Title: The Gift, Chapter 4
By Dragoni
Warning: Yaoi alert! That's Boy/Boy love. Not your thing? Don't read it. But don't flame me, either.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Ronin Warriors - I'm just playing with them a little bit. This is fanfiction, I did not make any money off it. (Believe me there!) The only thing that's mine is the idea for the story.
[Sage]
"His journal?" My eyes widen in disbelief. I can't believe Kento's actually suggesting such a thing! He nods simply, contrasting sharply with the decisive shake of my own head. It would just be wrong. He deserves his privacy, just like everyone else. I could never... could I?
"It's just a suggestion, dude. For if ya can't figure something out on your own." He winks at me mischievously. "Trust me, it'll give you one hell of an insight."
I just shake my head again and turn toward the stairs. "Thanks, but I think I'll try to do this my way this time."
"Suit yourself." He shrugs and turns back to the sandwich he's making. "Like I said... it's just an idea. Do you know if we have any mayo?" The sudden shift in subject throws me, and I must think a moment before I answer his question.
"No."
"No, we don't, or no, you don't know?" I just smile secretively and head upstairs. He'll figure it out eventually. Probably not before he wrecks the kitchen looking for it. Insight indeed.
I enter the room, casting a dubious look at the huge pile I have yet to look through. Hell, I'd have to *find* the damn thing first. I glance again at the pile, more carefully this time. Maybe looking for that book wouldn't be *such* a bad idea. I only have an hour or two more, at most. And I still haven't found anything. I doubt I'm even close.
Muttering a soft prayer for forgiveness to gods I'm not sure I believe in, I sort through the books quickly. They go into two piles: Notebooks and Other. The pile of notebooks is surprisingly small. /Maybe this won't be such a task after all./ The thought is accompanied by an almost triumphant smile as I start to page through them.
[Rowen]
The sun's almost completely set now. I should be getting back. I have to talk to Sage. And Cye. Maybe the three of us should talk together. The thought isn't a bad one... But I probably shouldn't. I mean, I don't know how *I* feel about it yet. It wouldn't be fair to force all of us together like that.
Maybe I'll talk to Sage alone first. He's always been able to help me understand myself when I'm confused. It's easier to sort it out with him around. He knows my mind better than I do, I sometimes think.
That's it, then. I loop through the air, heading back to Mia's. It's a short trip, though I must have been nearly a hundred miles away. I love my armor. It makes it so easy to get away from it all.
Noting Cye's car in the driveway, I land on the porch with a loud clank. I wince slightly and will the noisy armor away so I can enter the house silently. I'd rather speak to him without having to run across Torrent's bearer first.
Luckily, it sounds like he's in the kitchen, making dinner. The sharp smack of wood on flesh is followed quickly by Kento's loud protest. I smirk in spite of myself. I've gotta hand it to him... he never gives up.
I ascend the stairs quickly, grinning openly as his muffled explanations drift up to me. They're soon lost, though, as I stand outside our door. It's cracked open, and the light's on. I stand quietly for a moment, trying to make out the deadly whisper of his humongous blade as it cuts the air. Practice sword in the morning, real sword at night. Always... it's his routine. Nearly decapitated me once. That's when I started listening for it, instead of just barging in.
I don't hear it, though. He's probably going to wait until after dinner. I push the door open and step through. I was right... he's not practicing. Instead, he sits on the edge of his bed, a crumpled notebook in his lap.
It looks familiar. Sudden recognition strikes me and I stiffen instantly.
"What do you think you are doing?"
To Be Continued...
By Dragoni
Warning: Yaoi alert! That's Boy/Boy love. Not your thing? Don't read it. But don't flame me, either.
Disclaimers: I don't own the Ronin Warriors - I'm just playing with them a little bit. This is fanfiction, I did not make any money off it. (Believe me there!) The only thing that's mine is the idea for the story.
[Sage]
"His journal?" My eyes widen in disbelief. I can't believe Kento's actually suggesting such a thing! He nods simply, contrasting sharply with the decisive shake of my own head. It would just be wrong. He deserves his privacy, just like everyone else. I could never... could I?
"It's just a suggestion, dude. For if ya can't figure something out on your own." He winks at me mischievously. "Trust me, it'll give you one hell of an insight."
I just shake my head again and turn toward the stairs. "Thanks, but I think I'll try to do this my way this time."
"Suit yourself." He shrugs and turns back to the sandwich he's making. "Like I said... it's just an idea. Do you know if we have any mayo?" The sudden shift in subject throws me, and I must think a moment before I answer his question.
"No."
"No, we don't, or no, you don't know?" I just smile secretively and head upstairs. He'll figure it out eventually. Probably not before he wrecks the kitchen looking for it. Insight indeed.
I enter the room, casting a dubious look at the huge pile I have yet to look through. Hell, I'd have to *find* the damn thing first. I glance again at the pile, more carefully this time. Maybe looking for that book wouldn't be *such* a bad idea. I only have an hour or two more, at most. And I still haven't found anything. I doubt I'm even close.
Muttering a soft prayer for forgiveness to gods I'm not sure I believe in, I sort through the books quickly. They go into two piles: Notebooks and Other. The pile of notebooks is surprisingly small. /Maybe this won't be such a task after all./ The thought is accompanied by an almost triumphant smile as I start to page through them.
[Rowen]
The sun's almost completely set now. I should be getting back. I have to talk to Sage. And Cye. Maybe the three of us should talk together. The thought isn't a bad one... But I probably shouldn't. I mean, I don't know how *I* feel about it yet. It wouldn't be fair to force all of us together like that.
Maybe I'll talk to Sage alone first. He's always been able to help me understand myself when I'm confused. It's easier to sort it out with him around. He knows my mind better than I do, I sometimes think.
That's it, then. I loop through the air, heading back to Mia's. It's a short trip, though I must have been nearly a hundred miles away. I love my armor. It makes it so easy to get away from it all.
Noting Cye's car in the driveway, I land on the porch with a loud clank. I wince slightly and will the noisy armor away so I can enter the house silently. I'd rather speak to him without having to run across Torrent's bearer first.
Luckily, it sounds like he's in the kitchen, making dinner. The sharp smack of wood on flesh is followed quickly by Kento's loud protest. I smirk in spite of myself. I've gotta hand it to him... he never gives up.
I ascend the stairs quickly, grinning openly as his muffled explanations drift up to me. They're soon lost, though, as I stand outside our door. It's cracked open, and the light's on. I stand quietly for a moment, trying to make out the deadly whisper of his humongous blade as it cuts the air. Practice sword in the morning, real sword at night. Always... it's his routine. Nearly decapitated me once. That's when I started listening for it, instead of just barging in.
I don't hear it, though. He's probably going to wait until after dinner. I push the door open and step through. I was right... he's not practicing. Instead, he sits on the edge of his bed, a crumpled notebook in his lap.
It looks familiar. Sudden recognition strikes me and I stiffen instantly.
"What do you think you are doing?"
To Be Continued...