The Real Ronin Warriors
"Oh, honey?" a sweet and melodious voice beckoned from the family room. "There's the cutest thing on T.V.! You just HAVE to see it!"
Sliding down his black framed glasses, Touma Hashiba rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, willing the aching between his eyes to go away. "All right, dear, be there in a second!" Sighing, he pushed his chair away from the table, stretching and popping the various vertebras in his back, glad to relieve some of the tension he felt.
Bare feet padding across the wooden floor, the twenty eight year old professor made his way through the hallway into the family room. He could just hear the blaring of explosions mixed with the happy gurglings of his son. Smiling, he wondered what stupid cartoon his wife had found to expose their young child to. She sure did love those... And he had to admit that a few were pretty funny. Too bad HE hadn't gotten to watch those idiotic little things when he was a child.
"SAGE! WATCH OUT!"
"So. Whatcha watchin'?" Touma drawled, arriving behind his wife to surprise her with a kiss before planting one on the head of his fuzzy little son's.
"There is the most ADORABLE show on, Touma!" his wife gushed, a blinding smile on her face, happiness and excitement radiating from her. "It's called Ronin Warriors and it's based after you and your friends!"
"What?" he managed before turning to see a blue haired youth yell, "Arrow Shock Wave!" and blast a pretty lame eighties looking arrow into nothingness.
"See? That's you, honey!" the woman next to him smiled some more.
"Me?" he answered numbly, absently running his hand through his light brown hair. "But my hair isn't blue. And my name is Touma Hashiba. Who's this guy?"
"He's Rowen, which is what the translated of your name would be, honey or something like that, i guess. ^.^ And remember? When you were a teenager you used to dye your hair blue. It was so cute!" *smile smile* ^.^ ^.^
Sitting down on the armrest of his sky blue sofa, Touma stared at the screen some more to see five teenagers gather together and face a large head. It all seemed to be something that only a crackpot would come up with. "What's this all about?"
"Well, I think that those guys are going to save the world by defeating that funny floating head thingie. And so, anyways, the blue one is you, Rowen, the blonde one is your friend Seiji, Sage, the auburn haired one is Shin, Cye, the blue black haired boy is Shuu, Kento, and the black haired boy is Ryo, Ryo. Isn't it all so adorable?"
"Yeah... But how do you know that it's us? I mean, we never did anything like that as far as I can remember, so..." Touma continued, still confused.
"Well, you remember that little comic book series that company, what was it? Sunrise, ah.... something.... did on you guys? Shin, Ryo, and you had come up with the storyline and sold it to various companies, including CLAMP because it was so popular. And then you gave the legal rights over to Seiji. During the commercial the animating company interviewed him, in which he told how he had sold the story to the company years ago but was very pleased that it had finally come to air here in America. Isn't that wonderful?"
"I guess, Lili, but Seiji never said anything to me about that," Touma answered thoughtfully. "He'd never do anything as irresponsible as selling the story without conversing with us first. Perhaps he's in some sort of financial trouble?"
"But didn't you tell me that he's the head of that major dojo, the Date dojo? It's one of the top dojos of Japan. Why would he need money? His family is loaded."
"I don't know but--"
"Come on, Ryo! What are you waiting for? Let's just smash in and cook Talpa!"
"Come on, Rowen, we can't just go in without a plan."
"He's right, Rowen, we need to think clearly."
"Aw, Sage! You're no fun, man! I'm all with Rowen here, let's just push in and I'LL give Talpa a Hard Rock Homecoming! Yeah!"
"You never think, Kento."
"What did you say, Sage?! Wanna say that again?!"
"Now, now, come on, guys, we've gotta stick together."
"Is that SHIN with the British accent?" Touma gasped, laughing. "He's JAPANESE! Why would he have a BRITISH accent?"
Okay, that's the first VERY short installment. It's a new thing I'm trying. If I get at least five reviews I'll continue. Not until then though. So... Here's hoping! ^.^ ^.-
Until later everyones! Ja ne!
