YES!
I can even begin to explain.

So if you liked my story "Midori, Are You Ready?" then you know what this is about. I enjoyed writing about Ryohei in that series so much that I felt the extreme desire to write a series purely devoted to him.

He really doesn't get enough love guys.

But this is a drabble series, so I'm not going to able to update it religiously like my other series. I'm shooting for at least once a month. Reviews help the chances of a faster release (wink wink) lol.

Now for some Protocol:
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[I do not own any KHR characters]
I take claim of all concepts written in this series.

Give love to Sora Yuuki Uchilen for being a great beta.

=Comments/Advice are loved=

.Captain.

In the Prefecture of Namimori, there lies a hidden treasure. This hidden treasure isn't big, but this hidden treasure isn't small. This hidden treasure is a man that can only be defined by the word "Extreme." This man is Ryohei Sasagawa. This is his story.

Of course, with any story, you can only start at the beginning. This is exactly where we will start. The year is 2004 and the age of Ryohei is nine. Now what could be so imperative to this young boy's life at this age? Today is a moment worthy of history texts because this was the day he realized his life's motto.

We will start on a corner. There lays a two-story house in the heart of Namimori. Upstairs on the second floor and two doors down on the right sits a boy. With white wisps wandering worldwide and silver eyes fixed on a matching Nintendo DS, Ryohei Sasagawa is pissed. Well, he's too young to cuss (in front of his parents) so we will say he is angry, annoyed, agitated, and overall, unimpressed. This confusing contraption that is supposed to be the toy of 2004 is a piece of junk according to the boy. The real truth is that he just sucks at video games.

Being so frazzled from such a ridiculous contraption, he throws against the wall with mighty power. The DS is looking more like an electronic zombie now; its limbs staying in tact only by the wires strung through its system.

His mother will be pissed.

But Ryohei Sasagawa won't be in trouble for at least a week. This time is calculated by the three days of complaining it will take her to get the boy to slightly consider cleaning his room, the fourth day that he will forget all about his promise to clean, and the fifth day where his dad will bribe him just right. Dad will offer to take him to the Sunday Circuit Bowling Competitions held in the Northeast corner of town. Ryohei is surprisingly good at bowling.

Still, Ryohei will get in trouble and will not even know why—but his mother will know. Dad won't really care because Ryohei does what he does because he's Ryohei. Sasagawa-san, informally known as Ryan Sasagawa, is a cool dude.

Ryohei thinks his dad is a funny guy that sometimes smells weird.

But let's not forget that Ryohei isn't the type to be worried about the particulars of people.

No longer caring or remembering the DS, he tosses some Harry Potter stuff his mother bought. It's not like he knows who that four-eyed, scar-faced loser is. Maybe he's Kyoko's crush. As Ryohei tries to ponder this, he only strains the grey matter in his noggin and gives himself a headache. So he decides to go see what his dad is doing. Maybe dad and I can go to the park and race, thinks that little Sasagawa. Them going to the park and racing is Ryan on a bike and Ryohei not.

Ryan always wins.

Ryohei is sure he will beat him someday.

So Ryohei tromps. He wanders down the hallway of wooden floors. His small feet creak on occasion and his nose snorts on occasion too, though his nose really has no reason to like the complaining floor does. Ryohei is just a snortin' fool. He will stop this habit when his dad finally tells him it isn't cool—in 3 years.

But almost to the stairs, Ryohei finds himself curious. His eyes brush over the first door to the right, which also happens to be the first door on the left if you look at it from the stairway. This enigmatic door is Kyoko's (his little sister's) door. After an unintentionally loud knock, a soft response, and an unnecessary snort is the entrance of Ryohei.

He peeks inside to the room of buttery yellow walls and white furniture. There are pictures of flowers, animals, and stick figures of her family taped to the walls. But his attention isn't focused on the pictures or the furniture, he is curious of his little sister. She is sitting in the center of the room with two girls, playing with 'Bratz dolls.' Apparently these are the hip things right now, if you're a cootie-ridden girl.

The little boy looks at his sister, that is a spitting image of their mother. Unable to discern a proper beginning to this curiosity of his, he immediately yells, "Kyoko-chan, are you dating?"

The girl with honey brown hair and eyes tilts her head. Her two pals start blushing and snap their attention to the girl two years younger than the boy in the doorway. Kyoko then realizes her friends are awestruck by the false information, and she instantly begins to blush.

"Boys have cooties Onii-san."

"Then why is there a picture of a boy with a weird thing on his forehead in my room?"

The two friends, one brunette and one with cranberry colored hair, instantly come to the conclusion Ryohei is gay. Kyoko knows better.

