A Ronin Warriors fanfic by Jobee. Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Ronin
Warriors or Mia Koji. Warning: Implied
homosexuality, but no sex or kissing or stuff like that.
“AAAAHHH!” Touma screamed. “You! You did this! You will pay!”
“Chill out man, it’s only a book,” Kento
winced. “I can replace it.”
Mouri heard yelling from the living room and rolled
his eyes. The other boys were so
temperamental that this house was rarely quiet. He put down the sandwiches he was making for lunch, and went to
see what the problem was this time.
When he got there, he found Touma bugging out over a freshly coffee
stained novel. Mouri’s eyes traced the
stain down to his beautiful, cream-colored carpet.
“Really, Kento, you should try to be more careful,”
Mouri sighed and picked up the overturned mug.
“Why’s everybody ganging up on me? It was an accident!” Kento fumed, then stomped out of the room.
“Oh dear, Touma, could you please help me clean this
mess up?” Mouri asked hopefully.
“Make the big guy do it himself! He made the mess!” Touma strode out onto the porch, hugging the wet book to his
chest like a child. Mouri sighed and
went to get the carpet cleaner.
Touma sat on the porch and sulked. He had to get this book special ordered. After waiting two months for it to come in, he’d only had it for a week. The clumsy jerk had seen and destroyed it in two seconds! Touma rested his head on his knees. He was being childish, so he tried to calm down. He could always ask the guy at the bookstore if he had an extra in inventory. Then, something hit him. Lunchtime would be soon.
“DAMMIT!
DAMMIT! DAMMIT!” Kento pounded on his punching bag. “Everybody gets so fussy over stupid crap!” Then, something hit him. Lunch would be soon. Kento scrambled down the stairs and into the
kitchen, but Mouri wasn’t in there, neither was lunch. That was weird. Mouri usually had made lunch at eleven, before Miss Koji could
come and kick him out of her kitchen.
Mia Koji owned this house and let all five guys’ stay with her, despite
how odd they all were. Kento’s stomach
growled, so he turned on his heels and went to find Mouri.
“Sarah, please don’t look at me like that.”
“Oh, big brother!”
Kento poked his head into the living room to find
Mouri sitting next to the stain treated spot on the floor, watching TV. Mouri had his hair tied up in a bandana and
yellow rubber gloves on. The room
reeked of carpet cleaner.
“Hey, Mouri.
Sorry you had to clean all that up by yourself. I was just angry, that’s all,” Kento
explained, breaking Mouri’s trance.
“Oh! Kento, I didn’t notice you were there. I’m sorry, but lunch isn’t done yet,” Mouri
quickly got up and gathered the bad smelling dishtowels. Then, he hustled into the kitchen to finish
the tuna sandwiches. Kento, feeling a
little guilty, turned off the TV and followed Mouri.
“We’re BACK!” Ryo hollered from Mia’s jeep.
“Hiya,” Touma waved, then looked down at his damaged
book again.
“Aawww, what’s a matter? I brought you a treat,” Ryo held out some brightly colored
straws.
“PIXY STIX!”
Touma cheered and gratefully received the gift. “Thanks Ryo.”
“You’d better save those for after lunch!” Mia Koji
stepped out of her Jeep and carried some grocery bags to the door, “And since
you two are already outside, go bring some bags in.”
“Kento, please get out of the way,” Mouri, exasperated, reached for the tuna he’d fixed up earlier.
“Lemme help,” Kento handed him the fish smelling
bowl. Then, he dug into the cabinets to
find the dishes. He found the crackers instead.
“Kento, I can assure you that I’m doing just
fine! Please leave the kitchen!” Mouri
tried to shoo him out. Kento kept
avoiding the door, then picked up the tuna bowl, and held it higher than
Mouri’s reach.
“ALRIGHT! The jig is up! You two, get outta my
kitchen!” Miss Koji pointed her index fingers at them like a sheriff in an old
western. “Put down the food and nobody
gets hurt!” Kento and Mouri glumly
marched into the hallway and ran right into Ryo and Touma. Touma just turned around and went into his
room.
“Hi, Kento!
Hey, Mouri!” Ryo cheerfully greeted the two, but Kento looked in the
direction Touma went off to. He still
must be cranky about the book. Mouri
smiled weakly then passed out on the couch.
“Kento, what’s wrong with Mouri?
He’s completely knocked out!”
“Uh, he’s just been doing housework all morning.”
“Boys?
Lunchtime!” Mia hollered. Ryo, Touma and Kento ran to the table like a
heard of elephants. “Where’s the other
two?” Mia asked as she held out the tuna melts that she’d finished.
