Chapter 4: Doors, or, the Morning After.
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A/N: Hi. This is Chapter Four. Please Enjoy. And Don't Take Life So Seriously. ^_^
Statement made to save One's Ass: We don't own drool, pottery wheels, Fishbone long boards (skateboards . . .), Mitsubishi (we still don't own it.), the horrible name Chet (if you have it, your parents are cruel and you have our sympathies), stereotypes, February, anything involving Karaoke, Star Wars, Shop Vac, Nintendo, Metallica (you know how they are about copyright infringement), poor losers, Alice in Wonderland, or suspicions. Okay, we own a few suspicions, but we keep them to ourselves. AND YOU SHOULD TOO. ^_^ Have a nice day. (We don't own that phrase either. We stole it. BUAHAHAHA)
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Kenshin drooled on the den floor. Actually, it just went across his cheek and onto the rug on the floor, and onto the sand that brought with him from the beach in his clothes and hair. Kind of makes you wonder what he was doing last night, doesn't it?
Hiko looked down at his son in dismay, then began prodding him with a stick.
"Mmmph . . ." Kenshin mumbled in unconsciousness.
"Wake up," Hiko said, irritated, tapping the hardwood flooring. "You spilled sand on my rug. You have to clean it up."
The redhead gave another incoherent muttering.
Hiko poked him a little harder this time. "Hey, get up and pick up your mess."
Kenshin rolled over a little. "Not now, Kaoru . . . I'm too tired . . . that I am . . ."
Hiko rolled his eyes and left the room muttering something about stupid sons being too selfish, not even wanting to think about the implications of what his son just said. Having three teenage boys living in the same house is enough to drive anyone up the wall. He went into the garage and broke out his pottery wheel, cranking up his loud rock music just before firmly shutting the door.
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Sano's black shirt flapped in the breeze as he glided down the sidewalk easily on his Fishbone long board. He smiled sleepily (he hadn't had much sleep last night either. Or any, actually . . .) and shoved his hands in his pockets as he approached the skate park, where he would be meeting with Katsu. Why? He didn't really know. But with Katsu, it was always bound to be fun . . . and not without an explosion somewhere. And possibly a fight. And wherever there was a fight, Sanosuke would ALWAYS be there.
The distinct sound of feminine giggling reached Sano's ears as he rounded the corner to the park, spotting some choice ASS. Looking smooth, he alighted from the board and did that cool little kick thingie where it flies up into your hand. He suavely sauntered up to the two giggling girls. "Hello, ladies . . ."
A buxom blonde smiled and gave him a *wink.* "Hey there cowboy . . ." she said in a breathy voice.
**All RIGHT . . . chicks dig the hair,** he thought to himself, taking his chances and stretching his arms around the blonde and her Latina friend. "So, you come here often?" he asked.
The Latina gave him a withering glare and plucked his arm off her shoulder. "Well I did until you showed up . . ." she pushed herself away.
"Wendy, don't be so mean," the blonde pouted her overly-glossed lips. Wendy rolled her eyes. Deciding to continue without her girlfriend, the blonde went on, "My name's Theresa. But you can call me whatever you want . . ."
**SCORE** "Name's Sano," he smiled. "But some of my friends call me Rooster."
"Does that mean you're just a really big cock?" she batted her mascara-ed eyelashes innocently.
**F-YEAH.** "Why don't we go sit over there and talk about that . . ." Sanosuke pulled her over to a nearby bench. Finding Katsu was no longer a priority.
Speaking of Katsu, he actually wasn't being destructive. He was in his natural element, the skate park, and had been pulling a few tricks on the half-pipe, but stopped when it came about the time that Sanosuke should have been arriving. Walking around the ramps and rails, he searched for his friend until he heard a guy shout, "HE'S HITTING ON MY CHICK!! GET HIM!!!"
**That sounds like a very Sano thing to do . . . guess I should go check it out . . .** Katsu walked a little faster to the area of the park where a group of white-boy gangstas were conglobulating around a certain spiky brown-haired player.
"Chet! Chet, don't hurt him!" the busty blonde bounced around in the background as the gang circled Sanosuke. "He was just being nice to me! Chet!" she bounced some more, which didn't really help the situation.
The gangsta homie g funk dawgs of 'Chet' kept taking head shots at Sano and knocking him down over and over again. However, every time they got him down, he just sproinged back up, laughing and daring them to try it again. This only served to anger the gangstas further, especially when Sanosuke took out a few of them after spotting Katsu and barreling his way toward his buddy.
Katsu idly leaned against a tree, twirling a pipette in his fingers. He grinned as Sanosuke approached, kicking off another of Chet's homies.
"Thanks for all your help," Sano said sarcastically.
"Don't mention it," Katsu answered. Seeing another guy come up behind Sano, Katsu's fist shot out and knocked the gangsta down. "I've got you covered," he said to Sanosuke as the rest of the gang made their way over.
"Thanks," Sano said, turning around to kick some more white-boy ass (A/N: no offense to white people. We are mostly white; we just enjoy laughing at ourselves. So laugh with us, not against us. That is all).
Near the entrance of the skate park, Megumi slammed on her brakes and stepped out of her shiny Mitsubishi, surveying the carnage. "Oh. My. God," her eyes were wide as she walked toward the surrounded Sanosuke and Katsu, stepping over unconscious white homie g's.
