Cycle 307
The five times Kaizo forgets his birthday, and the one time he doesnât.
i.
Kaizo is sixteen when he first forgets.
Granted, he forgets a lot of things these days, but none of which he actually means to. He's taking his time with the mask, and while the side-effects aren't disabling, they're not exactly productive, either. It's annoying, how the memories he wants buried stay vividly clear, but Imus forbid he remember his own naming day.
So when his grandfather walks in the training room, a whole shift early and wondering why he hasn't started cleaning up, his first response is a very eloquent, "What?"
The general stares at him. "We're going to the plaza."
"...why?"
"It's your naming day," the man says with a slight frown, watching as Kaizo blinks in realization.
"Oh. Right."
"You forgot." It's not a question.
Kaizo hums, looking back at the sentinel he's pinning on the wall. He releases his hold and ends the simulation with a quick command, idly watching the bot sink back to the floor. He can still feel his grandfather watching him, but he honestly doesn't know what to say.
It was his choice to keep the mask, and the consequences were something he just had to live with.
He settles with a simple, "It's a work in progress."
Kaizo meets his grandfather's eyes, lets the other search his face for a few moments, and waits. His mouth quirks upward when he gets a small nod, knowing that the general has seen his resolve. Out of habit, he does a quick salute, before heading off to his room for a quick shower.
Training can wait; for now, he has a celebration to attend.
ii.
There are... things outside his room.
Kaizo is barely back from his latest mission when he spots the colorful mess in the hallway. He was gone for a couple of lunar cycles to patrol the Latsyrk quadrants, having picked up a couple of frequencies that belonged to powerspheres.
He'd managed to collect five of them before deciding to head home, which is how he finds himself in this current situation.
Frowning at the storage blocks scattered at his doorway, Kaizo wonders if someone dropped them, before pushing the thought away. Everyone in the East Wing knows where his room is, if only to avoid it. He's not the... kindest of people, especially after long-term missions. He blames Bora Ra for that one.
Upon closer inspection, he notices one that looks like Maya's. Bronze has always been the mechanic's color, so he picks that one up, half convinced that it's safe. If anything ever happens to him, he can always drop by her shop for an unannounced visit.
He's turning the cube over when he notices the storage date, then everything clicks.
Oh, Kaizo thinks. It was my naming day.
He hadn't really been paying attention to the date recently, but he supposed those close to him still did. Pressing the release button, Kaizo steps back just in time to catch a metallic blue slab, sleek sides tapered off to a handle.
He shifts to hold it properly and watches as it morphs around his arm to form an ion blaster.
Maya really doesn't hold back, Kaizo thinks, smirking at the possibilities for his next mission. The sword may be his preferred medium, but even he wouldn't refuse something with twice the power. He shuts it down before grabbing the other blocks still at his feet, wondering what the others got him as he finally enters his room.
iii
He's still bleeding.
Kaizo pants as he stares at the wound on his side. With a grunt, he lets his head thunk back on the tree behind him and tries to catch his breath, fairly content with being idle for the first time in two cycles. He knows Lahap enough to assume that the lieutenant has kept the data chip safe, so for now, he has only one problem.
He counts to ten before trying again.
"Xek'trs," Kaizo hisses, voice sharp in his mother tongue as he presses his activated sword against his side. It's one of the messier ways to deal with his injuries, but the wound has been bleeding enough to make him worried. He'll have to clean up better once they get out of the system.
It's after the fourth try that he finally manages to cauterize the cut successfully.
Damn Iaku and their traps, he thinks darkly, remembering how their target had worked with bounty hunters. It's not every day that they went to a mission with half the specs they needed, but this one happened to be more of a surprise than the captain was expecting.
Absentmindedly, he thinks how bad of a surprise it was.
He doesn't exactly remember the day.
iv.
There's a missed call, and from a direct line.
Kaizo narrows his eyes at the yellow triangle blinking on the screen. There are three options: either he's been found out, his planet is under attack, or it's a really important tip that he's been waiting for from the few contacts he has.
Whichever it is, he's going to have to call back.
Pulling up a few lines of code, Kaizo sets a frequency. The holographic display lights up a few moments later, and on it is -
"Aeron?"
From the screen, a guy visibly lights up as he signs a greeting. Kaizo offers a quick smile, before asking, "What's with the call?" He watches as the other signs, brows raising with the speed and every cut-off sentence as the man on the other line turns more sheepish.
