Written by Cousin D
Don't own them, but wish I did (drool!). I do own Junior.
Very slight slash, nothing explicit.
Thanks to everyone who gave me great suggestions at my last posting of this story, I fixed some of my errors.
I like the Japanese names better, don't you?
Anubis- Sh'ten
Dais- Rajura
Cale- Anubis
Sekhmet- Naaza
Ryo- Ryo
Cye- Shin
Kento- Shu
Sage- Seiji
Rowan- Touma
Mia- Nasutei a.k.a. Nasty (it's a nickname, not an insult.)
Taulpa- Arago
For the sake of this story, please ignore the fact that all the Ronins do, in reality, have parents, except poor Ryo. They all should be orphans for the plot to work.
"We're going where?"
"We're going where?" Ryo demanded, leaning forward on the couch in astonishment and resting his elbows on his knees.
They were all sitting in Nasty's living room, all nine of them, and looking at the dark haired girl with astonishment. The Samurai Troopers were sprawled on the couch or lounging around when Nasty had come in to announce her news while the Warlords had had to be called away from the television in the other room.
Nasty put her hands on her hips and gave her 'boys' a stern look. "That's right, boys. We're all going to school. High school to be exact." She had known that most of them wouldn't like the idea, but it had to be done. Even looking at the stricken expressions of Shu and Ryo, she had to do this.
Everyone had different reactions to the news. Touma and Shin looked happy, but the others didn't. Seiji just accepted the news as another part of life. Shu sat back in the couch with a plaintive look at his (current) girlfriend. "But why, Nasty? What did we do wrong?" His voice plainly said that he didn't know why they were being punished.
Nasty laughed. "Nothing! But, unfortunately, someone from the department of child welfare saw us all out at the mall last week when, apparently, we should have been in school. He's threatened to have the state intervene on our behalf." She said this ominously. The Warlords looked at each other in puzzlement.
Sh'ten considered what she said as he sat behind Shin, who was on the floor between Sh'ten's legs, and ran his fingers through the other boy's brown hair. "What does that mean, exactly?"
The Ma-Sho had only been in the mortal realm for a few weeks after Arago's death and they were still a little shaky on how the Earth worked these days. Everyone was still getting used to Sh'ten and Shin falling in love and living with former enemies. Still, Sh'ten did not like the sound of this.
"It means that they'll send in police to take us all to separate children's homes or the juvenile penitentiary." Nasty answered, dreading the idea. True, it would be only for a year, until they were legally adults, but she hated the thought of being separated from the only family she knew. Her boys were her whole world.
Anubis looked at her with a frown as he scratched unconsciencely at his scar. IT was a nervous habit he wasn't even aware of. "What is that? A juvenile penitentiary?" He was standing behind the couch and practically leaning on Ryo's shoulders. He always seemed to be finding a reason to be near Ryo and making it seem as if it were nothing, which made Ryo rather uneasy, at best.
"It's like prison for children." Touma answered. He had his arm around Seiji and was absently stroking his lover's shoulder. "They'll lock us up there, or worse, they'll put us in an orphanage."
Ryo shuddered inwardly, though he said nothing. After his grandmother had died, he had lived in an orphanage for several years before running away. The thought of going back sent chills down his spine, but he'd never let anyone know. There were a couple of very good reasons that he'd run away when he was fifteen. Reasons he didn't want to think about, not now, not ever.
"We are not children!" Naaza shouted, insulted. "We four are all well over 400 years old!" He said, referring to the Ma-Sho.
Rajura laughed at the expression on his lover's face.
Nasty sighed. "But you look seventeen and, by law, that's to young to be living on one's own. We have to go to school or the truant officer is going to catch us and separate us when they find out there's no adult here to look after us."
Rajura ran a hand through his beautiful, long, white hair. "I don't know why you're worried, Nasty. If anyone tries to disrupt our home, we will kill them." Life was very simple for Rajura and he liked it that way.
"We can't do that." Ryo told Rajura firmly. "We're the good guys, remember? Now, you're good guys, too."
Rajura frowned. "Why not? That's how it used to be before we went to the Nether Realms. I suppose if the idea of killing makes you so unhappy, I could just make myself look older when one of these social workers comes by and pretend to be an adult."
"That's not really the point. They don't know that we haven't anyone to look after us, yet. They just think that we haven't been going to school. But, if we don't go to school, then they will send someone out here to look up on us and they'll find out we don't have any adults out here. Then we'll be sent to orphanages regardless on whether or not we go to school.
Look, stop fighting me on this." Nasty said, getting frustrated. "It has to be this way. Everything will be fine so long as just go and make the best of things for one year. That's all we have to do. I've all ready made fake IDs up for everyone and filed it with the high school. We're all going together, so there's nothing to worry about. Let's just accept reality."
Rajura never did like reality, it just didn't suit him. He had a plan and wasn't about to go to school like a child. Rajura smiled, forming his plan carefully in his devious mind.
