A/N: Just for review, I do not own YST, RW, or Ranma 1/2, but Sora and
Jess-chan are my characters for me to do with as I wish*maniac
laughter*...so...keep that in mind. This Chapter is about Seiji (seeing the
pattern with the chapter titles yet?), and this entire fic actually spawned
when I was listening to Tenku den one day and started thing about this
chapter a little. Anyway...more translations for new words(I think there's
two) at the end. Thank you so much for reading this fic so far^_^
Chapter 2:Date
Suddenly, the phone rang. Shin released from the embrace, and headed over to his blue plastic phone. Shin loved that phone. It was a parrotfish, so called because it had a mouth shaped like a parrot's beak, and fins that go up and down instead of side-to-side. Shin picked it up and spoke,
"Hello, Mouri residence-"
"Shin! You gotta help! Ojii-sama was training Sora, and totally beat her up, 'cause he was mad at someone he was drinking with last night, and he threatened to beat her up again if she couldn't block all of his attacks so she ran off! An-and... I still don't have a car!" came the frantic voice of Sora's older brother. Be he needn't have said two words, because Shin could sense the worry in his voice and he was only ever worried about her.
"I'm on my way," Shin said, and hung up the phone and grabbed his short off the dresser.
"What is it?" Seiji asked as Shin threw his a water-proof windbreaker from the top drawer. Shin grabbed the other windbreaker and a blanket from the closet.
"We have to go find Sora," Shin answered as he grabbed Seiji's flashlight off the floor, "let's go."
Seiji looked at Shin. "Not wearing pants today?" he questioned. Shin sighed and pulled some cargo shorts out of a drawer and hastily put them on while Seiji did the same.
They ran down the stairs and Shin's mind raced through all the possibilities of things that could happen to Sora in this weather, in the middle of the night, injured. He grabbed the first aid kit and keys to his car off a shelf in the kitchen and headed for the garage, Seiji close behind.
"Nice car," Seiji said, looking at the small light blue Mazda convertible. Shin smiled and unlocked the doors, getting in the driver's side (right side). Seiji got in on the other side and marveled at the beautiful interior.
"I know, Sora gave it to me last birthday. She knew I needed a new car, or I would have to drive *that* when I got my licence ," Shin pointed at the other car in the garage and Seiji raised an eyebrow. It was ugly, old and looked like it would fall apart if you opened the door.
Shin pulled out of the garage and into the pouring rain. He thought about telling Seiji to "keep and eye out" for Sora, but saw that he was already scanning the side of the road for her.
***
Several hours of searching, later, they passed Seiji's dojo, and Shin noticed something on his porch, and pulled over his car, as Seiji jumped out and ran to the front door. There he found Sora, curled up in a ball, shivering and unconscious. He knelt down next to her, to make sure she was still alive; thankfully, she was. Shin ran over with the blanket, and, picking her up, wrapped it about her, and ran back to the car.
Shin being the only one of the Troopers who could drive, Seiji had to hold Sora on the way back to Shin's house. Her wet hair dripped on to Seiji's already wet windbreaker, and he carefully looked her over a bit. *Good thing Hahaoya taught me a bunch of doctorly stuff over the years*. She had an interesting gash on her left leg, but other than that, all her injuries were bruises and scratches.
"She'll be fine, Shin. She's just exhausted and cold," Shin smiled at Seiji, but he could see the worry in his eyes. Shin loved Sora, and constantly worried about her. This just made it worse. Seiji decided to get Shin's mind off his worries.
"When I was little, Ojii-san dressed me up as a girl," Shin looked at his friend, slight confusion in his eyes, "I had some strange disease, so he figured the gods thought we had too plentiful good fortune. So he dressed me up as a girl to fool the gods." Shin continued to stare at the soaked road, but Seiji could tell he was listening.
"Oni always made fun of me. Pulling my hair, and calling me "Seijiko- chan". Adding the "ko" to make it sound like a girls name. *She's* probably the reason why I fear girls. But my anti-social tendencies are not a result of her. I was a little boy, trapped in the costume of a little girl. I never wanted to play with girls, and boys didn't want to play with me. I would just play with my little ball with the bell in it, like some sort of cat, all day long."As he finished, he almost felt like laughing, it seemed so silly now.
"Poor Seiji-kun," Sora whispered, half awake. Seiji looked down at her, her eyes half open, and she smiled at him, like a newborn child in his lap.
"Sora!" Shin yelled happily pulling the car to the side of the road. He smiled at her, and reached for her, but she quickly corrected him.
