Ronin Senshi Legends

By Dixxy
Chapter Two: Welcome to Boston, Sara

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About one month before Talpa's first assault on Toyama

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Sara was fourteen years old. She had wavy, dark blue hair and large, curious pink eyes. The young girl had been born and raised in Hawaii. Her hobbies including surfing, swimming, sea shells collecting, and "talking" to the marine life. She loved the clear waters of the islands. In her mind, Hawaii was the only place TOO live.

But then her father's job had transferred him to Boston, so he brought his family of four with him to the city. Which, to put it bluntly, Sara didn't like. It was more congested than Hawaii. There were many tall buildings around, which would make seeing rainbows or the sky on a clear day harder. The only water around was the harbor, which was terribly icky and over fished.

That was an odd thing about Sara. She could eat a burger, a hot dog, a slice of ham, a leg of chicken or a leg turkey and never have a problem, but the one meat she would gag to eat was fish. She hated to see fellow students in lunchrooms with tuna fish sandwiches, or kids buying fish sticks, or someone with a leftover haddock steak slapped between two pieces of white bread. Crabs, shrimp, and lobster were the same way.

"Oh, come now, Sara," said her mother. "Boston won't be so bad!"

"Says you," snapped Sara.

Her father fumed. "Sara, we all miss Honolulu, just understand that we're moving here for the benefit of our family financially-"

"Financially my butt! We were perfectly happy before you went back to your stupid college and got your stupid business degree and suddenly all you ever talk about is Wall Street!" said Sara, crossing her arms as she sulked in the back seat of the car.

Trevor, her old brother, snorted. "C'mon, Sara, now we can afford lots of cool stuff, and you'll have your own room," he said.

Emily, her little sister, shook her head. "She misses the ocean."

Mrs. Lewis laughed. "Our little Sara always did love the water, ever since she was a baby," she said. "Our little water baby!"

Sara grumbled. "I'm not little. I just have small bones."

"Sara, you're short," said Trevor, snorting.

"Trevor!" scolded Mr. Lewis.

Sara glared at her older brother. So, she was, short. Sara was only five feet tall while her peers were at least five six or taller. Sara tried everything to get taller. She drank about a half a gallon of milk a day. She tried to stretch herself using buckets of sand and Trevor's chin up bar, which was very high considering he was well over six feet tall. She even tried to talk to one of the old, Hawaiian wise men to find an herbal remedy, which instead made her sick with a stomach bug for a week. None the less, Sara remained short.

But she did find herself getting stronger, flexible, and athletic. Before, the only sports Sara was any good with were surfing and swimming. Now she was running track, doing gymnastics, and even began to consider getting into the martial arts. But her parents were nervous about her getting into fighting, so Sara had to settle for Trevor's video games and the arcade, but the adrenaline rush she received was incredible! Sara craved to fight, and started to shadow box and attempt flying kicks.

Her parents finally gave in and told her she could enroll in the school of her choice once they reached Boston. It was, after all, a big city, and if Sara knew martial arts, she wouldn't get mugged or raped or murdered! That, to Sara, was the only slightly appealing aspect of going to Boston- she could learn to fight.

The family finally pulled into a rather nice looking driveway infront of a nice house. It wasn't in the central city, but it was close to it, and it would be a central city school the three would attend.

The family got out of their mini-van and saw the moving vans pulling up behind them. A large red-headed man with a mustache stepped out. "Sorry, ma'am, delay at the airport with unloading the moving stuff. One of the traffic controllers had a sudden nervous breakdown. It. . . wasn't pretty."

Mrs. Lewis sighed heavily. "Well, whatever, it isn't a problem. We'll just eat out today, that's all."

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By the time they had eaten dinner, the movers had moved everything into the house and began to help the Lewis family move their furniture where they wanted it. Sara almost enjoyed ordering around the young man who was putting her things in order- they were cute. Finally, the job was done and Sara began to unload her clothes, books, and everything else she held dear.

Once she had her clothes unloaded, she smiled at the room. The walls were painted pale blue, the rug a deep blue. Her comforter was a marbleized blue blanket of warmth. Sitting on her bed was her stuffed animals. Her bookshelf was arranged in a disorderly fashion (she'd work on alphabetizing it later) and everything else was perfect. Except for the large pile of clothing in the middle of the room- she'd organize them later, too. Sara then decided to investigate her closet, which she had yet to look at.

Sara was pleasantly surprised to find it was a large walk-in closet with lots of space. Trevor will be jealous, she thought hopefully. Sara clicked the light switch to her left, a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling acting as the light source. The floor was carpeted as well, soft and almost new. As soon looked around, she saw a glint in one corner. Sara blinked and went over to the strange glint. She knelt down and blinked to see a peculiar little blue marble. She picked it up and held it up to the light. A strange, Japanese kanji symbol flashed before her eyes. It caught her eyes. It made her feel safe, so she pocketed the tiny marble.

"Sara!"

"Coming, Mom!" yelled Sara, darting out of the closet. She flicked off the light, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Later that night, Sara lay staring up at the ceiling in her new room. I feel half like I'm in a hotel and half like I'm safe at home, she thought to herself. Why am I getting so used to it so fast?

Sara looked at her dresser to see the marble sitting on a small pillow she had for her old baby-teeth. Now it was serving the purpose of holding Sara's little marble. But what was it? Sara still didn't know exactly what it was, but she knew it wasn't an ordinary marble. Her parents couldn't see the weird symbol on the inside. Neither could her siblings. Something told Sara to find others with the strange marbles, that it would be important someday. That the world could depend on it.

The world? Depend on me? Good one, Sara Lewis, your imagination has just run away with you! thought the young Hawaiian. Sara sat up in bed and leaned up against the headboard. It was the middle of summer, so she had yet to worry about school. AND new friends.

Sara swung her legs over the edge of her bed and looked at the marble. "You're making me loose sleep," she said.

In response, the marble glowed. Sara's eyes widened and she suddenly decided that hiding under the covers was a good idea. She peeked out to see the marble was floating over to her. "What are you?!" she said.

I am the Torrent of the Senshi.

"It talked," said Sara. The way she said it was like as if she had just told her mother her younger sister was watching television.

I am your armor. Soon, you will be called to arms. Find the other four. . .

"Huh? Called to arms? Other four? What the heck are you talking about you crazy talking marble!?" asked Sara. The marble fell onto her bed. Sara stared at it, dumbfounded, and slowly put it back on her dresser.