“Mouri’s takin’ a nap from doin’ housework, and
Seiji’s … well… he’s off in his own
little world,” Touma explained before inhaling his lunch. It wasn’t uncommon for Seiji to be outside,
meditating, or something like that. He
had come to live with Mia Koji because his folks weren’t thrilled when their
little boy denounced Christianity for Buddhism. Everybody had come to Mia’s house for a reason. Touma thought back to the decision he had to
make. There was no way he’d be able to
look forward to college if he’d stayed at home. It was kinda funny. None
of them were really delinquents, just unlucky.
He didn’t know why Mouri was here.
He seemed perfectly fine. In
fact, if it weren’t for his help around the house and stuff, Mia probably would
have kicked them all out and sent them home.
Why was he living with them? No
one really asked each other why they’d come.
“You guys, I’m gonna go bring a sandwich to Mouri,
‘K?” Touma got up to leave.
“And I’ll bring one to Seiji,” Kento pushed his
chair in.
“Just be sure not to eat it on the way there!” Touma
smirked.
“Touma! You should be more polite,” Mia reprimanded
him.
“Kento’s probably the only one who could knock Seiji
out of his zombie-like state!” Ryo grinned.
A tall, blond boy was sitting in the center of the
rock garden he’d been working on vigilantly since he moved in. Now, he was enjoying it with senses other
than his eyes. The fragrance of his
delicate flowers carried on the breeze.
The stones were cold and smooth.
He could feel the sunlight on his skin.
Then, the agitated sound of sand crushing under feet hit his ears. They were heavy, so it was probably Kento.
“What do you want?” Seiji muttered in his regular
monotone.
“Do all those rocks really help you? I thought you got power from light,” Kento
plopped down next to him.
“Light reflects off wet stones.”
“But they’re not wet!”
“They will be.”
“Whatever.
Here’s your lunch,” Kento put the paper plate on the ground, next to his
companion. “So, Umm…”
“Don’t you have a book to replace?” Seiji
interrupted.
“How did you know that?” Kento stood up.
“I could hear you.
When I’m out here, I can hear almost anything in the house,” Seiji faced
Kento and grinned evilly.
“So, you’re siding with Touma?”
“Actually, I think you owe more to Mouri for the
torment and work that you give him,” Seiji looked serious again. “We’ll continue this discussion later. Go find the book so Touma will shut up
already, K?”
Kento huffed and went to the front yard. Ryo was shooting hoops in the driveway,
which was pretty big. Mia Koji’s whole
house was way oversized for one single woman.
It was originally made for two families, but they moved out. It was a beautiful piece of property too,
probably expensive. This whole world
didn’t make much sense. Six people
lived in that big house on a prime piece of property and only Mia Koji and
Touma had jobs. Kento had thought about
getting a job, but didn’t know what he was good at. While thinking about it, Kento climbed up a tree that arched over
the driveway and caught the ball.
“Kento! Drop
it here!” Ryo called to him.
“Go fetch!” Kento hollered down and threw the ball
to the side. It bounced out of Ryo’s
reach, onto the porch and into the blue flowerbed, breaking the necks of the
pretty, newborn bleeding hearts. The
two boys stared at the miniature atrocity for a moment and then looked at each
other.
“Oops.”
“Those are Mia’s flowers, aren’t they?” Ryo almost
asked himself, but outloud. Today wasn’t
going well at all.
“Hey, Mouri, it’s time to get up and have some
lunch.” Touma gave the sleeping heap in the couch a little nudge. A head of messy, chestnut hair peeped out of
the blanket.
“Do I have to?”
“Come on, eating is NOT an option,” Touma shook him
up again. Thud! Mouri sat upright and looked out the
window. A half-moon basketball could be
seen at the windowsill. Mia’s new
flowers that she had gotten last month and struggled to nurse to health were in
THAT window. Mouri wordlessly stood up,
and slowly walked outside onto the porch.
The two guiltiest faces he’d ever seen in his whole life stared back at
him. It was dead silent for a few
minutes.
“Hey Mouri, do you know how to…”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I CAN’T STAND ANY MORE OF THIS! DO I LOOK LIKE YOUR BLOODY MAID?!?” Mouri
shrieked and ran into the house. Touma
peeked his head out the door.
“Umm, what did you guys do?”
Ryo pointed at Kento, who pointed at the basketball,
which sat in the flowerbed innocently.
The echo of slamming doors and stomping could be heard from the inner
workings of the house. A very flustered
Mouri emerged from the house, suitcase in hand.
“Attention everyone! I’m going on vacation and I’ll be back in a week. I left my
celphone number next to the phone, but don’t call me. I have a cassarole in the fridge for you to eat tonight. Other than that, your on your own. Good day!” Mouri accentuated his farewell
with the slamming of the car trunk door.
Everyone stood dumfounded as he pulled out of the driveway, and zoomed
down the road.
End of part 1