Master to Minion

~Megmand/Kung Fu Panda (c) DreamWorks~


That one word described it all.

It was all the crane felt, coursing throughout his chest and spreading through the entirety of his body. Everything had been fine, the day beginning as typical as the one before, awaking at dawn, training until lunch, more training, then dinner before finally retiring to their individual bedrooms to rest. But this hadn't been an ordinary day by far.

The village had been raided, though after the defeat of Tai Lung and Lord Shen, everyone had believed the Valley of Peace (which never seemed to live up to its namesake) to be safe, no thugs nor low-lives daring to even come near, but they'd been wrong. An entire gang had come, destroying several buildings and causing round-about havoc, robbing and pillaging everything in sight. The Furious Five plus Po had quickly come to the villagers' aid, but the band of criminals proved to be better fighters than anticipated.

They had also targeted innocents.

Civilians that had no way of protecting themselves were used as 'human' shields, the warriors finding it extremely difficult to find a way around the hostages.

Crane had been facing off against a rather large and ugly ox, and using his bow, had launched barrages of arrows towards the swift master, who in turn dodged most of them, only one grazing his wing but not injured enough to render him incapable of flight. Throughout the battle, Crane had immersed himself in defeating his opponent, tuning out the rest of the world in the process. Though it had come at a cost.

A young rabbit, not even five years old, had crept up behind Crane while he fought, being the extremely curious child he naturally was at that age, and had wanted to be closer to the action, not even bothering to take his own safety into account.

And so, the ox—stupid as he was— knew an opportunity when he saw one, and taking his eyes off of Crane, trained his bow past the master. Time seemed to slow down as Crane turned, seeing who the arrow was now aimed towards.

As the ox released the arrow, it seemed to streak through the air, the world in slow motion, and Crane flapped his wings as rapidly as possible, the injury in his arm immediately searing in pain as he did so, but he pressed on nonetheless, literally throwing himself in front of the bunny, and into the path of the incoming arrow.

While Crane normally could have easily batted away said arrow, this wasn't a normal situation. He hadn't been expecting it— it was unwarranted, and the crane hadn't even begun to anticipate it.

And so, in his haste to protect the bunny, he failed to take in the variables that showed where the arrow would strike. And where it did, were his ribs.

The pain was immediate and indescribable, so quick that it left him breathless as he collapsed onto the dirt. The shock wore off as soon as it had arrived, pain replacing the ache it had begun with. But through the haze of pain, Crane spotted the ox looming over the young bunny, another arrow pointed towards the sobbing hare. And so, mustering all the remaining strength he had, Crane stood, nearly collapsing from the sudden, intense pain, and reached into his belt where he kept the one item he never thought he'd have to use. A sai.

Swiftly pulling out the deadly weapon, the crane hurled it was precision accuracy towards the ox, though his legs gave out before he could see where it would land, he knew that the hit had been straight and true.

As he lay on the ground, his blood beginning to pool around him, Crane heard the sound of the ox falling to the ground with an audible thud, the bunny giving a surprised cry. However, he didn't expect the rabbit to come over to him, and after looking over his wounds for a moment, began calling out to the other masters.

Crane was surprised, to put it mildly. He knew the villagers well enough to know that most of them would run screaming once they were freed of their tormenters, not bothering to check and see if their rescuers were alright. But this young bunny didn't seem to care then he'd nearly been killed twice, instead all his concern was centered on the dying master.

It seemed like hours later, but had most likely only been a few seconds, before he recognized the faces of his friends around him. They began to yell frantically, asking him if he could still see, to stay with them. But his friends knew.

Even the bunny knew that the master's time was up. And throughout the hectic moment, the rabbit remained, his bright and unearthly green eyes never leaving his own golden ones.

And that was when the pain returned at full force, having been held at bay by the crane's training to ignore the aforementioned pain, but now it was unstoppable. It was all the crane felt, coursing throughout his chest, and spreading through the entirety of his body.


That one word described it all.

And it was then that his friends began to disappear. Their faces at first became blurred, and then began to fade, one by one. First Monkey, his pale blue eyes wide in horror, then Mantis, red eyes just large as the langur's. Tigress followed, her expression showing an amount of sadness he'd never seen before adorning her features. Po was next, and his emerald eyes seemed to be trying deftly to hold back tears, his mouth moving, and yet Crane heard no sound.

Then it was Viper, tears falling freely down her face. Always the more emotion-savvy, the snake was the one to express herself the most, but at the moment Crane wanted nothing than to stop her tears and show her that he was fine.

But he clearly wasn't, and her face soon disappeared as well. All that remained was the bunny, his unearthly eyes wide in sorrow. And before he faded to blackness as well, Crane saw his mouth move, and was able to read his lips. 'I'm sorry'.

With that, everything went black, though Crane still felt the pain. Or at least he did for a while. Years could have passed; it might have even been centuries, seeing as how the avian had no definite sense of time. Only the pain that ebbed and flowed, like the tide. At times it increased ten-fold, and he knew that it would only occur when his friends tried to bring him back, to revive him. But Crane knew that there was no going back. And eventually his friends found out at well, for the surges of pain stopped. In fact, the pain soon stopped altogether.

Before Crane could even begin to ponder this confusing change, a sudden and blinding light appeared, seemingly miles away. He squinted, or at least he thought he did, since the master had no real definition of a body now, when he noticed that the light seemed to be growing closer. And it was, the blinding glow soon encompassing his entire being, and he closed his squinted once more at the intense brightness.

When Crane opened his eyes again, he had to blink several times to get used to the sudden absence of the intense light, his senses slowly returning to him. The first thing that came back was sound, and he could hear it blaring around him, people shouting what sounded like warnings back and forth, an alarm going off loudly in the background as well.

And soon the blurry images he saw began to turn into actual objects and living things. As his wits came back, he realized that he was …underwater, and in some sort of circular orb. He was also held in someone's arms, and he noted that the hands were hairless and blue. Before the madness of this could sink in, he turned his head, still somewhat blearily, and spotted a woman running next to him, her skin the same color as that of the person holding him, her bald head larger than he would have thought possible for someone with such a thin and lithe body.

Crane, if he could still call himself that, glanced up to see the person clutching him was a man of the same race as the woman, with a black beard and brown—almost orange—eyes, clutching the orb the master was in with all his might. The woman also seemed to be holding something, but Crane was bouncing up and down too much to see exactly what.

They soon reached a metal pod of some sort, and the woman placed what she had been carrying inside it, holding back tears as she did so. The man then began to put Crane into it as well, and his intense confusion was immediately pushed away at the sight of what was inside the pod.

A small baby, blue like his mother and father, looked up at him with bright and unearthly green eyes. Extremely familiar eyes.

And so, the blue man placed Crane into the pod alongside the baby, saying the first words that the master could fully understand, "and this is your Minion,"

Minion. So that was his new name. He was no longer Crane, one of the best martial arts masters in all of China, a member of the unforgettable and powerful Furious Five. He was Minion—now a fish— along with being the caretaker of this strange, new blue child. With this development, he immediately pushed away all thoughts pertaining to Kung Fu, to his friends, his master; everything was forgotten at that exact moment. He had gone from master to minion, and for some reason, he couldn't have felt happier.

Sorry, the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone. I thought of this and it was a spur-of the-moment decision, and I finished writing it in less than an hour. I noticed that Minion and Crane were both one and the same, the two of them voiced by David Cross, and they also have the same eye color. And so, this was born! Tell me what you think, and I'm pretty sure you know who the blue baby is ;)