Me: ::Looks on review list:: Oh. My. God. Our story's on a fav. list!::Faints::
Chibi Sino: ::Pokes w/stick, then holds up sign: "Firegirl doesn't own Tenchu
she owns Kioko, her glasses, and her computer but she'd kill you
for it. So don't sue!"
Chibi Tima : This is the last chapter! If you guys want a sequal, we want 4 reviews
for this chapter!!!!
Chibi Sino (cs): ::Sign:: Or else ::cocks M-16::
Chibi Tima (ct): ::sweatdrop:: ..Uh... On with the story!
It took Kioko a while to adjust to the fact that she had a father, but
like most children, they get used to it. By the time she was seven the young girl
was training to be a ninja like her parents, and could often be seen practicing
with a wooden sword to be just as tough an opponent as her father (daddy's girl ain't she? ^__^).
"You wanna give up or are you tursty for more?" Asked the eight year-old Sachi.
"Never!" Kioko yelled back as she charged her. Sachi blocked her attack with her staff,
and the fight went on as Ayame and Rikimaru sat, watching them from the porch in the front of the
dojo.
Rikimaru laughed at the unshakeable determination of his daughter. Her platinum hair was in
a braided ponytail with a yellow ribbon that matched the yellow obi of her red kimono. She was
rather thin having shed all her baby fat because of her hyperness(cs: hyperness? me: shut up you).
Most would say that she was shaped like her mother with her father's hair and eye shape.
Kioko crouched into a roll in time to avoid a hit that would have knocked her off her feet,
and hit the sword into Sachi's unprotected side.
"Ugh! Next time ninja...it is you who will parish...Ack!" Said Sachi faking a dramatic death and fell to the
ground.
"Forso you wish!" Replied a grinning Kioko as she defeated her best friend for the first time.
"Nice job you two, and great death scene Sachi-chan," a laughing Ayame said.
"Thank you, thank you. Oh please hold the applause and the roses (ct: do they have roses in Japan. me: dunno.)", said
the eight year-old bowing.
"Sachi! Time for dinner!" Called her mother from their house.
"Coming kaa-san! See you tommorrow Kio-chan, Ayame-san, Rikimaru-san!" Called Sachi as she ran home.
"Kaa-san can we eat too? I'm hungry," asked Kioko.
"What do I look like, your cook?" Joked her mother, putting her hands on her hips.
"I could-" began Rikimaru.
"NO!" Both yelled. The last time he cooked Ayame swore her suchi was moving, and the rice was hard as pebbles*.
"There's nothing wrong with my cooking..." they both gave him 'the look' "Fine, fine I get the point."
" I'll cook so all four of us don't die of food poisoning," stated Ayame mentioning to her swollen pregnate belly.
Rikimaru glared at her,
"Oh don't be so sore about it Riki,"
he still glared at her,
"Fine, then you get no dinner,"
he immediately stopped knowing full and well that she meant it. (cs: ::snickers:: whipped. ::Gets hit in head by Riki:: eep!)
"Thought so. Now go do...something while I get dinner ready," she said walking into the house. Rikimaru and Kioko looked
at each other.
"Wanna play chess**," asked the ninja.
"Okay," his daughter said running to get the pieces
~Later That Night~
All as still in the ninja village, or so one would think. A two pale figures with strange red eyes sat in a tree looking
amongst the village. One had black hair and was wearing only black pants with showed his muscular upper body and scars lining his
chest. The other had brown hair and was wearing a thin tan shirt with blue pants.
The black haired figure turned towards the brown haired one,
"Soon my boy, soon we shall have our revenge on those pesky Azuma ninja!"
"Yes, master."
The End (Or is it...?)
Me: Remember four measely reviews and you'll find out what happens next and who their new (or old) enemy is!
* I'm well aware that ninja can cook. I just added that for comic relief
**I think they had chess in Japan
(A/N: Sorry for the wait. ff.net hasn't been letting me upload my stories for the last three weeks, but my vacation starts on
Sunday so I'll be updating during the summer! Au Revoir and wish me luck on my Regents Exams peeps!)
