Samurai Roleplay discussion

((I go))

Kiko pulled back her orange hair, watching the moon rise into the sky. Kenji stood behing her, yawning. "Are ya ready yet? It's a long way back to Toyko, I thought you wanted to be there when..."
"Shut up Kenji, let's go," Kiko said, adjusting her Sakatabo at her hip.

Daisuke sat contentedly at the restaurant table, skillfully navigating his chopsticks to and from the wide variety of sushi rolls set before him, stuffing his face as fast as he could.

"Hey, do you think we could stop for some food?" Kenji asked. "I thought we had to hurry?" Kiko said, raising an eyebrow. "I can't walk on an emypt stomach," Kenji retorted. "Fine, I guess." Kiko said.

Daisuke ignored the stares of the surrounding customers, for his mind was only focused the one (quite enjoyable) task at hand.

The siblings walked in to the restaurant, taking a seat at the very back, out of the way of staring. "It's nothing like back at home," Kiko muttered. "So? It's food isn't it?" Kenji asked. "Oh? So the Akabeko and all the pretty girls don't serve your fancy?" Kiko inquired, watching Kenji turn a light shade of red.

"I REQUIRE MORE SUSTENANCE!" Daisuke called, slamming his fist on the table as soon as he finished the last makizuki.

((LOL))
Kiko burst into laughter. "Oh come on bro, don't look at me like that!" she said. He was about to say something, but was interupted by the table next to him. Kiko laughed harder. "Sounds like you!" she said.

Daisuke's head snapped around to look at the people seated at the table next to him, one of whom seemed to be laughing at him. He smiled widely at the red-haired girl and started to laugh with her.

Kiko smiled back. "Hey," she said, giving a slight wave. Kenji sighed. "Kiko? what the hell are you doing?" Kenji mumbled just loud enough for his sister to here. "What? is being kind not aloud?" she asked.

"Hello," Daisuke waved back and then bowed low to her.

"My name is Himura Kiko," she said, "The sour-faced boy over there is my brother Kenji." Kenji mumbled something uninteligent.

"I am Kawaguchi Daisuke; It's a pleasure to meet you," he beamed.

"Likewise," Kiko said. Just then Kenji and Kiko's food came. "Finally," Kenji said, and began stuffing his face.

Daisuke bowed again. A young woman tentatively set another platter of sushi in front of him, backing away slowly and cradling her hand as if he might mistakenly eat it too.

Kiko smiled and began eating, glaring at Kenji from the corner of her eye.

"So..." Daisuke began around a mouthful of inari, "Where does that color of hair come from? It's very pretty."

"My father had it," Kiko replied. "I don't even think he knows where he got it from, it's un-natural huh?"

"I've never seen it before! I must say, I'm jealous!" Daisuke grinned. He pointed at his own silver hair, "Mine used to be brown, but it turned gray remarkably early."

Kiko laughed. "Thank you. And I wouldn't call it gray, it's like my little sister's, only her's is whiter."
Kenji glared at the two. "Kiko are you going to eat?" he mumbled. Kiko, angerly, pushed the plate over to him. "Go ahead," she said.

"Ah? That must be quite pretty as well!" Daisuke smiled on, completely oblivious to the unfriendly vibes Kenji was emitting.

Kiko shrugged. "I think we should go Kiko," Kenji said, "Unless, you know, you want him to leave without you there." Kiko glared at Kenji, throwing the empty plate at him. "Shut up Kenji," she hissed.

Daisuke paused and stared, confused. He pondered Kenji's words for a moment, before he gave a soft smile. "You are journeying to see a special someone, Himura-san?"

Kiko blinked. "um...yeah sorta. We're heading back home to Tokyo. We had to deliever something to Kyoto for my parents."

Daisuke nodded, "I myself have just been wandering." He stood, "I would hate to have kept you from your special someone."

Kiko stood as well, picking up her Sakabato. Kenji stood too, mumbling. "It's fine, really," Kiko said. "Where are you headed?"

"Uhhh..." Daisuke scrunched up his face, "No where in particular. Like I said, I've just been wandering..."

