Disclaimer: Same as usual--Undead mine, Ronins not.
::meanwhile, back at the Dynasty::
Dais went around his room, picking up and packing everything that was his. Well, everything he did not plan on burning to rid it of his former room mate's taint. He was sorry indeed when he came across his favorite shirt. He found it with a stain on it, stashed in the back of the closet.
Taking one look at it, he fished his Flippo lighter out of his pocket and torched it on the spot.
Anubis stood in the doorway, watching his every move. Catching his leader's surprised expression, he simply stated, "I would rather cleanse this shirt with fire than even attempt to wash it."
"Personally, I think you just sent it to hell."
Dais raised an eyebrow, staring at the half-flaming garment. "Anubis: If Kale wore this, I think I just saved it's immortal soul."
"Whatever." He paused. "You really are going through with this, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," he dropped the shirt on Kale's bed. Now it was Anubis' turn to raise an eyebrow. Dais, hardly noticing the catching fire, continued to take his clothes out of the closet. "It's not like I am leaving the Dynasty, if that's what you are worried about. Besides, I have not seen Andros in ages. Literally," Dais looked at Anubis to see how he'd take his last statement. He only shook his head.
"You are either a brave soul or a foolish man to move in with a vampire, never mind two of them."
Dais only smiled. "Would you share a room with Kale?"
Anubis let him have that one. "Good point."
After a few more minutes, he had finished tracking down his belongings. By this time, Kale's entire bed was at least three-fourths engulfed in flames. Taking one last look around the room, he clapped his hands together. "Well, time to go." Dais picked up two of his boxes and headed out past Anubis.
The latter just stood there, staring at the burning mattress. "You know you're going to get your ass kicked for this, right?"
"Yeah," he stopped, turning around with a wicked grin. "But every minute will be worth it."
Again facing the makeshift bonfire--which had began to climb up the wall--Anubis once again had to agree with him.
At school, Andros was having issues of his own. He simply could not decide whether to let Rekka have his fun or pay him back in full. 'I'm sure he was mad about something, so whatever it was, he's over it now.' Rubbing his sore chest, he growled. 'He damn well better be, anyway.'
Rekka, sensing his friend's attitude from across the room, simply smiled, blowing a kiss.
Rowen, always observant, caught him in the act. "Sheesh, man! First day, and you're already making a move!"
"I suppose you could say that," he said slowly, grabbing three desserts to go with his lunch.
"Slow down, Rekka; wouldn't want to lose your figure," Kento laughed, getting his own lunch.
"I am positively ravenous. I haven't had that good of a work out in a LONG time."
The truth was, it HAD been a while since he last had a worthy opponent. Or a good reason to flatten someone. Andros had given him both that day in gym class.
::earlier last period::
Ryo's prediction holding true, they were playing soccer for the first week or so. Andros, having never played before, had not been sure of what to do. He had said as much to the coach, who had assured him he would catch on pretty quickly.
He had caught on to something, all right. At first, he did not pay any attention when his companion had drafted him to be one of the goalies. "It will give you a chance to watch the game in action. All you have to do is keep me from scoring a hit--I mean, goal." Well, that sounded simple enough, since he could even use his hands, which the other players could not.
Not that it helped much. They had both agreed beforehand not to use any of their abilities in public unless in the most dire of emergencies.
By watching Ryo and Rekka hog the ball to themselves (Rowen was fowled for tripping someone), Andros began to see what the game was about. Actually, it looked kinda fun. Maybe next game he'd play center--
"Heads up, Andros!" one of his teammates shouted as Ryo came towards him with the ball. Judging by his movements, he predicted that he would kick it hard to the left. He planned on waiting until the next-to-last moment before moving to block so he himself would not be second-guessed. Then, something totally unexpected happened.
At the next-to-next-to-last moment, Ryo and Rekka--who had been behind him the whole time--switched places. In a move only a vampire could perform, Rekka shifted to the right and moved in front of his look-alike. Using only a portion of his super-strength, he drove the ball hard to the right, where Andros turned since he was expecting it to go there, anyway.
The latter immediately noticed that the ball would not go in the net. 'Too far over, Rekka. Serves you right for pulling that stunt.' He turned with a slightly amused to his ball-hogging companion, who, for some odd reason, had the most detrimental, ill-meaning grin on his face that Andros had ever seen in his entire (very long) lifetime. Feeling very sick indeed, he looked for the ball. 'What's he--?' "Oh, sh--!"
A lot had happened so far in the space of three seconds. In the next two, the ball ricocheted off of the right side of the goal and headed towards the distressed goalie. Taken by surprise, Andros had no time whatsoever to react before the soccer ball--wet from the grass that the sprinklers had watered early that morning--smacked him full-force in the chest, knocking him into the other side of the goal. Unfortunately for him, the force with which he hit the goal caused it to fall over on top of both him and the ball.
