Disclaimer: I own neither the Ronins nor the Warlords, but everyone else is MINE, you hear me?!?! *ahem*. Taco Bell and Frosted Flakes ain't mine, either. What does this have to do with the story? Read to find out!
PS: This story happens after another one, but I'm trying not to make any references to the one before this. If some things do seem a little confusing, let me know, k?.
DarkFlame136
Rekka felt like shit. His brother had failed to mention that school started the next day, so he had spent the night exploring the area where his new home was. He still to this day was not sure why he had accepted Andros' offer to live with him in the house he had inherited. If was on the other side of the damn globe, for crying out loud. He knew he could still visit his old home whenever he wished, but that was not the point. To make matters worse, his older brother, Adrian, had decided to come along as well. Thankfully, he would not be arriving until next week. However, he had still made his life miserable from across the ocean by leaving a message on the answering machine saying that his records had been transferred to the high school in the area and that he could start as soon as break was over--which happened to be the next day.
So, Rekka had only managed to get three hours of sleep. He didn't know about his room mate, but he planned on tearing his brother in half the next time he saw him. 'One week until wholesale slaughter' he thought.
Just then, Andros looked in on him. "Glad to see you woke up on time. I heard I would have more success in necromancy than trying to wake you up!"
Rekka sat up with an annoyed look, but asked in a calm voice, "What else did you hear?"
"That you have a rather bad temper, but I've seen this for myself."
"And?"
"And...?" was the confused answer.
"You could have told me that school started today, Andros."
"Oh. I thought you already knew."
Rekka was about to scream something very impolite when he checked himself. Instead, he sighed. "Just get the hell out so I can get ready."
Andros remained calm. "It's a little late to be modest, but if you insist."
"ANDROS!"
"Well, I certainly have no regrets." With that, he left.
Rekka was glad he left; it is quite rude to punch you host in the face, and Rekka had promised his friend, Cerulean, that he would try to be civil. The key word, of course, was try.
He grabbed something out of the closet (extremely thankful that Andros had decided to get his own room) and went into the bathroom.
Dais threw open the kitchen door with murder in his eyes and toothpaste in his hand. Seeing his target, he stomped up to the table.
"What the hell is this?"
Kale, pouring a second bowl of Frosted Flakes, looked up and said, "A tube of toothpaste."
"WRONG! it's my tube of toothpaste. And it's empty." Seeing that his own roommate was eating his cereal with out even paying attention, he also added, "And what possessed you to use my washcloth and towel?"
Kale swallowed, dished out another spoonful, and said, "Because I forgot to get a new set for myself."
"And you couldn't walk your ass out to the closet and get a new one?"
"Well, I was naked at the time and it's a little chilly in the mornings."
Dais was about to say something else, when an unsummoned picture of Kale streaking through the hallway flashed before his eye. He made a face. "Kale?"
*crunch, crunch* "Hm?"
"Thank you for giving me my next nightmare." He sighed, throwing the tube of toothpaste on the table and going to make some tea, or coffee, or even chocolate milk--anything to get that horrendous scene out of his head.
*crunch, *crunch "You're not going to eat anything?"
"I have lost my appetite."
"You and me both," moaned Anubis, who was next to come in. "I hope you guys don't mind, but I used you shower. Seeing the look Dais gave him, he added, "I brought my own stuff, which was very fortunate of me. Your towel smells like ass."
"Does it?" he glared at Kale, who was trying not to laugh.
Dais was pissed. "Considering that it's your ass that he smelled, I really don't think you should be laughing."
This made him laugh even harder; unfortunately, he also had cereal in his mouth. Soon after, he started choking.
As Kale's face began to turn red, Dais made conversation "So, what made you not feel like eating?"
Kale could be heard hacking in the background. "Take a guess," Anubis sat and put his head down on the table.
"Sekhmet had Taco Bell again?"
"Well, not as bad, but it's still nauseating."
Dais said he gave up. Kale would have said the same, but he as still trying to make the food in his throat go up or down.
Without looking up, Anubis filled them in, "I found Sekhmet's underwear hanging over the mirror."
"What's so bad about that?" Dais turned off the kettle, since the water was boiling. "Want something?"
"Sure. I'll take coffee, I don't care which flavor. As for your other question....it was a thong. You do the math."
Dais had taken a sip of his own tea before the other had answered. Now it was his turn to choke.
Kale, in the meantime, had managed to swallow what was stuck in his throat. Gasping for breath and feeling the color come back into his face (which had turned white from the ordeal), he glared at his so-called friends with teary eyes and rasped, "You f***s couldn't help me?"
Anubis looked up, "You seemed to be doing fine on your own."
Dais came over with the latter's drink, "Besides, you had that coming for a long time. You're lucky I didn't choke you for leaving my soap in the toilet."
Kale wiped his eyes. "Well, I certainly was not going to go in and get it."
"You use my shampoo--"
"It smells good."
"You don't change the toilet paper when it runs out--"
"I leave you a few sheets."
"And you wear my underwear whenever you run out, because you don't do laundry until the hamper is overflowing and/or it smells like a damn compost pile!" He finished, practically shouting.
