Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Mostly Humor ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Serenitychan13 
Like I said. Just a little humor for the most part.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.04.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 731 | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
Like I said. Just a little humor for the most part.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.04.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 731 | Visits: 345 | Status: Completed
To put it lightly, Sanosuke made things more... interesting in the Sagara family.
To put it truthfully, he occasionally sent the whole house into a state of total chaos.
Well, it wasn't just him... He certainly wasn't alone in the cause. He and Toshio had bonded quickly and had become close friends and partners in crime. Souzou had to admit, the two of them did make a pretty good team. He couldn't believe a four-year-old and a nine-year-old could pull off pranks he couldn't have gotten away with even in his teens.
Toshio proved to be developing a quick mind. When he had to draw the line at the flying tofu mess in the kitchen, he demanded to know who was responsible. Sanosuke had tried not to look guilty and failed, muttering under his breath that he was the one who set it up. Toshio saw the disappointed look on her father's face and started to cry. It turned out the whole thing had been her idea.
Since each of them confessed to their part in it of their own will, he let them off with a warning. He had been on the recieving end of the joke, but he still thought it was extremely funny. However, Midori didn't think he really needed to commend them on the humor of their little joke. Somehow, Souzou was the one who wound up trying to scrape tofu off the walls.
'I'm not about to say anything about it,' she thought, guilt nagging at her. 'But it actually was pretty funny... I don't think I've seen a living person go so white so fast... He turned around and that mess was flying at his head... It was a miracle he had time to duck...'
Souzou had seen her laughing while he was in the kitchen and, with his shirt front still covered with whitish-grey... Well, he couldn't really call it tofu anymore... Anyway, with his shirt still filthy from cleaning the mess off the walls, he sneaked up and was about to wrap his arms around her from behind when...
"I don't think so," said Midori, sounding bored and sidestepping away from him.
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The little team continued to wreak havoc and soon Kaede joined the group on a regular basis. Toshio, the smallest and youngest of them, was the brain of the group. Sano, as he had come to be known, was the strength and the one who got caught most often. Kaede was good at making things, so she and Toshio often worked together setting things up with Sano's help.
Finally, Midori got fed up with trying to corral the three of them and for the most part gave up. What harm could they do? Two four-year-olds and a nine-year-old probably couldn't do any significant damage...
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One day, fresh snow had fallen and it stuck enough for a decent snowball fight. Souzou was alright with it the first few times, but he was sick of being pelted with snowballs. Anyway, Sano had a stronger arm than it looked like, so he went back inside after being hit in the head from behind. Toshio followed and Sano followed Toshio. Midori picked up Toshio and carried her to her room so she could get out of her wet clothes and settle down for a nap. While Midori and Toshio were occupied, Sano approached his former captain, needing to talk about what had happened.
"Uh... Captain Sagara?" he asked tentatively. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Souzou had been waiting for the boy to come to him when he was ready to talk it out. He nodded and motioned for Sano to come and sit with him. Slowly, not looking at anything but the floor, the boy sat beside his hero, his knees pulled up to his chest.
"What's bothering you, Sanosuke?" asked Souzou, concern obvious in his features. "Is it about the Sekihoutai?"
Sano nodded and looked up at him. The boy's eyes held that same haunted look of terror in their dark brown depths. Whatever was wrong, it really had to be something if Sano was openly showing fear.
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To put it truthfully, he occasionally sent the whole house into a state of total chaos.
Well, it wasn't just him... He certainly wasn't alone in the cause. He and Toshio had bonded quickly and had become close friends and partners in crime. Souzou had to admit, the two of them did make a pretty good team. He couldn't believe a four-year-old and a nine-year-old could pull off pranks he couldn't have gotten away with even in his teens.
Toshio proved to be developing a quick mind. When he had to draw the line at the flying tofu mess in the kitchen, he demanded to know who was responsible. Sanosuke had tried not to look guilty and failed, muttering under his breath that he was the one who set it up. Toshio saw the disappointed look on her father's face and started to cry. It turned out the whole thing had been her idea.
Since each of them confessed to their part in it of their own will, he let them off with a warning. He had been on the recieving end of the joke, but he still thought it was extremely funny. However, Midori didn't think he really needed to commend them on the humor of their little joke. Somehow, Souzou was the one who wound up trying to scrape tofu off the walls.
'I'm not about to say anything about it,' she thought, guilt nagging at her. 'But it actually was pretty funny... I don't think I've seen a living person go so white so fast... He turned around and that mess was flying at his head... It was a miracle he had time to duck...'
Souzou had seen her laughing while he was in the kitchen and, with his shirt front still covered with whitish-grey... Well, he couldn't really call it tofu anymore... Anyway, with his shirt still filthy from cleaning the mess off the walls, he sneaked up and was about to wrap his arms around her from behind when...
"I don't think so," said Midori, sounding bored and sidestepping away from him.
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The little team continued to wreak havoc and soon Kaede joined the group on a regular basis. Toshio, the smallest and youngest of them, was the brain of the group. Sano, as he had come to be known, was the strength and the one who got caught most often. Kaede was good at making things, so she and Toshio often worked together setting things up with Sano's help.
Finally, Midori got fed up with trying to corral the three of them and for the most part gave up. What harm could they do? Two four-year-olds and a nine-year-old probably couldn't do any significant damage...
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One day, fresh snow had fallen and it stuck enough for a decent snowball fight. Souzou was alright with it the first few times, but he was sick of being pelted with snowballs. Anyway, Sano had a stronger arm than it looked like, so he went back inside after being hit in the head from behind. Toshio followed and Sano followed Toshio. Midori picked up Toshio and carried her to her room so she could get out of her wet clothes and settle down for a nap. While Midori and Toshio were occupied, Sano approached his former captain, needing to talk about what had happened.
"Uh... Captain Sagara?" he asked tentatively. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Souzou had been waiting for the boy to come to him when he was ready to talk it out. He nodded and motioned for Sano to come and sit with him. Slowly, not looking at anything but the floor, the boy sat beside his hero, his knees pulled up to his chest.
"What's bothering you, Sanosuke?" asked Souzou, concern obvious in his features. "Is it about the Sekihoutai?"
Sano nodded and looked up at him. The boy's eyes held that same haunted look of terror in their dark brown depths. Whatever was wrong, it really had to be something if Sano was openly showing fear.
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