Aka, AK

Story I got bored and wrote. Enjoy!

Aka, AK.







Dean Caesar, a strong man, about 5’7 staggered into the room. His brown hair fell over his head as he collapsed on the hospital bed. As a special division of the military, he knew he had it coming sooner or later. Soon, the doctor came over and held chloroform to his face so he could remove the many bullets.

​“Bullets next to his heart, his thigh, and his right arm.” Exclaimed the doctor, “It’s a miracle this man is alive!” The rate on the cardiogram was now steady, and Caesar rested peacefully.
​When he woke the next morning, Caesar was eager to leave.
​“Sir,” said the doctor. “You aren’t required to go back on the battlefield. The military gave you permission to leave, and besides, you’re-”
​“Oh I know,” chittered the lieutenant. “I’m anxious to see my son. He should be about fourteen now. I haven’t seen him since he was seven.” Caesar started packing the things that had been brought while he was sleeping, emanating anxiousness.
​“B-but sir, we haven’t confirmed your health yet. Things could go either way,” warned the doctor, looking nervously at the monitors. Caesar promptly ripped off the adhesive pads that measure his heart rate, and started walking out the door.
​“Adieu, adieu, goodbye, farewell, sayonara, hasta la vista, I’m not staying here another second.”
​He walked to the nearest town, hailed a cab, headed for the airport, and began his journey back home to Los Angeles, California.
​“The patient is on the move,” spoke the doctor into a communicator.” Begin procedure.”


​Akmund, aka AK, hurried down the hall. Shy as he was he was even more anxious to get home. His dad had call earlier that morning, saying he would be there at about 4:00, PM. Black hair waved in front of his face, as long as his dad’s. He wasn’t the tallest person, around 4’9. But he wasn’t weak. His dad made sure that he could fight, teaching him karate, kendo, boxing, even gymnastics. He didn’t like to show off, for fear people would laugh at him. But he certainly never got beat up.
​In his hurry, he accidently bumped into someone, sending them both sprawling.
​“S-s-sorry,” he stammered out. “I….um..”
​He looked up to see a beautiful girl in front of him, getting up. Light brown hair like his father’s, blue eyes, he started staring. “Sorry,” he said again sheepishly, “I was in a hurry, and wasn’t watching where I was going and-“ He cut himself off, realizing he was babbling. “Here,” he said, helping her up. He quickly gathered up her books, then his, and gave her her books back. “Sorry.” He repeated. “I’ll just be on my way.” She smiled a dazzling white smile at him and said,
​“No problem. See you around?” He smiled back, suddenly suspicious.
​“Yeah,” he replied. “ See ya.” He would investigate her, but his dad was coming! AK jumped out the window, rolling at the bottom, and kept running.


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​AK burst in the door, and his dad burst out of the closet, lifting him into the air. They both shouted for they finally met in seven years, the laughed, then that turned to crying. As they lay on the ground, Caesar panted,
​“You’re certainly not that sniveling kid I saw seven years ago.” He paused, and then continued. “Just an older version of him.” After recovering from laughter, he answered back.
​“You aren’t the same dad,” he answered back. “Just an older, grayer version.”
​“So,” Dean asked, getting up, then offering a hand to AK. “You taken yet? Find someone?”
​“Dad! No one says that! It’s just plain weird.” Lena, a 17-year-old girl, dark brown hair, and tan. Aka AK’s sister, approached, running full on into her dad’s arms. “Oooohhh, I missed you! Don’t you ever leave again!” She stared at him intensely, and then buried herself in his arms. A small, petite lady peeked out the door. Mrs. Caesar was past her prime, but not yet in her decline. Calmly she spoke.
​“You know, you should listen to your daughter.” Then walked forward, and hugged her husband tight, squeezing with such a force that he gasped for breath afterwards. What a nice reunion, AK thought.






Later that day, AK challenged his dad to a wrestling match, saying,
​“Winner gets bragging rights.” His dad just laughed it off, saying that he might as well have them, but they went out on the lawn just in case.
​Lena was the judge, and you had to tap out to give up. They squared off, knees bent, both on their guard, brows knitted in to a frown. They truly were father and son. AK lunged forward, only to hit the ground hard. He saw his dad coming to pin him, so he rolled out of the way, and jumped on his dad’s back. His dad rolled over, pinning AK underneath him. AK moved his legs so he could escape, and then lifted his dad’s back up, scrambling away. He and his dad got up, but suddenly his dad fell to the ground, a poisonous dart protruding from his neck.