Chet, who was now not only mad about Sano hitting on his girl, but also taking out his bros, stormed angrily into the mass of flying fists and kicks, armed with a skateboard. Seeing Sanosuke distracted with fighting someone else, Chet raised the board above him, and cracked it over Sano's head. Despite his thick skull, Sano's eyes glazed and he fell to the concrete with a dull thud.
"Sano!" Katsu exclaimed, trying to lead the rest of the brawling crowd away from his unconscious and vulnerable friend.
Megumi gasped and ran (okay, well maybe not 'ran' . . . after all, it was only Sano. It was more of a brisk walk) to the rooster lying on the ground. Standing over him, she demanded, "WHAT is going on here?!"
"Isjussa lillil fiiy . . ." Sano answered woozily.
**Is he all right? He might have a concussion . . . I know his head's thick, but it can only take so much,** she had a concerned look. "Can you stand?"
"O shure . . . I'mm okaaaay . . ." he sat up, holding his head.
Katsu yelped because something bad was happening, but we don't know what. Sano's eyes widened. "I have to go help him!" he muttered moderately coherently.
Megumi pushed him back down, saying, "Oh no you don't. You need a doctor."
He snarled at her, "HEY. Just because you are foxy doesn't mean you get to boss me around."
"You aren't of use to anyone when you are knocked out. Just, oh, just come on. I'll take you to get help," she said exasperatedly. **Already insulting me . . . I think he'll be fine. He should get some sleep though. He looks rather tired.**
"Yeah yeah. . . whatever. Don't get your panties in a twist," he said as she helped him to his feet. She glowered at him while he called out, "Oi, Katsu! Plan B!"
Megumi looked puzzled. "Plan B?"
"Make a break for it. Come on, no dawdling," he added helpfully, as he leaned over and scooped up his Fishbone and Katsu's nondescript board. They were good skateboards; no sense leaving them with the crazies.
Katsu beat his way out of the crowd, then began running towards his two allies. He broke two pipettes and threw them over his shoulder, grinning stupidly all the while. Smoke started billowing out of them, engulfing the Chet-sters in a thick cloud of white. Katsu jumped in the backseat of Megumi's Mitsubishi, quickly shutting the door behind him.
Megumi was apparently going too slow for Sanosuke's liking, because he pushed her over the hood towards the driver's side. She made vehement protests as she rolled over the front of her car, trying to keep her skirt from riding up. Sano rode shotgun, and he noticed with glee that Megumi's hair was a bit tousled when she finally straightened up again, keys jangling.
She practically clawed open the door, and while buckling herself in she hissed at Sano, "If you EVER do that again, I will SERIOUSLY HARM YOU."
He smiled. "Oooh, I'm scared. Go."
She jammed the key in the ignition, put it into drive, and floored it.
Chet came stumbling out of the smoky cloud, yelling (in typical villain fashion), "You won't get away with that! No one hits on my girl!"
Sano just had time to stick his head out the window and yell, "She was a slut anyways!" before the little blue car sped away. They were about a block away from the scene when they saw and heard Cop cars driving past them towards the skate park.
Sano turned his head towards the backseat. "Katsu, you didn't leave anything behind at the skate park, did you?" he inquired.
"Nope. Only my smoke bombs, and those will have completely dissolved by the time the black and whites get there. Speaking of that, why are you wearing a black shirt?"
Sano turned back around. "All mine are dirty. It's Aoshi's. He won't miss it. He has like, twenty, of the same thing." He then dozed off against the seatbelt.
Megumi just scowled further and gripped the wheel tighter. Gee, that's someone you would want to avoid in your daily travels. She's angry, a teenager, female, AND Asian. By all stereotypes, she should have crashed miles ago. But she didn't. She pulled up in front of Kenshin's house. She had decided not to take Sano to the doctor's. He could just sleep it off. She and Katsu dragged him onto the lawn, where he lay spread eagle. His skateboard was left lying across his stomach.
Katsu looked at her as he pulled his board from the backseat. "Should we just leave him there, then?"
"He'll be fine. I'm too tired to take him anywhere. I didn't have much sleep last night." She sighed and got back in the Mitsu, then drove away in a huff.
Aoshi opened the front door and peered out. "Are you going to just abandon him?" he asked Katsu.
"Yes."
"But he's half white. He's going to get half burnt."
"Bummer. Later. . ." Katsu glided off on his board, intent on causing more fun anarchy.
Aoshi went back inside and shut the door.
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Kaoru dragged herself from bed. She just HAD to get all that sand out of her hair. She walked across the hall to the bathroom, where she took a nice bath and washed her hair. While brushing her teeth, she heard the pat pat pat of Yahiko walking down the hall, his feet slapping on the grey tiles.
:: BANG BANG:: He pounded on the door. "You're gonna be ugly no matter how hard you try, so quit wasting my time and get out of the bathroom!"
Kaoru then took as long as possible wiping off her face, applying lotion to her legs, wrapping her hair in a towel, putting on moisturizer, plucking her eyebrows, applying a little makeup, making sure the towel around her body was QUITE secure, then slowly unlocked the door and walked out gracefully. Steam fluttered out of the bathroom as she smiled ever so politely to her little brother, who was now dancing urgently. She then walked back to her room, where she picked out a lovely light blue and pink ensemble.
She was just tying the blue bow on her ponytail as she walked down the hall to the den. A frightful chattering met her as her two young aunties giggled over one of Kaoru's framed pictures. It showed a gleeful Kenshin, somber Aoshi, puzzled Sano, and devilishly smug Hiko, taken about last February.
