Sadly, just like everyone else here, I do not one RK.....sigh

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Chapter One-The decendants

"Shinta! Aoshi! Time to come in for dinner!" a young woman called. Catherine was an American woman who had been married happily for seven years.

Her husband, Michio Shinomori, was a Japanese genetics reasearch engineer, who came to the U.S. as a teenager with his parents. They had two beautiful boys, Shinta, age six, and Aoshi, age five. They were exepecting two more, she was six months along with twin girls. They had already picked out names, Kaoru and Misao.

"Coming okaa-san!" the boys cried. It was a beautiful summer day, and the two brothers took advantage of the sun to play. They ran into the house and straight into their mother's arms. Catherine laughed and embraced them.

"What? No hug for your otou-san?" said Michio as he entered through the front door, home from work. The boys laughed and jumped on their father.

"Alright boys, go wash your hands and then come to the table," said Catherine. "Hai okaa-san!" Shinta and Aoshi replied, running to the kitchen sink.

" They always seem to have so much energy, don't they?" Sighed Catherine. "I can barely keep up!"

" They're young boys, koishii, of course they're going to be running everywhere. Just wait until they're older, they may slow down a bit," replied Michio. "

"I don't think so. Most teenage boys are hasing girls and getting into trouble!" replied Catherine. Michio laughed and embraced his wife. "Well, let's just hope that we teach them well and that it stays with them."

At that moment, Shinta and Aoshi came into the dining room and sat down at the table. "Oka-san's food smells delicious!" Cried Shinta. " It's always yummy." said Aoshi.

Dinner went on like usual. This night, they were all eating pasta, so both Shinta and Aoshi were slurping their noodes, seeing who could slurp the longest. Michio ended up joining in his boys' competition, but sadly lost to Shinta. "I win!" he cried. "

"Alright alright," said Catherine chuckling. "It's time for you boys,including you, " giving Michio a pointed look," to get cleaned up and ready for bed." " Awww..." all three groaned. Catherine got up and started clearing the table as the two children and their father made their way to the bathroom to wash up.

While Catherine was at the sink doing dishes, Michio returned. " They're all washed up and ready to be tucked in," he said, embracing his wife from behind. " Alright," she replied while wiping her hands on her apron. Michio let her go, and she went to the children's bedroom. When she arrived, she found them both sitting up in their beds, with the blankets up to their waists.

" It's my turn to pick the story tonight, okaa-san," said Shinta.

"Alright, what would you like to hear?" she replied.

"I want the one about the samurai!" he said excitedly.

" That's one of my favorites too," she said. Soon, the children had fallen asleep to their mother's soothing voice, telling them all about the red-headed samurai who wandered Japan.

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a/n As you all can probably guess, I'm new! This is my first story, EVER! Yayness!!