UPDATE: Beta-read by Ninja Addy (THAAAANKS :D)

We decided to write this story after we played a visual novel on our phones: NinjaLove. We couldn't get over the cheesy lines and made fun about it. We imagined what we would do in the situation of the main protagonist and concluded we would utterly fail at the heroine department. This story is written mainly for our own fun. When we read it, we can't stop laughing because we can imagine it all happening.

On to the story!

Chapter 1

Waking up in a kimono isn't an every day experience. Waking up with your best friend next to you in a kimono may make it a little weirder. But when seven hot guys are standing around you and your friend, you might just want to use the pinch-myself-to-look-if-it's-a-dream trick. Because seriously, why the freak would something like that happen?

"Princesses, we must hurry. The enemy is approaching fast."

Myrthe and Sanne blinked.

"Is he... like... talking to you?" Myrthe whispered quietly to Sanne.

"I'm wearing a kimono..." Sanne just mumbled.

"Sanne, we have a BIG problem here, seven to be precise, stop lo-"

"A FREAKING KIMONO!" Sanne interrupted her with a yell. She grabbed Myrthe by her shoulders and shook her in excitement. "A KI-MO-NO! As in, Japanese cool clothes, as in, my biggest dream!"

"I thought your biggest dream was to marry an Asian guy..." Myrthe interjected, but she was ignored.

"...And my hair matches! Wait a minute, since when is it so silky?" Sanne just asked while letting some hair slip between her fingers.

"Since we woke up in like... a totally unfamiliar place... with seven... guys..." Myrthe eyed the unfamiliar men around them and quickly started to think about a grand escape plan.

"..Never mind, it looks AWESOME! And look at you! You're like a Japanese hime-sama! That means a Japanese princess!" Sanne exclaimed while grabbing Myrthe's hands.

"I know what hime-sama means, but shouldn't we-" Myrthe tried.

"And my hair is like super long! And so is yours! We always wanted long hair! Best. Day. Ever." Sanne started to dance around, still holding Myrthe's hands.

"That's fine and all that, but you might want to take a look around you."

Finally, Myrthe got Sanne's attention. She stopped jumping around her stoic friend and cocked her head to the side. "What's the matter, Mi-chan?"

Myrthe gave a little sigh, which Sanne after some years finally could decipher as a sigh of relief (Myrthe wasn't really good at showing her emotions, so Sanne was extremely proud she could understand her 1 out of 10 times) and tried to explain. "Well, Sanne, if yo-"

"We have to go, now." a masculine voice interrupted.

"NOW HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE!" Myrthe yelled, turning to the source of the sound. Sanne interrupting her, she could handle. In fact, she was quite used to it. She even interrupted Sanne from time to time, which she almost never did to other people. But a stranger suddenly thinking he could interrupt her? Ha! He had made a big mistake.

But before she could give the guy a piece of her mind, Sanne gasped. Myrthe turned to her in confusion, not forgetting her anger but keeping it in check for later. She had already plotted countless ways to take revenge on the rude guy.

But while Myrthe was making up those things, Sanne finally sobered up and thought about the situation. She was not really good at grasping a situation on the first try, like Myrthe, but now that she was in serious mode, her brains immediately went to work. And when that happened, she could notice a lot more things then Myrthe, who would miss the most obvious signs and probably hadn't noticed that they were, in fact, standing on the edge of a deep green forest, with a Japanese styled house behind them. They kind of were like a misplaced yin and yang duo.

Sanne edged away from the guy closest to her, Myrthe had already stepped away the few millimeters that made her feel just a tiny bit more safe.

"Mi-chan, we're in some deeeeeep trouble here.." Sanne muttered.

"No shit, sherlock..." Myrthe deadpanned. She took a deep breath, and looked Sanne in the eyes.

"What about this, we play along with this show and talk about this later?"

"What kind of idea is that? What if they kill us! We have to get away."

"Get away? Nice thinking miss obvious. What's your plan?"

Right on that moment, Sanne was distracted by a wild butterfly that flew around her head, realized that she was distracted, tried to grasp the thought she was thinking about, couldn't think of it anymore and went blank. She blinked sheepishly a few times.

"Great... well... let's try plan D." Myrthe sighed.

Remembering their subject again, Sanne asked "Shouldn't we start with A?"

"Pfts, of course not. That's what they think we will do."

"Yeah, right. But the letter A is stupid so let's go to D!"