"Oh my, doesn't he look sexy . . ." said Omasu to her sister.
Ochika replied, "Heck yeah. Geez, if only I hadn't had so many drinks at the last Christmas party, I might have gotten some. Damn Karaoke."
"I know. And those shish kabobs. Not good with the trampoline, you remember?"
"Not really. It all just blends together," mused Ochika.
"Good morning, Aunties," smiled Kaoru.
"Morning, Kaoru," they responded, equally beaming.
"Did you have fun with Kenshin last night? We heard all about the" here Omasu nudged Kaoru with her elbow "'shell collecting.' Sounds like fun to me!"
Kaoru turned an interesting shade of fuchsia.
"We're here to watch the kids while you go off and play with your little friends," Omasu added.
Yahiko's voice echoed from the bathroom. "I'M NOT A KID. I AM FOURTEEN."
Ochika smiled at the direction his voice came from. "Of course you are, dear."
"Now run along, Kaoru," said Omasu. "Off you go then." She flapped her hands at the teenager, a bemused look on her face.
Kaoru turned on her heel and left without breakfast. She'd just snare some on the way to Tae's house, and meet up with Kenshin later that evening. She was almost safely out the door when Ochika chimed, "Don't forget protection, dear!"
All Kaoru could do was shut the door.
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Misao strolled down the sidewalk, humming "Fly Me to the Moon," techno style. (Don't ask.)
She cut across Hiko's lawn, stopped briefly to stare down at the still unmoving form of Sano, then marched up to the front door and knocked.
Aoshi opened the door again. "Oh, hello, Misao."
"Aoshi-sama, did you know that Sanosuke is passed out on your lawn?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Just checking. Help me bring him in."
"Why?"
"NOW!" Misao cried as her eyes narrowed.
Aoshi silently helped her continue the dragging of Sano, started by Megumi and Katsu, and finished in the living room, where he was unceremoniously dropped in the pile of sand that Kenshin still hadn't picked up.
Kenshin slid open the sliding glass door and heaved the Shop Vac behind him. "Good morning, Miss Misao. Ready for the battle?"
She smiled mischievously and nodded.
Kenshin then proceeded to lug in the heavy-duty vacuum and began sucking up the sand around Sano's body. The vacuum was extremely loud, but Sano didn't move. Kenshin, using the hose, almost pulled on the shirt, but Aoshi stopped him, saying, "That's my shirt. Why does he have my shirt?"
Kenshin shrugged and replied, "I doubt that he has any other clean clothes. I never seem to wash HIS clothes. They must be trapped under his bed, that they must."
The vacuum hose mrroommed over by Sano's head, and his hair began leaning towards the hose. A lock or two almost went into the tube, but Sano's hand moved up to protect it, just as his eyes opened up. "Not the hair . . . not my hair . . ."
Misao leaned over and smiled, while chirping, "Good morning, Sanosuke! Ready for the big showdown?"
Sano groaned as she helped him to his feet. "Shut up, weasel girl."
She promptly dropped him. He really isn't the brightest crayon in the box. But it's cute, right? Yeah, it's cute. Sano managed to hop up on his own, and went and sat in the big cushy armchair over by where Misao was fiddling with the TV.
"Video one or video two? Video one or video two? Video one or video two? Video--"
"Video three," resonated an exasperated voice from inside the storage closet located behind Sano's chair. Aoshi pulled out the game console and began assembling it. Kenshin, now finished vacuuming, returned the Shop Vac to the backyard shed. He then came back in the house and pulled the kitchen stools a few feet so that everyone could be equally close to the television.
The console was plugged in, TV set on Video THREE, and Sano and Kenshin took up the keypad control thingies (sorrie, we aren't really gamers. We are just being posers here). Aoshi settled onto the nearest stool, looking dignified. Misao put the game in the console, knocked Sano's feet of the ottoman, and parked herself on it. Street Fighter Battle was on! (FYI: we actually took the time to look up stuff, and we have determined that they are playing 'Capcom vs. SNK2 EO' on their Nintendo Game Cube. Gonna try and get SOME of the moves in, but hey, does anybody really care if we are specific? Thought not.)
FIRST BATTLE: Sanosuke Sagara vs. Kenshin Himura Hiko!
Sano as . . . RYU!!! Kenshin as . . .Ken . . . (hehe that's really convenient. ^_^)
This was a weekly ritual enjoyed by almost all the males of the house. Hiko, however, preferred to closet himself in the garage. Strains of Metallica could be heard clearly over the game noises. Anyways, Ryu kicked but Ken blocked and punched, which Ryu avoided by leaping high over his opponent's head. Ken and Ryu battled fiercely, throwing fireballs and yelling at each other. Kenshin and Sano also yelled at each other. Must be something to do with testosterone. Oh dear, Sanosuke wins the first match.
Another bout of kicking, blocking, and fireballing, Sano's character flashing around in his white gi and red headband. Kenshin character also blazed in his red gi. The muscular men fight rapid fire on the screen, and Kenshin wins number two. Tie score. Third round, Ken knocks down Ryu, kicks him when he is down, but Ryu perks right back up and sends a flurry of punches Ken-way. However, fireball and Dragon Punch later, Kenshin emerges the victor. Kenshin wins battle one!
Sano threw the controller down in disgust. "The weasel girl was blocking my view!" he protested.
Aoshi raised an eyebrow. "The redhead won fair and square. Deal with it, and pass me the controller."
