Post by jjrev609 on May 9, 2006 19:36:58 GMT -5
JPimpin, young ninja extrodenaire, teenager with raging hormones, and one of the most cool and cool-headed people you would ever meet. His name was Justin Bonner, but that's the name his mother gave him, his true name was Saizoru Hatorrii, the great grandson of the great Hanzo Hatorrii. Life in the beginning for him was simple, loving parents, a good home, and lots of friends. When he finally turned five his father started to train him in the art of the ninja. During an exercise Saizoru's father hit him with a shuruken shoulder. Saizoru cried while trying to pull the shuruken out as his father stood and watched him in disappointment.
"You're not supposed to cry, any son of the Hatorrii lineage is not to cry.' Saizoru's father said solemnly. The child's tears then ceased. He stared at his father. That was the moment when he had learned to despise but also respect his father.Saizoru pulled out the shuruken and continued to practice. By the time he was eight his mother and father had gotten into an argument and ended up leaving with his mother to America.
His mother was the typical strong Black woman who had dreams that could support her, and those around her. His father was the solemn Asian but he did sometimes show a side that presented some traces of humanity in him.
Finally in America Saizoru's mather had changed his name to Justin Bonner. Justin beacuse that was what she had wanted to name him and Bonner to carry her last name. (for the rest of this story Saizoru aka JPimpin will now be named Justin for the remainder of the story in case you might get confused.) They had an apartment in New York. It was alright but it had room for improvment. The yaers had been tough. Justin had just what he had before, friends and a good home, but not loving parents. Now 12 Justin was his own man, he cared for himself most of the time since his mother worked a lot, was really popular, but most important of all, he could fight. People at school envied him for his fame, which lead to many fights. By 14 he had joined a local gang in his area, the 29th street B-Boys. Thei name was whack but they were one of the most dangerous street gangs in New York. He can admit that he hadn't done the right things but that's how he gained his nickname, JPimpin. Since he had many girlfriends it kind of fit him. Then tragedy struck him. His mother had been shot when coming home from work. He had rushed to the emergency room to find his mother on her last breath.
'Justin I want you to find your father and live with him.' Justin's mother explained.
'But why should I, I don't want to go back to Japan, I like it better here.' Justin said back to his mother while holding back tears. His mother smiled at him then finally passed on. He cried. It was the only time that he cried since he had that shuruken in his shoulder. He had cried the whole night. The next day His calmness and sincerity had vanished. All he felt was adreniline, rage, hate, and sadness. He had found the fucker who shot his mom. He was from a rival gang. The assassin wasn't alone, but Justin was. He inner ninja had finally come out. All he used was an iron pipe to kill all the gang members. When only the assassin was left he let him go. Walking away the assassin pulled a bitch move and shot Justin in the shoulder, the same shoulder the shuruken was in. Justin turned and grabbed the neck of the soon to die asshole and muttered a couple words.
'Tell those assholes when you get to hell that JPimpin has claimed their souls, your soul, and when I do die all of you are to be my bitches or I'll kill you all again.' Justin said lowly. He then broke his neck and dropped him. With all those bodies around him, he broke down and cried like he did at the hospital. He quickly stopped and wiped his eyes.
'No, no more crying, the only time I will cry is for when Death himself comes to me and claims my soul as his.' Justin grew serious and left. He knew what was left to be done. Go to Japan, make things right with his father, and hopfully die a peaceful death.
"You're not supposed to cry, any son of the Hatorrii lineage is not to cry.' Saizoru's father said solemnly. The child's tears then ceased. He stared at his father. That was the moment when he had learned to despise but also respect his father.Saizoru pulled out the shuruken and continued to practice. By the time he was eight his mother and father had gotten into an argument and ended up leaving with his mother to America.
His mother was the typical strong Black woman who had dreams that could support her, and those around her. His father was the solemn Asian but he did sometimes show a side that presented some traces of humanity in him.
Finally in America Saizoru's mather had changed his name to Justin Bonner. Justin beacuse that was what she had wanted to name him and Bonner to carry her last name. (for the rest of this story Saizoru aka JPimpin will now be named Justin for the remainder of the story in case you might get confused.) They had an apartment in New York. It was alright but it had room for improvment. The yaers had been tough. Justin had just what he had before, friends and a good home, but not loving parents. Now 12 Justin was his own man, he cared for himself most of the time since his mother worked a lot, was really popular, but most important of all, he could fight. People at school envied him for his fame, which lead to many fights. By 14 he had joined a local gang in his area, the 29th street B-Boys. Thei name was whack but they were one of the most dangerous street gangs in New York. He can admit that he hadn't done the right things but that's how he gained his nickname, JPimpin. Since he had many girlfriends it kind of fit him. Then tragedy struck him. His mother had been shot when coming home from work. He had rushed to the emergency room to find his mother on her last breath.
'Justin I want you to find your father and live with him.' Justin's mother explained.
'But why should I, I don't want to go back to Japan, I like it better here.' Justin said back to his mother while holding back tears. His mother smiled at him then finally passed on. He cried. It was the only time that he cried since he had that shuruken in his shoulder. He had cried the whole night. The next day His calmness and sincerity had vanished. All he felt was adreniline, rage, hate, and sadness. He had found the fucker who shot his mom. He was from a rival gang. The assassin wasn't alone, but Justin was. He inner ninja had finally come out. All he used was an iron pipe to kill all the gang members. When only the assassin was left he let him go. Walking away the assassin pulled a bitch move and shot Justin in the shoulder, the same shoulder the shuruken was in. Justin turned and grabbed the neck of the soon to die asshole and muttered a couple words.
'Tell those assholes when you get to hell that JPimpin has claimed their souls, your soul, and when I do die all of you are to be my bitches or I'll kill you all again.' Justin said lowly. He then broke his neck and dropped him. With all those bodies around him, he broke down and cried like he did at the hospital. He quickly stopped and wiped his eyes.
'No, no more crying, the only time I will cry is for when Death himself comes to me and claims my soul as his.' Justin grew serious and left. He knew what was left to be done. Go to Japan, make things right with his father, and hopfully die a peaceful death.
