Chapter Two: Kurei picked a peck of pickled...pickles?
Kurei smiled behind his mask. Whether evil or not, Raiha couldn't tell. But wait, how would he be able to see the smile in the first place? Never mind. Kurei beckoned Raiha forward.
Raiha edged forward, unsure of what Kurei was about to do to him.
"Raiha, I want you to do something very special for me." Kurei began in a hushed voice. Raiha leaned closer. "You see, Neon has set up a health food shop."
Raiha leaped back in surprise. "A health food shop!" he exclaimed. "Whatever will she be up to next? Neon is full of crazy ideas." He looked up and noticed Kurei's arm beginning to spark. "But of course, she's a very, erm, lively young lady, Kurei-sama," he added.
Just then, a suspicion began to form in Raiha's mind. "Waaait a minute... what does this have to do with me anyway?"
Kurei smiled. (He does that a lot these days, doesn't he?) Ignoring Raiha's question, he continued. "And well, she's trying to find a way to make fat-free hamburgers." Raiha felt like saying 'that would take all the fun out of eating them', but seeing how happy Kurei was, changed his mind. "She ordered a big, big jar of low-fat pickles and well, I got them for her. Now, that's when YOU come into the picture." Kurei pointed a perfectly manicured nail at Raiha. "I want you to help me deliver the pickles."
Raiha sighed. Once the fighting was over, he had gone from personal ninja to window cleaner to hallway sweeper. And now, he was a delivery boy. Still, it was better than sitting around with nothing to do but smell the flowers. (yes, Neon had been working hard at brightening up the Uruha mansion)
"Where is this health food shop anyway?" Raiha asked, considerably eager to start on his mission. Kurei looked thoughtful. (yes, I KNOW we can't tell behind that mask of his. Just put up with it.)
"I don't know," the scarlet-robed flamemaster admitted. Raiha fell over. "Well, I know you'll have to travel through the forest to get there though. That's why I picked you for this mission."
Raiha got to his feet. "Okay, I am ready to fulfill my duty as your personal ninja, Kurei-sama. Now show me the pickles!"
Kurei waved his hand. "Former servants of Mori Kouran who are now MY servants, bring in the pickles!" Nothing happened.
"Erm, Kurei-sama. I think you killed them all after we finished our business with the late Mori-sama."
"So I did. Guess I'll have to go get them myself." Kurei disappeared behind a scarlet curtain behind his throne and reappeared a few minutes later. He staggered down the steps to his throne carrying a huge jar of pickles twice his size.
"Yikes," said Raiha. "That thing's three hundred and fifty times the size of Domon's brain!" (you do the math.)
"Well, Neon DID say she wanted a REALLY BIG jar, so..." Kurei looked slightly sheepish. "But wait, what are you still hanging around for? The fanfic's supposed to be about your journey, after all." And with that, Kurei promptly tossed the huge jar at the ninja, who caught it just before it hit the ground.
"Oof," Raiha said.
-end of chapter two-
Raiha: That still wasn't very long.
Ikazuchi-chan: Hey, I'm a busy student, okay.
Kurei: I thought there were supposed to be improvements.
Ikazuchi-chan: (sweatdrops) Erm... heehee. Just be a little more patient, okay?
Raiha: Oh, and why aren't you calling yourself Raiha no Hime now? (bats eyelashes)
Ikazuchi-chan: (spies Fuuko in the distance) Erm... tell you some other time. Well, I have to go work on the next chapter now, gottagoseeya! (runs away)
Fuuko: Now where did she go, hmmm? (brandishes darts)
Raiha and Kurei: (sweatdrop)
Kurei smiled behind his mask. Whether evil or not, Raiha couldn't tell. But wait, how would he be able to see the smile in the first place? Never mind. Kurei beckoned Raiha forward.
Raiha edged forward, unsure of what Kurei was about to do to him.
"Raiha, I want you to do something very special for me." Kurei began in a hushed voice. Raiha leaned closer. "You see, Neon has set up a health food shop."
Raiha leaped back in surprise. "A health food shop!" he exclaimed. "Whatever will she be up to next? Neon is full of crazy ideas." He looked up and noticed Kurei's arm beginning to spark. "But of course, she's a very, erm, lively young lady, Kurei-sama," he added.
Just then, a suspicion began to form in Raiha's mind. "Waaait a minute... what does this have to do with me anyway?"
Kurei smiled. (He does that a lot these days, doesn't he?) Ignoring Raiha's question, he continued. "And well, she's trying to find a way to make fat-free hamburgers." Raiha felt like saying 'that would take all the fun out of eating them', but seeing how happy Kurei was, changed his mind. "She ordered a big, big jar of low-fat pickles and well, I got them for her. Now, that's when YOU come into the picture." Kurei pointed a perfectly manicured nail at Raiha. "I want you to help me deliver the pickles."
Raiha sighed. Once the fighting was over, he had gone from personal ninja to window cleaner to hallway sweeper. And now, he was a delivery boy. Still, it was better than sitting around with nothing to do but smell the flowers. (yes, Neon had been working hard at brightening up the Uruha mansion)
"Where is this health food shop anyway?" Raiha asked, considerably eager to start on his mission. Kurei looked thoughtful. (yes, I KNOW we can't tell behind that mask of his. Just put up with it.)
"I don't know," the scarlet-robed flamemaster admitted. Raiha fell over. "Well, I know you'll have to travel through the forest to get there though. That's why I picked you for this mission."
Raiha got to his feet. "Okay, I am ready to fulfill my duty as your personal ninja, Kurei-sama. Now show me the pickles!"
Kurei waved his hand. "Former servants of Mori Kouran who are now MY servants, bring in the pickles!" Nothing happened.
"Erm, Kurei-sama. I think you killed them all after we finished our business with the late Mori-sama."
"So I did. Guess I'll have to go get them myself." Kurei disappeared behind a scarlet curtain behind his throne and reappeared a few minutes later. He staggered down the steps to his throne carrying a huge jar of pickles twice his size.
"Yikes," said Raiha. "That thing's three hundred and fifty times the size of Domon's brain!" (you do the math.)
"Well, Neon DID say she wanted a REALLY BIG jar, so..." Kurei looked slightly sheepish. "But wait, what are you still hanging around for? The fanfic's supposed to be about your journey, after all." And with that, Kurei promptly tossed the huge jar at the ninja, who caught it just before it hit the ground.
"Oof," Raiha said.
-end of chapter two-
Raiha: That still wasn't very long.
Ikazuchi-chan: Hey, I'm a busy student, okay.
Kurei: I thought there were supposed to be improvements.
Ikazuchi-chan: (sweatdrops) Erm... heehee. Just be a little more patient, okay?
Raiha: Oh, and why aren't you calling yourself Raiha no Hime now? (bats eyelashes)
Ikazuchi-chan: (spies Fuuko in the distance) Erm... tell you some other time. Well, I have to go work on the next chapter now, gottagoseeya! (runs away)
Fuuko: Now where did she go, hmmm? (brandishes darts)
Raiha and Kurei: (sweatdrop)