"Mysterious Play with Sailor Girls"
**DISCLAIMER: All Sailor Moon and Fushigi Yuughi: Mysterious Play characters and all incorporated, do not belong to me.**
Day 1 "When Brains meet Mystery"
It was mid afternoon, and Ami Mizuno was early as usual to her new class. Unlike the other girls, who each attended different high schools and finishing schools, Ami had decided to brush up her cram classes with a few extra classes at Jonan High. She was to take Computer Software and Foriegn Literature. She felt a bit uneasy in this large school, unfourtunatly not having her four best friends around wasn't helping much. Ami tilted her glasses upwards towards her face, and clasped her book bag closer or her chest. She felt a bit out of place, especially coming to a new school with Japan's finest students. Many of the students were in their last period of the day before dismissal, as Ami entered the school for the first time.
Walking up a few flight of stairs, Ami soon made it to her first extra class, Foriegn Literature. Walking in, she was amazed to be surrounded by what appeared to be thousands and thousands of books. The decor seemed like the inner wallings of a palace, and certainly not amoung everyday libraries. Ami walked in cautiously, hearing her footsteps echo amoung the walls and great bookshelves that lined every turn.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?" Ami called out, only to hear her echo answer her.
"Just a moment please." a voice called out from the shadows.
Out from behind the main desk, an elderly stout and short woman came walking out. Ami jumped at the sight of her, noticing she wasn't the prettiest thing to look at. Yet, being as polite as Ami was, Ami smiled nervously and bowed to the woman. "Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Ami Mizuno, and I'm here for extra cram classes." Ami sweetly announced. The old woman answered in a small grunt and pulled out a large red book. Skimming through, she came upon her list for extra classes. "Ami Mizuno? Why yes, your on my list. Your quite early my dear, you must be quite the little bookworm." the elderly woman replied, taking a good look at Ami. "My name is Titskun Kimori. I'm the librarian and Foriegn Literature teacher here."
"Nice to meet you Ms. Kimori."
"Please Ami ... not so formal. Just call me Titskun ... all the students here do."
Ami nodded in understandment, as Ami followed Titskun to the center of the large and elaborate library. Ami took a seat on a long wood table, setting out her notepads and writing utensils, and pulling out her glasses, ready to jump into whatever Titskun had ready for her. Titskun walked up on top of a small step stool, making her look over Ami at the table, as she then sighed, glancing over at the entrance door. Ami noticed how Titskun had no intention of starting the class, as Ami became rather confused. "Ms. Titskun ... shouldn't we be starting?" Ami asked politley. Titskun looked over at Ami and chuckled a bit. "We'll start shortly ... seems your not the only one taking this extra cram class, Ami dear. We're waiting on one other student. He's one of our class valadictorians here. He should be coming along." Titskun remarked, bringing her wandering eyes back to the door.
Suddenly, the entrance doors opened again, as a young man came walking in. Titskun merely smiled and looked upon him as a mother would to an adoring son. "I'm surprised. Your usually here earlier, Houjun dear." Titskun replied, motherly. The young man laughed as he stood before Ami and Titskun. "Titskun-sama, I asked you ... please, call me Chichiri like everyone else." he replied. Ami felt her face merely flush pink at the sight of this man. His hair was a light blue, with strands in his face and a small ponytail. Yet he seemed very different. He was obviously older then her, a grade above. Ami noticed his eyes at first. One shone his gorgeous brown color and deepness, whilst the other was closed, showing a scar covering his eye, keeping it from ever opening it again. Ami's curiousity ran wild with this young man, as her eyes never left him.
Titskun scoffed and turned away from Chichiri. "Houjun is the name you were born with ... therefore, that is what I'll call you!" Titskun replied. Chichiri laughed, and scratched the back of his head. "Just as stubborn as always, ya know?" he exclaimed. Chichiri then caught sight of the new girl sitting at the table. His joking face soon eased into an expression of sincereity and a smile. He walked over to her, as Ami could feel her heart jump.
