Small Home in Japanese Seclusion

It was around Okinawa. Deep in the forest, by a small creek. They also had a beautiful meditation garden. *w*




This is the main room, and the large doors enter the back garden:
http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/102/7/9/Japanese_Room_1_by_Stickfishies_Stock.jpg

Then there are low beds in large open bedrooms, and a large field surrounded by cherry trees, and many other trees in the front.

(PRETTY. )

[[I searched everywhere for good pictures. =w=]]

(You did a good job, that's for sure. And, would you mind replying? =3)

Jake appeared and stood at the entrance of the house.

Selia went up to the front door, looking amazed by the culture shock, but also slightly nervous at the thought of meeting Jake's relatives. Would they be like him? Would they like her? What would happen?

Suddenly, an old shriveled man with folds of wrinkles appeared at the door with a wooden, beautifully carved cane that he was leaning on. He was rather tiny, too. He made his way up the hill, and appeared in front of them. "Hello, grandson. Ah, I see you've brought a fair maiden along? Pleasant."

"... Yeah. Her name's Selia. How are you?" Jake replied.

Suddenly, the man lifted his cane and began whacking Jake on the head, neck and shoulders violently. "Terrible! You made your poor old grandpa climb this hill?! And you didn't even move to help! Damn you, son! Damn you!"

"A--aah." Selia muttered, covering up her mouth. She didn't know if she should go and help Jake, or the poor grandfather.

[Jake is a beast.

His grandad is a beast.

It must be genetics.]

"Ow! Ow! Stop!" Jake bent over trying to block the cane. Then, he grabbed the cane, twisted it out of the feeble poor little man, ducked under his hand, and slashed the cane across the man's ankles. The poor grandpa fell onto his back wheezing, and then rolled helplessly down the hill.

"That should teach him..." Jake mumbled, and spun the cane around his wrist.

"

[... Jake just leveled down.]

"Jake!" Selia said in disbelief. "What-- why did you do that to your grandpa?!"

Jake leaned over the hill, and cursed silently. "Where'd he go..." he mumbled, and looked around. Suddenly a flash of something jumped onto Jake, with a loud scream, and Jake fell over. "AUGH! GET OFF!" But then, there was the grandpa, with his shirt tied around his neck like a cape, foot on Jake's back, hands on hips. "I've taught you well, boy! But not well enough! Why didn't you watch your back?!" he scolded, and picked up his cane which had fallen over and began hitting Jake on the head.

Oh, by the way, the grandpa had an eight-pack.

"H-Holy!" Selia said, staring at the eight pack. I have never been turned on by an old man before. This is so weird. "Uh, Mr. Yashnid, are you.. okay? Is Jake okay?"

[Nay, Amanda. He GAINED a level. He flipped THAT over a hill.]

Serenity R wrote:I have never been turned on by an old man before.

[BEST.]

[Well we didn't know he had an eight pack of a grandad yet. In which cases...

THE WILD JAKE LEVELED UP BY TWO.]

Jake flipped onto his back, grabbed the grandpa's foot and pulled, causing Mr. Yashnid to flip and fall over. Jake scrambled up, and rubbed his back. "Is this the proper way to greet your guests?"

Mr. Yashnid stood up. "I'd rather be greeted with some entertainemnt than..." He brought out his beautifully muscular arm into Jake's shoulder, causing Jake to spin around, and fall on fours. "a stuck up awkward family."

Jake spun his feet around, and stayed low to the ground as his grandpa narrowly leaped past very close to his grandson, hands outstretched. His abs glistened in the low-setting red sun.

"I think I'm going to throw up," Selia said, holding her mouth. That's disgusting. He's all wrinkly. And look at his muscles. Does JAKE have those muscles?!

Eventually, though, the grandpa won. Jake looked disappointed, and stood up. "... Well, are you going to give Selia a tour?" he asked.

The grandpa was done re-tying his dark blue silk robes and straightened up. He looked frail and old again, and smiled. He raised his cane at Jake, and bared his teeth. "Give her the tour! You invited her!" he hissed, and brought the cane down as Jake flinched away. He leaned on the cane and simpered back down the hill. Then, he stopped. "Oh, and since I won this duel, you owe me."

"Owe you what?"

"A piggy-back ride." He turned around with a wide toothy smile, his eyes closed up from the folds of skin climbing up his face.

Jake looked totally annoyed. "... Fine." And so, they all went down the hill to the house, the three of them. Selia and Jake, and Mr. Yashnid on Jake's back. He WAS small and wrinkled enough for that.

[... Another level up.]

"That was amazing," Selia said to Jake quietly. "Absolutely amazing. Will you teach me how to do a quarter of that? You are the most spectacular-- it was your grandpa, too! Did you know he would beat you? Do you have muscles like does?" She went on and on about various aspects of the fight.

"I'm not that good at teaching..." Jake mumbled.

"Damn right for that!" Mr. Yashnid snapped and patted Jake on the head.