"You've got mail!"
Ryo yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Just a few more minutes, Sage," he muttered sleepily, turning over on his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. Sage loved to get the entire household up and running by at least 6 AM during their days off, even though most of his fellow Ronins tended to fall asleep in their breakfast. 'It's the weekend after midterms, just let me get some extra rest,' he thought, desperately trying to drift back into dreamland....
.. .. .. .. 'WAIT A MINUTE!!!' He sat up, startled. Grabbing a red spherical object from his bedside in one swift motion, he jumped straight from the bed to the middle of the floor, hunched over to protect himself from any sudden attacks. The voice that had called out to him wasn't Sage's or any of the other Ronins. It wasn't even the Ancient. A voice of a man 30- 40 years old, seemingly almost happy in its own psycho way. 'There's an intruder in the house ...... wait a minute. "You've got mail"?'
Easing up from his tense defensive position, he turned to his open laptop. After being thrown off of Mia's computer once too many times, he had finally gone out and gotten his own. In fact, Rowen and Cye had their own computers too, one for each bedroom now. He had left his on all night by accident, after writing various e-mails to his friends at school about how unfair the teachers could be. Yawning again, he combed his fingers through his bed-ridden hair. 'Friends from school. Yeah, probably replying about how hard their lives are. They'd freak if they knew what I was doing when I wasn't studying.' He flopped into a chair beside his desk.
'Man, what a fantastic life I have. Train in the morning, go to school 3 miles away, sneak out at lunch to train, come home, eat, rescue the world from certain doom, train, polish swords, study, sleep. Do it all again the next day.' He clicked on the mailbox icon. 'Yep, a great life. I wish something new would happen. Something where I wouldn't be fighting for my life against a dark warlord. Something where I wouldn't be eating dirt every few seconds. Something new....
Ryo was about to get his wish. He had plenty of replies about the midterms, the teachers, and their failing test grades, but one e-mail caught his eye. "Samurai looks like you?" he read out loud. Double-clicking the e-mail, his eyes widened and he sweatdropped as he read the title for a link: 'My Crazy Ronin Page'.
Too paralyzed to move, he sat and read the line over and over again. 'There's no way it could be right. No way.' Reaching within himself to the last of his energy, he managed to create a cry that would have woken up the most dormant of spirits resting in the Dynasty.
"GUYS!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!!!"
Sage was the first to jog in. "Hey, Ryo, it's my job to wake everyone up. What's all the screaming about?" he asked, panting from his sprint.
Ryo was still too shocked to answer or even turn to his friend, let alone notice his rubber ducky boxers. All he could do was point at the monitor. Sage walked over and looked over the bearer of Wildfire's shoulder. His eyes getting as big as Ryo's, he made an almost inaudible sound, then darted from the room. He returned dragging Kento and Rowen in tow as Ryo regained himself just enough to click on the link.
"Sage, as much as you love having a steady schedule and all, a man's gotta have his sleep after midterms!" Kento whined. Rowen was already beginning to eye Ryo's unmade bed, but Sage continued to half lead, half drag them over to the desk.
"Believe me, you want to be awake for this."
"What, is the Dynasty attacking on a weekend?"
"Worse."
Ryo grabbed Kento and nearly shoved him into the monitor. The screen was now displaying a web page, a picture of all five Ronins in their subarmor filling it up entirely. That was enough to jolt the bearers of Hardrock and Strata into reality.
"Wha..Where did you find this?" Rowen said after a minute of silence.
"A friend sent it to me. Looks like somebody knows who we are," Ryo said grimly.
"Not good. Do you know what a person could do with this kind of information?" Sage asked.
"Better question. Where did they get that picture of us?" Everyone turned to Kento. "I mean, look at it! It shows all of us powering up our armors! I don't remember posing for that!" he said, gesturing towards the screen.
"Wait. There's more." Ryo scrolled down and began to read off the names of links below the main picture. "Bios. Plot. Rants. Pictures. Fanfiction. Fanart. Chat. Links to other pages. Wait a minute, links to other pages?!?! How many other people know about us?!?!"
All the Ronins could do was look around at each other's grim, frightened faces. Their secret, their mission. Blown wide open. Everyone could now know who they were and what they were capable of. It wouldn't be long until innocent people would get in the way.
Rowen was the first to break the silence. "Okay, Ryo, let's start from the beginning. Who sent you this website?"
Ryo minimized the website's window and brought his mailbox back up. "Um, it says here, '[email protected]'.
The look on the Ronin's faces went straight from fear to pure anger. Their cry was enough to wake the ghosts of the Dynasty for the second time that morning.
"Cyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
++--++ GLOBAL DISCLAIMER: Ronin Warriors (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers) is the copyrighted material of Sunrise, Inc. ++--++ CHAPTER DISCLAIMER: The website found by the Ronins is completely FICTIONAL and is in no way associated with any singular Ronin Warrior or Samurai Trooper fan site. Rather, it is a mimic of Ronin Warrior fan sites in general.