"Hello there. I'm Houjun Menko ... but everyone calls me Chichiri ... except Titskun there!"
"O-oh ... I-I'm ... I'm Ami Mizuno. Nice to meet you." Ami softly replied.
"Alright then, introductions made. Please Houjun, grab that small red book from that high shelf there to your right, and take your seat next to Ami." replied Titskun. Chichiri walked over and grabbed the book Titskun replied, and returned to Ami's side, taking his seat. Ami tried her best to not blush while Chichiri was around her, but she found it very difficult to do so. "Now, this cram class is very simple you two, especially due to your high academic skills. I'll assign you both a book. I want an extensive report on it ... history, origin ... anything and everything. This is a large part of your grade, the only and biggest project you will recieve. I'm giving you two months to do it starting today. Which means, unless your doing research on it in here, I won't see you two again for this class in two months." Titskun quickly replied. Ami looked a bit taken by the sudden assignment, yet not afraid. Chichiri looked the book over, dusting it and wiping it away to look at the title.
"The ... The Universe of ...the Four Gods?" Chichiri replied.
Ami was quite impressed by Chichiri right away. "Chichiri-sempai, you can read ancient chinese?" Ami questioned. Chichiri laughed heartedly, as he placed the book down. "Titskun taught me a long time ago when I was in eight grade. The earlier you learn the easier it is. And Ami, no need to refer to me as your sempai ... plain Chichiri is fine." he exclaimed, trying to open up Ami a little. Titskun made her way down her step ladder and walked over to Ami and Chichiri. "That is why I've assigned this book to you both. Houjun, you know ancient chinese, so reading this will be no problem. Perhaps as the project goes on, you'll be able to teahc Ms. Ami as well. I wish you both the best of luck. Your dismissed. I'll see you two around ... or if not, in two months." Titskun replied, waving them both a goodbye.
Ami rounded up her supplies, and placed them back in her bag as Chichiri grabbed the book to take it along with them. "Goodbye, Ms. Titskun. See you soon!" Ami called out. Titskun smiled sweetly, and waved to Ami. Chichiri opened the door, holding for Ami to walk through. Yet again, Ami blushed at Chichiri's chivalrous gesture, as she nodded a thank you and walked out, followed closely by Chichiri.
"So, Ami ... Oh, I mean ... Ms. Mizuno? Forgive me ... I didn't even ask to call you by your first name, ya know?"
"I-Its alright ... I'd like it better if you call me Ami." she replied softly, trying to hide her red face.
Chichiri smiled at her shyness, as he stared at the book again. "Funny really ... The Universe of the Four Gods. I feel a strange de ja vu to it in some way ... I really can't explain it." he replied. Chichiri passed it over to Ami who flipped through the pages, noticing a story laid out all in ancient chinese. "How interesting ... it sounds like a fairy tale book from ancient China. I wish I could read it ..." Ami replied. "I'd love to teach you, Ami." Chichiri remarked, making Ami turn towards him again. "Could you really?" she asked. "Of course. Judging by your interest, I can tell you'll be a fast learner, ya know?" he replied sweetly. He pulled out a piece of paper from his binder, and began scribbling on it. He then handed it to Ami. "What's this?" she asked. "My phone number and cell number. Its for you to call me ..."
"::BLUSH:: T-to call you?" she nervously stated.
"For the project on the book. I'd love to work on it woth you now, but I've got to meet up at my dojo. I've got martial arts and priesthood lessons." he proudly stated. Ami smiled in wonder at Chichiri's life. "You live at a dojo? That is wonderful! I would love to see it!" she replied bluntly, not realizing her excitement in it all. Chichiri laughed. "It be my honor to show it to you. Call me tomorrow, since there's no school, and we'll get together and meet up on the book, ya know?" Chichir replied. Ami nodded in agreement. "Woudl you like me to take it and see if I cna start deciphering it?" Chichiri asked. "Oh no, you have a lot to do, and besides, I want to see if I can get any info on the author and any other background info." she stated, once again falling into her book worm persona. Chichiri couldn't help but smile at her sweet and adorable nature, as he didn't attempt to argue.
