I've finally got it! This idea has been brewing in my mind for a quite a
while, but I did not have a clue how to start it. Enjoy, please!
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---Everyone wants to meet Jiro.----
"Jiro-kun! I'm so glad you're at my party!" a happy birthday celebrant in Kyoto exclaimed one summer night.
"Oh, you're very welcome! I'll do anything for a friend!" he responded.
The ballroom is packed with people, mostly teenagers and young adults, friends of the celebrant. The quest called Jiro is flanked right and left.
"Jiro-kun! Could I have your address please? I want to write you!" another girl begged.
"Of course, and may I have yours?" he sweetly asked.
"WAIII! Of course you can have it, Jiro-kun!!"
---Everyone wants to be with Jiro.---
"Oh, come on, Jiro! Dance with me, please!" One young woman with a beautiful kimono implored.
"No, he dances with me!" An arrogant young woman pulled him to herself and locked her arm around his.
"One at a time, ladies, one at a time!" He beamed at both of them. "I'll have time for you both, alright?"
Other girls nearby simply dreamed about him. "Oh, just to be noticed by him would make me happy for a lifetime! Such a nice guy, and such a great dancer!"
"You said it, sister! He has the best footwork in all of Kyoto!"
The object of their affections was all over the dance floor, changing gracefully from polkas to waltzes without breaking a sweat. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He relished the sight of so many people surrounding him. The people in turn enjoyed the sight of his cheerfulness and his fervor.
"Anybody know his full name?" One young lady asked.
"I don't think so," someone replied. "I don't care! He's just Jiro, and that's fine with me!"
---Everybody wants to be like Jiro!---
"Jiro!" A young man tapped him on the shoulder. "Man! You were awesome on the dance floor! Maybe you could teach me some of your moves!"
"Footwork, my friend, just footwork," he replied with a happy smile.
"Jiro-kun! Do you have my address already?" another young man asked him.
"Oh, yes! I have it right here!" and he brought out a compendious address book. "Can store 1000 names and addresses," he displayed it proudly and grinned.
"Oh, great! Thanks, Jiro-kun! Please write, pretty please! I'd like to know more about your dancing techniques!"
"My pleasure!"
---What's with Jiro?---
"Jiro-san! Have you heard about the party next week?" A friend asked as the night wore on.
"Really? Where?" he cheerfully asked.
"At the town square! Lots of dancing, too! You coming?"
"Um, anou, I'm not too sure yet," he scratched his black-blue hair with a sheepish smile. "I'll tell you what, I'll just try to tell as many people as I could for you, alright?"
"You'll do that for me?"
"Why not? I'll look them up in my address book, easy!" and he proudly displayed the thick book again.
"Thanks, Jiro-san! You're a pal!" He patted his shoulders in appreciation.
"You're welcome!"
Then he looked at a nearby clock. "Oh, I'm so sorry, but it's getting very late and I have to go now." He apologized with a beaming smile to the birthday girl.
"Aw, Jiro-kun! Can't you stay a little longer? We have one more dance for you!" The celebrant begged.
"I'm really very sorry, Mi-chan, but I really must go. I promise to write, I have your address!"
And with the speed of light, he was gone.
He reached a large mansion at the foot of Mount Hiei as the sun rose through the rice fields. The guards quietly let him in through the gates. He then sneaked into the main hall and breezed up the stairs with silent, lightning feet. He quickly opened the door to his bedroom and tiptoed in.
"SETA SOUJIROU!"
"Y-Y-Yumi!" the Tenken jumped and lost his plastered smile for a millisecond in surprise.
"Where have you been all night, you little rascal?!" The geisha demanded. She was seated on an armchair next to his bed.
"Just out, Yumi! Don't worry! I didn't kill anyone!" Soujirou vaguely explained with a huge grin.
"Have you lost your sanity, Soujirou?!" Yumi continued. "Shishio-sama asked several times last night for you. He wanted to clarify a few things with you before he started the operation! Henya, Iwanbou, Kamatari, Saitsuchi and Fuji have already mobilized toward the center of Kyoto. Only Anji, Usui, and Aoshi are left.You know as well as I do that Battousai is coming, and that you are the last line of defense! How DARE you leave his side at this time! What if he and his company attacked last night?!"
"Oh, come on, Yumi, it's not that bad," he tried to console her.
"Yes, it is! Shishio-sama should not be made to fight Battousai anymore! Battousai should die at your hands! How do you expect to fight him at your fullest capabilities, if you haven't slept a wink yet?!"
"That's why I'm going to bed now," Soujirou gave a happy smiled and escorted -well, pushed-Yumi out the door.
"Oooooooooh, of all the members of the Juppon Gattana, you exasperate me the MOST!!!" Yumi marched off to her love with full steam.
............
Finally, I have a Soujirou story. ^_^ I figured that using "Sou-chan" would give it away quickly. At least now I have a new nickname for one of my favorite RK people. ^^
This is, of course, my version of Globe's famous "Julio Jose" commercial. We're introduced to this party animal with a great night life and flaunting a nice cell phone ---- who goes home to an overprotective mother. After thinking on and off about how to do it right, finally a nice idea clicked when I saw the commercial again today. I hope you liked it!