"GOAL!!!" shouted a very excited Rekka, who was weak with laughter along with most of the other players from both teams. The only people who were truly concerned were the girls ("Poor Andros!" they wailed), Sage, and Cye. As for the rest of the Ronins, well, they were rolling on the ground and slapping high-fives with the other guys (Ryo, along with the coach, were trying their damnedest not to laugh).
"Is he OK?" a concerned Cye asked Sage.
Halo did not respond immediately. Instead, he walked over to Rekka. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Rekka, still giddy from his brilliant play, totally missed the point of his question. "The ball still went in the net, though!"
Staggering from laughter, he moved towards his prostate buddy, who had not moved an inch. **giggle** "I'm sorry, man, but," **teeheehee** "You've had that coming all morning!" **Haha--Ack!**
If he had not leaned too close to the net, then maybe he would have had time to get out of the way before Andros grabbed him by the throat. Lifting his face off of the grass, he snarled, "I suggest you catch the bus home, you sneaky little asshole."
Attempting to be the mediator, Cye stepped in. "Woah, hold on, mate! I'm sure he didn't mean--" the words died in his throat as he was hit with a glare with twice as much poison as Sekhmet's katanas.
"You really DON'T know him very well, do you?"
For some sick reason, Rekka started laughing again. Andros just dug his nails further into the bastard's trachea, cutting him off quite abruptly.
"Hah--" **gag!, followed by strangling noises**
Recalling the events of last bell, Andros had to smile a little. 'I must admit, he has become faster. And a little more clever, too.'
The guys all came over from the lunch line. "Well, it's nice to see you're in better spirits," Cye hazarded, sitting across from him (and one chair over).
"Oh, that reminds me," Rowen turned to Rekka as they sat down, "how DID they ever get him to let go of your neck?"
"I can't quite remember, but I don't think that crowbar can be used anymore," he winced involuntarily. Andros caught his discomfort and smiled sweetly, "Some object lessons are learned the hardest."
::at Talpa's castle::
Kale stares at his side of the room, which has been totally gutted by fire. "DAIS!!!!!!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS; MARK MY WORDS, YOU CROSS-DRESSER!!!!"
Kayura (aside to Anubis) "What's he talking about?"
Anubis (to Kayura) "It's a long story, but Dais won the bet."
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Well, that's chapter the third. I suppose I may actually add a plot to this little work, but we'll see what comes up. I just hope I don't jinx myself with all this roommate from hell stuff--this is my last year of high school *_*. Eh, well, if anyone actually reads this who knows a thing or two about college roomies, can you give me a heads-up? I know it's different from school-to-school, but I still want to know what I'm in for. Alluve!
DarkFlame136
::meanwhile, back at the Dynasty::
Dais went around his room, picking up and packing everything that was his. Well, everything he did not plan on burning to rid it of his former room mate's taint. He was sorry indeed when he came across his favorite shirt. He found it with a stain on it, stashed in the back of the closet.
Taking one look at it, he fished his Flippo lighter out of his pocket and torched it on the spot.
Anubis stood in the doorway, watching his every move. Catching his leader's surprised expression, he simply stated, "I would rather cleanse this shirt with fire than even attempt to wash it."
"Personally, I think you just sent it to hell."
Dais raised an eyebrow, staring at the half-flaming garment. "Anubis: If Kale wore this, I think I just saved it's immortal soul."
"Whatever." He paused. "You really are going through with this, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," he dropped the shirt on Kale's bed. Now it was Anubis' turn to raise an eyebrow. Dais, hardly noticing the catching fire, continued to take his clothes out of the closet. "It's not like I am leaving the Dynasty, if that's what you are worried about. Besides, I have not seen Andros in ages. Literally," Dais looked at Anubis to see how he'd take his last statement. He only shook his head.
"You are either a brave soul or a foolish man to move in with a vampire, never mind two of them."
Dais only smiled. "Would you share a room with Kale?"
Anubis let him have that one. "Good point."
After a few more minutes, he had finished tracking down his belongings. By this time, Kale's entire bed was at least three-fourths engulfed in flames. Taking one last look around the room, he clapped his hands together. "Well, time to go." Dais picked up two of his boxes and headed out past Anubis.
The latter just stood there, staring at the burning mattress. "You know you're going to get your ass kicked for this, right?"
"Yeah," he stopped, turning around with a wicked grin. "But every minute will be worth it."
Again facing the makeshift bonfire--which had began to climb up the wall--Anubis once again had to agree with him.
At school, Andros was having issues of his own. He simply could not decide whether to let Rekka have his fun or pay him back in full. 'I'm sure he was mad about something, so whatever it was, he's over it now.' Rubbing his sore chest, he growled. 'He damn well better be, anyway.'
Rekka, sensing his friend's attitude from across the room, simply smiled, blowing a kiss.
Rowen, always observant, caught him in the act. "Sheesh, man! First day, and you're already making a move!"
"I suppose you could say that," he said slowly, grabbing three desserts to go with his lunch.
"Slow down, Rekka; wouldn't want to lose your figure," Kento laughed, getting his own lunch.