"Alright then ... I'll be waiting for your call, Ami. See ya tomorrow, ya know?" he called out, while walking down the hall. Ami waved back, feeling as though she had made a new friend. One whom she was without a doubt attracted to. She skimmed her hand on the rough surface of the book and smiled. Pulling out the paper Chichiri handed to her, Ami glanced over his number as her cheeks rose with a soft pink again. As she flattened the paper out, another piece of paper dropped from Chichir's paper. It had seemed to be attached to the paper holding Chichiri's number, as Ami bent down to pick it up.
It seemed to be a newspaper clipping, as Ami picked it up and glanced over it. "YOUNG JONAN STUDENT DROWNS; BEST FRIEND ATTEMPTS LEAD TO DEEP SCAR", is what it read. Becoming curious, Ami continues scanning through the article as she fell on more. " .... Hiko Ninkado, a Jonan student drowned in local river flood .... best friend, Hojun Menko attempted to save him ... Hiko couldn't be saved ... best friend's attempts lead to devestating scar ... over ... over his left eye." Ami read, as all the color in her face dropped. Her once happy eyes now shoenw ith fear and sorrow. "This doesn't make sense ..." Ami replied. "A guy like ... like him ..." she continued.
"Houjun ... that's ... that's Chichiri ... Oh my god ..." Ami replied softly, feeling the pit of her stomach churn.
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Day 2 "The Idol and the Crossdresser?"
Minako Aino attends a theatre group aside from her regular schooling. Hoping to gain real acting experience, Minako meets a beautiful older boy, who she mistakes for a girl, and feels oddly attracted to him. Determined to prove she's a he, Minako goes on investiagation ... only to befriend a piece of her competition, the young crossdresser ... Nuriko Yanzaki.
WATCH FOR IT!!!
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**DISCLAIMER: All Sailor Moon and Fushigi Yuughi: Mysterious Play characters and all incorporated, do not belong to me.**
Day 1 "When Brains meet Mystery"
It was mid afternoon, and Ami Mizuno was early as usual to her new class. Unlike the other girls, who each attended different high schools and finishing schools, Ami had decided to brush up her cram classes with a few extra classes at Jonan High. She was to take Computer Software and Foriegn Literature. She felt a bit uneasy in this large school, unfourtunatly not having her four best friends around wasn't helping much. Ami tilted her glasses upwards towards her face, and clasped her book bag closer or her chest. She felt a bit out of place, especially coming to a new school with Japan's finest students. Many of the students were in their last period of the day before dismissal, as Ami entered the school for the first time.
Walking up a few flight of stairs, Ami soon made it to her first extra class, Foriegn Literature. Walking in, she was amazed to be surrounded by what appeared to be thousands and thousands of books. The decor seemed like the inner wallings of a palace, and certainly not amoung everyday libraries. Ami walked in cautiously, hearing her footsteps echo amoung the walls and great bookshelves that lined every turn.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?" Ami called out, only to hear her echo answer her.
"Just a moment please." a voice called out from the shadows.
Out from behind the main desk, an elderly stout and short woman came walking out. Ami jumped at the sight of her, noticing she wasn't the prettiest thing to look at. Yet, being as polite as Ami was, Ami smiled nervously and bowed to the woman. "Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Ami Mizuno, and I'm here for extra cram classes." Ami sweetly announced. The old woman answered in a small grunt and pulled out a large red book. Skimming through, she came upon her list for extra classes. "Ami Mizuno? Why yes, your on my list. Your quite early my dear, you must be quite the little bookworm." the elderly woman replied, taking a good look at Ami. "My name is Titskun Kimori. I'm the librarian and Foriegn Literature teacher here."
"Nice to meet you Ms. Kimori."