Continued...
Don't own them, but wish I did (drool!). I do own Junior.
Very slight slash, nothing explicit.
Thanks to everyone who gave me great suggestions at my last posting of this story, I fixed some of my errors.
I like the Japanese names better, don't you?
Anubis- Sh'ten
Dais- Rajura
Cale- Anubis
Sekhmet- Naaza
Ryo- Ryo
Cye- Shin
Kento- Shu
Sage- Seiji
Rowan- Touma
Mia- Nasutei a.k.a. Nasty (it's a nickname, not an insult.)
Taulpa- Arago
For the sake of this story, please ignore the fact that all the Ronins do, in reality, have parents, except poor Ryo. They all should be orphans for the plot to work.
"We're going where?"
"We're going where?" Ryo demanded, leaning forward on the couch in astonishment and resting his elbows on his knees.
They were all sitting in Nasty's living room, all nine of them, and looking at the dark haired girl with astonishment. The Samurai Troopers were sprawled on the couch or lounging around when Nasty had come in to announce her news while the Warlords had had to be called away from the television in the other room.
Nasty put her hands on her hips and gave her 'boys' a stern look. "That's right, boys. We're all going to school. High school to be exact." She had known that most of them wouldn't like the idea, but it had to be done. Even looking at the stricken expressions of Shu and Ryo, she had to do this.
Everyone had different reactions to the news. Touma and Shin looked happy, but the others didn't. Seiji just accepted the news as another part of life. Shu sat back in the couch with a plaintive look at his (current) girlfriend. "But why, Nasty? What did we do wrong?" His voice plainly said that he didn't know why they were being punished.
Nasty laughed. "Nothing! But, unfortunately, someone from the department of child welfare saw us all out at the mall last week when, apparently, we should have been in school. He's threatened to have the state intervene on our behalf." She said this ominously. The Warlords looked at each other in puzzlement.
Sh'ten considered what she said as he sat behind Shin, who was on the floor between Sh'ten's legs, and ran his fingers through the other boy's brown hair. "What does that mean, exactly?"
The Ma-Sho had only been in the mortal realm for a few weeks after Arago's death and they were still a little shaky on how the Earth worked these days. Everyone was still getting used to Sh'ten and Shin falling in love and living with former enemies. Still, Sh'ten did not like the sound of this.
"It means that they'll send in police to take us all to separate children's homes or the juvenile penitentiary." Nasty answered, dreading the idea. True, it would be only for a year, until they were legally adults, but she hated the thought of being separated from the only family she knew. Her boys were her whole world.
Anubis looked at her with a frown as he scratched unconsciencely at his scar. IT was a nervous habit he wasn't even aware of. "What is that? A juvenile penitentiary?" He was standing behind the couch and practically leaning on Ryo's shoulders. He always seemed to be finding a reason to be near Ryo and making it seem as if it were nothing, which made Ryo rather uneasy, at best.
"It's like prison for children." Touma answered. He had his arm around Seiji and was absently stroking his lover's shoulder. "They'll lock us up there, or worse, they'll put us in an orphanage."
Ryo shuddered inwardly, though he said nothing. After his grandmother had died, he had lived in an orphanage for several years before running away. The thought of going back sent chills down his spine, but he'd never let anyone know. There were a couple of very good reasons that he'd run away when he was fifteen. Reasons he didn't want to think about, not now, not ever.
"We are not children!" Naaza shouted, insulted. "We four are all well over 400 years old!" He said, referring to the Ma-Sho.
Rajura laughed at the expression on his lover's face.
Nasty sighed. "But you look seventeen and, by law, that's to young to be living on one's own. We have to go to school or the truant officer is going to catch us and separate us when they find out there's no adult here to look after us."
Rajura ran a hand through his beautiful, long, white hair. "I don't know why you're worried, Nasty. If anyone tries to disrupt our home, we will kill them." Life was very simple for Rajura and he liked it that way.
"We can't do that." Ryo told Rajura firmly. "We're the good guys, remember? Now, you're good guys, too."
Rajura frowned. "Why not? That's how it used to be before we went to the Nether Realms. I suppose if the idea of killing makes you so unhappy, I could just make myself look older when one of these social workers comes by and pretend to be an adult."
"That's not really the point. They don't know that we haven't anyone to look after us, yet. They just think that we haven't been going to school. But, if we don't go to school, then they will send someone out here to look up on us and they'll find out we don't have any adults out here. Then we'll be sent to orphanages regardless on whether or not we go to school.
Look, stop fighting me on this." Nasty said, getting frustrated. "It has to be this way. Everything will be fine so long as just go and make the best of things for one year. That's all we have to do. I've all ready made fake IDs up for everyone and filed it with the high school. We're all going together, so there's nothing to worry about. Let's just accept reality."
Rajura never did like reality, it just didn't suit him. He had a plan and wasn't about to go to school like a child. Rajura smiled, forming his plan carefully in his devious mind.
Continued...