"I am positively ravenous. I haven't had that good of a work out in a LONG time."
The truth was, it HAD been a while since he last had a worthy opponent. Or a good reason to flatten someone. Andros had given him both that day in gym class.
::earlier last period::
Ryo's prediction holding true, they were playing soccer for the first week or so. Andros, having never played before, had not been sure of what to do. He had said as much to the coach, who had assured him he would catch on pretty quickly.
He had caught on to something, all right. At first, he did not pay any attention when his companion had drafted him to be one of the goalies. "It will give you a chance to watch the game in action. All you have to do is keep me from scoring a hit--I mean, goal." Well, that sounded simple enough, since he could even use his hands, which the other players could not.
Not that it helped much. They had both agreed beforehand not to use any of their abilities in public unless in the most dire of emergencies.
By watching Ryo and Rekka hog the ball to themselves (Rowen was fowled for tripping someone), Andros began to see what the game was about. Actually, it looked kinda fun. Maybe next game he'd play center--
"Heads up, Andros!" one of his teammates shouted as Ryo came towards him with the ball. Judging by his movements, he predicted that he would kick it hard to the left. He planned on waiting until the next-to-last moment before moving to block so he himself would not be second-guessed. Then, something totally unexpected happened.
At the next-to-next-to-last moment, Ryo and Rekka--who had been behind him the whole time--switched places. In a move only a vampire could perform, Rekka shifted to the right and moved in front of his look-alike. Using only a portion of his super-strength, he drove the ball hard to the right, where Andros turned since he was expecting it to go there, anyway.
The latter immediately noticed that the ball would not go in the net. 'Too far over, Rekka. Serves you right for pulling that stunt.' He turned with a slightly amused to his ball-hogging companion, who, for some odd reason, had the most detrimental, ill-meaning grin on his face that Andros had ever seen in his entire (very long) lifetime. Feeling very sick indeed, he looked for the ball. 'What's he--?' "Oh, sh--!"
A lot had happened so far in the space of three seconds. In the next two, the ball ricocheted off of the right side of the goal and headed towards the distressed goalie. Taken by surprise, Andros had no time whatsoever to react before the soccer ball--wet from the grass that the sprinklers had watered early that morning--smacked him full-force in the chest, knocking him into the other side of the goal. Unfortunately for him, the force with which he hit the goal caused it to fall over on top of both him and the ball.
"GOAL!!!" shouted a very excited Rekka, who was weak with laughter along with most of the other players from both teams. The only people who were truly concerned were the girls ("Poor Andros!" they wailed), Sage, and Cye. As for the rest of the Ronins, well, they were rolling on the ground and slapping high-fives with the other guys (Ryo, along with the coach, were trying their damnedest not to laugh).
"Is he OK?" a concerned Cye asked Sage.
Halo did not respond immediately. Instead, he walked over to Rekka. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Rekka, still giddy from his brilliant play, totally missed the point of his question. "The ball still went in the net, though!"
Staggering from laughter, he moved towards his prostate buddy, who had not moved an inch. **giggle** "I'm sorry, man, but," **teeheehee** "You've had that coming all morning!" **Haha--Ack!**
If he had not leaned too close to the net, then maybe he would have had time to get out of the way before Andros grabbed him by the throat. Lifting his face off of the grass, he snarled, "I suggest you catch the bus home, you sneaky little asshole."
Attempting to be the mediator, Cye stepped in. "Woah, hold on, mate! I'm sure he didn't mean--" the words died in his throat as he was hit with a glare with twice as much poison as Sekhmet's katanas.
"You really DON'T know him very well, do you?"
For some sick reason, Rekka started laughing again. Andros just dug his nails further into the bastard's trachea, cutting him off quite abruptly.
"Hah--" **gag!, followed by strangling noises**
Recalling the events of last bell, Andros had to smile a little. 'I must admit, he has become faster. And a little more clever, too.'
The guys all came over from the lunch line. "Well, it's nice to see you're in better spirits," Cye hazarded, sitting across from him (and one chair over).
"Oh, that reminds me," Rowen turned to Rekka as they sat down, "how DID they ever get him to let go of your neck?"
"I can't quite remember, but I don't think that crowbar can be used anymore," he winced involuntarily. Andros caught his discomfort and smiled sweetly, "Some object lessons are learned the hardest."
::at Talpa's castle::
Kale stares at his side of the room, which has been totally gutted by fire. "DAIS!!!!!!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS; MARK MY WORDS, YOU CROSS-DRESSER!!!!"
Kayura (aside to Anubis) "What's he talking about?"
Anubis (to Kayura) "It's a long story, but Dais won the bet."
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Well, that's chapter the third. I suppose I may actually add a plot to this little work, but we'll see what comes up. I just hope I don't jinx myself with all this roommate from hell stuff--this is my last year of high school *_*. Eh, well, if anyone actually reads this who knows a thing or two about college roomies, can you give me a heads-up? I know it's different from school-to-school, but I still want to know what I'm in for. Alluve!
DarkFlame136