Sano glared and chucked the control at Aoshi's head. Aoshi caught it with ease and chose his character, Iori. Angry man dressed in a black shirt and red pants.
SECOND BATTLE: Kenshin Hiko vs. Aoshi Shinomori!
First round has the usual punches and hits, with Ken leaping into the air to deliver a particularly resounding kick to Iori. Iori was taken aback, but used his special mystical powers to defeat Ken. Round two, Ken does his best to corner Iori, but Aoshi's mastery of gaming fights leaves Ken in a K.O. Aoshi wins battle two!
Kenshin hands the controller to Misao, who was new to the game. He attempted to council her on the moves that Chun Li, her character, might use.
"Okay, so you press these two to spin in the air, and then you press and hold this one while moving the joystick to do the super kick thing, and then you move around like this, that you do."
Misao looked confused.
"And then you--" he tried to continue.
"No no, I'll be fine. . ." Misao interrupted him, eyes glazed. "I'll just sit here and push buttons."
"Well, watch out. Aoshi is the master of this game. He's whooped every gamer we've ever met," Sano cautioned from his position in the cushy armchair.
Aoshi made almost a facsimile of a sham of a smile.
Misao gripped the controls, gazing a little too intently at the screen, and geared up for battle.
FINAL BATTLE: Aoshi Shinomori vs. Misao Makimachi!
Iori was prepared for anything. Just not Chun Li. He made a graceful kick, and she jumped around the screen sporadically, making kicks but not finishing them and then doing a punch and then bouncing again until Iori could no longer guard himself, he was too busy turning around and around. The wonder in the blue slit skirt spun around, landing kicks and punches on a now quite shocked Iori. Misao wins first round!
Aoshi's eyes flared at the dancing Chun Li, while Kenshin and Sano just gaped. And kinda smiling behind his back. Ah well, ROUND TWO, FIGHT!
Iori pulled out a carefully structured battle plan which involved cornering Chun Li and beating the bloody pulp out of her. Aoshi got a Perfect Knock Out. Bonus points . . . Aoshi wins second round!
This made Miss Misao very very angry. Her eyes narrowed to dagger-like slits, and her wide competitive streak began to show in full force. ROUND THREE, FIGHT!
Iori was cold and calculating, Chun Li was just pissed. Every move he made, she countered with about four random moves, beating him back and back. Aoshi leaned forward, and then made a quick glance at Misao, who was leaning so far forward she was going to fall off the ottoman soon, and concentrating so hard that her tongue was out. Quite odd, really. He returned his concentration to the game, where Chun Li had actually figured out how to do the killer kick that hits like a billion times whenever you get close. Iori got close. He got hit. And while he tried gallantly to recover, he got his ass beat by the rookie in the blue dress. MISAO WINS FINAL BATTLE!
She looked smug.
Kenshin fell off his stool, with a giggle and an "Oro," whilst Sanosuke was nearly hiccupping in his glee. Aoshi was in shock. His iciness got even icier and he crossed his arms and sulked. Kenshin replaced his stool, leaving Aoshi stranded on his little stool island. Sano was laughing really hard as he congratulated Misao. She smiled a little Cheshire Cat smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Sano continued chuckling as he climbed the stairs to go to sleep. He was pretending it was his "afternoon siesta," but really he was still really tired. He usually beat Kenshin. He must really be slipping.
Kenshin patted her on the back. "That was well done, Miss Misao, that it was."
Aoshi glowered. Misao turned her cat's smile on Kenshin, even giggling a bit. "I can't believe my luck! I just pressed all the buttons!" ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
"I hope you have such luck next time we play," Kenshin said. "Well, I'm off. Gotta meet Tae and Kaoru at the Pier. I'll see you later, Miss Misao."
"Later!" she waved as he left through the back door, grabbing his scooter as he did so. Aoshi turned his head slightly to look at the victor of the last SF match before school. She was putting away the controllers and console in the closet. Once she shut the closet door, she turned to the still sulking Aoshi.
"Lord Aoshi, don't be upset. I had beginner's luck, that's all." She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his stiff shoulders. "I'm sure you're still the best."
Aoshi made strangling noises when she hugged him, but the scowl left his face.
"Bye, Aoshi-sama!" She had moved to leave, but turned around once for her goodbye. The look in his eyes reminded her of something, but she couldn't exactly place where she had seen it before. He remained sitting there, while she walked out and gently shut the door behind her.
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A/N: Yeah, we said back to school, didn't we? Ah well, we lied. The morning after just held SO MUCH POTENTIAL. Also, we DO have a plot, and we are slowly seeping it into the story. Right now we just want to let everyone have a good time. Peace Be With You. (that was stolen from the Holy Catholic Mother Church.)
Vash: Did you notice, you never said you don't own Rurouni Kenshin. . . .
Zippy: Didn't you hear? The deal just went through. WE OWN IT!!! ALL OF IT!!!!
Chunks: Yes, and we are going to make a new OVA!!! (well, maybe a New VA)
Zippy: Yeah, where nobody dies, Kenshin is a good father,
Chunks: Sano is still in the country, Megumi doesn't move anywheres,
Zippy: Misao has a bigger role, Aoshi is taking Prozac to work out his issues,
Chunks: Hiko hooks up with Ochika AND Omasu, and it is just mad monkey sex all over the place.
Zippy: But that's all we want to change. Yahiko will still grow up to be a hottie . . .
Wolfwood: You can't unkill people.
Chunks: Yes, yes we can . . .
Vash: Dude, haven't you read ANY Trigun fics?