"Shin! Don't pull over on this busy street! Some drunk will hit you!" He smiled at her consideration, for he could see in her eyes, that all she wanted at that moment was to have Shin hold her in his arms and never, ever let her go. He pulled the car back out onto the street, and Seiji carefully pushed her head back to his chest. He still wasn't sure how much blood she lost, and sitting up like she had just done must have given her a nauseating head rush. Sora went along with it, laid her head on Seiji's chest, and softly exhaled as Seiji continued his story.
"Ojii-san was practically the only friend I had, and all he really did was train me. Hahaoya was often at work, and Oni was into guys. She would sometimes bring them over so she could make fun of me, saying 'that *is* my brother' when her boyfriends would ask 'didn't you have a brother?'. There were times when I hated her so much, but I couldn't do anything, because I was so young, and as far as the gods were concerned, a girl," Seiji looked down at Sora, and noticed she had either fallen asleep of passed out, probably the latter. Shin's mind wandered as he drove through the rain, this little story explaining so much about his friend, and his personality. Explained why he was so quiet. Why he never liked girls in any part of the six years Shin had been his friend. Why Seiji had been so tentative to let Sora become his friend. Why he hated his sister so much. Shin figured Seiji was just trying to make Shin more comfortable about telling him so much about his life, but it definatly worked.
"Seiji," Shin began, and Seiji looked over at him, "did you ever have any friends before me? I mean, real friends, not Ojii-san, but friends around your age?" Seiji thought this over for a second and quickly responded.
"No, the first five years of school, I just sat in the back of the room, quietly, and non-chalantly doing my work. I always got A's... except on the assignments where we had to work in a group. I usually did horribly on those. Teachers in Japan have always taught children to assimilate well into groups, so that the combined group can do some thing great, where several individuals would have not done near as well. That's why I was always told I would succeed most in America, where individuality is supported."
Shin thought this over in his head, and although it made sense, he would never be willing to give his friend to America. He was going to keep Seiji in Japan as long as possible.
A/N: No, my grandfather does not beat me up. My grandfather (the one that's still alive by the way) lives several hundred miles away, does not train me in martial arts, or even drink! If you haven't noticed from some of my other works, my character's name is often Saotome Sora, as it is in this as well. Saotome aka Saotome Ranma being my brother aka Saotome Genma being my Ojii-sama. I will explain about him in a chapter to come. Please feel free to review me. I'll love you forever^_^ and now...for translations:
Ojii-sama: Grandfather
Ojii-san: less formal...like Grandpa
Hahaoya: Mother
That's all for chapter 2!
Chapter 2:Date
Suddenly, the phone rang. Shin released from the embrace, and headed over to his blue plastic phone. Shin loved that phone. It was a parrotfish, so called because it had a mouth shaped like a parrot's beak, and fins that go up and down instead of side-to-side. Shin picked it up and spoke,
"Hello, Mouri residence-"
"Shin! You gotta help! Ojii-sama was training Sora, and totally beat her up, 'cause he was mad at someone he was drinking with last night, and he threatened to beat her up again if she couldn't block all of his attacks so she ran off! An-and... I still don't have a car!" came the frantic voice of Sora's older brother. Be he needn't have said two words, because Shin could sense the worry in his voice and he was only ever worried about her.
"I'm on my way," Shin said, and hung up the phone and grabbed his short off the dresser.
"What is it?" Seiji asked as Shin threw his a water-proof windbreaker from the top drawer. Shin grabbed the other windbreaker and a blanket from the closet.
"We have to go find Sora," Shin answered as he grabbed Seiji's flashlight off the floor, "let's go."
Seiji looked at Shin. "Not wearing pants today?" he questioned. Shin sighed and pulled some cargo shorts out of a drawer and hastily put them on while Seiji did the same.
They ran down the stairs and Shin's mind raced through all the possibilities of things that could happen to Sora in this weather, in the middle of the night, injured. He grabbed the first aid kit and keys to his car off a shelf in the kitchen and headed for the garage, Seiji close behind.
"Nice car," Seiji said, looking at the small light blue Mazda convertible. Shin smiled and unlocked the doors, getting in the driver's side (right side). Seiji got in on the other side and marveled at the beautiful interior.
"I know, Sora gave it to me last birthday. She knew I needed a new car, or I would have to drive *that* when I got my licence ," Shin pointed at the other car in the garage and Seiji raised an eyebrow. It was ugly, old and looked like it would fall apart if you opened the door.
Shin pulled out of the garage and into the pouring rain. He thought about telling Seiji to "keep and eye out" for Sora, but saw that he was already scanning the side of the road for her.
