Loaded

"'ey guys, look what I found!" Cye squealed, walking in the living room with something cupped in his hands. The four in the room rolled their eyes. If it was any usual Cye findings it would involved a frog. Or a tadpole. Or a fish. But certainly nothing exciting. "Look, a black gun!" The four nearly jumped a foot from their spots as Cye stood in the doorway, standing very Charlie's Angels-esque, pointing the handgun at various people.

"Damn it, Cye, is that thing loaded?"

"I dunno." The Brit mumbled, looking at the piece. "But its brilliant, isn't it? I found its twin too, a white one." Ryo started to walk toward the boy, but backed off when the white gun came out. Now both hand guns were pointed into the room.

"Put the things down, boy." Kento commanded, "before you shoot someone. Again."

"'ey, 'ey, that was not me fault."

"Not yar fault!" Rowen cried from his spot on the couch. "Ya shot me in the ass with a pellet gun! I couldn't sit down for days on one cheek! And that's not yar fault!"

"But it was yer idea to come surprise the Brit with a loaded gun in his hands! You deserved that!"

"What!" Rowen cried, and shot up to his feet, starting to make a move for Cye. But he stopped mid step, his eyes wavering on the guns that were still raised high.

"Ok, ok, Cye, before this gets outta hand. Give me the guns." Ryo reached out his hands and Cye shook his head.

"No way. I like these things. They're awesome. They feel like someone made them personally. Maybe I'll become Cye, bearer of Torrent, Man with Handguns!" Cye took another Charlie's Angels pose.

"Well check to see if they're loaded. We'll let you keep em if they aren't." Ryo coaxed to a frowning Cye.

"Bloody... I'm what? 16? And the oldest too. So leave me the fook alone." Cye grumbled as he stormed out of the room.

"If he wasn't so damn cute..." Ryo mumbled under his breath, shaking his head.

(A couple weeks later)

"Guys?" Cye poked his head back into the living room. Four heads lifted up to look at him, this time fear in each of their eyes. They had learned over the past few weeks not to mess with Cye, the boy had guns and a temper that enabled him to use them. "Whateva happened to Ebony and Ivory, me guns?" Everybody blinked in union. "Me guns!" He cried exasperated. "Me loves." He mumbled holding his hands to his heart, as all four boys just blinked back. The Brit growled, and disappeared back out of the room.

"Kento, you got rid of those things, right?" Ryo whispered.

"Yeah, they're in the Coffin."

"That 135 gallon fish tank of his that's in the dining room?" Rowen asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeppers. I buried them into the gravel."

"...is that why his fish have been steady dying the past few weeks?" Sage asked.

"Perhaps." Kento mumbled.

"Well hopefully they'll rust beyond him being able to use them again. So nobody gets shot." Rowen growled.

Suddenly the ceiling above the couch exploded. Milliseconds later the window across from the room shattered.

"Hey mates I found me guns!" Cye cried from the other room. "And they're only a little watery and rusty but still workin'! And wouldn't you know, they ARE loaded!"

"Cye!" Sage screeched back, pulling plaster out of his hair. "Stop shooting your gun off in the living room!"

The End

Hope you enjoyed!

(Oh, btw, I don't own the Ronin Warriors, Naruto, Good Omens, Futurama, Philadelphia Zoo, Devil May Cry, Gundam Wing, The Shining, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Charlie's Angels, and any fics that might have been hinted at. And anything else I might of mentioned. If you happen to own one of the former mentioned objects and do not like how they were portrayed then I will removed the offending pieces but I would hope you have good enough humor to see this is all in fun. And honesty, if you go to the Philadelphia Zoo you will hear the tortoises go at it. One of em isn't called Grunt cuz he's cute! and if yer curious why the Coffin is called the Coffin, think of a glass box that is 72'x 18' x 24'. That's six feet by foot and half by two feet for you special people. Literally, it would make a nice place to bury a couple of people.)