That is all.
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A/N: Hi. This is Chapter Four. Please Enjoy. And Don't Take Life So Seriously. ^_^
Statement made to save One's Ass: We don't own drool, pottery wheels, Fishbone long boards (skateboards . . .), Mitsubishi (we still don't own it.), the horrible name Chet (if you have it, your parents are cruel and you have our sympathies), stereotypes, February, anything involving Karaoke, Star Wars, Shop Vac, Nintendo, Metallica (you know how they are about copyright infringement), poor losers, Alice in Wonderland, or suspicions. Okay, we own a few suspicions, but we keep them to ourselves. AND YOU SHOULD TOO. ^_^ Have a nice day. (We don't own that phrase either. We stole it. BUAHAHAHA)
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Kenshin drooled on the den floor. Actually, it just went across his cheek and onto the rug on the floor, and onto the sand that brought with him from the beach in his clothes and hair. Kind of makes you wonder what he was doing last night, doesn't it?
Hiko looked down at his son in dismay, then began prodding him with a stick.
"Mmmph . . ." Kenshin mumbled in unconsciousness.
"Wake up," Hiko said, irritated, tapping the hardwood flooring. "You spilled sand on my rug. You have to clean it up."
The redhead gave another incoherent muttering.
Hiko poked him a little harder this time. "Hey, get up and pick up your mess."
Kenshin rolled over a little. "Not now, Kaoru . . . I'm too tired . . . that I am . . ."
Hiko rolled his eyes and left the room muttering something about stupid sons being too selfish, not even wanting to think about the implications of what his son just said. Having three teenage boys living in the same house is enough to drive anyone up the wall. He went into the garage and broke out his pottery wheel, cranking up his loud rock music just before firmly shutting the door.
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Sano's black shirt flapped in the breeze as he glided down the sidewalk easily on his Fishbone long board. He smiled sleepily (he hadn't had much sleep last night either. Or any, actually . . .) and shoved his hands in his pockets as he approached the skate park, where he would be meeting with Katsu. Why? He didn't really know. But with Katsu, it was always bound to be fun . . . and not without an explosion somewhere. And possibly a fight. And wherever there was a fight, Sanosuke would ALWAYS be there.
The distinct sound of feminine giggling reached Sano's ears as he rounded the corner to the park, spotting some choice ASS. Looking smooth, he alighted from the board and did that cool little kick thingie where it flies up into your hand. He suavely sauntered up to the two giggling girls. "Hello, ladies . . ."
A buxom blonde smiled and gave him a *wink.* "Hey there cowboy . . ." she said in a breathy voice.
**All RIGHT . . . chicks dig the hair,** he thought to himself, taking his chances and stretching his arms around the blonde and her Latina friend. "So, you come here often?" he asked.
The Latina gave him a withering glare and plucked his arm off her shoulder. "Well I did until you showed up . . ." she pushed herself away.
"Wendy, don't be so mean," the blonde pouted her overly-glossed lips. Wendy rolled her eyes. Deciding to continue without her girlfriend, the blonde went on, "My name's Theresa. But you can call me whatever you want . . ."
**SCORE** "Name's Sano," he smiled. "But some of my friends call me Rooster."
"Does that mean you're just a really big cock?" she batted her mascara-ed eyelashes innocently.
**F-YEAH.** "Why don't we go sit over there and talk about that . . ." Sanosuke pulled her over to a nearby bench. Finding Katsu was no longer a priority.
Speaking of Katsu, he actually wasn't being destructive. He was in his natural element, the skate park, and had been pulling a few tricks on the half-pipe, but stopped when it came about the time that Sanosuke should have been arriving. Walking around the ramps and rails, he searched for his friend until he heard a guy shout, "HE'S HITTING ON MY CHICK!! GET HIM!!!"
**That sounds like a very Sano thing to do . . . guess I should go check it out . . .** Katsu walked a little faster to the area of the park where a group of white-boy gangstas were conglobulating around a certain spiky brown-haired player.
"Chet! Chet, don't hurt him!" the busty blonde bounced around in the background as the gang circled Sanosuke. "He was just being nice to me! Chet!" she bounced some more, which didn't really help the situation.
The gangsta homie g funk dawgs of 'Chet' kept taking head shots at Sano and knocking him down over and over again. However, every time they got him down, he just sproinged back up, laughing and daring them to try it again. This only served to anger the gangstas further, especially when Sanosuke took out a few of them after spotting Katsu and barreling his way toward his buddy.
Katsu idly leaned against a tree, twirling a pipette in his fingers. He grinned as Sanosuke approached, kicking off another of Chet's homies.
"Thanks for all your help," Sano said sarcastically.
"Don't mention it," Katsu answered. Seeing another guy come up behind Sano, Katsu's fist shot out and knocked the gangsta down. "I've got you covered," he said to Sanosuke as the rest of the gang made their way over.
"Thanks," Sano said, turning around to kick some more white-boy ass (A/N: no offense to white people. We are mostly white; we just enjoy laughing at ourselves. So laugh with us, not against us. That is all).
Near the entrance of the skate park, Megumi slammed on her brakes and stepped out of her shiny Mitsubishi, surveying the carnage. "Oh. My. God," her eyes were wide as she walked toward the surrounded Sanosuke and Katsu, stepping over unconscious white homie g's.
