Disclaimer: Do I really need to keep stating that I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo? Che, fine, I'll say it again. I don't own it.

A/N: Hey everyone, it's been awhile, ne? Sorry it took so long, was kinda working on another SDK fic, (psst you should check it out) and got sidetracked. Last I left off, The teens had just skipped school, and are heading off to wherever. All I can say about this chapter is, man, the fun sure begins.

Chapter 2: What the hell kinda gift is this?!

"And just what the hell is this?" asks Ren, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Well it's a sword of course," states the older man, running a hand through his dark blond hair.

"I can see that smartass, what I mean is, why give this to me? It's rusty and dusty, and not to mention," the redhead leans down and takes a whiff of the sword.

Immediately after, she sneezes and stands upright, "It stinks!"

Sighing, the blond man lifts the sword and gently unsheathes it, the iron sliding against the black sheath resulting in a 'shiing' sound.

"This sword belonged to a great grand father of yours," he explains.

"Was he a samurai or something?" asks Ren, staring at him, and the sword, with interest.

"Yes, he was a very powerful one," replies the blond.

"You're not just making this bullshit up, are you Yuu?" questions the redhead skeptically.

"You really don't think of me very highly," mutters Yuu.

Ren smirks, "Hell no. But at least I can cut people with this."

Yuu's eyes widen, "No no no you cannot kill people with this!" he exclaims.

Ren's smirk now widens in an impossible vicious smirk, "Who ever said anything about killing people?"

The blond sighs wearily, "No chopping off limbs, stabbing, cutting off fingers, toes, ears, tongues or clothing," he lists off.

Ren scowls, "Damn, you take the fun out of everything!" she snaps, jabbing a finger at the sword.

"You're going to be the death of me, I can feel it," states Yuu quietly.

The redhead huffs, "Che, whatever. Your death is gonna be something stupid, like tripping over an open Swiss army knife and impaling yourself on it, or getting decapitated by a ceiling fan."

"I don't know whether to be proud of your creativity or disturbed by it," mutters Yuu.

Ren shrugs, "Proud of it. Anyway, I think I'm going to call the others and see if they can come over."

The blond nods slowly, "I guess it's alright, as long as you guys don't burn down the kitchen, have an orgy in my bedroom, eat all my food, meaning the cheese curls are off limits. Also, no sex whatsoever in my house," he lists off again.

Ren chuckles, turning her back on him and starting to walk away, "I'm not making any promises."

Yuu groans in disappointment as she walks inside the house.

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Long pale slender fingers slowly trace the sides of the pure white tea cup, savoring the warmth the liquid inside radiated.

"Oniichan!" snaps the sharp voice of a child sitting nearby.

Hazel eyes blink rapidly, "Eh?" a confused expression on his face.

The child, a little girl of no more than eight years, pouts at him, "Takeru-nii, you're spacing out and your tea is getting cold," she replies.

"Sorry Yukari-chan, I was just thinking about stuff," says Takeru.

Yukari grins, "About Ren-oneechan?" she asks teasingly.

The blond stares back at her blankly, "No, of course not."

"To make u p for ignoring me, you have to fix my hair!" she proclaims.

Rolling his eyes, Takeru scoots closer to her, taking strands of chocolate brown hair and twisting it.

"Hey, Oniichan?" asks the girl hesitantly.

"Hmm?" The long fingers continue to twist and turn the longer stands of hair into a braid.

"Do you hate Otou-san?" questions Yukari.

The teen pauses, "Why are you asking, Ari?"

She fidgets in her chair, "Well I heard some of the maids talking about how Otou-san did bad things to you and your Okaa-san, and you hated him, is that true?" she explains hurriedly.

"Shuuhei certainly isn't my most favored person, but I don't really hate him," replies Takeru.

Yukari breaks into a cheerful grin, "Mmkay! I'm glad, cuz I asked cousin Mitsuko the same question and she gave the same answer. Actually it was a lot longer, but I'm pretty sure she ment the same thing," she babbles.

A single blond eyebrow rises, "Really now? That's interesting."

Suddenly the tune 'Kill all your friends' by My Chemical Romance rings through the air, startling the two siblings (A/N: song I do not own btw!).

"Oh, I guess that's me," murmurs Takeru, retrieving the phone from his pocket with one hand, while resuming hairdresser with his sister.

"Hello?" he says, once pressing the phone against his ear.

"Heeeeyy sexy," purrs the familiar voice on the other line.

The blond breaks into a small grin, "What's up?"

"Ooooh, its Ren-oneechan, isn't it?!" exclaims Yukari excitedly.

"Come over, Yuu just gave me this present, and man it's one hell of a present," replies the redhead.

"What is it?" asks Takeru, tilting his head to the side.

Ren chuckles, "You're gonna have to find out once you get here," she says.

Sighing, the blond takes a hair band and wraps it around the newly finished braid.

"I'll be there soon."

"Cool," chirps Ren, "the others are already here, Takeshi was quick to raid Yuu's fridge. He's gonna be pissed as hell."

"I'm surprised I haven't heard arguing," comments the blond.

