Azumanga Daioh
Transfer Student Invasion
Prologue
A pin was heard dropping in the distance. There was little to be seen in all the room by the high school students save one man….from America. He was apparently observing a moment of silence. Yet, for the Japanese high school students, it was only a moment of confusion. Well except for Osaka, who was pondering the mystery of hemorrhoids.
Tomo shot her hand up in irritation."Mr. Keith what are you doing!"
"Silence I'm honoring the American veterans! How can you be so un American! Oh wait; you're not an American, right…."
"I'm an American!" Yomi stated.
"And you don't even remember Memorial Day! You're a pathetic excuse of an American!" Mr. Keith declared. "Now, since you disturbed my moment of silence, let's just go ahead and get on to history, American history. Now, Tomo, can you tell me who the first American was?"
"Uhhh, Mr. Kimura?" The entire class exploded into laughter at the mention of Kimura.
"How dare you disgrace America! George Washington was the first American! He made American while you Japanese where still dressing up in Samurai outfits. He beat the living snot out of those limeys!" His patriotism was exemplified by the American flag bandana he wore on his head. In fact, he was the spitting image or a Harley riding America. He had on the atypical sunglasses, the blue denim jacket, and a crucifix. "Now sit down and listen to me you non Americans! We have a new student today. His name happens to be Mankin and he's an American. You would do well to learn from him." Mankin stood up and strolled over to the front of the class. He was not wearing the school uniform. Rather he sported a black hoodie with the words Dark Lord drawn on the chest. His hair was the color of a raging fire, and his eyes were dark blue.
"He isn't wearing the school uniform. I like him already! He's a rebel, and all Americans are rebels. Now introduce yourself to the class Mankin."
His voice was deeper than the depths of the ocean. "What's sup? My name is Mankin. I have come here to destroy the Japanese school system…. No I mean I came here to learn with Japanese students. I inherited my incredibly awesome deep voice from the depths of doom… I mean from my father."
"You're a great American kid. Return to your seat fellow American." Mankin nodded in response and returned to his seat. His knees scraped against the top of his desk. His stature of 6'1 was not made for these types of desks. Tomo had not taken her eyes off Mankin ever since he had introduced himself.
"Wow this guy is awesome. I'll have to challenge him to a race," Tomo thought.
For the remainder of class, Mr. Keith talked on and on about the wonders of American. However, he was interrupted once by Kaorin.
She said, "Mr. Keith are you a Christian? I noticed your crucifix."
"Of course I am unlike you non American heathens!"
"Didn't you cheat in every single card game tournament you were in? Also didn't you trap several people in a cave once? That's not very Christian like."
"I'm an American! I don't know about this country, but in America you have the right to say one thing and do another. It's the American way!"
Soon after this, the class ended. Mr. Keith dismissed them. As they were walking out of the class, Tomo's eyes remained glued to Mankin. She was paying so much attention to Mankin she didn't even hear Osaka speaking to her.
"Hey are you there! You're even more spaced out than I usually am," Osaka complained.
"What? Oh sorry Osaka. I was just looking at the new guy, Mankin. He's really awesome."
"He's an American among us! That doesn't seem like a good thing."
"Why not?"
"I heard this one story where an American came to Japan. He looked like an ordinary guy and he was really kind. But it turned out he was actually a traumatized World War II veteran. When everyone least expected it, he entered a bank and murdered everyone! Then he shot himself in the head. We should be careful."
"You're just a paranoid murder mystery obsessed person Osaka. After all he's too cute to be a killer," Tomo declared.
Osaka didn't even respond, her mind had wandered to other bizarre places. The next class period was with the infamous Mr. Kimura. As they were filing into the class, a new student wandered in at the last minute. He spoke briefly with Mr. Kimura.
Mr. Kimura's mouth was hanging open. He seemed to be eternally gawking at something which actually complemented his personality. Then he began to speak.
"I have two announcements to make. First the school has voted to keep the really short shorts as mandatory garments for girls during P.E. My second announcement is that we have a new student today. He was excused from History class so you didn't meet him there. This is Sven."
Sven made his way to the front of the class. He looked quite a bit like Mankin. However, his red hair was darker than Mankin's and it hung down to his shoulders. He had Celtic skin with slight red undertones. He was tall and slim, but appeared to be relatively in shape.
He spoke hesitantly, "Yah, hey guys, my name is Sven." His Japanese was horrific; it was barely audible behind his Danish accent.
"I come from Denmark, yah. I'm an exchange student. Uh, how do I say this in Japanese? I… like…. Uh..."
"ENOUGH OF THAT!" Mr. Kimura shouted. "Now onto class time." As usual, Mr. Kimura only asked Kaorin questions. For the duration of the class, he was constantly muttering about wanting to teach gym class. Sven struggled during the entire class. He barely understood anything Mr. Kimura said and had to ask him for help several times during the class period. Mr. Kimura answered each question irritatingly. He had little patience for high school boys.
Sven was also distracted by one certain girl in the room. He couldn't stop looking at her. There was just something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps it was the way her hair swayed back and forth whenever she turned. Perhaps it was her silent composure or her dark eyes. Something about her made his heart pump at an incredible speed.