Waahaha!
tQ to everyone who reviewed, be proud. You made me (jump), (scream), (run) around in circles, (scream) again, and (then) collapse into a heap of jelly onto the carpet.
(TQ SO MUCH!!!!!!)
And I've decided to co-write this story with Natura Bestia!!!
but she will be off to some vacation in the coming 2 months,
and quoting her, "They [meaning you, my darling readers] will have to deal with less-than-perfect grammar for awhile."
I could not agree more.
"talking about wasabi."
'thinking about wasabi.'
Ryoma stepped out from the plane, her tennis bag slung over her shoulder. She breathed in a deep breath of Japanese air…
"ACK! Wha-t!" She gagged and sputtered, almost tripping over her own feet.
Japan air, like she had thought, was indeed terrible.
But right now that wasn't the point.
The point is that her parents had kidnapped her and took her along for a flight from US to Tokyo. God knows how they smuggled a drugged 15 year old onto a flight, but of course, with those creative minds of Rinko and Nanjiro, anything is possible.
(Flashback)
"Anyone care to explain why I'm here and not in my bed?" Ryoma had pierced her parents with her deadly glare and questioned them when she woke up from her "beauty" sleep.
"Hmm… because Japan has Sakura trees?" piped Nanjiro, earning himself a smack across his head from Rinko.
"No darling," Rinko cautiously watched Ryoma for any reaction, "We're moving to… Japan!"
Under normal circumstances Ryoma would either go into a big tantrum or start a cold war upon hearing this type of news, but instead, her lips just twitched and she went, "Hn. Okay."
Truth to be told, she doesn't miss US. Well, maybe just a little. Just that Strawberry Smoothie shop and her own private tennis court – not that she had any friends back then anyway, seeing how anti-social she was..
But the real reason she didn't protest is that she still has Kevin's Nintendo DS. And she love Mario Kart too much to return the DS.
Meanwhile in San Francisco, a certain blonde haired Mr. Kevin sneezed.
(End flashback)
"Darrrling!" Rinko purred as she fussed around Ryoma, "look at that BEAUTIFUL house!" She exclaimed, clasping her hands together while her eyes shone with tears.
"Hn." Ryoma sighed at her mom's childish behavior, before getting out of the car and hauling her box of stuff into the new house. She only has one box of personal items, a few sets of clothes and her laptop. Her tennis bag was slung across her shoulder.
"Nanjiro! What are you staring at?!" Rinko turned and reprimanded her husband, who was staring at the new neighbor, a woman in her early 50s. The woman smiled, before making her way out of the house and into the front yard. She introduced herself as Mrs. Fuji, before inviting them over for dinner tonight
"I know you must be so tired and busy from the move! Come join us for dinner! We're having roast chicken."
"That would be awesome!!!" Nanjiro squealed like a little child and ran around 3 blocks before stopping to thank Mrs. Fuji.
"Ahem." Rinko cleared her throat. "Why, thank you for that BRILLIANT invitation. I'm sure we'll be attending your BRILLIANT dinner." Rinko set her lips into a strained smile and dragged a screaming Nanjiro back into the house.
Ryoma was putting on her shorts for the dinner when Rinko burst through her bedroom door, screaming, "RYOMA! Look what I found! Your grandma's old yellow mini-skirt!!!"
Ryoma sweatdropped, she didn't even know people back then wore (mini-skirts), much less yellow ones.
"That's okay mom, but I'm going to stick with NORMAL clothes. Now if you can please get out…"
"Ryoma! You're a girl! You need nice clothes!"
"Shorts are pretty nice." Ryoma commented, putting on a white cap onto her short hair, "You bought them for me."
"Yes, but-"
"Mom."
"Yea?"
"Get out. Please."
ding dong
The Echizen family was greeted by a 20-something year old lady, who politely introduced herself as Yumiko.
"Hello Yumiko." Nanjiro extended his hand, "Echizen Nanjiro, Samurai of Tennis! Likes beer, fishing, eating fish, fish and chips, beer, tennis and porn magaz-"
"Rinko here. Just call me Rinko. My husband and kid." Rinko said with a curt nod, before dragging Nanjiro into the Fuji residence.
"Hello." A voice spoke up from behind Ryoma, as a slim boy slid into his seat.
"Ah, that is my son, Syuusuke. And this is Yumiko." Mrs. Fuji smiled and introduced her children.
