A/N: My second story. Kind of taking it in a different direction here, but I think it will turn out good.
I do not own any copyright to the 3 Ninjas. This story is going to be more Colt-centric. One OC.
It was a beautiful sunny day in the city of Sacramento Californa, not a cloud in the sky. Jeffrey Douglas was sitting outside a coffee shop on the campus of Rancova College waiting for his brother to show up. While he waited he was reading a book on samauri warriors. The sun shone brightly on his sunglasses, and made it hard for him to concentrate. "Hey Colt," a voice sounded nearby.
Jeffrey lifted his eyes from his book to see his brother, Michael, standing in front of him. "Hey Tum Tum," he replied. Jeffrey smiled at the remembrance of their ninja names that their grandfather had given them when they were really little, still training in the martial arts. He had given Jeffrey the name Colt because he was very fast, and Michael was named Tum Tum because of his voracious appetite. Samuel, their oldest brother, was named Rocky because he said he was very solid, but Colt used to joke that it was because he had a thick skull.
Tum Tum pulled up a chair and sat down. "Did you eat yet?" Colt asked his brother.
"Course, you know me. I always just ate," his brother grinned while bushing his hands through his dark black hair.
Colt laughed and set his book on the table, "Did you pick out your courses yet?" Tum Tum had just arrived on the campus for his freshman year of college. Rocky had been accepted to Rancova College a couple years back, it was his senior year this year. Colt meanwhile also decided to follow his brother; he was on his junior year going for a degree in history.
"No, the lady at the registration office said that I spilled part of my jelly doughnut on her files so she told me to come back when I'm done eating. The tough thing is that I'm never done eating!"
Colt chuckled again. "Yeah, maybe just wait to go back when someone else is manning the desk? Rocky said that when he was a freshman he just went to registration on Sunday and the place is usually not packed," he added.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Tum Tum responded, then his face changed slightly as he looked down at his toes. "Have you called grandpa lately?"
Colt pursed his lips and turned away, trying to mask his anger. Their grandfather was a bit of a touchy subject between the brothers – the Douglas family had placed him in an assisted living facility earlier last year, and Colt had not agreed. Whereas the old man's body was in prime shape, they noticed his mind was starting to slip. When their grandpa was starting to forget where he placed his glasses every day and was telling the same stories over again, Rocky ultimately made the decision and Tum Tum had sided with him as well. Colt thought he would never forgive his brothers for doing it, and it still hurt him to think of his grandfather and teacher in a place where he had no privacy or freedom.
"No. I haven't, why?"
"Didn't you hear? He put two of the dorky home staff members into the ER last week again!"
Colt's eyes got wide and he ripped his sunglasses off. "Again? See I told you guys this was never a good idea. You know grandpa hates it there," he objected, while nervously scratching his head through his long, brown hair.
"I know, Colt. Trust me - it wasn't an easy decision. In the end I trust Rocky is making the best decision for grandpa that he believes is right. He's never steered us wrong before, man," Tum Tum explained while picking at his fingers. This was something that obviously bothered the youngest of the brothers but only wished they all got along.
"Rocky doesn't know what grandpa needs. He's independent. I can't stand the thought of him rotting in that place with all those old people."
"Colt, grandpa is one of those old people."
"You're right, but he's not at all like those other people."
"Course, dude. Most other people would never attempt to injure a worker using saltine crackers as throwing stars. Most other people would never dream of dislocating a man's shoulder for trying to limit their time playing bingo. And I don't want to live in a world where most other people would think of packing themselves in a box and mailing themselves out to escape an old folk's home!"
Colt beamed at the nostalgia of his grandfather's tenacity. "You're right. Let's forget it. Are we still meeting up with Rocky?"
"Yeah, wanna blow this joint?"
"Totally."
The two brothers then got up and started their walk from the campus to the apartment on the south end of town where their older brother was living.