Flash Fiction: Samurai Temper Tantrum

Ryan Lewis is trying to patrol the city for danger, but his armor, Kazan, is upset about something, and the armor won't let Ryan move until he figures out what went wrong.

Happy Friday, friends!

I had fully intended to post like I regularly do on Wednesday, and the week got away from me. Maybe one of these days I can fill you in on all that has been happening in life. But until then, I thought maybe we would celebrate the arrival of February with a never-before-seen flash fiction story!

I wrote this ages back for Havok, but it didn’t get picked up. And I forgot about it until just recently, so I thought maybe you Reishosan fans might enjoy it!

Of course, it’s for the one Reishosan that I don’t have character art for yet. So enjoy a generic stock photo of actual samurai armor while you imagine what my super-awesome imaginary samurai armor actually looks like!

Enjoy!

When you’re wearing a super-powered, semi-sentient, fire-wielding samurai armor, it’s unwise to piss it off. The only problem was, Ryan had no idea what he’d done.

“Kazan, buddy, what now?” Ryan stopped on the roof of the downtown parking garage, his red metallic boots clanking on the surface.

The armor pulsed around him, a single pounding burst of heat and power that shook his insides like a bass drum.

It was new, this whole “talking to your armor like it’s a person” thing. The idea that Kazan experienced feelings still didn’t make sense to him, but—hey, the armor kept talking back.

Sometimes.

Other times, like now, it pretended that Ryan wasn’t even there and just simmered vengefully in passive aggressive silence.

“That doesn’t help me, pal.”