Title: The Jamazing Adventures of Rage and Izam: The Early Years
Summary: Rage and Izam have two very distinct personalities...I wonder why?
Disclaimer: I don't own DDR...Konami does...
Warning: More soup than you can handle.
Author's Note: ...poor Rage... also...a Jamasian is... well a jamaican and asian child. Go figure. :D
The Jamazing Adventures of Rage and Izam:
The Early Years
"Big Brother Big Brother where are you big brother I'm hungry I'm hungry I'm hungry big broth –"
The tan skinned boy stopped speaking as a gentle hand came down on his head. He looked up and grinned.
The woman removed her hand and walked toward the cabinets, reaching up gracefully and opening the doors. Her long chestnut colored hair rested in the middle of her back, swishing as she turned to regard the small boy.
Dressed in over sized cargo shorts and a white sweater with blue arm stripes, Izam kicked his feet as he sat in the kitchen chair.
"Soupsoupmushroomsoupcreamymushroom soup with bread and soup and mushrooms and soup –"
"And bowls with soup! Hi Woman it's me! Makin' soup it's me your husband it's me!"
Izam laughed and hopped out of his chair to attack the man's legs. He clung to them, pressing his cheek into the coffee colored skin.
"Hi Dad Hi Dad H Dad it's me it's Izam let's eat let's eat let's –"
"Izam let go let go, go Izam!" the man bent and grabbed the boy under the arms. He put him up on his shoulders, causing the boy to quiet momentarily and tiny fingers to inspect fat, jet black dread locks.
The boy frowned, realizing he still didn't have much hair to twist under his cream colored rasta cap. The man could imagine his son's pouting face.
"Don't worry Izam your hair will grow and then you can be like your Dad don't worry it'll grow."
"Okay…okay!" Izam wrapped his arms around his father's head. "Where's big brother it's lunch time it's lunch time it's lunch time IT'S LUNCH TIME –"
The woman looked at Izam, her almond shaped eyes narrowing a bit and the boy clapped his hands over his mouth.
"Swrry" he mumbled, beginning to ramble behind his hand.
Just then, another boy came into the room. He was a bit tall but his face was that of a child's. His mouth was set in an even line and he approached his mother, eyes a healthy, velvety brown.
They looked at each other, the woman smiling as she stroked his sienna hair.
"Rage, Rage, boy where have ya been it's lunch time –"
"Yeah Dad's right it's lunch time –"
"It's lunch time! There's soup! Creamy mushroom –"
"Mushroom soup! Soup soup!"
Izam stopped chanting as something came to him.
"Dad Dad Dad!"
"Yeah Izam What Izam –"
"Rage doesn't like mushrooms!"
The asian woman stopped stroking Rage's hair and sighed, straightening his zip up red hoodie. She patted his cheek and went back to begint eh soup.
Rage watched her turn away and stared at his dad and brother.
"Soup soup soup –"
"Mushroom soup boy it's good for ya hear me Rage? Mushrooms are good for you good for Rage Mushroom soup –"
"Soup soup I like soup do you like soup it's good! It's soup it's mushroom soup –"
"But Rage don't like it! Why Rage why? Why not Rage it's good it's good soup! What are you gonna do it's soup what will you do it's good soup mushroom soup it –"
But Rage didn't like mushroom soup.
What will chibi Rage do?