WARNING!: This is my first attempt at a comedy story on my own. Most of the
time, I have my lucky muse Kinky Typo there with me to help me on the idea
of hilarious-ness. Umm.This might totally suck, or it might actually be
good, but my muse will of course view this before I actually post it or
something. ^.^
Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own any of the Ronins.I can only wish I did.*sigh* Haha, Well, here's to the greatest anime ever! ^.^
Shoplifting and Bacon
The gang stared in shock as the details of the scene before them soaked in. It was unbelievable. After a few moments, it all began to soak in. The kitchen supplies building, Cye in a demented state of mind, Cye having no money. Oh, and even all of Cye's kitchen-wear gone.
The owner of the store, Kinky Typo, was standing point-blank range in front of Cye. She was holding her hands up and trying to calmly talk him down. "Yo, dude, it's not worth it, come on, let's think about this, you really don 't wanna do this."
Cye had lost it; this was the turning point, the point of no return. He had taken the store hostage! He was standing in the middle of the storefront. He was crouched over, occasionally twitching in mental illness.
Ryo spoke up. "Cye, buddy, put the egg beater down. . . it's not worth it. You really don't wanna do this buddy." Ryo stepped in a little closer, holding out his hand, hoping Cye would succumb and give up his weapon of choice.
"Stop right there!" Cye held out the eggbeater and pulled the trigger, the beaters spun in a menacing fashion. Cye bobbed the weapon back and forth, as if testing Ryo. "I know what you'll try! Don't come any closer! I know how to use this thing! Get back!"
Ryo quickly bounced back in line, knowing not to anger a cook with an eggbeater. He exchanged worried glances with the rest of the gang. Someone had to come up with something quick, before Cye got worse! Too late. . .
Kinky Typo yelled out as Cye ran over to her and put her in front of him. "Don't anybody move! I'll spin her! And don't think I'm lying!" He pointed the metal beaters at Typo's neck, and gave a warning spin.
"Woa, woa, woa dude!! Hey! Watch where you spin that thing! You might take an eye out! Dude! Watch it!" Another warning spin rang out in Typo's ears. "Okay, okay! What do you want of me?" She held up her hands as a form of submit.
"I'm gonna use you as my way of getting my beautiful supplies out of here, duh." Cye said flatly. He tried to move forward, but Typo resisted. He rang out another spin, taunting the twisted kitchen supplier.
"Okay! Geez, man, you're gonna make me go deaf. . . think you could get that thing off of my ear? Gawd. . ." Cye started to walk forward as Typo continued to grumble of the rudeness of her captor.
Ryo just sat there and blinked. He couldn't believe it. Cye had actually taken an entire store hostage, and even gotten himself a prisoner! He turned to the gang for ideas, this was getting bad.
"Well, I guess Cye's having a bad day!" Mia said in an overly ditsy tone. "I mean, Haha, it's not every day he takes a store hostage! Huh huh!" Mia laughed to herself, snorting and annoying the group even further.
"Gawd, does anyone have some tape, and maybe some rope?" Kento asked in a hopeful tone. It would have been so nice if someone had answered yes.
"Okay! Everyone over there! Now! I want you all in this model, if you don't fit, get in the next one!" Cye yelled out his command still holding the beater to Typo's neck. She was continuously grumbling and complaining about her treatment.
"Ha, oh yea, like they're gonna listen to you! Look at ya! You're wearing PLAID pants! Can we say uhh, Loser?" Typo rolled her eyes in disgust of her captor. 'I mean, come on, couldn't someone COOL have kidnapped me for once?' She sighed as Cye finished out his commands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Five minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mumbles, yells, and complaints filled the air as Cye and his moody hostage stood back, Cye was admiring his work. He had made all his captives all get inside the shower models, there weren't a lot of people in the store, so they managed to fit in three models. They were crammed in and Cye had somehow locked the stall doors shut.
Kento was trying to talk to Rowen, but his face was smushed into the glass, so all he understood was "Muumph! Mmmm! Mmm-mmm!" As Cye laughed at him, he gave up and slumped down in his spot.
"Okay everybody, heh heh, don't you go anywhere! I'm gonna go take a look around the store, and then I'll possibly be back, who knows." He jerked Typo over to the side to turn her around. She of course had objections to that action.
"Owww! Look mister! I don't exactly think we're getting along here buddy. I mean, you think you could try to be a little nicer?" *BBBZZZZZ!* "Okay! Okay. . . Guess not. . .man, talk about being constipated. . ."
Just then, as Cye and his captive walked off to the other ends of the store, The Ancient walks in, thinking this was an ordinary day of shopping for staff cleaner and a surprise giant kitty litter box for the Ronins. Boy was he to get a surprise himself!
The Ancient looked around, noticing there was no one around, not even at the cash registers. "Hmm, it looks to me there's some evil force at work here," the Ancient said as he walked past the checkout lines, and snitched a pack of gum.
"Mmmmm! Mumph, mrr!" Kento still attempted to communicate with his comrades, but with no luck. He was almost at the bottom of the pile, so freeing his lips of their cold, glassy prison was going to be quite a challenge.
Ryo looked out of the glass and saw a familiar figure holding a long staff and wearing a big hat. He tried to call out to him, but he seemed to not be paying attention to the mass of people stuffed in three shower models. "Guys! It's the Ancient! Let's call him, maybe he'll hear us!" Ryo hoped they could make enough noise to grasp his attention.
All of a sudden the air was filled with a blur of muffles, yells, cries, and slurred sentences. The Ancient tried to decipher where the sounds were coming from. He walked around the row, and beheld the scene in front of him.