​AK rode silently in the back of the ambulance, keeping his eye on his father, who was now ghostly pale. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were wide open and bloodshot. His mother was following in the car behind them, along with Lena. How could things go so wrong? He thought. Suddenly his dad started convulsing violently, and began to cough more blood.
​“Speed up! Faster!” he screeched at the driver, “It’s getting worse!”

​AK stayed by his dad the night, and the doctors came to remove him, but he would not leave. He looked for even the tiniest sign of improvement, but his dad’s condition worsened. Sometime around 3 am, he drifted off to sleep.
​“AK. AK. Akmund!”
​“Wha- what?” AK asked groggily. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, then, seeing it wasn’t a dream, jerked awake. “Dad! You’re ok!” he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement, but his dad stopped him, holding up his hand.
​“Not better, almost gone. Take this,” his dad rasped, handing him a scrap of paper. “Someone will meet with you tomorrow, listen to everything she says, and do it. Tell you’re mom and sister I love them. Also, AK?”
​“Yeah Dad?” he perked up, hoping his dad was improving in the slightest.
​“Sorry I couldn’t be a better dad.” His dad then lost consciousness, drifting in dreams. Doctors rushed in to care for him, to bring him back, to recover which was lost. A backdrop now, AK stared there with a sorrowful look, straining, praying his dad would wake up. Or he would, maybe it was just a dream. Maybe. Just maybe.
​But it wasn’t.


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​“So that’s it huh? That old geezer just lost his luck. Sucks for him. Sucks for you, mostly. You now inherit his job!” A light-brown haired girl clasped her hands behind her desk and laughed. “By the way, I’m Kara.” Seeing it was that girl from school, AK could do nothing but stare. What were the odds that out of about six billion people on earth, she was the contact?
​“AK,” he managed to reply. He really was confused. “ What exactly did my dad do for a living?” He squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. Something had moved inside it. They were in an old warehouse. Not abandoned, just underused. The desk Kara sat at was little more than a piece of wood propped up on two boxes.
​“You mean besides pampering you? You’ve been living a life of comfort, I’ll tell you that.” AK tensed. This girl had no idea.
​“You’re going to tell me,” AK got up, cracking his knuckles. “Or I’m going to make you! I will go as low as to hit a girl. Kara jumped. Flipping into the air, she landed on a high stack of crates. Holding her hands up in a defensive fighting position, she mused, ”You’ve got spine, I’ll give you that. But you won’t even be able to hit me.”
AK lost it.
​“I’ll make you eat those words!” he roared, and charged. Kara dove at him too. AK took her head on, as Kara was going to punch him. He sidestepped just before contact, and whipped her around, and let go. She flew about ten yards away with a mighty thud.
​“I don’t have to hit you,” AK started running at maybe the top speed of a bicycle. A good one, grant that. “Because you’re just not worth my time.” He ran straight past Kara, and ricocheted of the wall behind her, sliding beneath her, tripping her.
​Kara strained to get up, and opened her eyes to see AK walking away.
​“Come and get me when you’re ready to tell me something worthwhile,” he said. “Because you have no idea what I’ve been through.” He stopped, as if waiting for a reply, and then resumed walking.
​“Hey!” Kara shouted. “Hey!”
AK didn’t look back.



​AK passed Kara in the hallway at school the next day; she looked like she was about to say something from her sudden pause, and then kept walking. AK made no acknowledgment that he saw her, but kept walking, clutching a note in his hand. He met up with his friend Jakolendirich, or Jak, for short. Jak was all looks, with blonde hair that hung over his face, and he wasn’t fat either. Meanwhile, AK was barely five foot three, with super long black hair, and tan skin. AK still had trouble believing Jak was his friend.
​“Dude! Aren’t you even going to talk to her?” Jak made obscene hand gestures as if to emphasize his point.
​“I won’t be doing that anytime soon.” AK tensed, and continued. “That whole innocent girly thing is an act.” Jak didn’t look as surprised as he thought he would be. “She’s a jerk, and we’ll leave it at that”
​“Whaddya mean? She’s like an angel!” Henry dreamily looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly the bell rung.
​“Uh oh! AK, what class are you going to?” Henry looked very alarmed, to the point of freaking out.
​“Umm, chemistry. Why?” Jak started dragging him in the direction to the classroom.
​“Because it starts NOW!”