"A," Kaizo interrupts after the fifth attempt is waved off, "As funny as this is, can you at least tell me if there's a problem?"
Aeron freezes mid-motion, before slowly signing, 'no.'
"Okay." Kaizo blinks. "Why'd you call, then?"
"He wanted to greet you, idiot."
Kaizo can't help the smirk that makes its way on his face at the reply. "Still ratting people out, greaser?" he asks, waving off Aeron's panic at Maya's sudden comment, "Same as always, I see." There's a snort, and Kaizo can practically hear the eyeroll in her reply.
"So are you. You would've forgotten your naming day if A hadn't called."
"Fair enough."
v.
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"Do you... think we could visit home?"
Kaizo looks up to see Fang staring at the ground, hands fiddling with his gloves. It's a little amusing how nervous his brother still gets around him, though it's not surprising, with all that he's done. He's not exactly the best sibling in the world.
Although -
"I don't see why not," he says, tilting his head at how the other seems to perk up at that. "Something important?"
Fang blinks at his question, before looking away and mumbling, "Sort of."
Interesting.
-
If he's going to be honest, the last thing Kaizo expected Fang to be worried about was his naming day celebration.
Their parents had been surprised, to say at least, but so was he when Fang pressed to have the trip in a cycle. Kaizo watches as his brother talks animatedly with their parents, telling them about adventures he had with his friends.
It's... nice, seeing them again.
Though it's not something I can always afford, Kaizo thinks.
He stares at his soup as he takes another sip.
(+ i.)
So, the kids know when his naming day is.
But did they really have to do this? Kaizo thinks, three parts amused as he stares down at the pile of... presents outside his ship's control room. The other fourth of him is feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, but that's mostly ignored for the shocked look on his lieutenant's face.
"Lahap," he says, startling the other to attention, "You start the ship."
The lieutenant makes a face. "Captain?"
"I'll deal with it," he replies, crouching to pick up the a-little-too-bright bundle. Color-coded, he assumes, eyes automatically finding his brother's gift, as well as Boboiboy's. There are three green packages, though, so he assumes that the twins were in this, too.
Really, what is it with people and naming days.
a bunch of important notes (read: headcanons)Â for those who are confused:
- i have this headcanon that kaizoâs grandfather is a general??? idk, it sounded pretty cool, and kaizo had to get his military background from someone
- another headcanon: kaizoâs mask is an incomplete weapon, kind of like a prototype, so sometimes it messes with his brain and makes him forget things
- birthdays are called naming days in their planet (as features in another fic of mine).
- edit because i forgot ajjsjahs: Imus is one of their planetâs three major deitiesÂ
- when heâs not at home, kaizo stays in the garrison. his room is in the east wing.
- Latsyrk quadrants: a bunch of quadrants opposite from the one that has kaizoâs planet.
-Â Xek'trs: made up curse word because i want kaizo and fang to speak alien languages!!! or something, just let them have a mother language, please.
- Iaku: another made up thing, but now an alien race. theyâre known for hunting, hence the traps.
- maya and aeron are my ocs!!! read more about them here.Â
- ps. i know very little about interstellar communication omg, im sorry sdjfhsdak
- the kids would totally give the captain gifts, if they found out about his birthday. theyâd throw him a party, but theyâre not close enough, and most of them can see that kaizo isnât one for huge celebrations.
- gifts the kids probably gave: tea (from boboiboy, and yes, he asked fang to help), a cupcake (from yaya, bUT DONâT WORRY, THE OTHERS HELPED), a pin (from ying, and it definitely says ârebelâ), a glass figurine (itâs kaizoâs sword, gopal didnât know what to give but his friends kept bothering him, give him a break), new gloves (from fang, because kaizo actually goes through them pretty quickly), and alien tech (sai gave him the latest comm link in the market, and shielda gave him a holopad, also the latest in the market)
a/n: i feel very conflicted about this because i feel like i havenât shown my view of kaizo as well as i wished??? but thats because too much of what i have are headcanons and i cant write well enough without making you guys confused??? anyway, this doesnt look like it fits the theme much either, but hear me out: the thing that makes it not-so-happy is that kaizo doesnt really care for his naming day. it - it wouldâve made sense had i published my first entry for kaizo week, but then it would need more explaining and its 1 am and i need to sleep. bUT ANYWAY, i hope u guys at least enjoyed the fic skdjfhjksa
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