Author's notes:
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to make it yet another chapter longer! I am very sorry that the beginning has been so confusing for a lot of you, and I hope that the ending will answer your questions, and make sense to you. ^.^ Thanks for your support thus far, and I hope that you'll like the ending. *Worried Glances* o.o;
~!*Pepe Lepew*!~
Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own any of the Ronins.I can only wish I did.*sigh* Haha, Well, here's to the greatest anime ever! ^.^
Shoplifting and Bacon
The gang stared in shock as the details of the scene before them soaked in. It was unbelievable. After a few moments, it all began to soak in. The kitchen supplies building, Cye in a demented state of mind, Cye having no money. Oh, and even all of Cye's kitchen-wear gone.
The owner of the store, Kinky Typo, was standing point-blank range in front of Cye. She was holding her hands up and trying to calmly talk him down. "Yo, dude, it's not worth it, come on, let's think about this, you really don 't wanna do this."
Cye had lost it; this was the turning point, the point of no return. He had taken the store hostage! He was standing in the middle of the storefront. He was crouched over, occasionally twitching in mental illness.
Ryo spoke up. "Cye, buddy, put the egg beater down. . . it's not worth it. You really don't wanna do this buddy." Ryo stepped in a little closer, holding out his hand, hoping Cye would succumb and give up his weapon of choice.
"Stop right there!" Cye held out the eggbeater and pulled the trigger, the beaters spun in a menacing fashion. Cye bobbed the weapon back and forth, as if testing Ryo. "I know what you'll try! Don't come any closer! I know how to use this thing! Get back!"
Ryo quickly bounced back in line, knowing not to anger a cook with an eggbeater. He exchanged worried glances with the rest of the gang. Someone had to come up with something quick, before Cye got worse! Too late. . .
Kinky Typo yelled out as Cye ran over to her and put her in front of him. "Don't anybody move! I'll spin her! And don't think I'm lying!" He pointed the metal beaters at Typo's neck, and gave a warning spin.
"Woa, woa, woa dude!! Hey! Watch where you spin that thing! You might take an eye out! Dude! Watch it!" Another warning spin rang out in Typo's ears. "Okay, okay! What do you want of me?" She held up her hands as a form of submit.
"I'm gonna use you as my way of getting my beautiful supplies out of here, duh." Cye said flatly. He tried to move forward, but Typo resisted. He rang out another spin, taunting the twisted kitchen supplier.
"Okay! Geez, man, you're gonna make me go deaf. . . think you could get that thing off of my ear? Gawd. . ." Cye started to walk forward as Typo continued to grumble of the rudeness of her captor.
Ryo just sat there and blinked. He couldn't believe it. Cye had actually taken an entire store hostage, and even gotten himself a prisoner! He turned to the gang for ideas, this was getting bad.
"Well, I guess Cye's having a bad day!" Mia said in an overly ditsy tone. "I mean, Haha, it's not every day he takes a store hostage! Huh huh!" Mia laughed to herself, snorting and annoying the group even further.
"Gawd, does anyone have some tape, and maybe some rope?" Kento asked in a hopeful tone. It would have been so nice if someone had answered yes.
"Okay! Everyone over there! Now! I want you all in this model, if you don't fit, get in the next one!" Cye yelled out his command still holding the beater to Typo's neck. She was continuously grumbling and complaining about her treatment.
"Ha, oh yea, like they're gonna listen to you! Look at ya! You're wearing PLAID pants! Can we say uhh, Loser?" Typo rolled her eyes in disgust of her captor. 'I mean, come on, couldn't someone COOL have kidnapped me for once?' She sighed as Cye finished out his commands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Five minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mumbles, yells, and complaints filled the air as Cye and his moody hostage stood back, Cye was admiring his work. He had made all his captives all get inside the shower models, there weren't a lot of people in the store, so they managed to fit in three models. They were crammed in and Cye had somehow locked the stall doors shut.
Kento was trying to talk to Rowen, but his face was smushed into the glass, so all he understood was "Muumph! Mmmm! Mmm-mmm!" As Cye laughed at him, he gave up and slumped down in his spot.
"Okay everybody, heh heh, don't you go anywhere! I'm gonna go take a look around the store, and then I'll possibly be back, who knows." He jerked Typo over to the side to turn her around. She of course had objections to that action.
"Owww! Look mister! I don't exactly think we're getting along here buddy. I mean, you think you could try to be a little nicer?" *BBBZZZZZ!* "Okay! Okay. . . Guess not. . .man, talk about being constipated. . ."
Just then, as Cye and his captive walked off to the other ends of the store, The Ancient walks in, thinking this was an ordinary day of shopping for staff cleaner and a surprise giant kitty litter box for the Ronins. Boy was he to get a surprise himself!
The Ancient looked around, noticing there was no one around, not even at the cash registers. "Hmm, it looks to me there's some evil force at work here," the Ancient said as he walked past the checkout lines, and snitched a pack of gum.
"Mmmmm! Mumph, mrr!" Kento still attempted to communicate with his comrades, but with no luck. He was almost at the bottom of the pile, so freeing his lips of their cold, glassy prison was going to be quite a challenge.
Ryo looked out of the glass and saw a familiar figure holding a long staff and wearing a big hat. He tried to call out to him, but he seemed to not be paying attention to the mass of people stuffed in three shower models. "Guys! It's the Ancient! Let's call him, maybe he'll hear us!" Ryo hoped they could make enough noise to grasp his attention.
All of a sudden the air was filled with a blur of muffles, yells, cries, and slurred sentences. The Ancient tried to decipher where the sounds were coming from. He walked around the row, and beheld the scene in front of him.
Author's notes:
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to make it yet another chapter longer! I am very sorry that the beginning has been so confusing for a lot of you, and I hope that the ending will answer your questions, and make sense to you. ^.^ Thanks for your support thus far, and I hope that you'll like the ending. *Worried Glances* o.o;
~!*Pepe Lepew*!~