window to see the outline of Silent Warrior.

* * *

“I'm late again!” TJ yells, racing out of the house.

On his way, he bumps into Prometheus.

“You're still late for school?” he asks.

“Yes, but that's because I've made up my mind,” TJ replies.

“Made up your mind about what?”

“I'm going to be my own type of chosen.”

He then runs off and Prometheus sighs.