Mister and missus Hideki of London were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Wait. Hold on... That's 'Harry Potter'!
Right. But they were normal. They were a couple of Japanese immigrants to the UK, and they lived a quite life. They drank tea, without milk or sugar. They watched telly, but they never let their sons or daughter notice the aliens. They didn't want their children to find out about them. They heard too many stories about children, teenagers, and young adults running off with aliens into space. And somehow, they managed to keep their children perfectly normal, too. Their older son, Ryuzaki, was seventeen at the time. The other son, Raye, was thirteen. The daughter was Saiyu, and she was spoiled. Awfully so.
But they don't really matter. This is the story of Hideki Ryuzaki, and his life before he was stuffed in a black peoplesack.
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Ryuzaki walked along a sidewalk (where else he would walk, the road? He isn't Greek!), pocket jingling with coins, keys, and the like. He stopped at a restuarant he particularly liked, and ate some liver and onions, or something equally British. He left the diner, and, still having a bit of money, decided to catch a movie. He decided on some sci-fi picture. Something about if Chewbacca met Bigfoot and a Gay Dalek. Actually, that was the title. Real creative, that lot.
Unbeknownst to Ryuzaki, Saiyu was following him for no good reason other than to be a bitch. She pulled out her fancy phone and dialed her parents, telling them that Ryuzaki was watching an alien movie.
Ryuzaki was brought down by his thirteen-year-old sister. Ain't that how it goes?
