Well, this is something I wrote a while ago, possible a 2 years ago. I just joined FanFiction.Net recently and this is the first story I've uploaded. Enjoy the show, and if I get any interest from review I post the second chapter!
Read and review, or else I'll starve Kento for a week and then send him to YOUR house! Kento – "You wouldn't starve me!" Abri – "You're right…" Kento – "Ha!" Abri – "…I'm too afraid you might go mad and eat me… ~*~" *runs, no no, strategically retreats as Kento starts transforming*
It was a quiet evening at Mia's house. At least it was for about two seconds. Which is probably a new record for her house. "Kento!!!!!!!" hollered Cye. "Put me down right now or I'll…Oof!" Rowen was sitting on the couch watching TV, but now something much more entertaining was stumbling around the corner. He stared inquisitively as Kento came running around the corner with Cye over one shoulder.
Cye was yelling as many threats as he could think of, but Kento repeatedly jumped through the air, coming down as hard as he could, so Cye's threats always ended in an 'oof' as he banged into Kento's shoulder. Finally Kento, running like a line backer, came to a halt in front of the refrigerator. Cye fell/stumbled off of Kento and glared up at his friend. Kento just smiled his big, pleading smile and looked at Cye with puppy dog eyes.
"I said no Kento! And no, means no!" Cye folded his arms and turned his back to Kento on the final word. "What's going on?" Rowen asked, now thoroughly interested. Since Cye made no effort to answer, Kento said, "Fine! Be that way!" and turned to Rowen, "I'm dying, Rowen. I need someone to help me find food to save me from death by… of no food." Kento did his best to sound dramatic but not remembering the word starvation took him down by a few points.
"Hmmm," considered Rowen, "What do you want to eat? Or more appropriately, what don't you want to eat?" Kento jumped up and down like a little kid. "I want some of those really tasty things we had at the beach last week. Remember? They were light brown and had meat inside." "You mean the taquitos? Yeah, they were good. And you just heat them, right? I can make some for the both of us," Rowen said getting up. Cye, who had taken the moment to sneak toward the back door, whirled around and threw himself in front of the oven defensively.
"No! Please Rowen, have mercy! Take an arm, take a leg, take Kento, just PLEASE leave me my stove!" Cye continued to clutch the stove, while Rowen thought this over. "Am I to understand you don't like my cooking?" Rowen stared at them both, waiting for a response. "Ummmmmm…" Kento took the best answer; Cye began stroking the stove. Rowen shrugged, "Look Cye, you won't cook so that leaves me. Whether either of you like my cooking or not."
Cye dashed in front of the freezer and started taking out the taquito box. "I never actually said I wouldn't cook. You know me, I love to cook, cooking is my life... Now just back away from the fridge nice and slow Rowen." Cye's voice took on that of a cop trying to persuade a kid into handing over a gun. Rowen smiled a broad smile. "If that's the way you feel about it Cye." He snapped off the TV and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" Cye asked. "I'm sick of TV, I figured I'd go for a walk." As Rowen disappeared through the door Cye finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. He dared too soon. "Oh, by the way Cye, since you're making them and all, make some for me too. And the others might want some as well," with that he was gone and Cye realized that he had fallen victim to a hungry, blue-haired, genius who didn't want to have to cook for himself.
I do not own any of Ronin Warriors, or any other product or refernce mentioned above that could get me sued… besides, can't sue for money I don't have anyway…