Love Stories

It was a very beautiful day as a young fifteen year old Ranmaru Mori was praticing with his brothers, the youngest of the three, which he took advantage of. He blocked a sword from his brother but fell down on his butt, looking up with a pout.

"Hey, that was harder than usual. You're mean." Came Ranmaru's girly like voice.
"The enemies are not going to go easy on you little brother, especially that Nobunaga Oda I have been hearing about....He's ruthless, cruel and sometimes kills just for the pleasure of it...some says he's a demon." He said with a stern look.
"Well...Let's just hope I don't meet him." Ranmaru smiled.
"If you want to fight like me and your brother, you will." He middle brother said.

The Eldest brother grabbed a sword and ran at the two, the middle brother blocked as he struggled with him. Ranmaru just stood there amazed at the power struggle, with his girlish form, he would be beaten so quickly. They broke apart and the eldest brother pushed down the other.

"Other parts of the body can be used little brother." The eldest grinned.
"I know...but I guess I just didn't think of that." He scratched his head.
"Oh, the news. Lord Mitsuhide is arriving soon to talk to our father, he will be staying with us for a couple of days. I heard he's very good looking, I hope he is." The eldest grinned.

Ranmaru looked down at the ground, he was shy near strangers, especially other Lords, it was rather embarassing. An arm came around ranmaru's neck as he was pulled into what looked like a headlock.

"Think bad thoughts about Lord Mitsuhide?" The middle brother grinned.
"What?! Ow!! Let me go!!" Ranmaru flailed around.
"No. You get out." He laughed.
"Fine." He grumbled.

With a swift elbow in the ribs, the middle brother loosened his grip just enough for Ranmaru to slip out and push the other down in the mud. Ranmaru smiled and stuck his tongue out at him.

"I can be tough when I have to. So take that. I hope it hurt." Ranmaru said.
"Ranmaru!!" The Eldest yelled.

The youngest brother looked back at the yell and seen his brother coming at him with a sword. Ranmaru screamed like a girl and started to run. Both brothers stood there laughing, one holding his side, the other just chuckling.

"Face it, Our brother will always be a girl. He's not cut out for the battlefield..." The eldest said.
"Maybe he should be a male Geisha and fool men out of their money. Or be a secret assassin, coming off as a beautiful maiden, but deadly viper?" The Middle smiled.
"That's not a bad idea actually." He laughed.

As the day progressed, Ranmaru was out in his field, beside his father's house. He was training with a huge sword, kantana maybe? No it was a Masamune. But the poor boy had trouble swinging it, he started to just swing it around carelessly, taking pieces off the small wooden pole. It hurt his arms as he fell to his butt, reaching up to wiped his forehead of the sweat. He was going to get good at this weather it took him years or forever to accomplish, Ranmaru wanted to prove his brothers and his father wrong. So what? He was a little girly, it wasn't his fault, one of them had to be pretty...Since the other two were butt ugly. Ranmaru giggled to himself and looked up at the orange sky, it was beautiful...

"I hope that I get better at this. I wonder what Lord Mitsuhide is like?"

He heard footsteps as he looked back and seen his middle brother, he smiled.

"Dinner is ready, I decided to come and get you because you would complain and whine if you missed dinner." He laughed
"Thanks." Ranmaru smiled as he stood up.

The middle brother grabbed the sword and smiled, he seen which one it was and was a bit surprised but didn't let himself get surprised. This was one of his father's swords, hopefully he would get it back in the sheath and onto the wall without his father noticing. They entered the large house as both brother took off their shoes, Ranmaru walked into the bathroom, with a pool of water set for a bath as he slowly dropped his clothes, stepping in the water. It was colder then usual...but he needed to bathe, he started to stink of a man....After bathing, which only took a few minutes, he got out, wrapping a new kimino around his body and letting out his hair, the black locks falling around Ranmaru's shoulders. He sat down at the table as he looked to his mother.

"Hello mother. You're beautiful as ever." He smiled.
"Thank you Ranmaru, I see my beauty has rubbed off on you. When you can in, I didn't recognize you. I was thinking, who is this girl in my house." She laughed.
"You agree that I look to girlie? Oh well, I guess it's both a blessing and a curse. So mom, about Lord Mitsuhide, have you seen what he looks like?" Ranmaru asked, urgently.
"Um no, you're father hasn't really said anything about him. Just that he's staying with us, he's Ronin though." She chuckled.
"A masterless samurai? That's interesting." Ranmaru started to eat his rice with his chopsticks.

Thoughts of what this ronin clouded his mind, was he fat? Short? Bearded? His brother's version of handsome was totally different then his choice. Ranamru would want his man tall, long hair, nice shaped body and a seductive voice, with a really handsome face. He blushed a little as his mother laughed.

"What?" He blushed and looked to her.
"You were thinking of the possibilites? I was too." She smiled.
"Well...you don't know until you see him...." Ranmaru said.
"He's arriving tomorrow. So after you eat, I want you to get some rest okay?" She asked with a stern look.
"Yes mother." He nodded and started to eat again.
"Good. Always the obedient one." She smiled and gathered up the dishes.

After a good feed of his meal, he was done and sat back, just looking at it. He had never eaten that much before, he felt like a pig, but evidentually made him feel sleepy. He gathered his dishes and placed them by a bucket, his mother would wash them all in the morning. A yawned escaped from the young boy's mouth as he walked into his room, lying down on he bed closing his eyes....