A/N:: Wolfish Oro owns only one of these wonderful products! Guess which one it is!... This is the result of staying up late to look at RK fanart and read fanfictions, then going to math class with songs stuck in this one's head. Boy, this one's muse needs to be shot. This one isn't even sure it's her muse doing this... Is anyone missing their muse?
The ad was finished. It had been carefully designed, bright (blaring, actually) and visually enticing in that one HAD to look at it, it read:
NEW Products from DOJO Enterprise!!! Including:
iFox: Because someone always needs a doctor coughiSanocough cough
iSano: Because that's the best his grammar gets... iWolf! Get away from that keyboard!
iWolf: Because the Kenshingumi couldn't find iNishi- Aku Soku Zan, you dare say I have one purpose, ahou?
iHiko: Because the sake can't drink itself, and because iOro can't wear that cape...
iOshi: Because someone's gotta keep iWeasel occupied
iWeasel: Because she's too hyper for us, and iOshi is meditating.
iNishi: Because someone has to start Jinchuu...
iShio: Because the world is begging to be conquered by an evil maniac!
iTenken: Because every evil maniac needs a sidekick, and the sakbato needs to retire.
iTomoe: Because someone must provide iOro angst, he just couldn't manage it on his own, and 'cause iOro looks like a girl without his scars...
iBattousai: Because Meiji must happen.
iYahiko: Because iTanuki needs a practice dummy, and the dojo needs a student.
iTanuki: Because someone has to run the dojo, mangle the food/iYahiko/iSano, and love/support everyone's favorite iOro!
iOro: Because Meiji needs to be protected, iTanuki needs to be loved, and the laundry needs to be done, before iOro starts dinner...
COMING SOON from DOJO Enterprise with Wolfish Oro Inc.:
iSigh: Because this is the stupidest thing this one has written since that poem in second grade...
The paper flew off as a particularly strong gust of wind ripped it from his hands. Kenji yelped and ran after the paper.
"Get back here, you stupid paper! I have to hand you in to get a passing grade in Creative Writing! Hey!"
Kaoru watched her teenaged son and had to work hard to hide her grin as Kenji looked her way. She waved goodbye and watched as Kenji, paper tucked securely in his backpack, jumped on to the bus and sped off to school.