(Okay, we all know about the old "G Gundam characters go back to school"
thing, right? Well, I'm going to end up following the trend and doing one
of these stories myself. I couldn't help it, I was dying to write one
anyway! ^_^)
Gotta love these things ---- (Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own G Gundam)
§~The Best Years of Your Life~§
by: Rayne Rhiana
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Chapter One: Cliques
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"Domon! Domon, you idiot, do you want to be late? Domon!"
Kyoji Kasshu irritably shoved his younger brother's form, only earning a sleepy grunt in return. It was always a chore to get Domon up in the morning, but ever since his senior year of high school had started it had gotten worse. Unlike Kyoji himself who had gotten good grades basically his whole life, Domon slacked off the first month and a half of senior year. His mid-quarter report card stated that he was two credits behind. If he didn't make them up, he'd have to repeat senior year.
Not that Domon cared...
"You know if you get one more tardy, the principal will be having a nice long chat with you! Now drag your lazy butt out of bed before I have to pull the ol' bucket of water tactic on you. I mean it, Domon!" Kyoji wasn't fibbing either. On more than one occasion, he'd been forced to dump a bucketful of ice cold water on his younger brother when he refused to get up for school.
"You wouldn't dare..." Domon mumbled from underneath the pillow he had over his head.
"Don't try me. Now get up." Kyoji left the room and just as he was closing the door, heard his brother mutter something that sounded like "Yes, mother." Grinning, he shut the door and headed downstairs.
Domon Kasshu pulled the pillow off his head and threw it on the floor. Stupid school. Stupid homework. He saw his Biology and English homework strewn across the ground, half-finished and full of scribbles. Normally, he was a very bright student, but Domon - like any other normal person - couldn't do homework when he was inebriated, as he had been when he'd crawled in his window at 1:30 in the morning after attending a party at his best friend Chibodee's house, whose parents were out of town. It had been great, but he'd gotten a little more drunk than he'd intended to and had a hard time climbing up the side of the house, much less staring at charts and definitions. He'd finally figured he'd do it before school, or copy somebody elses'. Everyone at school worshipped Domon Kasshu, quarterback of the Neo-Federation High School's football team. And like any jock, he was more than happy to attend wild parties.
He dug around in his dresser for a while, finally coming up with a clean t- shirt and black jeans. His football number was on the back of this particular shirt, along with his last name. All the team members were required to wear their number on the Friday before a game.
He looked in the mirror and sighed. Normally, Domon Kasshu was considered extremely good-looking. But this morning, with bedhead and an expression that made him look like he'd been run over by a truck, no one would use that particular term to describe him then. He grabbed a comb and ran it through his unruly hair, finally tying it up with a bandanna that displayed the school colors - mostly red with black at the ends. Then he slapped himself in the face a couple of times, presumed himself ready, gathered up what had been homework and threw it in his backpack, and headed downstairs.
Kyoji was almost finished eating breakfast. Mrs. Kasshu was standing at the stove, keeping Domon's eggs and bacon warm for him. Dr. Kasshu was nowhere to be seen - he'd had to leave early for work.
"Good morning, hon. One egg or two?" Domon's mom asked him.
"One," he replied. "I'm in a hurry. Hey, Kyoji, lemme see that." He was referring to the newspaper his brother was reading. He could see a section on the Federation High School's football team's game last week. His brother complied and Domon plopped down in a chair to read it. It wasn't much, just some things about the amazing passes Domon Kasshu, number 4, had made; the amazing catches Chibodee Crockett, number 26, had caught; and the amazing defense Argo Gulskii, number 37, had provided. Two of Domon's best friends were on the football team along with him. It made the after-parties a lot cooler.
"You played a great game last week, little bro," Kyojo congratulated. "I saw it on the news. Sorry I couldn't be there. I got home at nine and there was no point in going when there were only thirty seconds left in the game."
"That's okay. No problem. I wouldn't have known if you were there anyway. I had my mind on other things - like playing football." The two brothers started laughing and their mom joined them, serving Domon his breakfast. "You can come tomorrow night, you know. It wouldn't kill you to show up and cheer for me, just 'cause you're a legend at Federation High."
"Yeah, maybe." Kyoji shrugged. "Krystal and I have plans tonight, but maybe she'll agree to stop by the game." Domon doubted it - Krystal hated him. Kyoji's little brother was just another annoyance to her, deterring her from her real prize - Kyoji and what he promised. The older Kasshu brother was currently enrolled it college and heading for a potential football scholarship. He'd be making big bucks if it all worked out and she wanted in on it. Kyoji refused to see it that way, however, and was stubbornly convinced Krystal loved him.
"I gotta go," Domon announced. "See ya, Kyoji. Bye, Mom." Grabbing his backpack, Domon strode out of the house. Mrs. Kasshu watched her son leave with a sigh.
"He's growing up too fast. You are too, Kyoji. Already in college! My, I'm getting old."
