By Koori Arashi
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Hi all! I've decided to try and make this into a series type of thing, so each lovable boy will have their own high school oriented moment. This chapter was a lot of fun and mostly written at 2 in the morning, so please, be kind. I just had to mess with Kento's life (poor guy) and see Rowen in bed… *giggles* I have an idea for my next episode (Rowen), but after that I'm stuck. Please, if you have any ideas, let me know! Oh and you know the drill… I don't own the Ronin Warriors/Yordin Samurai Troopers or have the rights to Papa Roach's music. So don't sue! |
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Autumn. A colorful, relaxing time. A hiatus from the usual bustle of life. A… An icy wind tore at his body… The beginning of freaking winter! The boy was pulling an orange and blue ribbed scarf out of his bag, when the wind whipped up again and ripped it from his grasp. Shit! He stood still for a moment, watching it tumble down the street, before he growled and started chasing it. After only a few minor mishaps involving a couple of pedestrians, a red convertible, and an invisible guard rail, Kento Rei Faun finally caught his scarf. I almost wish I hadn't… Said scarf was covered with leaves, mud, and a fresh wad of pink gum. Carefully, he held it by one corner and glared. The Ronin of Hardrock would have dearly liked to shred the cursed thing, but he couldn't. First, it was just a lousy bunch of knotted up wool, clearly below him. Second, it couldn't fight back – an unfair fight. Third, (and the most important point of all)… Mama Faun would skin him alive for destroying her precious creation. After all, its current state of mess would probably earn him a good week of scouring dishes. Kento shuddered… I may enjoy eating, but cleaning up after others… no thank you.
Sighing, Kento carefully folded up the item and stowed it away in his book bag. Then, he shifted his sight to the apartment building at the end of the block.
Kento knocked on the door of the apartment softly… either Strata was conscious, or he wasn't… he certainly didn't need to wake up the entire floor to determine that. He fished out his key and opened the door. Peering through the haziness, he called out, "Yo Rowen? You up yet?" A snore ripped through the silence. Kento rolled his eyes – of course not, a morning without pain would be too much to ask. He stopped in the door way of the bedroom and snickered. What a sight. Rowen had not only managed to turn himself around in bed, but the upper half of his body was hanging off the side, while his leg were climbing the wall… not to mention that the remains of a shattered alarm clock were strewn across the floor. Kento sighed and began Phase 1: Fog horn, "ROOOOOOOOOWWWWEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!! Get your ass up NOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!" He ducked as what looked like a shoe flew at his head. Phase 2: Cattle prod. Kento's eyes scanned the room before discovering the pool stick. Grabbing it he slowly began to poke Rowen. This caused the other boy to roll over, muttering irritably. So far, so good. He did it again and again and again… until he elicited a reaction… and it seemed that Rowen did not like the pool stick. The half conscious Ronin grabbed the stick and rammed it into Kento's stomach before spin-tossing it away. Kento went down hard. Rowen Hashiba was not going to wake-up that morning. Hanging his head in defeat, Kento moved onto Phase 3: Soak 'em - the last resort action that could cost you your life. Kento scooped up the human rag doll and lugged him into the bathroom, dumping him into the shower. Glancing up at the ceiling he prayed, Please, let me survive this… and turned on the cold water. The high pitched squeal was deafening.
Having successfully revived Rowen, the Chinese boy stumbled into the kitchen to nurse his wounds - he pulled out a bowl and his personal store of Lucky Charms. He paused, listening to Rowen's broken grumbling was amusing… that is if smiling didn't hurt so much. Slowly, he started to eat, silently ad-libbing the words to one of his favorite Papa Roach songs, "She loves me not" – or in this case "Rowen loves me not…"
Glancing down at his watch, Kento still bobbed with the silent music. Hmmmmmmmm It's 6: 43 a.m. That's nice. He froze. 6:43 a.m… class starts at 6:50 a.m…. many blocks to school… SHIT! "ROWEN! Get your ass in gear! We're gonna be late!" he bellowed. He heard some muffled cursing from the other room as he quickly tried to shovel the last of his cereal into his mouth. Moments later a disheveled Strata stumbled into the room and proceeded to drag him through the door without stopping. "But – Rowen… you gotta eat!" Kento tried to protest, but with the food still in his mouth, it came out a little garbled… and a little chunky. Rowen sent him a glassy-eyed, I hate you without my coffee kind of glare before growling, "No TIME!" and dragging a befuddled Kento out the door.
*puff* *puff* *gasp* *grunt* The hunger pangs weren't making it any easier. I mean, I've only had some French toast, eggs, bacon, and that cereal from Rowen's this morning… He could almost hear his friends' laughter. *sigh* Growing boys need to eat don't they!?!? The laughter became louder. Kento looked up and noticed that the others Ronins had gathered around the main gates of school. Rowen was bent double, gasping for breath as Cye hovered near-by playing "mother hen". Sage was leaning against the far side of the gate, surveying the group. And Ryo sat perched on one of the wooden benches, cracking up. Kento frowned. Sounds like oh mighty leader needs to learn a lesson… hmmmm, I think a trip into the bushes sounds humbling enough. With that, Hardrock let out a burst of speed. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Sage raise an eyebrow at him before smirking. Ryo didn't have a chance. The Kento express plowed into him at 15 mph and kept on going, essentially using the falling Wildfire as a human bridge to the ground. Kento found the feminine squeal and thud very satisfying. Jogging up the stairs, he looked over his shoulder, flashed a peace sign at his friends, and ran off to class. He collapsed in his seat just as the late bell rang… and the class' homeroom keeper began rattling off the morning's announcements. School hard… ha! What a joke, it was the getting to school that was the nightmare! |