Yeah it’s 3 A.M. and this is to funny to resist writing, I only have a chapter thought out but here it is.
(this is based solely upon the original Shinobi, havn’t played any of the others)
3 years after the incindent in Tokyo, Shinobi, since he lost his Oboro clan and had vanquished all his opponents he had to work a job to pay the bills. He was working at Tesoro, it was actually a fairly challenging job what with all the cleaning, dissasembling of machines, and whatnot, of course he wan’t exactly the model employee either, the manager often complained about finding his footprints all over the walls, and what with the customers going missing to keep Akujiki saited, Shinobi often tried to explain that he only destroyed the really annoying cutomers and was doing humanity a favor by removing them from the gene pool but the manager would never listen, instead he’d just go off about how that 30ft. long scarf was a safety violation…
So Shinobi decided maybe it was time for a change of pace (especially since he was just fired for taking out those robbers when copmany policy says he should have given them all the money and then offered them cigarettes as well) perhaps it was time to persue his life-long goal of being an aardvark rancher… O.K. so it WAS his life’s goal until he found out that proffesion didn’t exist, that’s why he had become a ninja in the first place, but now he’s tired of the second rate jobs, is the proffesion doesn’t exist then he’ll create it!
It was less then a week later, the day he met HIM, it was Shinobi while wandering through Tokyo’s back alleys looking for aardvarks he could train to stampede that Shinobi found him, he was sitting on a pile of empty milk crates looked up and said “I pity the foo’ who wears knives in his arms.” Then Shinobi, taken aback by this man’s audacity replied “Why yes, it hurt like %^&# when I try to sleep.” To this the author had to say “HEY! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Try again!” Shinobi, suddenly realizing his grievious error corrected himself “Sorry, I mean, HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY FASHION! What up with all that gold huh?” Mr. T enraged by this foo’ immeadiatly shouted back “listen foo’ I have no patience with yo kind, leave or I’ll throw you helluva far.” The two titans began to fight, but Mr. T, not being Greek, ignored the Titans and continued threatening eachother and flinging insults for the next 2 hours after which Mr. T sat back down and pulled a bottle of milk out of a crate. “yo not so bad fo a ninja, (takes a large swig of milk) ahh, best milk in an Japan.” Shinobi walked over and sat next to him, " Hey milk! Can I have some?" Mr. T immediatly replied “I pity the foo who mess with my mil… Yeah sure why not.”
And so on into the night drinking milk in a back alley, by morning Mr. T had agreed to join Shinobi on his epic quest to ranch Japan’s longhorned aarvarks, and over the years to come they brought many herds to market, and never lost a single one… except the ones Mr. T threw helluva far…
Ished.
Heh I wrote this just because I loved the image of Shinobi working at a gas station, the rest I kinda made up as I went along. Behold a 1-page fanfic, any questions, comments, flames?
gah! that took and hour, I be to work by 6 .M. G/N everyone.