​After a long and tortuous chemistry class, where AK accidentally melted a table, and Jak accidentally blew the teacher into the wall, they hurried to algebra. In between breaths, Jak implied,
​“Are…you………….going………..to………go………after…Kara?” AK, not having even broken a sweat yet, was breathing normally, so he was fine.
​“Go ahead, she’s all yours.” Jak did a silent fist pump in the air, and ended up tripping, tripping AK. Before he hit the ground, AK pushed himself off the ground, and rolled backwards, jumped into the air, and landed perfectly.
​AK was late to class, ending up taking Jak to the infirmary, and was excused. The rest of class was boring, and he got passed a note at least twenty times asking where Jak was. After the first ten, he crumpled them up and threw them back at the sender, which was returned with a glare. One note he got was interesting, and not about Jak. It read,
​Hey, ready to talk, meet me after school.
​K.
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​After class, Jak came out of the infirmary, and seeing that Kara was going by, jogged over to talk to her.
​“See you after school AK,” he said, not bothering for an answer. As he walked by to his next class, he couldn’t help but overhear.
​“-So I’m sorry I can’t go out with you tonight, I’m meeting someone by the football field.” AK never got any clues as to where they would be meeting after school, so he assumed that they would meet there. He would just have to wait and see.
​AK was dismissed from class, picked up his backpack, and scrambled to the football field. He climbed up one of the goal posts, and waited at the very top, so if someone were to look directly at him, they would get sun in their eyes. He looked down to see Kara there, waiting in the center of the field. A boy in a dark hoodie came on to the field. AK was too high up to see his face, but he had planted a listening device in the grass. He now hooked an earpiece up to it.
​“Look, the boy, AK, will come here in a moment. Then he will tell us all his dad ever told him, and the item will be ours. Just think. A weapon powerful enough to wipe out an entire city.” They turned to look up at a slight whistling, and then both dove out of the way as AK crashed down right where they had just been, leaving a solid dent in the ground where he landed. Kara and the boy each took up fighting positions, but AK remained motionless.
​“My dad trusted you? You actually thought I would believe you? We’re both fools. Because the one thing I will tell you about him was that he didn’t trust you.” AK took up his fighting stance, and Jak came and tackled him.

​“Liar! You said you weren’t going after Kara!” Jak started to punch AK, but AK just pushed him off and resumed his fighting stance.
​“I’ll explain later. Just fight!” Jak, trusting AK, took fighting stance. When he saw how ripped the boy in the grey hoodie was, he turned back to Kara. Jak could fight, just not as well. The boy in the hoodie had his hood covering his face, so it was hard to make his face out. AK heard Kara charge Jak, and looked at him for a split second. But that second was enough for the hooded one to knee him in the stomach, and throw him ten yards. Jak was faring well enough, and had actually landed a blow on Kara, just not very hard. He apologized afterward, and got a kick in the face.
​“Sorry AK, you were right! She is one wicked chick!” He battled on, more strongly now.
​Meanwhile AK said nothing, but instead turned to face his opponent. He charged right there, and punched him. The boy caught it, and twisted it around. AK grimaced from the pain. But then he jumped off the ground, spinning in the air so the boy’s arm was twisted now. AK put him in a headlock, holding him until the boy went limp. But as soon as he let go, the boy exploded towards him, tripping him first, then punching him in the gut. AK gasped for breath, and the boy readied to kick his face. AK saw him coming of course. He rolled out of the way, and grabbed the boy’s leg, and with one yank, pulled him to the ground. AK instantly got on top of him and started bashing his face in. The hood came off, revealing an unexpected face.​
​Jak floored Kara, picked her up by the legs, and threw her, but she flipped in the air, landing on her feet.
​“C’mon! Why can’t you just take a hit!” Jack was flustered. So he started running toward the gym. Kara chased him there, saying into her watch,
​“Simon, we can’t leave any witnesses.” She was about to say more, but then Jak hit her in the face with a baseball bat.
​“HA!” he cheered, “Payback for my face!”









​posting it changed it some