................
---Everyone wants to meet Jiro.----
"Jiro-kun! I'm so glad you're at my party!" a happy birthday celebrant in Kyoto exclaimed one summer night.
"Oh, you're very welcome! I'll do anything for a friend!" he responded.
The ballroom is packed with people, mostly teenagers and young adults, friends of the celebrant. The quest called Jiro is flanked right and left.
"Jiro-kun! Could I have your address please? I want to write you!" another girl begged.
"Of course, and may I have yours?" he sweetly asked.
"WAIII! Of course you can have it, Jiro-kun!!"
---Everyone wants to be with Jiro.---
"Oh, come on, Jiro! Dance with me, please!" One young woman with a beautiful kimono implored.
"No, he dances with me!" An arrogant young woman pulled him to herself and locked her arm around his.
"One at a time, ladies, one at a time!" He beamed at both of them. "I'll have time for you both, alright?"
Other girls nearby simply dreamed about him. "Oh, just to be noticed by him would make me happy for a lifetime! Such a nice guy, and such a great dancer!"
"You said it, sister! He has the best footwork in all of Kyoto!"
The object of their affections was all over the dance floor, changing gracefully from polkas to waltzes without breaking a sweat. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He relished the sight of so many people surrounding him. The people in turn enjoyed the sight of his cheerfulness and his fervor.
"Anybody know his full name?" One young lady asked.
"I don't think so," someone replied. "I don't care! He's just Jiro, and that's fine with me!"
---Everybody wants to be like Jiro!---
"Jiro!" A young man tapped him on the shoulder. "Man! You were awesome on the dance floor! Maybe you could teach me some of your moves!"
"Footwork, my friend, just footwork," he replied with a happy smile.
"Jiro-kun! Do you have my address already?" another young man asked him.
"Oh, yes! I have it right here!" and he brought out a compendious address book. "Can store 1000 names and addresses," he displayed it proudly and grinned.
"Oh, great! Thanks, Jiro-kun! Please write, pretty please! I'd like to know more about your dancing techniques!"
"My pleasure!"
---What's with Jiro?---
"Jiro-san! Have you heard about the party next week?" A friend asked as the night wore on.
"Really? Where?" he cheerfully asked.
"At the town square! Lots of dancing, too! You coming?"
"Um, anou, I'm not too sure yet," he scratched his black-blue hair with a sheepish smile. "I'll tell you what, I'll just try to tell as many people as I could for you, alright?"
"You'll do that for me?"
"Why not? I'll look them up in my address book, easy!" and he proudly displayed the thick book again.
"Thanks, Jiro-san! You're a pal!" He patted his shoulders in appreciation.
"You're welcome!"
Then he looked at a nearby clock. "Oh, I'm so sorry, but it's getting very late and I have to go now." He apologized with a beaming smile to the birthday girl.
"Aw, Jiro-kun! Can't you stay a little longer? We have one more dance for you!" The celebrant begged.
"I'm really very sorry, Mi-chan, but I really must go. I promise to write, I have your address!"
And with the speed of light, he was gone.
He reached a large mansion at the foot of Mount Hiei as the sun rose through the rice fields. The guards quietly let him in through the gates. He then sneaked into the main hall and breezed up the stairs with silent, lightning feet. He quickly opened the door to his bedroom and tiptoed in.
"SETA SOUJIROU!"
"Y-Y-Yumi!" the Tenken jumped and lost his plastered smile for a millisecond in surprise.
"Where have you been all night, you little rascal?!" The geisha demanded. She was seated on an armchair next to his bed.
"Just out, Yumi! Don't worry! I didn't kill anyone!" Soujirou vaguely explained with a huge grin.
"Have you lost your sanity, Soujirou?!" Yumi continued. "Shishio-sama asked several times last night for you. He wanted to clarify a few things with you before he started the operation! Henya, Iwanbou, Kamatari, Saitsuchi and Fuji have already mobilized toward the center of Kyoto. Only Anji, Usui, and Aoshi are left.You know as well as I do that Battousai is coming, and that you are the last line of defense! How DARE you leave his side at this time! What if he and his company attacked last night?!"
"Oh, come on, Yumi, it's not that bad," he tried to console her.
"Yes, it is! Shishio-sama should not be made to fight Battousai anymore! Battousai should die at your hands! How do you expect to fight him at your fullest capabilities, if you haven't slept a wink yet?!"
"That's why I'm going to bed now," Soujirou gave a happy smiled and escorted -well, pushed-Yumi out the door.
"Oooooooooh, of all the members of the Juppon Gattana, you exasperate me the MOST!!!" Yumi marched off to her love with full steam.
............
Finally, I have a Soujirou story. ^_^ I figured that using "Sou-chan" would give it away quickly. At least now I have a new nickname for one of my favorite RK people. ^^
This is, of course, my version of Globe's famous "Julio Jose" commercial. We're introduced to this party animal with a great night life and flaunting a nice cell phone ---- who goes home to an overprotective mother. After thinking on and off about how to do it right, finally a nice idea clicked when I saw the commercial again today. I hope you liked it!