"Please Ami ... not so formal. Just call me Titskun ... all the students here do."
Ami nodded in understandment, as Ami followed Titskun to the center of the large and elaborate library. Ami took a seat on a long wood table, setting out her notepads and writing utensils, and pulling out her glasses, ready to jump into whatever Titskun had ready for her. Titskun walked up on top of a small step stool, making her look over Ami at the table, as she then sighed, glancing over at the entrance door. Ami noticed how Titskun had no intention of starting the class, as Ami became rather confused. "Ms. Titskun ... shouldn't we be starting?" Ami asked politley. Titskun looked over at Ami and chuckled a bit. "We'll start shortly ... seems your not the only one taking this extra cram class, Ami dear. We're waiting on one other student. He's one of our class valadictorians here. He should be coming along." Titskun remarked, bringing her wandering eyes back to the door.
Suddenly, the entrance doors opened again, as a young man came walking in. Titskun merely smiled and looked upon him as a mother would to an adoring son. "I'm surprised. Your usually here earlier, Houjun dear." Titskun replied, motherly. The young man laughed as he stood before Ami and Titskun. "Titskun-sama, I asked you ... please, call me Chichiri like everyone else." he replied. Ami felt her face merely flush pink at the sight of this man. His hair was a light blue, with strands in his face and a small ponytail. Yet he seemed very different. He was obviously older then her, a grade above. Ami noticed his eyes at first. One shone his gorgeous brown color and deepness, whilst the other was closed, showing a scar covering his eye, keeping it from ever opening it again. Ami's curiousity ran wild with this young man, as her eyes never left him.
Titskun scoffed and turned away from Chichiri. "Houjun is the name you were born with ... therefore, that is what I'll call you!" Titskun replied. Chichiri laughed, and scratched the back of his head. "Just as stubborn as always, ya know?" he exclaimed. Chichiri then caught sight of the new girl sitting at the table. His joking face soon eased into an expression of sincereity and a smile. He walked over to her, as Ami could feel her heart jump.
"Hello there. I'm Houjun Menko ... but everyone calls me Chichiri ... except Titskun there!"
"O-oh ... I-I'm ... I'm Ami Mizuno. Nice to meet you." Ami softly replied.
"Alright then, introductions made. Please Houjun, grab that small red book from that high shelf there to your right, and take your seat next to Ami." replied Titskun. Chichiri walked over and grabbed the book Titskun replied, and returned to Ami's side, taking his seat. Ami tried her best to not blush while Chichiri was around her, but she found it very difficult to do so. "Now, this cram class is very simple you two, especially due to your high academic skills. I'll assign you both a book. I want an extensive report on it ... history, origin ... anything and everything. This is a large part of your grade, the only and biggest project you will recieve. I'm giving you two months to do it starting today. Which means, unless your doing research on it in here, I won't see you two again for this class in two months." Titskun quickly replied. Ami looked a bit taken by the sudden assignment, yet not afraid. Chichiri looked the book over, dusting it and wiping it away to look at the title.
"The ... The Universe of ...the Four Gods?" Chichiri replied.
Ami was quite impressed by Chichiri right away. "Chichiri-sempai, you can read ancient chinese?" Ami questioned. Chichiri laughed heartedly, as he placed the book down. "Titskun taught me a long time ago when I was in eight grade. The earlier you learn the easier it is. And Ami, no need to refer to me as your sempai ... plain Chichiri is fine." he exclaimed, trying to open up Ami a little. Titskun made her way down her step ladder and walked over to Ami and Chichiri. "That is why I've assigned this book to you both. Houjun, you know ancient chinese, so reading this will be no problem. Perhaps as the project goes on, you'll be able to teahc Ms. Ami as well. I wish you both the best of luck. Your dismissed. I'll see you two around ... or if not, in two months." Titskun replied, waving them both a goodbye.
