This idea randomly came to me while I was watching Naruto. My cousin
thought I had gone crazy because I was laughing extremely hard while
watching Gaara drooling and trying to literally eat Sasuke.
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Silence. That's all he could hear. The car drove on without a sound.
"Stupid shounen," said Nanjiroh in a bored voice while scratching his head. He yawned and played around with his monk outfit, waiting to hear something exciting. Nothing. Not even a coo or giggle. Suddenly the car hit a bump and Nanjiroh managed to bonk his head extremely hard on the roof of the trunk. Yes. He was in the trunk. The world's greatest tennis player had sunken so low that he would hide in his son's car and spy on him.
Nanjiroh pressed his ear closer to the radio-like machine. Nothing but faint buzzing. Oh well, he could wait a bit longer. He began to think of foolproof plan to spy on his son. He had planted a baby monitor up front where the boy wouldn't be able to see it. It was the kind that Nanjiroh had used when Ryoma was but a little child. He left one up in Ryoma's room and would read his porn magazines with the other one downstairs. The baby monitor upstairs would pass the sounds coming from Ryoma's room, down to Nanjiroh's monitor.
Since he had managed to plant one of them up front, he should be able to hear everything that happened in the car. Foolproof. Well, it would have been if he had put the recording monitor up front and hearing one next to him. Unfortunately for him, he had switched them around.
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"Neh, Ryoma-kun," said Sakuno shyly with hesitation, "did you say something?"
Eyes focused on the road, the prince shook his head.
"Anou, I keep hearing things coming from your glove compartment. . ." she mumbled.
Suddenly, the sound came again. This time it was a muffled sound that seemed to sound like, "baka. . .". Ryoma heard this too and opened the glove compartment. It was a baby monitor that said, "ECHIZEN" in big bold letters. Turning slightly pink, the boy closed the compartment and took the steering wheel again.
"Hold on a minute," he said while he turned into a parking lot. It was practically deserted there. The prince eyed a speed bump on the road and grinned maliciously. He drove the car over it and a muffled cry came from the trunk. Once again, he backed out and ran over the bump again. Sakuno had turned pale and was clutching her seat belt with all her strength. She heard a dull thump from the back followed by a muffled "dammit!".
"He's in the trunk," sighed Ryoma exasperatedly while turning off the engine.
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Nanjiroh rubbed his head.
"Does that idiot know how to drive? He'll get all three of us killed," he thought while grabbing the monitor again. Suddenly, the trunk opened and a wave of fresh air hit him. Before the monk could let out a sigh of relief, he noted two faces. One was the terrified face of a cute girl on the verge of fainting and the other was. . .the furious face of a cat ready to kill.
"Look, it's a distraction!" screamed Nanjiroh while pointing at the sky. He quickly made his escape while the two stared at the stars.
Ryoma groaned when he saw his father escaped. He couldn't believe that he had fallen for that. Maybe the presence of Sakuno was making him a bit jumpy.
"Who was that?" asked Sakuno while biting her lip and watching Ryoma close the trunk.
"You don't want to know," he replied simply before opening the door for her. He hoped his father wouldn't come and bother them again.
"Never trust an old man," he thought while starting up the car.
Baka oyaji.
Silence. That's all he could hear. The car drove on without a sound.
"Stupid shounen," said Nanjiroh in a bored voice while scratching his head. He yawned and played around with his monk outfit, waiting to hear something exciting. Nothing. Not even a coo or giggle. Suddenly the car hit a bump and Nanjiroh managed to bonk his head extremely hard on the roof of the trunk. Yes. He was in the trunk. The world's greatest tennis player had sunken so low that he would hide in his son's car and spy on him.
Nanjiroh pressed his ear closer to the radio-like machine. Nothing but faint buzzing. Oh well, he could wait a bit longer. He began to think of foolproof plan to spy on his son. He had planted a baby monitor up front where the boy wouldn't be able to see it. It was the kind that Nanjiroh had used when Ryoma was but a little child. He left one up in Ryoma's room and would read his porn magazines with the other one downstairs. The baby monitor upstairs would pass the sounds coming from Ryoma's room, down to Nanjiroh's monitor.
Since he had managed to plant one of them up front, he should be able to hear everything that happened in the car. Foolproof. Well, it would have been if he had put the recording monitor up front and hearing one next to him. Unfortunately for him, he had switched them around.
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"Neh, Ryoma-kun," said Sakuno shyly with hesitation, "did you say something?"
Eyes focused on the road, the prince shook his head.
"Anou, I keep hearing things coming from your glove compartment. . ." she mumbled.
Suddenly, the sound came again. This time it was a muffled sound that seemed to sound like, "baka. . .". Ryoma heard this too and opened the glove compartment. It was a baby monitor that said, "ECHIZEN" in big bold letters. Turning slightly pink, the boy closed the compartment and took the steering wheel again.
"Hold on a minute," he said while he turned into a parking lot. It was practically deserted there. The prince eyed a speed bump on the road and grinned maliciously. He drove the car over it and a muffled cry came from the trunk. Once again, he backed out and ran over the bump again. Sakuno had turned pale and was clutching her seat belt with all her strength. She heard a dull thump from the back followed by a muffled "dammit!".
"He's in the trunk," sighed Ryoma exasperatedly while turning off the engine.
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Nanjiroh rubbed his head.
"Does that idiot know how to drive? He'll get all three of us killed," he thought while grabbing the monitor again. Suddenly, the trunk opened and a wave of fresh air hit him. Before the monk could let out a sigh of relief, he noted two faces. One was the terrified face of a cute girl on the verge of fainting and the other was. . .the furious face of a cat ready to kill.
"Look, it's a distraction!" screamed Nanjiroh while pointing at the sky. He quickly made his escape while the two stared at the stars.
Ryoma groaned when he saw his father escaped. He couldn't believe that he had fallen for that. Maybe the presence of Sakuno was making him a bit jumpy.
"Who was that?" asked Sakuno while biting her lip and watching Ryoma close the trunk.
"You don't want to know," he replied simply before opening the door for her. He hoped his father wouldn't come and bother them again.
"Never trust an old man," he thought while starting up the car.
Baka oyaji.
