Post by zombie on Mar 17, 2017 1:40:58 GMT -5
We go to a forest near the Des Moines River. Kimitsu Zombie sits in the snow breathing in and out slowly. A large tablet is propped up against a tree on a board. She sits with her legs crossed in the snow and breathes in and out slowly. A familiar voice is heard from the tablet.
“Inhale and exhale slowly with the rhythm of the melting snow around you. The aim is to lower your heart rate and clear your mind.”
She meditates for a while and the camera pans around her until we see a pair of legs clad in white approaching her. She squints and opens one eye. It is the man in the tablet. He has a white monk’s robe that is tucked in at the bottom and wool pants tucked into tabi boots. His eyes are clouded white, his hair is closely cropped and kanji tattoos are visible all over his face, neck and hands. He towers over her.
“Tokyo-sensei?”
“No, I am still in Japan as you can see. This is just… Oh, child.”
“Sorry.”
“You should not partake in everything Aokigahara-san gives you.”
“I thought it would help with this shi- Sorry."
She opens her eyes wide as the voice from the tablet guides her meditation while the hallucination stares at her with ghostly eyes.
“Are you really disappointed in me?”
Tokyo Zombie kneels in front of her. She leans to the side to see the real Tokyo motioning for her to keep her back straight then faces the dream.
“Not really. You have exceeded all my expectations. Your fighting is improving and you are gaining traction with the fans. Especially after your tag title win. Your influence is felt even here and that is impressive.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I will admit that not all of it is what I would call wholesome, with the juvenile delinquents following you and such, but you are making them dream. I am proud of you.”
She tries to stifle a smile and a laugh.
“Focus on my voice over there. Good.” Both the real and the fake Tokyo Zombies sync up. “Now I must ask. Is this really working?”
“Not really. I just can’t focus. I try to clear my mind but that American Tommy is sticking in there like a bad parasite.”
“That is exactly his purpose. His teasing and taunting will get you out of your element and into his.”
“If it gets me into the frame of mind to hurt him badly then I almost welcome it.”
“Anger is a dangerous weapon to wield. It will cut you as deeply as it cuts your enemy. Try to rise above that and meet him as the warrior I know you can be. You will accomplish your objectives faster if you fight with a clear mind and maybe even earn his respect.”
“I don't want his respect. I just want to shut him up.”
“Gaining his admiration as more than an object will make him cease with the perverse thoughts. He will see you as a worthy rival instead and maybe even attempt to follow your path.”
“A broken jaw might do a better job of it, yeah?”
“Do not think like that. Clear the mind. Breathe with me.”
The image of Tokyo Zombie fades out and she sees the smaller one in her tablet. She breathes the brisk air deep and just watches him meditating Her mind is all static. A desperate rumbling of an engine is heard as the shot fades into another one.
Kimitsu Zombie is in a garage trying to kickstart a motorcycle. She wears overalls with the top part tied around her waist. She walks back over to some tools when the bike fails to start and goes to tinker on something at its side. Aokigahara Zombie walks in with some beers.
“What are we doing?”
“Meditating my own way. I got a bike that’s the same as mom had. A Kawasaki triple. Needs some work but I dunno what’s wrong with the fucker. It won’t start.”
“It's an old machine.”
“My mom said it served her well all those years she was in the gang. I know fuggin bikes. It should be working.”
She starts banging on it with a long wrench.
“Are you mixing your drinks again? I told you never to mingle the nations. Russia and Japan may be on good terms but vodka should never go with shochu.”
“None of it is working! I sat out in the snow and tried it his way. Tokyo-sensei told me to try this but it's pissen me off too!"
“He did?”
She stands up and tries to sloppily kickstart the bike again but the engine won't cooperate. She growls.
“I need to get this in check before the match. I need to go in there with a clear mind to show Tommy that I’m above all his shit.”
Aokigahara kicks the bike on the side and it falls over. She glares at him with rage twisting her face into a cruel promise. He rounds on her.
“That's it right there. Forget the way of peace. Nonsense. You aren’t built like that. You get angry and you use it. That is how you fight and that is how you live. Never limit yourself! Especially not your emotions! How we feel is the one pure thing we get as humans and you want to cut yourself off? If you get mad you show it. If Tommy pisses you off, you go for the throat. Love hard and hate hard, Kimitsu!"
He kicks the gas tank of the motorcycle again and she looks at him with astonishment. Then she screams and hits it all over with the wrench. She throws her bottle of vodka at it and tries to start her lighter.
Aokigahara pulls her back some laughing hysterically. She squats down and starts dismantling the bike. He turns his head slightly to acknowledge us.
“Look closely American Tommy. I want you to think about this: If she does this to something she loves, imagine what she would do to something she hates.”
