Woe to all who enter!
By: OMFG-Roach
A/N: Heeeeeeelllloooo readers! I've currently ABANDONED all of my other projects (do NOT ASK WHY), so here is my latest (and hopefully updateable-whenever-I-can) fanfic! ENJOY!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own 'Samurai Girl: Real Bout High School'. If I did…Ryoko would be mother to Shizuma's child!
CHAPTER ONE:
KLICK! KLICK! KLACK!
KLACK! KLACK! KLICK!
"Mmph hah, mmph hah…"
"MEN!"
KLONK!
Ryoko was at her top form. Her sparring partner had no chance of winning this one.
No. Chance.
But then-
"URF! HUHN!"
Ryoko was on the floor. As in she was blacked-out, lying on the kendo hall's floor.
She was breathing, but it was labored, coming out in frantic huffs.
"Ryoko!" She needed help. NOW.
Little did her partner know this was normal for her to do this.
After all, her boyfriend (who was the 'Greatest Fighter in Daimon', in other words, Shizuma Kusanagi) told her not to do kendo anymore.
Why so, you ask?
Ryoko was pregnant.
With whose child?
Shizuma's, of course.
How did she get pregnant?
It all began with a party.
What party, you ask?
Her seventeenth birthday party.
What happened then?
Allow me to explain…
"Hitomi, I do NOT think that my aunt should be excluded!" Ryoko objected, "It's my party!"
"So?" was her friends answer, "Why not? The less she knows, the better, if you ask me."
"How DARE you say that!"
"It's true. Besides, we have to make sure she's not around."
"W-w-what makes you even THINK of THAT…thing!"
"Does she have to know?"
"YES!"
"Then I say be wild. Let loose. Don't tell her."
"B-but-"
"Tut tut, Little Miss Angry Pants, we're supposed to have fun, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Then let's have fun!"
And so, to make a long story short, Ryoko had her party (sans her aunt, of course (which was against her will)), and you know what happened next.
Now, how long was Ryoko pregnant?
Right now, 8 months, 10 days, 16 hours, 35 minutes, and 12 seconds pregnant.
You get the picture, right?
Of course, there WAS the matter of how much money Shizuma could make to support her and the child…
But one should NEVER question them about it.
It's suicide, basically.
TRUST ME.
A/N: Good? Bad? Ugly? I NEED REVIEWS!