"That's cuz everyone is preoccupied with food," explains the redhead.

"Hmm, good plan. Well I'll see you guys in a bit. Later."

"Bye." They hang up quickly.

"You're gonna see Ren-oneechan and the others then?" asks Yukari eagerly.

The blond nods, "Yeah, I'll be back eventually," he stands, and strolls over to the door.

"Use protection!" the girl calls after her brother.

Takeru stops, "I'm not even going to ask," he mutters, and continues on his way.

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"This is it?" asks Takeshi, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Yep. For some reason Yuu felt I'd want or need this piece of crap," replies Ren.

"So glad I found these," pipes up Takeru randomly, plunging his hand back into the bag of cheese curls.

"That's…great Takeru, really," states Ryuu slowly, rolling his eyes.

"This is a really old sword, probably dating back to the-" Nobu's analysis is cut off.

"No one give a shit brat," snaps Takeshi.

The smaller teen glares at him, "Who asked you asshole?" he retorts, eyes narrowed.

Suddenly Yuu appears at the scene, "Who the hell took my cheese curls?" he demands solemnly, gazing about the group.

He gets a whiff of cheese, and his gaze follows the scent, where Takeru sat in a lawn chair, ridding his fingers from a suspicious orange/yellow tint with a long pink tongue.

"AHA!" exclaims the older blond, pointing an accusing finger at the dazed teen, who glances up, "Eh?"

"You're the one who took them!" hisses Yuu.

"Course I didn't. Do you see a bag here?" replies Takeru innocently.

"YOU'RE LICKING THE CHEESE FROM YOUR FINGERS YOU BASTARD!" snarls Yuu.

"It's all in your head," states Takeru seriously, earning snickers from his companions, who couldn't bring themselves to assist Ren's guardian.

Just as Yuu starts to advance on the space-case, a wad of bills gets thrust under his nose.

"Go buy yourself something nice," says Ren, then turns her attention back to the others without a second glance.

Yuu takes a closer look at the wad of bills, and makes a discovery,

"THIS IS MONOPOLY MONEY!"

"Anyway, do you guys think I should hang this up in my room?" asks Ren, ignoring the fuming blond.

"Maybe not, cuz what if it falls? It'll either kill you or cause major damage," replies Takeshi.

"He's got a good point," says Nobu, "Just put it in the corner of your room or something," he suggests.

In an angry huff, Yuu marches away, crumpling the monopoly money in hand.

Once he had left, Ryuu pipes up, "You're so ruthless Ren-chan," holding back chuckles of amusement.

The redhead grins, "Naw, not really." She pulls up her left knee to her chest.

"Aw, now the cheese curls are gone," Takeru says in disappointment, trying in vain to shake the remnants of the bag into his opened mouth.

The others just stare at him silently.

"So what do we do now?" asks Nobu.

Takeshi picks up the sword and unsheathes it, slowly making slashes through the air, "I say we play around with this!" he says.

Scowling, Ren folds her left leg under her, and reaches for the sword as the gray haired teen was slicing downward through the air.

"Oi that's not a toy dickhead quit playing around!" she snaps.

The door to the fence in the backyard opens, revealing a tall girl with ash blond hair cut to her neck, bangs covering the left side of her face, visible chocolate brown eye narrowed, "Takeru!"

The blond blinks twice, "Mitsuko? What are you doing here?" he questions.

The girl places her hands on her hips and glares, "Shuuhei-sama wishes to speak with you," she states.

Takeru opens his mouth in a retort, but gets interrupted by,

"Ouch you dirty son of a bitch! You cut my finger!" snarls Ren, putting pressure on her right middle finger, rivulets of blood trickling down her wrist.

She grabs the sword by it's blade, careful of it's sharp edge, and as soon as her blood touches the blade, something happens.

A bright crimson light descends upon them, illuminating the sword, great gusts of wind whipping through the air, harsh enough to sting the skin.

"That the hell is going on?!" screams Ryuu over the loud roaring of the wind around them.

"I've no idea, but it's this damn baboons' fault!" replies Ren, pointing an accusing finger at Takeshi.

"What?! It's your own freaking fault!" retorts the angry gray haired teen, "Shitty prostitute-bitch," he mutters, but it's swallowed up by the wind.

"Drop the sword!" shouts Nobu, panicked,

Ren glances at him in realization, and a moment passes, a look of alarm settling upon her features.

"Well what are you waiting for, new years?! Drop it!" shouts Mitsuko sharply.

The redhead glares, "I can't you shithead!"

The other teen stare at her with wide, alarmed eyes.

Suddenly, the roaring gets louder, and with a single long, loud shriek, the light engulfs them completely.

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End chapter. So what did ya think? It's kinda short, just noticed that now. Heh. So Takeru has a little sister, and a cousin, who seems like a bitch so far, right? Hope this will satisfy you guys for awhile, the other chapters are longer, and I'm working on them rapidly, so as soon as I get some reviews, I'll type up chapter 3, which is a real laugh. So please review, no flames and all that. Ja ne!

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