Chapter 1

Laundry Day.

'Jack', a man who was always moving, always searching and always yearning. Yearning to defeat, restore and reclaim the future for all beings. He had traveled through many times and alternate worlds. All to go back to his time, his home. A month ago he had arrived to a new country called America. He came to a small town. The year was around 1997, Jack had hopped year to year, century to was closer to his time but not close enough. He had learned many things from hisventures. Rockets ,robots ,fighting and more. But one of the most useful tasks he learned to do was use a washing machine. It may seem weird but it really beat having to wash clothing by hand. Jack was making his way to laundry mat, he always got weird looks while he was out. After all, not only were his clothes foreign to this country, but also out finally got to the laundry mat. It was empty as usual on a early Wednesday afternoon. Since he was the only one there and the owner was always in the back he took of his robe and and threw it in with $1 of quarters.

Jack placed his other robes on top. The bell on the door rang, he turned to see a young man about his age in a blue spotted robe with fluffy bunny slippers and sunglasses. Jack felt the urge to laugh but quickly repressed it out of courtesy. A few minutes passed and Jack could swear the man was looking at him, was it because of his fundoshi? Probably, they were not really worn in the US so it could be the first time the man ever saw them. He turned around and just as he did the man in blue turned back to the machine. After what seemed like ages their gaze met. In unison they asked "... Laundry day?" They both laughed. "You seem to like black shirts, quite a lot." Jack playfully commented. The man raised his eyebrow and then smiled "And it looks like you like it in pink."

Pink? Jack's robe was not pink. He looked down and saw a pink robe. He drew back in shock. "I'm just saying." the blonde said defensively. Suddenly a young girl zoomed in. "Oops." Quickly, almost flying to the machine he was using and picked up a small pink dress from inside. "Sorry about that." She said holding the dress apologetically. "No." Jack replied, "It is my fault for not checking if it was in use, I'm sorry." He bowed his head slightly. " That's alright, next time I'll check twice before leaving." And as quickly as she came in, she left.

Jack sighed, he could not get as many robes as he needed. So it was always a little troublesome when they got ripped let alone dyed pink. Suddenly the man in the blue robe commented. "That's why I don't wear white, not only does it get stained, it cramps my style." flexing his muscles. Jack let a half smile escape feeling a little better from the man's amusing attitude. "The name's Johnny, Johnny Bravo." He introduced himself with his hand out " Put it there." Jack firmly took it and shook. " Nice to meet you Mister Bravo, my name is Jack." "Jack huh, no need to be all polite and stuff, after all I'm less then decent let alone all fancy- shmancy." " Well my load's done, gotta get going, the sooner I get out of this the ya." Johnny quickly put his clothes in the bag and put up finger guns. As he left Jack thought what a strangely amusing man. The machine came to a stop. Jack could not help but smile. He wondered if he would see him around again, and next time in actual clothes.