***
Several hours of searching, later, they passed Seiji's dojo, and Shin noticed something on his porch, and pulled over his car, as Seiji jumped out and ran to the front door. There he found Sora, curled up in a ball, shivering and unconscious. He knelt down next to her, to make sure she was still alive; thankfully, she was. Shin ran over with the blanket, and, picking her up, wrapped it about her, and ran back to the car.
Shin being the only one of the Troopers who could drive, Seiji had to hold Sora on the way back to Shin's house. Her wet hair dripped on to Seiji's already wet windbreaker, and he carefully looked her over a bit. *Good thing Hahaoya taught me a bunch of doctorly stuff over the years*. She had an interesting gash on her left leg, but other than that, all her injuries were bruises and scratches.
"She'll be fine, Shin. She's just exhausted and cold," Shin smiled at Seiji, but he could see the worry in his eyes. Shin loved Sora, and constantly worried about her. This just made it worse. Seiji decided to get Shin's mind off his worries.
"When I was little, Ojii-san dressed me up as a girl," Shin looked at his friend, slight confusion in his eyes, "I had some strange disease, so he figured the gods thought we had too plentiful good fortune. So he dressed me up as a girl to fool the gods." Shin continued to stare at the soaked road, but Seiji could tell he was listening.
"Oni always made fun of me. Pulling my hair, and calling me "Seijiko- chan". Adding the "ko" to make it sound like a girls name. *She's* probably the reason why I fear girls. But my anti-social tendencies are not a result of her. I was a little boy, trapped in the costume of a little girl. I never wanted to play with girls, and boys didn't want to play with me. I would just play with my little ball with the bell in it, like some sort of cat, all day long."As he finished, he almost felt like laughing, it seemed so silly now.
"Poor Seiji-kun," Sora whispered, half awake. Seiji looked down at her, her eyes half open, and she smiled at him, like a newborn child in his lap.
"Sora!" Shin yelled happily pulling the car to the side of the road. He smiled at her, and reached for her, but she quickly corrected him.
"Shin! Don't pull over on this busy street! Some drunk will hit you!" He smiled at her consideration, for he could see in her eyes, that all she wanted at that moment was to have Shin hold her in his arms and never, ever let her go. He pulled the car back out onto the street, and Seiji carefully pushed her head back to his chest. He still wasn't sure how much blood she lost, and sitting up like she had just done must have given her a nauseating head rush. Sora went along with it, laid her head on Seiji's chest, and softly exhaled as Seiji continued his story.
"Ojii-san was practically the only friend I had, and all he really did was train me. Hahaoya was often at work, and Oni was into guys. She would sometimes bring them over so she could make fun of me, saying 'that *is* my brother' when her boyfriends would ask 'didn't you have a brother?'. There were times when I hated her so much, but I couldn't do anything, because I was so young, and as far as the gods were concerned, a girl," Seiji looked down at Sora, and noticed she had either fallen asleep of passed out, probably the latter. Shin's mind wandered as he drove through the rain, this little story explaining so much about his friend, and his personality. Explained why he was so quiet. Why he never liked girls in any part of the six years Shin had been his friend. Why Seiji had been so tentative to let Sora become his friend. Why he hated his sister so much. Shin figured Seiji was just trying to make Shin more comfortable about telling him so much about his life, but it definatly worked.
"Seiji," Shin began, and Seiji looked over at him, "did you ever have any friends before me? I mean, real friends, not Ojii-san, but friends around your age?" Seiji thought this over for a second and quickly responded.
"No, the first five years of school, I just sat in the back of the room, quietly, and non-chalantly doing my work. I always got A's... except on the assignments where we had to work in a group. I usually did horribly on those. Teachers in Japan have always taught children to assimilate well into groups, so that the combined group can do some thing great, where several individuals would have not done near as well. That's why I was always told I would succeed most in America, where individuality is supported."
Shin thought this over in his head, and although it made sense, he would never be willing to give his friend to America. He was going to keep Seiji in Japan as long as possible.
A/N: No, my grandfather does not beat me up. My grandfather (the one that's still alive by the way) lives several hundred miles away, does not train me in martial arts, or even drink! If you haven't noticed from some of my other works, my character's name is often Saotome Sora, as it is in this as well. Saotome aka Saotome Ranma being my brother aka Saotome Genma being my Ojii-sama. I will explain about him in a chapter to come. Please feel free to review me. I'll love you forever^_^ and now...for translations:
Ojii-sama: Grandfather
Ojii-san: less formal...like Grandpa
Hahaoya: Mother
That's all for chapter 2!