"It's not like I put them back without washing them, besides, they're silky."
Anubis gagged on his coffee. Dais wished he had a knife.
"I don't give a rat's ass what you do; I don't know what I myself have done to deserve this, but you are THE most vile, lazy, and altogether trifling roommate on this whole damn planet!"
The truth was, Sekhmet was the worst, but this was before Anubis made him give up most of his habits (i.e., leaving his nail clippings everywhere, letting his pet cobra drag dead rodents into corners and leave them to fester, not doing his own laundry (if it ever got done at all), etc., etc.). However, seeing Dais' present mood, Kale and Anubis decided to keep this to themselves. After a few moments of silence, the fourth warlord entered the kitchen. With wet hair, bare feet, and nothing on save a pair of underwear.
"Can't you put on a shirt or something?" Anubis scowled.
"As if you've never walked around like this." He went to the fridge and began rummaging around.
"Not when everyone else is in here."
Sekhmet didn't answer; he found the milk and after a short pause, decided to drink it straight out of the carton.
Kale had another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. He stopped chewing; he had enough space in his mouth to talk around. "How offin' do you do that?"
Sekhmet wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Almost every day. why?"
Kale said nothing. He emptied the chewed-up Frosted Flakes out of his mouth and into his bowl. Then he moved back his chair and left the room, taking the toothpaste with him. Neither of the two guys left in the room knew whether or not Sekhmet had seen this. Coming over to the table with a bowl of his own, he grabbed the box of cereal.
"Damn, empty." Seeing the bowl of cereal sitting on the table where Kale used to be, he sat down and began to finish it.
Anubis looked sick. "Um...Sekhmet?"
*crunch, *crunch "Hm?"
"Never mind." He sighed, returning to his coffee.
Dais, who was also at the table by now, started chuckling. Then, he began to outright laugh.
Anubis was the first to respond, "Have you lost what's left of your damn mind?"
"After living with you slobs, who wouldn't," He calmed down. "I'm moving out. Today. After I tell Lord Talpa."
"Do you think he'll let you?"
"Either way I'm going, with or without his permission. I don't know how much more of this I can take before I snap."
*crunch, *slurp. "Where'er you goin'?"
"Someplace where my roommate is not a transfer from a flophouse."
SLUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!
It was bad enough that he had to put up with Kale; hearing Sekhmet's infernal slurping was not improving his mood in the least. Then, he snapped. Snatching the milk carton, he grabbed Sekhmet by the hair, pulled back his head and poured very, very, slowly.
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And remember, ladies and gents, review and let me know if this is as good as I think it is or worse ^^;;;
PS: This story happens after another one, but I'm trying not to make any references to the one before this. If some things do seem a little confusing, let me know, k?.
DarkFlame136
Rekka felt like shit. His brother had failed to mention that school started the next day, so he had spent the night exploring the area where his new home was. He still to this day was not sure why he had accepted Andros' offer to live with him in the house he had inherited. If was on the other side of the damn globe, for crying out loud. He knew he could still visit his old home whenever he wished, but that was not the point. To make matters worse, his older brother, Adrian, had decided to come along as well. Thankfully, he would not be arriving until next week. However, he had still made his life miserable from across the ocean by leaving a message on the answering machine saying that his records had been transferred to the high school in the area and that he could start as soon as break was over--which happened to be the next day.
So, Rekka had only managed to get three hours of sleep. He didn't know about his room mate, but he planned on tearing his brother in half the next time he saw him. 'One week until wholesale slaughter' he thought.
Just then, Andros looked in on him. "Glad to see you woke up on time. I heard I would have more success in necromancy than trying to wake you up!"
Rekka sat up with an annoyed look, but asked in a calm voice, "What else did you hear?"
"That you have a rather bad temper, but I've seen this for myself."
"And?"
"And...?" was the confused answer.
"You could have told me that school started today, Andros."
"Oh. I thought you already knew."
Rekka was about to scream something very impolite when he checked himself. Instead, he sighed. "Just get the hell out so I can get ready."
Andros remained calm. "It's a little late to be modest, but if you insist."
"ANDROS!"
"Well, I certainly have no regrets." With that, he left.
Rekka was glad he left; it is quite rude to punch you host in the face, and Rekka had promised his friend, Cerulean, that he would try to be civil. The key word, of course, was try.
He grabbed something out of the closet (extremely thankful that Andros had decided to get his own room) and went into the bathroom.
Dais threw open the kitchen door with murder in his eyes and toothpaste in his hand. Seeing his target, he stomped up to the table.
"What the hell is this?"
Kale, pouring a second bowl of Frosted Flakes, looked up and said, "A tube of toothpaste."
"WRONG! it's my tube of toothpaste. And it's empty." Seeing that his own roommate was eating his cereal with out even paying attention, he also added, "And what possessed you to use my washcloth and towel?"
Kale swallowed, dished out another spoonful, and said, "Because I forgot to get a new set for myself."
"And you couldn't walk your ass out to the closet and get a new one?"
