Hello! This is my second story and I hope you enjoy yourselves! R&R! If you didn't read my first story, read it… please…
My POV
A normal Sunday, great… nothing for me to do-… why can't I get up, I turned to my left and I saw… A BOY! A BOY IS SLEEPING IN MY BED! PERVERT! … Wait… that's Reginald! I hauled my attack and… *sigh with relief* thank goodness I stopped my slap in time.
That time… when I, of all people, asked Reginald to sleep with me. I remember all the events that happened yesterday. We argued a bit, but we got along. He's a goofball whenever I speak with him, he act like some sort of tuff guy, but he's a big softy…. Even so… that doesn't explain why he told me everything about his life... to me…
"R-Rio," Oh my, he must be dreaming about his sister. "Where's Ayeme?" What! He's dreaming about me! The ignorable person in this whole entire world, he would think of me?
Ya know… he actually looks peaceful. He looks so much like little child, without malice, fear, anger, and has good life… sleeping. He almost looks like he's having a, how do you say it in his language… not so bothersome dream.
I easily got out his clasp, and a few seconds later, he's searching for something. He's starting to snuggle with my pillow. Wow, it makes him look so adorable… every single fan girl would be so envy to be in my place which would be really, really bad.
Well, that's enough adorable thinking for now; I have to wake him up. "Hey," I started, "Regi, time to wake up."
"R-Rio," he moaned, "It's not a school day." Wow, not a morning person, I guess (I faced a lot worst, try waking my big bro.) But I have to find a way to wake him up. So, how can I get Mr. Grumpy Pants to open his eyes? Wait, I remember something… about yesterday's event.
"Okay Regi… Your funeral… Tickle, tickle, Tickle, tickle, you know you want to laugh!"
I heard him giggling. He tried to block my hands, but I was too quick for him! Then soon I heard a full blown laugher.
"HAHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAY… I'm up!" He choked out. "Huh? Oh…" Then he blushed… wow… in all my life, I never saw Reginald blush, (except in fan art.)
"So how did you sleep," I asked, curious of what he was dreaming. Yeah, I know I'm being a little noisy, but I'm wondering if there's a clue to bring him back to his world… it's the right thing to do…
"Oh... um… good, I guess," he answered, not very completely.
"What do you mean?" Making me a little irritated.
"N-Nothing…"
Well that's convincing. Does he know that I worry about him? Also, yesterday… why did he trusted me so easily, I could his enemies (of course I'm not, but what if I am?)
Suddenly, in just a flash, I'm in his embrace… why… does he want to stay here more than home, what if his friends worry, and his sister?
"Um," I started… "What are you thinking?" I'm really concern for Reginald, or Shark… um… well… whatever, he brings me great concern.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot!" I remember about an ancient treasure that my father gave me, from his ancestors. So… okay, where is that sword?... AAAAAAAAHHHHH! I can't find it!
"Um… Ayeme," Reginald asked as I'm still trying to find my family air loom.
"Yes," Where is that dang sword… "Here it is!"
"What is it," he asked, just as I hoped.
I unsheathe the sword from it's sheathe and showed my most valuable treasure, "Ta-da!"
"It's just a sword," … Oh yeah, he's not from this world, I forgot… my bad.
"Not just any sword," I said, "it's called a reverse blade sword. This blade can cut through anything, but man itself. There was only one in the word, there were two in the world, but the second one was destroyed." I showed him why it was called a reverse blade sword. "If you see, the blade is on the other side."
"Okay, why would someone use a worthless thing in the world?" He asked that question like he didn't obviously know that it protected man even he or she, is the enemy!
"It was supposed to protect man without anybody being slain by it. It was also used in something called the Meji Era, the era of peace, ya at least heard of it, right?"
"Yeah, but I never heard anything about fighting." He explained, confusingly.
"What about the drunks, the bandits, the wealthy, greedy guys, and the crooks?" I asked, waiting for an answer. *hmp*
"You got me there." He admitted. Yes!
"Also, it was used by a man slayer named Battousai," I explained. "He also killed too many people in the time of war, before the Meji Era. So he went on a ten year journey to try to find a way to protect people without a single blood drop."
"SO that's how he got the reverse blade sword," he asked.
"Yup, also… Battousai wasn't his real name…" I explain. "His real name was Kenshin Himura."
"Wait!" He interrupted, "you're an ancestor of a man slayer."
"Yeah," I answered, it is strange that I am and ancestor of the legendary man slayer. "But he wanted to commend those slaughters by helping people, and saving them."
"Wow," he said, "some history, do you know any of his techniques?"
"No," I sighed, I wish that I did, "he didn't want to teach any of his art for generation stuff." I saw a pouty, disappointed face, man that looks hysterical. Oh no… can't… hold it… in, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Huh?" Oh no, he's angry, but he's look so funny.
Shark's POV
"What the," what is she laughing about! "Hey," I asked, "what's so funny?"
"I never thought you look so much like a little kid!" she said between laughs.
WHAT! A LITTLE KID! A LITTLE KIIIIIID! "Listen! You're the one that is a little kid!" The nerve!
"Well you're lucky I'm not like a one of those fan girls!" She replied. What does that mean?
"What in the world does that mean?" Something tells me to shut my mouth…
She gave out an uncomfortable smirk and answered, "Well, if I was one of those 'Shark fangirls,' I would tie you up, and try to make you my slave." She's kidding, right?
"That reminds me," she said, opening the door. "You should go to my papa, and explain how you got here. Also tell him that it should be a secret, that you're a TV character that is."
"Then what about you," why would she leave me to her parents alone? That ignorant girl!
"I have to go to the grocery store," she explained… making an excuse. "I go every week! I'll be back about an hour or so. While I'm doing that, you have to explain everything that happened yesterday, got it? And if you think you're coming with me, you're wrong, the sooner, the better."
Why can't I just wait for her, and I hate it that she's always right! Besides, can she do this later- …? She's gone…
"So," said a suspicious voice. "You're Shark, or Reginald." Who's he?
Chapter one of this story! Who is that figure, and what does he want with Reginald? Find out in the next chapter.