Keebler (nickname, everyone, nickname) ^_-
"Oh, honey?" a sweet and melodious voice beckoned from the family room. "There's the cutest thing on T.V.! You just HAVE to see it!"
Sliding down his black framed glasses, Touma Hashiba rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, willing the aching between his eyes to go away. "All right, dear, be there in a second!" Sighing, he pushed his chair away from the table, stretching and popping the various vertebras in his back, glad to relieve some of the tension he felt.
Bare feet padding across the wooden floor, the twenty eight year old professor made his way through the hallway into the family room. He could just hear the blaring of explosions mixed with the happy gurglings of his son. Smiling, he wondered what stupid cartoon his wife had found to expose their young child to. She sure did love those... And he had to admit that a few were pretty funny. Too bad HE hadn't gotten to watch those idiotic little things when he was a child.
"SAGE! WATCH OUT!"
"So. Whatcha watchin'?" Touma drawled, arriving behind his wife to surprise her with a kiss before planting one on the head of his fuzzy little son's.
"There is the most ADORABLE show on, Touma!" his wife gushed, a blinding smile on her face, happiness and excitement radiating from her. "It's called Ronin Warriors and it's based after you and your friends!"
"What?" he managed before turning to see a blue haired youth yell, "Arrow Shock Wave!" and blast a pretty lame eighties looking arrow into nothingness.
"See? That's you, honey!" the woman next to him smiled some more.
"Me?" he answered numbly, absently running his hand through his light brown hair. "But my hair isn't blue. And my name is Touma Hashiba. Who's this guy?"
"He's Rowen, which is what the translated of your name would be, honey or something like that, i guess. ^.^ And remember? When you were a teenager you used to dye your hair blue. It was so cute!" *smile smile* ^.^ ^.^
Sitting down on the armrest of his sky blue sofa, Touma stared at the screen some more to see five teenagers gather together and face a large head. It all seemed to be something that only a crackpot would come up with. "What's this all about?"
"Well, I think that those guys are going to save the world by defeating that funny floating head thingie. And so, anyways, the blue one is you, Rowen, the blonde one is your friend Seiji, Sage, the auburn haired one is Shin, Cye, the blue black haired boy is Shuu, Kento, and the black haired boy is Ryo, Ryo. Isn't it all so adorable?"
"Yeah... But how do you know that it's us? I mean, we never did anything like that as far as I can remember, so..." Touma continued, still confused.
"Well, you remember that little comic book series that company, what was it? Sunrise, ah.... something.... did on you guys? Shin, Ryo, and you had come up with the storyline and sold it to various companies, including CLAMP because it was so popular. And then you gave the legal rights over to Seiji. During the commercial the animating company interviewed him, in which he told how he had sold the story to the company years ago but was very pleased that it had finally come to air here in America. Isn't that wonderful?"
"I guess, Lili, but Seiji never said anything to me about that," Touma answered thoughtfully. "He'd never do anything as irresponsible as selling the story without conversing with us first. Perhaps he's in some sort of financial trouble?"
"But didn't you tell me that he's the head of that major dojo, the Date dojo? It's one of the top dojos of Japan. Why would he need money? His family is loaded."
"I don't know but--"
"Come on, Ryo! What are you waiting for? Let's just smash in and cook Talpa!"
"Come on, Rowen, we can't just go in without a plan."
"He's right, Rowen, we need to think clearly."
"Aw, Sage! You're no fun, man! I'm all with Rowen here, let's just push in and I'LL give Talpa a Hard Rock Homecoming! Yeah!"
"You never think, Kento."
"What did you say, Sage?! Wanna say that again?!"
"Now, now, come on, guys, we've gotta stick together."
"Is that SHIN with the British accent?" Touma gasped, laughing. "He's JAPANESE! Why would he have a BRITISH accent?"
Okay, that's the first VERY short installment. It's a new thing I'm trying. If I get at least five reviews I'll continue. Not until then though. So... Here's hoping! ^.^ ^.-
Until later everyones! Ja ne!
Keebler (nickname, everyone, nickname) ^_-