Chet, who was now not only mad about Sano hitting on his girl, but also taking out his bros, stormed angrily into the mass of flying fists and kicks, armed with a skateboard. Seeing Sanosuke distracted with fighting someone else, Chet raised the board above him, and cracked it over Sano's head. Despite his thick skull, Sano's eyes glazed and he fell to the concrete with a dull thud.
"Sano!" Katsu exclaimed, trying to lead the rest of the brawling crowd away from his unconscious and vulnerable friend.
Megumi gasped and ran (okay, well maybe not 'ran' . . . after all, it was only Sano. It was more of a brisk walk) to the rooster lying on the ground. Standing over him, she demanded, "WHAT is going on here?!"
"Isjussa lillil fiiy . . ." Sano answered woozily.
**Is he all right? He might have a concussion . . . I know his head's thick, but it can only take so much,** she had a concerned look. "Can you stand?"
"O shure . . . I'mm okaaaay . . ." he sat up, holding his head.
Katsu yelped because something bad was happening, but we don't know what. Sano's eyes widened. "I have to go help him!" he muttered moderately coherently.
Megumi pushed him back down, saying, "Oh no you don't. You need a doctor."
He snarled at her, "HEY. Just because you are foxy doesn't mean you get to boss me around."
"You aren't of use to anyone when you are knocked out. Just, oh, just come on. I'll take you to get help," she said exasperatedly. **Already insulting me . . . I think he'll be fine. He should get some sleep though. He looks rather tired.**
"Yeah yeah. . . whatever. Don't get your panties in a twist," he said as she helped him to his feet. She glowered at him while he called out, "Oi, Katsu! Plan B!"
Megumi looked puzzled. "Plan B?"
"Make a break for it. Come on, no dawdling," he added helpfully, as he leaned over and scooped up his Fishbone and Katsu's nondescript board. They were good skateboards; no sense leaving them with the crazies.
Katsu beat his way out of the crowd, then began running towards his two allies. He broke two pipettes and threw them over his shoulder, grinning stupidly all the while. Smoke started billowing out of them, engulfing the Chet-sters in a thick cloud of white. Katsu jumped in the backseat of Megumi's Mitsubishi, quickly shutting the door behind him.
Megumi was apparently going too slow for Sanosuke's liking, because he pushed her over the hood towards the driver's side. She made vehement protests as she rolled over the front of her car, trying to keep her skirt from riding up. Sano rode shotgun, and he noticed with glee that Megumi's hair was a bit tousled when she finally straightened up again, keys jangling.
She practically clawed open the door, and while buckling herself in she hissed at Sano, "If you EVER do that again, I will SERIOUSLY HARM YOU."
He smiled. "Oooh, I'm scared. Go."
She jammed the key in the ignition, put it into drive, and floored it.
Chet came stumbling out of the smoky cloud, yelling (in typical villain fashion), "You won't get away with that! No one hits on my girl!"
Sano just had time to stick his head out the window and yell, "She was a slut anyways!" before the little blue car sped away. They were about a block away from the scene when they saw and heard Cop cars driving past them towards the skate park.
Sano turned his head towards the backseat. "Katsu, you didn't leave anything behind at the skate park, did you?" he inquired.
"Nope. Only my smoke bombs, and those will have completely dissolved by the time the black and whites get there. Speaking of that, why are you wearing a black shirt?"
Sano turned back around. "All mine are dirty. It's Aoshi's. He won't miss it. He has like, twenty, of the same thing." He then dozed off against the seatbelt.
Megumi just scowled further and gripped the wheel tighter. Gee, that's someone you would want to avoid in your daily travels. She's angry, a teenager, female, AND Asian. By all stereotypes, she should have crashed miles ago. But she didn't. She pulled up in front of Kenshin's house. She had decided not to take Sano to the doctor's. He could just sleep it off. She and Katsu dragged him onto the lawn, where he lay spread eagle. His skateboard was left lying across his stomach.
Katsu looked at her as he pulled his board from the backseat. "Should we just leave him there, then?"
"He'll be fine. I'm too tired to take him anywhere. I didn't have much sleep last night." She sighed and got back in the Mitsu, then drove away in a huff.
Aoshi opened the front door and peered out. "Are you going to just abandon him?" he asked Katsu.
"Yes."
"But he's half white. He's going to get half burnt."
"Bummer. Later. . ." Katsu glided off on his board, intent on causing more fun anarchy.
Aoshi went back inside and shut the door.
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Kaoru dragged herself from bed. She just HAD to get all that sand out of her hair. She walked across the hall to the bathroom, where she took a nice bath and washed her hair. While brushing her teeth, she heard the pat pat pat of Yahiko walking down the hall, his feet slapping on the grey tiles.
:: BANG BANG:: He pounded on the door. "You're gonna be ugly no matter how hard you try, so quit wasting my time and get out of the bathroom!"
Kaoru then took as long as possible wiping off her face, applying lotion to her legs, wrapping her hair in a towel, putting on moisturizer, plucking her eyebrows, applying a little makeup, making sure the towel around her body was QUITE secure, then slowly unlocked the door and walked out gracefully. Steam fluttered out of the bathroom as she smiled ever so politely to her little brother, who was now dancing urgently. She then walked back to her room, where she picked out a lovely light blue and pink ensemble.
She was just tying the blue bow on her ponytail as she walked down the hall to the den. A frightful chattering met her as her two young aunties giggled over one of Kaoru's framed pictures. It showed a gleeful Kenshin, somber Aoshi, puzzled Sano, and devilishly smug Hiko, taken about last February.
"Oh my, doesn't he look sexy . . ." said Omasu to her sister.