Chibi Sino: ::Pokes w/stick, then holds up sign: "Firegirl doesn't own Tenchu
she owns Kioko, her glasses, and her computer but she'd kill you
for it. So don't sue!"
Chibi Tima : This is the last chapter! If you guys want a sequal, we want 4 reviews
for this chapter!!!!
Chibi Sino (cs): ::Sign:: Or else ::cocks M-16::
Chibi Tima (ct): ::sweatdrop:: ..Uh... On with the story!
It took Kioko a while to adjust to the fact that she had a father, but
like most children, they get used to it. By the time she was seven the young girl
was training to be a ninja like her parents, and could often be seen practicing
with a wooden sword to be just as tough an opponent as her father (daddy's girl ain't she? ^__^).
"You wanna give up or are you tursty for more?" Asked the eight year-old Sachi.
"Never!" Kioko yelled back as she charged her. Sachi blocked her attack with her staff,
and the fight went on as Ayame and Rikimaru sat, watching them from the porch in the front of the
dojo.
Rikimaru laughed at the unshakeable determination of his daughter. Her platinum hair was in
a braided ponytail with a yellow ribbon that matched the yellow obi of her red kimono. She was
rather thin having shed all her baby fat because of her hyperness(cs: hyperness? me: shut up you).
Most would say that she was shaped like her mother with her father's hair and eye shape.
Kioko crouched into a roll in time to avoid a hit that would have knocked her off her feet,
and hit the sword into Sachi's unprotected side.
"Ugh! Next time ninja...it is you who will parish...Ack!" Said Sachi faking a dramatic death and fell to the
ground.
"Forso you wish!" Replied a grinning Kioko as she defeated her best friend for the first time.
"Nice job you two, and great death scene Sachi-chan," a laughing Ayame said.
"Thank you, thank you. Oh please hold the applause and the roses (ct: do they have roses in Japan. me: dunno.)", said
the eight year-old bowing.
"Sachi! Time for dinner!" Called her mother from their house.
"Coming kaa-san! See you tommorrow Kio-chan, Ayame-san, Rikimaru-san!" Called Sachi as she ran home.
"Kaa-san can we eat too? I'm hungry," asked Kioko.
"What do I look like, your cook?" Joked her mother, putting her hands on her hips.
"I could-" began Rikimaru.
"NO!" Both yelled. The last time he cooked Ayame swore her suchi was moving, and the rice was hard as pebbles*.
"There's nothing wrong with my cooking..." they both gave him 'the look' "Fine, fine I get the point."
" I'll cook so all four of us don't die of food poisoning," stated Ayame mentioning to her swollen pregnate belly.
Rikimaru glared at her,
"Oh don't be so sore about it Riki,"
he still glared at her,
"Fine, then you get no dinner,"
he immediately stopped knowing full and well that she meant it. (cs: ::snickers:: whipped. ::Gets hit in head by Riki:: eep!)
"Thought so. Now go do...something while I get dinner ready," she said walking into the house. Rikimaru and Kioko looked
at each other.
"Wanna play chess**," asked the ninja.
"Okay," his daughter said running to get the pieces
~Later That Night~
All as still in the ninja village, or so one would think. A two pale figures with strange red eyes sat in a tree looking
amongst the village. One had black hair and was wearing only black pants with showed his muscular upper body and scars lining his
chest. The other had brown hair and was wearing a thin tan shirt with blue pants.
The black haired figure turned towards the brown haired one,
"Soon my boy, soon we shall have our revenge on those pesky Azuma ninja!"
"Yes, master."
The End (Or is it...?)
Me: Remember four measely reviews and you'll find out what happens next and who their new (or old) enemy is!
* I'm well aware that ninja can cook. I just added that for comic relief
**I think they had chess in Japan
(A/N: Sorry for the wait. ff.net hasn't been letting me upload my stories for the last three weeks, but my vacation starts on
Sunday so I'll be updating during the summer! Au Revoir and wish me luck on my Regents Exams peeps!)