"Well, I was naked at the time and it's a little chilly in the mornings."
Dais was about to say something else, when an unsummoned picture of Kale streaking through the hallway flashed before his eye. He made a face. "Kale?"
*crunch, crunch* "Hm?"
"Thank you for giving me my next nightmare." He sighed, throwing the tube of toothpaste on the table and going to make some tea, or coffee, or even chocolate milk--anything to get that horrendous scene out of his head.
*crunch, *crunch "You're not going to eat anything?"
"I have lost my appetite."
"You and me both," moaned Anubis, who was next to come in. "I hope you guys don't mind, but I used you shower. Seeing the look Dais gave him, he added, "I brought my own stuff, which was very fortunate of me. Your towel smells like ass."
"Does it?" he glared at Kale, who was trying not to laugh.
Dais was pissed. "Considering that it's your ass that he smelled, I really don't think you should be laughing."
This made him laugh even harder; unfortunately, he also had cereal in his mouth. Soon after, he started choking.
As Kale's face began to turn red, Dais made conversation "So, what made you not feel like eating?"
Kale could be heard hacking in the background. "Take a guess," Anubis sat and put his head down on the table.
"Sekhmet had Taco Bell again?"
"Well, not as bad, but it's still nauseating."
Dais said he gave up. Kale would have said the same, but he as still trying to make the food in his throat go up or down.
Without looking up, Anubis filled them in, "I found Sekhmet's underwear hanging over the mirror."
"What's so bad about that?" Dais turned off the kettle, since the water was boiling. "Want something?"
"Sure. I'll take coffee, I don't care which flavor. As for your other question....it was a thong. You do the math."
Dais had taken a sip of his own tea before the other had answered. Now it was his turn to choke.
Kale, in the meantime, had managed to swallow what was stuck in his throat. Gasping for breath and feeling the color come back into his face (which had turned white from the ordeal), he glared at his so-called friends with teary eyes and rasped, "You f***s couldn't help me?"
Anubis looked up, "You seemed to be doing fine on your own."
Dais came over with the latter's drink, "Besides, you had that coming for a long time. You're lucky I didn't choke you for leaving my soap in the toilet."
Kale wiped his eyes. "Well, I certainly was not going to go in and get it."
"You use my shampoo--"
"It smells good."
"You don't change the toilet paper when it runs out--"
"I leave you a few sheets."
"And you wear my underwear whenever you run out, because you don't do laundry until the hamper is overflowing and/or it smells like a damn compost pile!" He finished, practically shouting.
"It's not like I put them back without washing them, besides, they're silky."
Anubis gagged on his coffee. Dais wished he had a knife.
"I don't give a rat's ass what you do; I don't know what I myself have done to deserve this, but you are THE most vile, lazy, and altogether trifling roommate on this whole damn planet!"
The truth was, Sekhmet was the worst, but this was before Anubis made him give up most of his habits (i.e., leaving his nail clippings everywhere, letting his pet cobra drag dead rodents into corners and leave them to fester, not doing his own laundry (if it ever got done at all), etc., etc.). However, seeing Dais' present mood, Kale and Anubis decided to keep this to themselves. After a few moments of silence, the fourth warlord entered the kitchen. With wet hair, bare feet, and nothing on save a pair of underwear.
"Can't you put on a shirt or something?" Anubis scowled.
"As if you've never walked around like this." He went to the fridge and began rummaging around.
"Not when everyone else is in here."
Sekhmet didn't answer; he found the milk and after a short pause, decided to drink it straight out of the carton.
Kale had another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. He stopped chewing; he had enough space in his mouth to talk around. "How offin' do you do that?"
Sekhmet wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Almost every day. why?"
Kale said nothing. He emptied the chewed-up Frosted Flakes out of his mouth and into his bowl. Then he moved back his chair and left the room, taking the toothpaste with him. Neither of the two guys left in the room knew whether or not Sekhmet had seen this. Coming over to the table with a bowl of his own, he grabbed the box of cereal.
"Damn, empty." Seeing the bowl of cereal sitting on the table where Kale used to be, he sat down and began to finish it.
Anubis looked sick. "Um...Sekhmet?"
*crunch, *crunch "Hm?"
"Never mind." He sighed, returning to his coffee.
Dais, who was also at the table by now, started chuckling. Then, he began to outright laugh.
Anubis was the first to respond, "Have you lost what's left of your damn mind?"
"After living with you slobs, who wouldn't," He calmed down. "I'm moving out. Today. After I tell Lord Talpa."
"Do you think he'll let you?"
"Either way I'm going, with or without his permission. I don't know how much more of this I can take before I snap."
*crunch, *slurp. "Where'er you goin'?"
"Someplace where my roommate is not a transfer from a flophouse."
SLUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!
It was bad enough that he had to put up with Kale; hearing Sekhmet's infernal slurping was not improving his mood in the least. Then, he snapped. Snatching the milk carton, he grabbed Sekhmet by the hair, pulled back his head and poured very, very, slowly.
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And remember, ladies and gents, review and let me know if this is as good as I think it is or worse ^^;;;