Ochika replied, "Heck yeah. Geez, if only I hadn't had so many drinks at the last Christmas party, I might have gotten some. Damn Karaoke."
"I know. And those shish kabobs. Not good with the trampoline, you remember?"
"Not really. It all just blends together," mused Ochika.
"Good morning, Aunties," smiled Kaoru.
"Morning, Kaoru," they responded, equally beaming.
"Did you have fun with Kenshin last night? We heard all about the" here Omasu nudged Kaoru with her elbow "'shell collecting.' Sounds like fun to me!"
Kaoru turned an interesting shade of fuchsia.
"We're here to watch the kids while you go off and play with your little friends," Omasu added.
Yahiko's voice echoed from the bathroom. "I'M NOT A KID. I AM FOURTEEN."
Ochika smiled at the direction his voice came from. "Of course you are, dear."
"Now run along, Kaoru," said Omasu. "Off you go then." She flapped her hands at the teenager, a bemused look on her face.
Kaoru turned on her heel and left without breakfast. She'd just snare some on the way to Tae's house, and meet up with Kenshin later that evening. She was almost safely out the door when Ochika chimed, "Don't forget protection, dear!"
All Kaoru could do was shut the door.
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Misao strolled down the sidewalk, humming "Fly Me to the Moon," techno style. (Don't ask.)
She cut across Hiko's lawn, stopped briefly to stare down at the still unmoving form of Sano, then marched up to the front door and knocked.
Aoshi opened the door again. "Oh, hello, Misao."
"Aoshi-sama, did you know that Sanosuke is passed out on your lawn?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Just checking. Help me bring him in."
"Why?"
"NOW!" Misao cried as her eyes narrowed.
Aoshi silently helped her continue the dragging of Sano, started by Megumi and Katsu, and finished in the living room, where he was unceremoniously dropped in the pile of sand that Kenshin still hadn't picked up.
Kenshin slid open the sliding glass door and heaved the Shop Vac behind him. "Good morning, Miss Misao. Ready for the battle?"
She smiled mischievously and nodded.
Kenshin then proceeded to lug in the heavy-duty vacuum and began sucking up the sand around Sano's body. The vacuum was extremely loud, but Sano didn't move. Kenshin, using the hose, almost pulled on the shirt, but Aoshi stopped him, saying, "That's my shirt. Why does he have my shirt?"
Kenshin shrugged and replied, "I doubt that he has any other clean clothes. I never seem to wash HIS clothes. They must be trapped under his bed, that they must."
The vacuum hose mrroommed over by Sano's head, and his hair began leaning towards the hose. A lock or two almost went into the tube, but Sano's hand moved up to protect it, just as his eyes opened up. "Not the hair . . . not my hair . . ."
Misao leaned over and smiled, while chirping, "Good morning, Sanosuke! Ready for the big showdown?"
Sano groaned as she helped him to his feet. "Shut up, weasel girl."
She promptly dropped him. He really isn't the brightest crayon in the box. But it's cute, right? Yeah, it's cute. Sano managed to hop up on his own, and went and sat in the big cushy armchair over by where Misao was fiddling with the TV.
"Video one or video two? Video one or video two? Video one or video two? Video--"
"Video three," resonated an exasperated voice from inside the storage closet located behind Sano's chair. Aoshi pulled out the game console and began assembling it. Kenshin, now finished vacuuming, returned the Shop Vac to the backyard shed. He then came back in the house and pulled the kitchen stools a few feet so that everyone could be equally close to the television.
The console was plugged in, TV set on Video THREE, and Sano and Kenshin took up the keypad control thingies (sorrie, we aren't really gamers. We are just being posers here). Aoshi settled onto the nearest stool, looking dignified. Misao put the game in the console, knocked Sano's feet of the ottoman, and parked herself on it. Street Fighter Battle was on! (FYI: we actually took the time to look up stuff, and we have determined that they are playing 'Capcom vs. SNK2 EO' on their Nintendo Game Cube. Gonna try and get SOME of the moves in, but hey, does anybody really care if we are specific? Thought not.)
FIRST BATTLE: Sanosuke Sagara vs. Kenshin Himura Hiko!
Sano as . . . RYU!!! Kenshin as . . .Ken . . . (hehe that's really convenient. ^_^)
This was a weekly ritual enjoyed by almost all the males of the house. Hiko, however, preferred to closet himself in the garage. Strains of Metallica could be heard clearly over the game noises. Anyways, Ryu kicked but Ken blocked and punched, which Ryu avoided by leaping high over his opponent's head. Ken and Ryu battled fiercely, throwing fireballs and yelling at each other. Kenshin and Sano also yelled at each other. Must be something to do with testosterone. Oh dear, Sanosuke wins the first match.
Another bout of kicking, blocking, and fireballing, Sano's character flashing around in his white gi and red headband. Kenshin character also blazed in his red gi. The muscular men fight rapid fire on the screen, and Kenshin wins number two. Tie score. Third round, Ken knocks down Ryu, kicks him when he is down, but Ryu perks right back up and sends a flurry of punches Ken-way. However, fireball and Dragon Punch later, Kenshin emerges the victor. Kenshin wins battle one!
Sano threw the controller down in disgust. "The weasel girl was blocking my view!" he protested.
Aoshi raised an eyebrow. "The redhead won fair and square. Deal with it, and pass me the controller."
Sano glared and chucked the control at Aoshi's head. Aoshi caught it with ease and chose his character, Iori. Angry man dressed in a black shirt and red pants.
