A/N: This story started a long time ago with my friend Frannie. We started writing a Ronin story that still remains unfinished. These are just a few pieces that can stand-alone and are funny to us after all this time. Redone with few revisions. We own nothing but the plot and Tripper.
"Hey Ullie, get White Blaze and I'll take you guys for a walk in the woods." Kento shouted into the house.
"Alright!" Ullie exclaimed happily. "Thanks Kento. Come on White Blaze, you heard the man."
Kento, Ullie and White Blaze had just opened the door when –
"Where do you think you're going?" Mia asked from the kitchen. "You have to do the dishes."
"I did them yesterday." Kento complained. " I still have to rake the leaves, make-up my bed, dust…"
"Not you, ya big baby! Ullie."
"Ah, man. I did them last week." Ullie groaned.
Kento smiled down at the boy. "Come on Small Fry, I'll help you, but you owe me one."
Ullie agreed and soon they were on their way.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Kento called to the boy, "Hey, hop on White Blaze's back and I'll race you to the clearing."
Ullie happily complied and began the long race. Kento was in the lead for only a few minutes. When White Blaze and Ullie won, Kento fussed only a little, unusual for him.
snap crunch
"What was that?" Ullie asked alarmed.
"Stay here," Kento said bravely, "I'll go see." He jogged ahead a few feet.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Kento danced around madly. "My foot, something has my foot!" He screamed like a idiot and ran. Whatever it was, it held on to the tongue of the Ronin's shoe. Finally he tripped over it and fell to the ground. "Nooo! I'm to young to die."
Ullie and White Blaze ran over to him. White Blaze started to lick Kento's face. "Wow, White Blaze, look!" Ullie giggled.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Kento was scared of…of a ….a puppy!" Sage cackled.
"Well, how would you like it if something bit your sneaker and held on." Kento snapped back.
Ryo snickered as he stood up for his friend. "Hey, how did he know it was a little puppy-dog?"
"I guess your right. Sorry Kento." Sage said sarcastically.
After dinner it was decided that since Kento found the dog, he kept it, cared for it, and named it. But, instead of sleeping on the foot of Kento's bed, Tripper (named for obvious reasons) was apparently more comfortable across his owner's chest.