Disclaimer: I don't own: the Samurai Troopers, Nasuti, and all that stuff, but the plot and everything else is mine and mine alone! In this, the OAVs never happened. Non-yaoi. Sorry if you don't like that.
Fate's SamuraiBy: Onna Ooji
Chapter 1 A Reunion of Old Friends*Flash back*
Two groups of girls (who 6 to 13-years-old, nine total) are greeting each other for the first time. Five of them are wearing what looks like, what is called, mystical armor. One in red, one in green, one in orange, one in blue, and one in dark blue. The other four in uniform that have 2 basic pieces of armor: boots that cover the lower part of the leg, and a piece that upper half of their chest and a left shoulder pad. A dress like material that cover the bottom half and upper half the thigh. Each one has a different colored "skirt" and "boots". One is in black armor and has a dark gray skirt, one is in very dark green, one is in pinkish-red, and one is in light green. Also, they wore: a bracelet, in the middle, on their upper arm that was one-third the size of their upper arm, and a mask that covered the top part of the face.
GIRL IN RED ARMOR & GIRL IN BLACK AND DARK GREY UNIFORM: Hello!
(They shake hands. The girl in the orange armor feels that there is something in her armor. She pulls it out.)GIRL IN ORANGE ARMOR: Oh! That's where I put my steak dinner!
(All the other girls look at her, and make a face of disgust at the 2-week-old steak.)
EVERYONE: Yyyyyyyyuuuuucccckkkkk!
(Everything becomes blurry and you here a familiar voice of a man calling "Nasuti, Nasuti, wake up!" Then, suddenly a pair of hands grabs the girl in the black and gray uniform.)
BLACK AND GRAY: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
(End of flashback)
"Hum, what?" Nasuti jerks upward and screams... "Help her!!!!!"
"Um, Nasuti?" inquires Shuu.
"Um? What is it Shuu?"
"I need to go to the supermarket. Can I barrow your jeep and some money?"
"It depends on how long the list is. You still awe quite a bit of money."
"It's not long." Shuu says while looking at the floor.
"Let me see."
Nasuti holds out her hand for the list. Shuu, still looking at the floor, reluctantly gives her the list. Then she yells in an out rage.
"Fifty pounds of beef!!! Shuu, that much beef would cost like 180,000 yen! I may be rich, but I'm not made of money! Anyway, can you even cook beef?"
"Twenty pounds?" pleads Shuu.
"Two pounds!"
"Ten pounds?"
"Two!"
"Five?"
Nasuti glares at him angrily and yells…'TWO!!!!!!!!!!'
"All-right, two pounds it is." Gives up Shuu while pouting
"I'll just do the shopping." Says Nasuti.
Shuu begins to walk out of the room.
"Hey, wait! Shuu, where are the other guys? I know that Jun couldn't come over today, but what about the other Samurai?"
"Oh, they went into town a few hours ago when you were a sleep." Answers Shuu.
Shuu starts to pout again and mutters…
"Seiji said that he wouldn't waste any of his hard earned money by giving me some 'cause I would waste it on 'nothing but' food."
Shuu makes a very-pissed-off look and squints his eyes, a very weird look. *u*
"That's-ah-nice Shuu, but if I'm going to shop, I've must go now! But if you want, I can put Seiji on the spot about the money, since it is partly his fault I have to spend money on you."
"Cool." Shuu says in a very down/sad voice.
**************************Later that day…**************************'Dear Kami-sama, does Shuu's list ever end!' complains Nasuti in her head.
Suddenly she sees a familiar blonde hairstyle in the corner of her eye.
'The bangs are just like Seiji's, but the actual hair length is much too long. No, it can't be Seiji because it's a girl. Seventeen, maybe eighteen years I'm guessing.'
Nasuti's eyes widen.
"Hikari?"
She takes a few steps closer to the mysterious 18-year-old blonde girl.
"Could it be?"
She says in a louder voice so that the girl could hear her… "Hikari?"
'Hikari' perks her head up.
"Umm, what? That voice is… familiar." Says 'Hikari'
An image of a 6-year-old Nasuti flashes in front of her eyes.
"Um… Nasuti?" She turns around and says louder… "Nasuti!"
"Ah!!!!!!!!! It's you! I can't believe it!" They both say at once.
They hug each other.
"I can't believe this! It's been so long!" cries Hikari
"Neither can I. What are you doing here?" Nasuti starts to frown. "Well, that was a stupid question. It's a supermarket no-da!"
"Rika and Shinrai are here with me. They're in the-"
"Seafood aisle, ne?" finishes Nasuti.
"Hai."
"I remember that she always started whimpering when we went passed or into anything having to do with killing things that live in the water. She doesn't still do…"
"You bet she still does!" Hikari says as she places a hand to cover her face. She tilts her head downwards.
"Fish Girl." They say, shaking their heads
Nasuti and Hikari start heading over to the seafood aisle.
"Why is Rika listening to 'Fish Girl' mope over the death of her fishy allies?" Nasuti asks sarcastically.
"We flipped a coin to see who had to make sure Fishy didn't do anything extremely stupid. I won and she lost."
They stop near the opening of the aisle. One can see two girls in the aisle, from this view. The smaller girl has light blue hair and a light shade of brown for eyes, which are glistening in tears, is holding a package of fish. The taller one has majestic purple hair and sapphire eyes. The latter of the two is staring at the floor with her hand covering her face, at the stupidity of what she has to stand through.