The mentioned e-mail address is REAL. ++--++
Ryo yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Just a few more minutes, Sage," he muttered sleepily, turning over on his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. Sage loved to get the entire household up and running by at least 6 AM during their days off, even though most of his fellow Ronins tended to fall asleep in their breakfast. 'It's the weekend after midterms, just let me get some extra rest,' he thought, desperately trying to drift back into dreamland....
.. .. .. .. 'WAIT A MINUTE!!!' He sat up, startled. Grabbing a red spherical object from his bedside in one swift motion, he jumped straight from the bed to the middle of the floor, hunched over to protect himself from any sudden attacks. The voice that had called out to him wasn't Sage's or any of the other Ronins. It wasn't even the Ancient. A voice of a man 30- 40 years old, seemingly almost happy in its own psycho way. 'There's an intruder in the house ...... wait a minute. "You've got mail"?'
Easing up from his tense defensive position, he turned to his open laptop. After being thrown off of Mia's computer once too many times, he had finally gone out and gotten his own. In fact, Rowen and Cye had their own computers too, one for each bedroom now. He had left his on all night by accident, after writing various e-mails to his friends at school about how unfair the teachers could be. Yawning again, he combed his fingers through his bed-ridden hair. 'Friends from school. Yeah, probably replying about how hard their lives are. They'd freak if they knew what I was doing when I wasn't studying.' He flopped into a chair beside his desk.
'Man, what a fantastic life I have. Train in the morning, go to school 3 miles away, sneak out at lunch to train, come home, eat, rescue the world from certain doom, train, polish swords, study, sleep. Do it all again the next day.' He clicked on the mailbox icon. 'Yep, a great life. I wish something new would happen. Something where I wouldn't be fighting for my life against a dark warlord. Something where I wouldn't be eating dirt every few seconds. Something new....
Ryo was about to get his wish. He had plenty of replies about the midterms, the teachers, and their failing test grades, but one e-mail caught his eye. "Samurai looks like you?" he read out loud. Double-clicking the e-mail, his eyes widened and he sweatdropped as he read the title for a link: 'My Crazy Ronin Page'.
Too paralyzed to move, he sat and read the line over and over again. 'There's no way it could be right. No way.' Reaching within himself to the last of his energy, he managed to create a cry that would have woken up the most dormant of spirits resting in the Dynasty.
"GUYS!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!!!"
Sage was the first to jog in. "Hey, Ryo, it's my job to wake everyone up. What's all the screaming about?" he asked, panting from his sprint.
Ryo was still too shocked to answer or even turn to his friend, let alone notice his rubber ducky boxers. All he could do was point at the monitor. Sage walked over and looked over the bearer of Wildfire's shoulder. His eyes getting as big as Ryo's, he made an almost inaudible sound, then darted from the room. He returned dragging Kento and Rowen in tow as Ryo regained himself just enough to click on the link.
"Sage, as much as you love having a steady schedule and all, a man's gotta have his sleep after midterms!" Kento whined. Rowen was already beginning to eye Ryo's unmade bed, but Sage continued to half lead, half drag them over to the desk.
"Believe me, you want to be awake for this."
"What, is the Dynasty attacking on a weekend?"
"Worse."
Ryo grabbed Kento and nearly shoved him into the monitor. The screen was now displaying a web page, a picture of all five Ronins in their subarmor filling it up entirely. That was enough to jolt the bearers of Hardrock and Strata into reality.
"Wha..Where did you find this?" Rowen said after a minute of silence.
"A friend sent it to me. Looks like somebody knows who we are," Ryo said grimly.
"Not good. Do you know what a person could do with this kind of information?" Sage asked.
"Better question. Where did they get that picture of us?" Everyone turned to Kento. "I mean, look at it! It shows all of us powering up our armors! I don't remember posing for that!" he said, gesturing towards the screen.
"Wait. There's more." Ryo scrolled down and began to read off the names of links below the main picture. "Bios. Plot. Rants. Pictures. Fanfiction. Fanart. Chat. Links to other pages. Wait a minute, links to other pages?!?! How many other people know about us?!?!"
All the Ronins could do was look around at each other's grim, frightened faces. Their secret, their mission. Blown wide open. Everyone could now know who they were and what they were capable of. It wouldn't be long until innocent people would get in the way.
Rowen was the first to break the silence. "Okay, Ryo, let's start from the beginning. Who sent you this website?"
Ryo minimized the website's window and brought his mailbox back up. "Um, it says here, '[email protected]'.
The look on the Ronin's faces went straight from fear to pure anger. Their cry was enough to wake the ghosts of the Dynasty for the second time that morning.
"Cyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
++--++ GLOBAL DISCLAIMER: Ronin Warriors (Yoroiden Samurai Troopers) is the copyrighted material of Sunrise, Inc. ++--++ CHAPTER DISCLAIMER: The website found by the Ronins is completely FICTIONAL and is in no way associated with any singular Ronin Warrior or Samurai Trooper fan site. Rather, it is a mimic of Ronin Warrior fan sites in general.
The mentioned e-mail address is REAL. ++--++