Ryoma looked towards her left, he seemed like a friendly boy, and quite handsome too. Fuji smiled at her. Ryoma felt her heart melt, her eyelashes flutter and her heart felt faint. Her left ventricle seemed to have stopped working from pumping blood to her brain.
But she quickly dismissed that thought. Because she knew, that it was impossible on account of her strange disease.
"Syuusuke-kun! Nice to meet you, a pretty young lad eh?" Nanjiro asked, before laughing at his own joke hysterically, until tears streamed down his face.
(Everyone ignored him.)
"Has anyone seen the latest news on Kage Mazzesae? He's getting married!" Rinko asked, as she broke off a piece of bread and munched on it.
"YES!!! How can he? Especially to such a stuck-up lady!" Mrs. Fuji shook her head, disappointed in the actor's taste in woman.
"YES!!!" Yumiko banged the table with her fist to show her support. Therefore, the 3 women kept to themselves for the rest of the evening talking about the famous 20 year old actor (like they were friends for life instead of five minutes).
Ryoma shook her head, as she absently mindedly dumped spoonfuls of salt onto her piece of roast chicken. She raised the chicken to her mouth…
'Fuji Syuusuke is a nice charming, gentlemen-'she thought, and internally giggled to herself.
"Holy Macaroni!" she spat out the mouthful of chicken.
"Is anything the matter?" Mrs. Fuji turned away from Rinko and asked.
"W-Water." She gasped, and quickly gulped down some coke.
Yumiko picked up the salt shaker and checked its content.
"Ah… I'm sorry, but it seems like we've accidentally placed pepper inside the salt shaker…" Yumiko raised her eyebrows at Syuusuke, who was clutching his stomach and choking back his laughter.
The next course was boiled broccoli dipped in cheese sauce, which Ryoma despised. While the adults were looking away, she quickly slipped all her broccoli into her napkin. Oblivious to Ryoma, Fuji was watching her from the corner of his eyes, chuckling quietly to himself.
"Excuse me, where is the toilet?" Ryoma stood up while holding the napkin loosely, making it seem like she forgot she was holding on to the napkin.
"Here, I'd show you." Mrs. Fuji brought her upstairs to use the toilet.
'The napkin trick huh?' Fuji chuckled as he quietly replaced Ryoma's coke with soy sauce. And an extra dash of super-hot-special-edition wasabi sauce.
Moments later, Ryoma came back, a small smirk on her face. She reached for her can of coke, and was shot by weird glances from Yumiko. Waving it off as eye seizure, she picked it up and took a gulp of it…
"AHHH! HOTTT AHHHH!!!" Ryoma ran around the table 3 times, before fainting.
"Save her! Save her!" Rinko ran around the table 3 times screaming.
"OH my! OH my!" Mrs. Fuji and Yumiko ran around the kitchen looking for the 20 pounds of ice they bought yesterday that was now missing.
"Oops." Fuji stared.
When Ryoma woke up, she found herself on a soft bed with silk sheets that was definitely not hers. She sat up in bed, and looked around, rubbing her eyes blearily. The room was decorated with … cacti. Big ones, small ones, tall ones, short ones. All very different, the only similarity being that they poke.
Her face was still partly red from the wasabi heat, and her head and palms were sweaty.
"Hello. You're up." Ryoma jumped at the voice next to her.
"Fuji Syuusuke." Ryoma glared daggers, swords, arrows and missiles at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"maa, maa. Broccoli is good for your health." Fuji reasoned, or tried to at least, "Naughty children must be punished." He opened his mouth to laugh but was shut up by a kick in his gut.
"ow…" he clutched his stomach, half laughing, half crying at the intensity of the pain shooting through his abdomen.
Ryoma hated him already.
"He is a funny little kid isn't he?" Fuji asked Yumiko, who was busy ranting to Rinko.
"It's she-" Ryoma started, but quickly stopped.
'Fuji thinks I'm a guy?!'
'Speaking of which, it wouldn't be too terrible if I was actually one right…'
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ryoma couldn't contain her laughter, it rang clear and loud throughout the whole house.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing at all." She smirked.
*sighs* where is my touche? [I don't even know if I used this word right]. WRITERS BLOCK WRITERS BLOCK WRITERS BLOCK!
Sorry for the late update everyone! My struck of inspiration JUST happen on the first day of exams.