'Hikari, I will make you suffer for this.' Swears Rika.
She glances up to see Shinrai/'Fish Girl' (the other girl) moping still.
'We should set up a day when 'Fish Girl' mope over the death of her wet friends, to save time at the supermarket… …or just leave her at home whenever we go grocery shopping. The girl should have grown out of this years ago.'
Hikari and Nasuti watch as Shinrai wipes over the thought of fish dieing in nets. Suddenly an idea pops into Hikari's head.
Hikari whispers into Nasuti's ear *Why don't you surprise them!*
Nasuti smirks a yes.
Nasuti steps in back of Hikari. Making sure that the other 2 girls couldn't see Nasuti, Hikari nonchalantly calls over to them.
"Hey Shinrai-san, Rika-san! I have something that might cheer you up." Hikari starts to smirk a devilish smile as Rika and Shinrai turn their heads towards her direction.
Rika cocks an eyebrow.
'I do not want to know. I truly do not want to know!' she says to herself.
'I'll be happy if you joined the S.T.I.F.F. and donated 100,000 yen to it.' Thinks Shinrai. A/N: Save The Innocent Fish Foundation
Nasuti then jumps from back of Hikari.
"HI THERE!" cries Nasuti.
Rika and Shinrai's mouths drop open in shock after a second to register whom the brunette was.
"Have we met?" ask Rika and Shinrai simultaneously.
"Wasn't your name…"
"Nasuti?"
"Nasuti-san? Shinrai-san? Hikari-san? Rika-san?" cries another girl in the next aisle.
Each girl's head perks up in the order that they heard their name. Rika smirks slightly.
"What the hell?" states Hikari.
"Hey your, your, um" fakes Rika, though only the 'Forgotten Name Girl' knows it.
"Um, um?" Nasuti stutters, racking her brain to remember.
The girl cocks an eyebrow.
"Shoku … or something like that?" Shinrai says, whacking her head in hope of a clue.
"Shoku? Shokuyo?" Rika scratches her like she can remember, but is failing in eradicating herself of an obvious grin.
"Shokuyoku!" Shokuyoku growls. "Rika," she spats, "if you don't remember who I am in such-"
"Shoku-chan, you're over reacting to a 'my own personal jo-" Rika has a silly grin on her face.
"Soo desu ka?" her frown begins to turn into a vast grin.
"Oi, grinning baka."
"Was there some ten-year reunion date that I forgot about, or something?" Everything was just too fast for Shinrai's brain with so much happening in just 30 minutes. Shinrai, whose eyes had dried and looked happy, turns her head in the direction of the fish and her eyes start to water again.
"Aaahhhhhhh! I can't this anymore! Shut-up about the damn fish!" cries Rika loudly.
Shokuyoku stares at Rika very confused, along with the rest of the customers.
**************************Mean While…**************************
"Please!!!!!!!!!" begs Shuu.
"NO! NO! NO!! NO!" glares Seiji.
Shin has his hand on his head as though he has a head. Touma is just shaking his head. Just then, Ryo sees Jun walking around, 'hand in hand' with a girl around his age.
"Hey, you guys! Look! I think our little Jun has grown-up and gotten himself a little girlfriend 'cause I don't remember him having a sister."
Shuu and Seiji, who have their hands around each other's collar, turn their heads. Touma and Shin do the same, expect without the collar thing. Seiji then makes a 'clearing-my-throat' sound.
"I taught the boy everything he knows about romance."
'Soo desu ka? Then why I am doubtful about that Seiji. If so, then the student has surpassed the teacher…since you…haha… don't have a girlfriend 'cause you're…ahem…afraid when talking to the ladies, Seiji. Ahahaha!!!'
Ryo tries to contain his laughter, but just ends up looking like he's in pain to the other guys. Of course the 'subject' asks the question of concern.
"Ryo, what's wrong? You look like you're in pain."
Ryo begins to answer him when suddenly all of the Samurai's "radar for evil" starts going berserk.
"Mmm, guys did you also just-"asks Shuu
The guys nod.
"KUSO!" spats Shin.
The rest of the guys all stare at Shin with surprised looks on their faces. An angry Shin wasn't seen often, and that's a good thing.
"There goes our vacation." A pause. "Then again, it would of just been Shuu stuffing his face with food, Seiji yelling at Shuu for stuffing his face and practicing kendo, Ryo trying to be the one capable of anything and everything, and me spending some time at the aquarium." Continued Shin.
All the rest of the Samurai glare at him and start to praetor-like walk toward him. Shin begins stepping backwards, swinging his hands in innocence.
'Some time? Ha!…Yeah, right. And I'm really the Emperor of Japan!' growled Ryo in his head.
RYO, TOUMA, SEIJI, & SHUU: AND YOU DRAG US WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They close on him.
SHIN: HELP!!!!!!!
"I see that you have traveled all over the world. Umm? And now you have come to this school. Well, I hope you enjoy our university, Arago-san." States a staff member.
You see a young man with white hair that is a few inches longer than shoulder length. He has cold blue eyes, is quite a looker, and about seven feet. He's looking out the office's window.
"Me too." Replies Arago, still looking out the window.
I'll write chapter 2 if I get reviews, so R&R please. E-mail me if you have any questions or comments at OnnaOoji@aol.com