"Ever been to Tokyo?" Kiko asked. "Kiko, don't." Kenji said. "Shut up Kenji, and don't use Dad as an excuse ya got that?" Kiko said.

"I've been there once. Haven't really gotten around there again," Daisuke remained oblivious to Kenji's hostility.

"Really? Well you want to come along with us anyway?" Kiko asked.

He beamed, "Sure, why not?"

((hey what country or town r we in.)) ((i say we should be in japan))

"i do" kisa said hanging from the celling.

Kiko smiled back. Kinji slapped his head, and started walking away.

"Lead the way," Daisuke nodded.

((r we in japan)) ((i think we should casue that is where most samurias come from))

Kiko started after Kenji. "Kenji wait up!" she yelled huring after him.

Daisuke followed, excited to be heading back to Tokyo.

"Kenji you don't have to be such a jerk," Kiko whispered to Kenji. "It's not like you want to see father." Kenji glared at her. "So? I miss home," he said. "Yeah, right, I believe that," she mumbled.

((yeah it's in Japan...hence the Kyoto and Tyoko))

Daisuke, deciding that he shouldn't really listen in on the siblings' conversation, began whistling a tuneless song.

((yea))

kisa went outsaide. she got on the roof. she sang a song.
((if u want 2 listen 2 this song, go 2 youtube and type in Daiji na Takarabako or mermaid melody ending 1))

Namima wo suberu you ni shiroi YOTTO marude origami
Nai de kaze ni makasete doko e iku no? Chicchakunatte

Konna soba ni iru no ni kimochi ni hasawarenai
Shinjisasete HONTO no futari wo tashikamete

Takarabako no KAGI akete ageru yo SUNAO ni nareru
Modokashii omoi tsuyoi yuuki ni kawatteiku yo
Zutto suki to ieru

Asayake ni somaru hoho ryoutekureta ano hi no you ni
Donna warui uwasa mo kinishinaide irareru you ni

Guun to shinkokyuushite aoi sora ni toketara
Daijoubu yo futarinara kitto dekiru hazu

Takarabako no KAGI hitotsu ageru yo shinjuiro no MAJIKKU
Aenai jikan mo mune ni todoku no kagayaiteru yo
Itsumo wasurenaide ite

GO-ME-N-NE to yottsu
Narabetari kazoetari
Mou namida no ato wa mayowanai

Takarabako no KAGI akete ageru yo SUNAO ni nareru
Modokashii omoi tsuyoi yuuki ni kawatteiku yo
Motto suki to ieru

"What? Can't I miss my home?" Kenji asked. "You NEVER miss ANYTHING!" Kiko replied. "Oh? Well I don't have an obsession with Father!" Kenji replied. "What? I can't respect him? At least I DO respect our father!" Kiko said. "What's to respect about him?" Kenji mumbled. Kiko hit Kenji with the sheath of her Sakabato, hard, and waited till Daisuke caught up to talk with him.

kisa had a sweet wonderful voice. well thats what some people and her mother told her. she thought if she sanghis song, that kiko and kenji would stop fighting

Daisuke ran a little bit so he didn't get too far behind, stopping beside Kiko and still whistling his little melody.

Kiko walked, thinking to herself. "I hope he's okay," she whispered to herself, not knowing she said it outloud.

Daisuke looked over at her, "Who? Himura-san? He just seems a bit...angry to me..."

Kiko blink, then let out a slight laugh. "Oh Kenji? Don't worry 'bout him, he's always angry." she said. "I'm acutally worried about my father, mother said in her last letter he was very sick," she looked up ahead.

"Oh!" Daisuke bowed his head reverently, "I'm very sorry. I hope he's recovering.

kisa kept on singing. she saw kenji. 'hey kenji" she yelled waving at him and smiling

Kenji blinked, and looked around. "Oh, Hey Kisa-chan," he greated waving.
Kiko shrugged. "He's been sick for a while, that's why I want to get home."

"Ah. I understand. I know exactly how you feel," Daisuke said quietly.