Return of the Prince

[Kyon]

"Strip search me."

"For the last time, NO!! Goddammit Murai, why do we have to go through this every ti-PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!!"

Dressed in nothing but a smile, a pile of clothes and belongings carelessly tossed in a pile next to him, the prodigal Deushi announced the return of his body. How unfortunate for Kumogakure. However, they'd have to deal with it, just as the wolverine companion standing at his feet had for months. For many, long, terrible months.

"Come on! I might be a fake or something!"

"IF ONLY YOU WERE!" the gatekeeper snapped signaling his comrades to grant entry, albeit most reluctantly.

"Ruku, be a dear and bring my things."

Sauntering his way in, a censor bar carefully placed to protect the innocent eyes of the public, the clothesless cretin greeted the village. By jumping. Oh, it was going to be a long day for the village.

[Luke]

"Toshi-chan! I need you to put this on while I pin it!"

SLAM!

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The sound of a door echoed throughout the village, followed by loud footsteps as a man came bounding from his front door followed by an older woman holding up a Kimono and a pin cushion. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he dared not look back into the maw of impending doom, a fate far worse than death--being forced into women's clothing. He could hear nothing but the muffled shouts of his mother as the gap in distance grew until there was nothing left but the sound of Kumogakure's busy streets.

"...that was a close one."

Toshiro sighed in relief and turned around, only to stare straight into the face of disaster. "Thought you could run away from your mother, huh!?" came the voice, it was shrill and full of fury. "I carried you in my uterus for nine months! I gave up sake for seven of them!" she cried out, looking distressed as if she had been betrayed. Toshiro opened his mouth to speak, but it was futile---his mother was on a tangent.

"Your father would be so upset right now! Think of what he would say if he were alive, kami rest his soul." she said, wagging a finger at the grown man in front of her. Toshiro couldn't help but think himself what his father would say if he were alive.

[Strange Cut Away]

Toshiro's father shuffled his paper as he looked from over his glasses at the woman as she waved a kimono and pin cushion at her son--who was now resisting with everything he had. He glanced down at the paper once more before giving a hefty sigh and mumbling under his breath about how he'd picked a bad week to go on vacation. Shuffling the paper once more and turning the page, he went about his business without a word.

[END CUT AWAY]

"Yeah...good ol' dad."

Toshiro looked back over at his mom, who had apparently been shouting the entire time he'd been off. He glanced around the busy street, taking note of all the people now stopping to watch the train wreck. "Pay attention, Toshiro!" she shouted, launching the pin cushion at his head. The man made no attempt to stop it, and as it collided with his head, he disappeared in splash of water. "...you little asshole!" she shouted, watching the real Toshiro wave at her from down the street.

Turning back around, he took off once again as fast as his legs would carry him. In a moment of stupidity, he chanced a glance back--he was in the clear. Although, as he turned around, he caught site of a mass of naked man that he was about to crash into. Screaming loudly, he attempted to stop--but momentum was just that badass.

The ball was in the naked man's court.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]