Haruka's Fanfiction

This story is not canon. It’s based in one of my wife’s and my RPG worlds. For more info, go here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/sakuracourt/profile


Sakura Court – Part 4

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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There’s a reason why I can’t go to school with Ryoutaro and Yuuto, or any of the other kids I watched leaving Sakura Court. While I can take human form now without possessing Ryoutaro (although the form I do take is still my own version of his body) , I’m not really seventeen like my Ryoutaro-form. There’s no definite on the age of an Imagin, but my brothers have me pegged at about thirteen, with some qualities of an older kid (my breakdancing) and some of a younger kid (my crayons, bubble toy, and reading level.)

It wouldn’t look good for a supposed seventeen-year-old to go to high school and read picture books (let alone use a Ryuvolver to shoot teachers who get on his nerves) so I stay home. Deneb is firm that I should have lessons of some sort, so he attempts to teach me himself. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. I’m going to be this age for the rest of eternity, so it’s not like I’m in a hurry. Especially when there are other, more fun things to do.

Like drive my brothers crazy. I had recently watched a tv show and it gave me a great idea that I wanted to try out on them.

When I went into the living room that morning, Deneb was the only one working, as usual. He had his apron on and was dusting the table, the tv, and Momotaros, who protested loudly.

“Hey, Odebu! I’m not a piece of the furniture!”

“Don’t be so sure, Sempai,” Urataros commented from where he was parked in front of the mirror. “You’re about as active as the sofa you’re sitting on.”

“It’s not MY fault there’s nothing to do anymore since we saved all time from being destroyed and aren’t riding DenLiner anymore.” Momotaros pouted.

“There are other worthwhile activities,” Urataros told him. “For instance, _I_ am heading out on a date.”

“In the daytime?” Kintaros looked over from where he was lifting weights.

“Not all dating has to be at night,” Urataros pointed out.

Momo snorted and turned away. “Dating is stupid.”

“Spoken like someone who could never get one in the first place.”

I wasn’t very interested in their conversation; dating was something else I wasn’t likely to ever be doing, and I didn’t care. It was enough having Kame-chan (Urataros) be date-crazy, and to have Deneb and Sieg as a couple, and Yuuto and Ryoutaro looking at each other like they never had before. I put that all aside; it was time to see how my little game from tv would work. I bounded into the room.

“Well, it’s about time you got up, Ryuuta,” Urataros said, glancing over his shoulder at me. “You’re late for breakfast.”

“Oops, I did it again,” I said and went to inspect what Deneb had made for me.

“I hope it’s still warm,” Deneb remarked, sounding worried. “If it isn’t, I’ll heat it up.”

“That’s not what you said yesterday,” I answered.

“It … isn’t?” Deneb scratched his head. “Well, yesterday you were on time for breakfast, so maybe that’s why.”

“Oops, I did it again,” I said mournfully.

“What’d you do this time?” Momotaros asked.

More urgently, I repeated, “Oops, I did it again!”

“What?! What’d you do?!” Momo looked around frantically at the stress in my voice.

“Is something wrong with the child?” Sieg asked from where he lay on his chaise. “He’s behaving strangely this morning.”

“Sieg’s right for a change!” Momotaros declared, jumping up from the couch. “Hey, Snot-Nosed Brat, what’s going on with you?!”

“That’s not what you said yesteday,” I chirped.

“It probably IS because there’s always something going on with you!”

“Ryuuta!” Kuma-chan (Kintaros) spoke up. “Answer the question!”

“Oops, I did it again.”

“You certainly did,” Urataros stated, turning away from the mirror to shake a finger at me, “and you’re about to make us angry.”

I pointed back at him. “That’s not what you said yesterday.”

“Here, Ryuutaros,” Deneb said, handing me a big lollipop, “maybe this will make you feel better.”

I took it. “That’s not what you said yesterday,” I pointed out.

“But I give you Deneb candy EVERY day.” He looked confused.

“Oops, I did it again ….”

Momotaros clocked me unceremoniously in the back of the head. “Okay, knock it off, this isn’t funny!”

“That’s not what you said yesterday!” I accused, rubbing my head.

“GAAAAAAHHHH!” Momo yelled in frustration.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAID YESTERDAY!” I yelled back.

“All right, that’s it, I’m leaving for my date early,” Urataros declared, changing out of his natural Imagin form into his human form. “I’ll leave you all to deal with the alien child.”

I pouted as I watched him go. “Oops, I did it again.”

Momotaros slammed a hand down on the back of the couch and looked at Kintaros. “I can’t believe it, but he actually found something even more annoying than his usual ‘Can’t hear you!’ line!”

“Line …,” Sieg said thoughtfully. “Now that you mention it, wasn’t there a comedy tv show on the other night where the participants were only allowed a two-line vocabulary? This sounds much like that.”

“There we have proof positive that television corrupts.” Kintaros nodded gruffly and cracked his neck with his knuckles. “It’s giving Ryuuta stupid ideas.”

“That’s not what you said yesterday,” I remarked cheerfully.

*SWAT*

“OW!” I yelped and spun around to glare at Momotaros.

“’Oops, I did it again,’” he mimicked. “Now knock it off or there’ll be more!”

It’s days like this when I wish I DID go to school. Maybe people have a sense of humour there.


Ryuuta

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End of Part 4

(2008)

No characters here are mine.

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