"Oni-san, that's Harry Potter-san."

His eyes sparkle in ferocity and his fist rises. "I knew it. You are dating! I'm going to fight him! And I'm telling Dad!"

The two girls found this to be more interesting than dolls.

"Oni-san, Harry Potter-san is a wizard from that English movie Dad showed us. Remember?"

Ryohei only stares at her weirdly, of course he doesn't remember. Dad's attempts to make Ryohei bilingual are in vain. They are very successful when it comes to Kyoko. Too bad you can't teach kids common sense as well, Ryan.

After ten minutes of reminding Ryohei about Harry Potter, the special wizard of England or whoever he is, the boy is no longer under the impression that Kyoko is dating. But he is under the impression that wizards are real. He's sure that this Harry Potter-san can show him the ways of the wizards. A wizard's life sounds like a passionate one.

Oh, Ryohei…

That little Ryohei Sasagawa is so curious about the life of a wizard that he races out of the room without even the slightest goodbye to his sister. All three girls know this is a common thing of Ryohei. The wood floors creak and complain as the hyper child races down the stairs in his excitement. Being so excited, the boy slips on the last stair. His sock causes his tumble, and his body pays no mind. Ryohei instantly rises and keeps running. Everyone else in the house is unfazed as well.

Ryohei is a snortin' and slippin' fool.

"DAD," yells the white haired boy with untamed hair.

The older, mirror image looks over to him with an unfading grin, glassy eyes, and a pungent stench about him. He holds in his laughter and merely shushes him. Ryohei stops.

"What's wrong dad?"

"Movie time, kid." The man points to the TV in front of them. "Sit with me."

Ryohei, knowing how much his Dad likes watching movies, grins and sits. Ryan watches his son get comfortable next to him, drapes his arms on the top of the couch, switches his crossed legs, and goes back to watching the movie. The curiosity of a wizard's life is instantly forgotten. It must not have really mattered.

Little Sasagawa doesn't have to be insanely smart to see how much movies entertain his father, often times bringing the man to tears and fits of laughter. This often makes Ryohei laugh and chuckle too. The son also knows that it's more common when he smells weird.

Ryohei's dad is a pothead.

Without weed, he's a pretty extreme guy.

Together the two sit on a large leather couch and watch some movie where the actors are only speaking English. Ryohei doesn't understand any of the words that are being said between the two main characters, but he can tell that Ryan finds the Asian guy and the brown guy very amusing.

Every so often, when the humor is appropriate for his son, Ryan will explain to him what is going on. Ryohei usually doesn't get the jokes, but seeing his dad laugh always makes him laugh. Ryan's happy vibes make Ryohei have happy vibes.

As the story progresses on the TV, Ryohei figures out that one guy is named Harold (the Asian) and one is named Kuma (the brown one).

Ryohei's eyebrows wriggle into a more confused expression. "Dad, who would want the name bear?"

"Who's a bear?" Ryan doesn't remember any bears in the movie, only cheetahs and raccoons.

Ryohei points to the brown guy, and Ryan reveals that his name is Kumar. The son says that name is weirder. Ryan laughs.

So the movie keeps playing, Ryan keeps his random fits of chuckles, and Ryohei just watches Harold and Kumar in confusion. Normally, Ryohei leaves after about ten minutes, no longer finding interest in what he doesn't understand, but this time is different: Sasagawa keeps seeing a group of guys appear randomly. He doesn't know who the guys are and he doesn't even know what they're about, but he knows that those guys are very passionate about it.

Ryohei points to the screen. "I like those guys."

"The guys with the big truck?"

"Yeah." The son nods excitedly. "They are very passionate about something."

Ryan leans into his son. "You could say they're extreme."

Ryohei cocks his head to one side. "Extreme?"

The world may never understand why, but something about Ryohei saying extreme in such a way brings Ryan to tears. It was ridiculous, it was hilarious, it was…

Ryan has a moment of extreme goofiness, throwing his fists up valiantly and shaking his head passionately as he bellows, "TO THE EXTREME!"

There is pause.

The action of his father, which was a reaction to his action, sparks something. Ryohei's eyes are afire, alive, and aware. It is this moment that he realizes that life must be lived to the extreme, or it is not worth living.

The boy stands and yells at the top of his lungs. "HARRY POTTER-SAN IS STUPID BECAUSE WIZARDS AREN'T EXTREME!"

Ryan can only stare with a blank expression as his son yells something else about races, video games, and dolls before running out the door. Then the silver-eyed man begins to laugh wildly.

An older version of Kyoko enters the room. "What was that about?"

"I have no idea Kanna, but that son of ours is something extreme."