SECOND BATTLE: Kenshin Hiko vs. Aoshi Shinomori!
First round has the usual punches and hits, with Ken leaping into the air to deliver a particularly resounding kick to Iori. Iori was taken aback, but used his special mystical powers to defeat Ken. Round two, Ken does his best to corner Iori, but Aoshi's mastery of gaming fights leaves Ken in a K.O. Aoshi wins battle two!
Kenshin hands the controller to Misao, who was new to the game. He attempted to council her on the moves that Chun Li, her character, might use.
"Okay, so you press these two to spin in the air, and then you press and hold this one while moving the joystick to do the super kick thing, and then you move around like this, that you do."
Misao looked confused.
"And then you--" he tried to continue.
"No no, I'll be fine. . ." Misao interrupted him, eyes glazed. "I'll just sit here and push buttons."
"Well, watch out. Aoshi is the master of this game. He's whooped every gamer we've ever met," Sano cautioned from his position in the cushy armchair.
Aoshi made almost a facsimile of a sham of a smile.
Misao gripped the controls, gazing a little too intently at the screen, and geared up for battle.
FINAL BATTLE: Aoshi Shinomori vs. Misao Makimachi!
Iori was prepared for anything. Just not Chun Li. He made a graceful kick, and she jumped around the screen sporadically, making kicks but not finishing them and then doing a punch and then bouncing again until Iori could no longer guard himself, he was too busy turning around and around. The wonder in the blue slit skirt spun around, landing kicks and punches on a now quite shocked Iori. Misao wins first round!
Aoshi's eyes flared at the dancing Chun Li, while Kenshin and Sano just gaped. And kinda smiling behind his back. Ah well, ROUND TWO, FIGHT!
Iori pulled out a carefully structured battle plan which involved cornering Chun Li and beating the bloody pulp out of her. Aoshi got a Perfect Knock Out. Bonus points . . . Aoshi wins second round!
This made Miss Misao very very angry. Her eyes narrowed to dagger-like slits, and her wide competitive streak began to show in full force. ROUND THREE, FIGHT!
Iori was cold and calculating, Chun Li was just pissed. Every move he made, she countered with about four random moves, beating him back and back. Aoshi leaned forward, and then made a quick glance at Misao, who was leaning so far forward she was going to fall off the ottoman soon, and concentrating so hard that her tongue was out. Quite odd, really. He returned his concentration to the game, where Chun Li had actually figured out how to do the killer kick that hits like a billion times whenever you get close. Iori got close. He got hit. And while he tried gallantly to recover, he got his ass beat by the rookie in the blue dress. MISAO WINS FINAL BATTLE!
She looked smug.
Kenshin fell off his stool, with a giggle and an "Oro," whilst Sanosuke was nearly hiccupping in his glee. Aoshi was in shock. His iciness got even icier and he crossed his arms and sulked. Kenshin replaced his stool, leaving Aoshi stranded on his little stool island. Sano was laughing really hard as he congratulated Misao. She smiled a little Cheshire Cat smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Sano continued chuckling as he climbed the stairs to go to sleep. He was pretending it was his "afternoon siesta," but really he was still really tired. He usually beat Kenshin. He must really be slipping.
Kenshin patted her on the back. "That was well done, Miss Misao, that it was."
Aoshi glowered. Misao turned her cat's smile on Kenshin, even giggling a bit. "I can't believe my luck! I just pressed all the buttons!" ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
"I hope you have such luck next time we play," Kenshin said. "Well, I'm off. Gotta meet Tae and Kaoru at the Pier. I'll see you later, Miss Misao."
"Later!" she waved as he left through the back door, grabbing his scooter as he did so. Aoshi turned his head slightly to look at the victor of the last SF match before school. She was putting away the controllers and console in the closet. Once she shut the closet door, she turned to the still sulking Aoshi.
"Lord Aoshi, don't be upset. I had beginner's luck, that's all." She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his stiff shoulders. "I'm sure you're still the best."
Aoshi made strangling noises when she hugged him, but the scowl left his face.
"Bye, Aoshi-sama!" She had moved to leave, but turned around once for her goodbye. The look in his eyes reminded her of something, but she couldn't exactly place where she had seen it before. He remained sitting there, while she walked out and gently shut the door behind her.
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A/N: Yeah, we said back to school, didn't we? Ah well, we lied. The morning after just held SO MUCH POTENTIAL. Also, we DO have a plot, and we are slowly seeping it into the story. Right now we just want to let everyone have a good time. Peace Be With You. (that was stolen from the Holy Catholic Mother Church.)
Vash: Did you notice, you never said you don't own Rurouni Kenshin. . . .
Zippy: Didn't you hear? The deal just went through. WE OWN IT!!! ALL OF IT!!!!
Chunks: Yes, and we are going to make a new OVA!!! (well, maybe a New VA)
Zippy: Yeah, where nobody dies, Kenshin is a good father,
Chunks: Sano is still in the country, Megumi doesn't move anywheres,
Zippy: Misao has a bigger role, Aoshi is taking Prozac to work out his issues,
Chunks: Hiko hooks up with Ochika AND Omasu, and it is just mad monkey sex all over the place.
Zippy: But that's all we want to change. Yahiko will still grow up to be a hottie . . .
Wolfwood: You can't unkill people.
Chunks: Yes, yes we can . . .
Vash: Dude, haven't you read ANY Trigun fics?
That is all.