Title: Trouble Follows Little Sister
Disclaimer: I don't own Ronin Warriors, only Emily.
Summary: It's been two years since the Dark Warlords kidnapped Emily and the Ronin Warriors defeated Talpa (and rescued Emily). Emily's in her first semester of college, but she's in for a real shock when her brother tells her of a family secret kept for her. Just how much trouble can one girl get into in her first year of college?
Ring. Ring. Ring. Rowen groaned as he nearly fell off his bed, trying to reach for the phone. He took it off the receiver and held it up to his ear.
"'ello?" he mumbled.
He listened for a minute as the voice on the other line spoke. He nodded his head sleepily. The sleepy ronin turned his head up and listened for a moment. He could hear the shower running from the bathroom he shared with Sage.
"Let me check, Mrs. Date. I think he's in the shower," Rowen said.
Sitting up with a grumble, Rowen laid the phone down against his chest. He shouted his best friend's name and waited. No reply.
"Of course," he mumbled.
He picked up the phone to hold it back up to his ear.
"Give me just a minute, Mrs. Date. I don't think he can hear me."
Rowen laid the phone down on the bedside table before throwing his covers off and standing up. It was far too early for him to be up. It was only nine for God's sake! He trudged over to the bathroom door and reached for the doorknob. It was locked. Big surprise.
Rowen used a closed fist to bang on the door.
"Sage! Hey, Sage!" he shouted.
Waiting, he leaned on the door and listened closely. From inside the bathroom, Rowen heard the shower shut off.
"Is that you, Ro?" came Sage's muffled voice from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, Sage. You can blame your mother for that. She's on the phone for you," Rowen replied.
"Can you tell her I'll call her back in a minute?"
Rowen shuffled back over to his bed. He flopped down onto the bed and picked the phone back up.
"Mrs. Date? He just got out of the shower. Can he call you back in a minute? Okay. Yes, it was nice speaking with you, too."
Rowen placed the phone back down on the receiver and laid back down on his bed. He pulled his covers up before burying his face into his pillow. Before he could fall back to sleep, he heard Sage finish up in the bathroom and come out. Sage walked over to the dresser. He picked up his cell phone and sat down on his bed.
Sage pressed the speed dial for his family's number and waited as he held the earpiece up to his ear. As he waited, he threw a pillow at Rowen. His best friend flopped over to shoot him a sleepy glare.
"Did she say why she was calling?" Sage asked.
Rowen shook his head about the same time Sage's mother picked up the phone. Sage smiled.
"Kon'nichiwa, mother. Nani? I'm at the house so maybe about twenty minutes. Are you sure?" Pause. "Yoi [okay]."
Rowen remained awake and staring at his friend throughout the entire phone conversation. He watched as Sage slowly placed the phone back down with a small frown on his face.
"What's up, Sage?" Rowen asked.
Sage shook his head. "I don't know. Mom says I need to come home. She needs to talk to me about something."
Rowen glanced back at the clock sitting on the dresser. Despite his tired state, the warrior did some quick calculations in his head.
"Will you be back in time? Mia's driving us to the airport at three," Rowen reminded him.
Sage nodded with a half smirk.
"I'll be back in time."
Rowen seemed to accept this and rolled back over to sleep some more. Sage chuckled as he stood and left the room. As he strolled down the stairs, he spotted Kento and Ryo playing a racing game on the game system in the living room. From the looks of it, Kento was losing miserably.
"Eat my dust!" Ryo proclaimed loudly.
Sage shook his head. He pulled his car keys out of his coat pocket and entered the kitchen. Cye was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. He turned at the sound of jingling keys.
"Where are you off to, Sage? I thought you were going to stay in today before the flight," Cye said.
"I was, but my mother just called. She needs to talk to me about something. Let Mia know I'll be back in time," Sage said, reaching the kitchen door.
Cye called his name which caused him to turn his head towards his friend.
"Mia had to go to the University for an emergency. She'll be gone all day so I'll be taking you and Rowen to the airport." Cye frowned slightly. "I hope that's okay."
Sage nodded. "That's fine, Cye. I'll give you a call when I'm on my way back."
Sage opened the side kitchen door and jogged down the steps to his Camaro. He climbed in, put his seat belt on, and started the ignition. Sage pulled out of the back driveway and headed down the familiar path to his family's house.
He made it most of the way home without any trouble until he was stopped by a red light. While he waited, Sage tried to think about what his mother could want to see him about. Her voice had sounded a tad nervous, but not frightened. In a way, Sage was relieved by the tone of her voice.