Ami rounded up her supplies, and placed them back in her bag as Chichiri grabbed the book to take it along with them. "Goodbye, Ms. Titskun. See you soon!" Ami called out. Titskun smiled sweetly, and waved to Ami. Chichiri opened the door, holding for Ami to walk through. Yet again, Ami blushed at Chichiri's chivalrous gesture, as she nodded a thank you and walked out, followed closely by Chichiri.
"So, Ami ... Oh, I mean ... Ms. Mizuno? Forgive me ... I didn't even ask to call you by your first name, ya know?"
"I-Its alright ... I'd like it better if you call me Ami." she replied softly, trying to hide her red face.
Chichiri smiled at her shyness, as he stared at the book again. "Funny really ... The Universe of the Four Gods. I feel a strange de ja vu to it in some way ... I really can't explain it." he replied. Chichiri passed it over to Ami who flipped through the pages, noticing a story laid out all in ancient chinese. "How interesting ... it sounds like a fairy tale book from ancient China. I wish I could read it ..." Ami replied. "I'd love to teach you, Ami." Chichiri remarked, making Ami turn towards him again. "Could you really?" she asked. "Of course. Judging by your interest, I can tell you'll be a fast learner, ya know?" he replied sweetly. He pulled out a piece of paper from his binder, and began scribbling on it. He then handed it to Ami. "What's this?" she asked. "My phone number and cell number. Its for you to call me ..."
"::BLUSH:: T-to call you?" she nervously stated.
"For the project on the book. I'd love to work on it woth you now, but I've got to meet up at my dojo. I've got martial arts and priesthood lessons." he proudly stated. Ami smiled in wonder at Chichiri's life. "You live at a dojo? That is wonderful! I would love to see it!" she replied bluntly, not realizing her excitement in it all. Chichiri laughed. "It be my honor to show it to you. Call me tomorrow, since there's no school, and we'll get together and meet up on the book, ya know?" Chichir replied. Ami nodded in agreement. "Woudl you like me to take it and see if I cna start deciphering it?" Chichiri asked. "Oh no, you have a lot to do, and besides, I want to see if I can get any info on the author and any other background info." she stated, once again falling into her book worm persona. Chichiri couldn't help but smile at her sweet and adorable nature, as he didn't attempt to argue.
"Alright then ... I'll be waiting for your call, Ami. See ya tomorrow, ya know?" he called out, while walking down the hall. Ami waved back, feeling as though she had made a new friend. One whom she was without a doubt attracted to. She skimmed her hand on the rough surface of the book and smiled. Pulling out the paper Chichiri handed to her, Ami glanced over his number as her cheeks rose with a soft pink again. As she flattened the paper out, another piece of paper dropped from Chichir's paper. It had seemed to be attached to the paper holding Chichiri's number, as Ami bent down to pick it up.
It seemed to be a newspaper clipping, as Ami picked it up and glanced over it. "YOUNG JONAN STUDENT DROWNS; BEST FRIEND ATTEMPTS LEAD TO DEEP SCAR", is what it read. Becoming curious, Ami continues scanning through the article as she fell on more. " .... Hiko Ninkado, a Jonan student drowned in local river flood .... best friend, Hojun Menko attempted to save him ... Hiko couldn't be saved ... best friend's attempts lead to devestating scar ... over ... over his left eye." Ami read, as all the color in her face dropped. Her once happy eyes now shoenw ith fear and sorrow. "This doesn't make sense ..." Ami replied. "A guy like ... like him ..." she continued.
"Houjun ... that's ... that's Chichiri ... Oh my god ..." Ami replied softly, feeling the pit of her stomach churn.
*************************** NEXT CHAPTER...
Day 2 "The Idol and the Crossdresser?"
Minako Aino attends a theatre group aside from her regular schooling. Hoping to gain real acting experience, Minako meets a beautiful older boy, who she mistakes for a girl, and feels oddly attracted to him. Determined to prove she's a he, Minako goes on investiagation ... only to befriend a piece of her competition, the young crossdresser ... Nuriko Yanzaki.
WATCH FOR IT!!!
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