"Great logic right there." and then Myrthe muttered: "Here goes nothing..." before raising her foot and stomping it as hard as she could on the feet of the guy who still needed some pain for being rude to her. In the process however, she slipped when she hit his feet, which resulted in her foot turning to an odd angel and a cry of pain from Myrthe. The guy himself hadn't uttered a sound. Sanne was silent for a moment, debating on whether to face palm, laugh really hard, or try to escape in the confusion.
"OUCH! PAIN!" Myrthe yelped, clutching the foot in her hands.

"Great going..." Sanne said while giving Myrhte a thumbs up with a carefully blank face. When Myrthe growled in answer, she couldn't hold it anymore. She doubled over.

"T-that looked so utterly stupid!" she laughed.

"Oh, shut up. Can't you be like: 'poor Myrthe, let me help you.'" Myrthe grumbled.

"Well, I was thinking about running away, so you should be happy."

"You WHAT?"

"B-but, I'm still here! I w-wouldn't leave you, h-hehe..."

"What are you trying to do?" the man simply asked while Myrthe decided to call him evil-guy.

"They both must be under a lot of stress, because they only know since yesterday they are the samurai princesses." someone answered.

"That explains their behavior." another added.

"Wah... 'Samurai princesses?' What kind of stupid name is that? Which idiot came up with such a cliché name, huh?" Myrthe asked, while still holding her foot in pain.

"Pft, even I could make up something more appealing and original than 'Samurai Princess'!" Sanne agreed.

"Yeah, even Sanne could come up with something better than Samurai Princesses." Myrthe said.

"...I was only joking... You're so MEAN!"

"I am not! You said you weren't good at coming up with names, I only agreed."

"That IS mean!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"We have to go, now!" Evil-guy interrupted (again) while grabbing Myrthe and hoisting her up his shoulder.

"I'll take this one, you" he pointed at another guy "will take that one." He ignored a "You should not address the princesses in that way!" from one of the guys and continued. "That way, we will have more chance to arrive in the city with at least one samurai princess. Also, we will be harder to detect. Now, let's go."

"Waaaaait a minute. Chances to arrive?" Sanne asked, while looking around.

"Put me down immediately!" Myrthe yelled, her voice muffled because she was hanging upside down on the shoulder of evil-guy.

"And wait, are you going to separate us?" Sanne started to look at every guy intently.

"I demand you to put me down, now!"

"And why do we have to go to the city?"

"I will use my privilege as a stupid samurai princess to force you to put me down!"

"And like, are there chances one of us NOT surviving?" Sanne now said, panicking.

"Put. Me. Freaking. Down. Now.!"

"B-but I don't want to die!"

"I'm gonna yell really hard in your ear and tell annoying stories about the times I got lost if you'll not put me down!"

"And I don't want Mi-chan to die!" Sanne wailed, referring to her friend with the nickname they used.

"Now, do you really want me to do such a childish thing?"

"Why are we samurai princess anyway?"

"No, you don't. And I don't want to either. So let's just say that's a deal. You can put me down now."

"Wah, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" While the girls both were trying to talk their way out of this situation or at least get some information, the guy who was appointed to accompany Sanne had picked her up, which resulted in a screaming Sanne.

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Sanne wailed, crushing the guy in a tight embrace because she was scared to fall.

"Aw, this one is cute!" The guy told the others cheerily.

"I give up." Myrthe muttered.

"Good choice." Evil-guy replied.

"Alright, we'll see you in the city." a random guy announced, after which he suddenly disappeared.

"D-did you see that?" Sanne asked horrified.

"See what? I can't see anything form this position except for a backside."

"Take good care of the princesses. The outcome of this war depends on their lives." another guy said before too disappearing into thin air.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what depends on whose lives?" Myrthe suddenly asked.

"It happened again! He just d-disappeared. What kind of magic is this?"

"We'll take care of them! Let's go princess!" The guy who had picked Sanne up said.

"Wait. NO! I don't want to leave Mi-chan! NOOO!"

"Ah, don't worry, we'll see her again in the city... probably..."

"Great pep talk right there..." Myrthe dead panned.

"Nooo! Mi-chaa-" Sanne yelled, but she was cut of by a whoosh of wind when she disappeared because the guy who was holding her.

"Sanne? You're still there? Sanne? SANNE?" But then Myrthe, too, disappeared. Soon, there were no men left on the quiet place on the edge of the woods. With no traces left, a bird began to sing her song, not knowing about the distress of two pretty weird girls.

That's it.

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