A few months ago, his Grandfather had caught an infectious disease that had torn up his immune system. His heart and all his other vital organs were still going strong, but even the slightest cold could cause him to suffer a relapse.
A blaring car horn behind him broke Sage out of his thoughts. He let his foot off the brake and coasted through the intersection. He turned left at the next intersection, drove to the bottom of a hill, and turned down a side street. He stopped the car in front of the house and cut the engine.
Climbing out, Sage looked up to see his mother standing in the doorway of the house. Sage walked calmly up the walkway to the front porch. He greeted his mother with a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning, dear. Come inside," his mother said, motioning him into the house.
Sage followed his mother inside. She led him down the hallway to the kitchen where she offered him a cup of tea. He declined and instead just chose to take a seat at the table.
"You needed to talk to me about something, mother?" he hinted as she sat down next to him with her own cup of tea.
"Not yet, Sage. Your father will be down in just a minute. Then we can talk," Mrs. Date said with a weak smile.
The kitchen grew silent as both mother and son stopped talking. Sage gazed at his mother carefully, trying to gauge if her body behavior gave away any clues as to what the conversation was going to be about. They didn't have to wait long for Mr. Date to appear in the doorway. He was in uniform since he went on duty soon.
"Good morning, Sage," Mr. Date said, sitting down beside his wife.
Sage returned the greeting before growing silent and giving them the opportunity to start talking. The husband and wife shared a look before facing their only son.
"What we're about to tell you might come as a shock. It's something we've been meaning to tell everyone. The only person that knows besides your father and I is your grandfather," Mrs. Date said.
Sage narrowed his gaze in confusion. His mother was speaking in riddles.
"Is this about Grandfather?" Sage questioned.
His father shook his head.
"No, Sage. Your grandfather is doing well. This is about your sister." Mr. Date sighed. "This is about Emily."
Sage snapped his gaze from his mother to father. Sage thought back to the last serious issue that had occurred with his youngest sister, Emily.
It had been two years ago last month that Emily had been snatched by Talpa's Dark Warlords. They had dragged her back into the dynasty under Talpa's orders. It turned out that Emily's close proximity to the Ronin Warriors had left an effect on her that none of them could have predicted. It was Talpa's belief that Emily had possessed power from the five armors; his belief proved to be true.
Once they had discovered her whereabouts, the five Ronin Warriors had entered the dynasty to save her. After struggling with the warlords, it had come down to a final confrontation with Talpa to free Emily of the dynasty's grasp. It had taken half a year for Emily to fully heal from her injuries, external and internal.
"What's wrong with Emily?" Sage demanded.
His mother hesitated. This caused him to worry even further. He repeated his question with a respectful yet more firm voice.
"Before we tell you, Sage, you have to understand that we've always had Emily's best interest at heart. It's just never been a good time to tell her. But with your grandfather's health declining and you visiting her, we thought it best that you break the news to her," Mrs. Date explained.
Mr. Date slid an envelope across the table to Sage; the Halo bearer hadn't even noticed its presence. His father spoke as Sage untied the loop keeping it closed.
"An issue has never occurred before. Emily's never been seriously sick so we had no concern to tell her."
Sage opened the envelope and pulled out a thin packet of papers. He started reading from the top where Emily's full name was listed. A quick scan over the first page revealed to him that the entire packet was information on Emily. As he continued reading and flipped through the pages, Sage became pale.
"I can't believe this," he murmured.
He looked up into the worried faces of his parents.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell Emily? Why would you keep this a secret for so long?" Sage demanded with an air of anger about him.
Mrs. Date reached forward to touch his arm, but he scooted back away from her. She let her hand touch the empty air before pulling it back.
"We've never had a problem with this before," Mr. Date tried to reassure his son.
Sage suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back away from the table. He shook his head firmly.
"What happens if Emily becomes sick? I mean, really sick. How am I supposed to help her?"
For that question, neither of his parents had an answer for him. Sage stuffed the papers back into the envelope and stormed out of the kitchen.
"Sage! Sage, wait!"
Sage ignored his mother's calls for him as he ran out of the house and to his car. Tossing the envelope down into his passenger seat, he jammed the keys into the ignition. Gunning the gas pedal, Sage roared out of the neighborhood and away from his family's home.
Mrs. Date stood sadly in the doorway as she watched her son's car disappear around the corner. Despite his obvious frustration, she knew her son would drive carefully. She felt bad about placing such a burden on her only son's shoulders, but it was time Emily knew. And she knew deep down that her youngest would take it better if he was the one to tell her.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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