He turns back more to face the camera fully.
“I know you’ll watch this too, Tokyo. Look at her go. She's mine now.”
“Inhale and exhale slowly with the rhythm of the melting snow around you. The aim is to lower your heart rate and clear your mind.”
She meditates for a while and the camera pans around her until we see a pair of legs clad in white approaching her. She squints and opens one eye. It is the man in the tablet. He has a white monk’s robe that is tucked in at the bottom and wool pants tucked into tabi boots. His eyes are clouded white, his hair is closely cropped and kanji tattoos are visible all over his face, neck and hands. He towers over her.
“Tokyo-sensei?”
“No, I am still in Japan as you can see. This is just… Oh, child.”
“Sorry.”
“You should not partake in everything Aokigahara-san gives you.”
“I thought it would help with this shi- Sorry."
She opens her eyes wide as the voice from the tablet guides her meditation while the hallucination stares at her with ghostly eyes.
“Are you really disappointed in me?”
Tokyo Zombie kneels in front of her. She leans to the side to see the real Tokyo motioning for her to keep her back straight then faces the dream.
“Not really. You have exceeded all my expectations. Your fighting is improving and you are gaining traction with the fans. Especially after your tag title win. Your influence is felt even here and that is impressive.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I will admit that not all of it is what I would call wholesome, with the juvenile delinquents following you and such, but you are making them dream. I am proud of you.”
She tries to stifle a smile and a laugh.
“Focus on my voice over there. Good.” Both the real and the fake Tokyo Zombies sync up. “Now I must ask. Is this really working?”
“Not really. I just can’t focus. I try to clear my mind but that American Tommy is sticking in there like a bad parasite.”
“That is exactly his purpose. His teasing and taunting will get you out of your element and into his.”
“If it gets me into the frame of mind to hurt him badly then I almost welcome it.”
“Anger is a dangerous weapon to wield. It will cut you as deeply as it cuts your enemy. Try to rise above that and meet him as the warrior I know you can be. You will accomplish your objectives faster if you fight with a clear mind and maybe even earn his respect.”
“I don't want his respect. I just want to shut him up.”
“Gaining his admiration as more than an object will make him cease with the perverse thoughts. He will see you as a worthy rival instead and maybe even attempt to follow your path.”
“A broken jaw might do a better job of it, yeah?”
“Do not think like that. Clear the mind. Breathe with me.”
The image of Tokyo Zombie fades out and she sees the smaller one in her tablet. She breathes the brisk air deep and just watches him meditating Her mind is all static. A desperate rumbling of an engine is heard as the shot fades into another one.
Kimitsu Zombie is in a garage trying to kickstart a motorcycle. She wears overalls with the top part tied around her waist. She walks back over to some tools when the bike fails to start and goes to tinker on something at its side. Aokigahara Zombie walks in with some beers.
“What are we doing?”
“Meditating my own way. I got a bike that’s the same as mom had. A Kawasaki triple. Needs some work but I dunno what’s wrong with the fucker. It won’t start.”
“It's an old machine.”
“My mom said it served her well all those years she was in the gang. I know fuggin bikes. It should be working.”
She starts banging on it with a long wrench.
“Are you mixing your drinks again? I told you never to mingle the nations. Russia and Japan may be on good terms but vodka should never go with shochu.”
“None of it is working! I sat out in the snow and tried it his way. Tokyo-sensei told me to try this but it's pissen me off too!"
“He did?”
She stands up and tries to sloppily kickstart the bike again but the engine won't cooperate. She growls.
“I need to get this in check before the match. I need to go in there with a clear mind to show Tommy that I’m above all his shit.”
Aokigahara kicks the bike on the side and it falls over. She glares at him with rage twisting her face into a cruel promise. He rounds on her.
“That's it right there. Forget the way of peace. Nonsense. You aren’t built like that. You get angry and you use it. That is how you fight and that is how you live. Never limit yourself! Especially not your emotions! How we feel is the one pure thing we get as humans and you want to cut yourself off? If you get mad you show it. If Tommy pisses you off, you go for the throat. Love hard and hate hard, Kimitsu!"
He kicks the gas tank of the motorcycle again and she looks at him with astonishment. Then she screams and hits it all over with the wrench. She throws her bottle of vodka at it and tries to start her lighter.
Aokigahara pulls her back some laughing hysterically. She squats down and starts dismantling the bike. He turns his head slightly to acknowledge us.
“Look closely American Tommy. I want you to think about this: If she does this to something she loves, imagine what she would do to something she hates.”
He turns back more to face the camera fully.
“I know you’ll watch this too, Tokyo. Look at her go. She's mine now.”