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Rain Mikamura was in no way the most popular girl in school. On the contrary, she was far from being popular. She was the 'smart kid' all the jocks and cheerleaders loved to exploit and copy off of. But Rain was smarter than that and never let them. She figured if they wanted to be stuck at FHS their whole lives, that was their business. At that immediate moment, she was walking down the hall with her best friend Marie Louise. Despite being popular, Marie Louise loved Rain who had been her next-door neighbor forever. They'd grown up together and the cliques at high school were never going to drive them apart.
"I totally didn't study for Biology!" Marie Louise complained. "Rain, you have to help me! My parents said if I fail one more class, they're going to ground me during homecoming! I would just die if I couldn't go with George!" George de Sand was Marie Louise's longtime boyfriend. They were currently one of the 'it' couples in school. Rain rolled her eyes.
"What's with all the hype about homecoming for?" she asked. "I never saw the point."
"It's the last homecoming of our lives, Rain!" Marie Louise insisted. "There's no way we can miss it! Remember what all the movies say? These are supposed to be the best years of our life! I can't ruin mine by being grounded during homecoming!"
"I'll help you," Rain relented. "But I'm not letting you copy. You'll never learn that way."
"That's fine! Let's go to the libary during study hall and you can quiz me. I have Biology right after that, so it should be perfect. I'll remember everything that way." Marie Louise smiled. "You'll have to get the pass. They don't trust me, but if they know I'm going with someone like you, they'll understand. They always think I'm going to skip class or something."
'For good reason', Rain thought. Marie Louise often skipped class to hang out with her popular friends. "Okay, fine. But we have to study."
"Yes, we will. Oh, thank you, Rain!"
Wondering if she was making a mistake, Rain bid her friend goodbye and headed off towards her first class.
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Domon pulled into the school parking lot, driving his bright red sportscar. As usual, his friends were hanging around sitting on Chibodee's car. It was the second-coolest car of all theirs, a blue convertible. George drove a white car everyone insisted had been given to him by his grandmother. Argo drove a green pickup truck that they liked to use for tailgating.
The second Domon, unofficially dubbed their 'leader', pulled in every one of the guys flocked to his car and sat on it. "Hey, man," Chibodee greeted, slapping hands with his best friend. "Very nearly late, as always."
"Hey. I call it 'fashionably late'," Domon said, laughingly. "Couldn't help it. I was almost wasted at your party last night, Chib. You hold some really great bashes. You have to have another one sometime soon."
"My parents are out of town 'til next Tuesday. I can have another one for this game on Saturday night," he announced proudly. Domon high-fived him again.
"Great!"
George shook his head. "You two are so immature."
Chibodee shrugged and laughed. Domon, however, was waving at someone across the parking lot. "Hey, Sai! Sai Saici!"
He was greeting their junior friend, a year behind them in grade. He was still considered cool enough to hang out with them, though, and came over grinning, his girlfriend Cecile trailing behind him. She was cute for an underclassman, with light blue hair and sparkling brown eyes.
"Hey, bros!" Sai greeted cheerfully.
"Hi, guys," Cecile added. She knew these four seniors all too well. Sai was constantly hanging out with them. They were fun to be around so she didn't mind. And they didn't mind her. She was easygoing and had a good enough reputation around school that she made them seem like good students to faculty when they hung around her. She'd kept one or more out of suspension more than once.
"Hi, Cecile," Domon, Chibodee, and George replied. Argo merely nodded. He didn't speak much to anyone outside his 'group'.
Sai Saici drove a bright yellow convertible, much like Chibodee's, but he had to park it in the junior's section of the parking lot and none of the seniors would be caught dead hanging around there. "What you all been up to? The party last night was great."
Chibodee beamed. "I know."
"Where did you get all that beer?" George inquired.
"My parents have a secret liquor stash they think I don't know about it. The butler Jaques and I have an understanding - he buys alcohol to replace what I drink and give away and I don't tell my parents he's been stealing money from their safe in the kitchen. It's a good arrangement."
Suddenly, the first bell rang, signalling they had five minutes to get to class. Domon glanced around at his group and shrugged. "Guess we better enter the chamber of horrors for another day of -enlightening- education."
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~Thoughts? Comments? Questions? ANYTHING?! Then review and say it! I love reviews of all kinds, even the mean ones, 'cause those point out what I can change about my writing, so I don't mind 'em. Just don't be -too- mean if you can help it.
A tidbit of information - Domon's jersey number (4) is coincidentally that of one of my friends' that plays on our football team.
Okay, I know I promised this would be a Domon/Rain fic. Don't worry, you'll see how these two interact soon enough. So in other words, Domon and Rain fans like myself, have no fear! They -will- run into each other soon enough.
Rayne~
Gotta love these things ---- (Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own G Gundam)
§~The Best Years of Your Life~§
by: Rayne Rhiana
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chapter One: Cliques
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Domon! Domon, you idiot, do you want to be late? Domon!"
Kyoji Kasshu irritably shoved his younger brother's form, only earning a sleepy grunt in return. It was always a chore to get Domon up in the morning, but ever since his senior year of high school had started it had gotten worse. Unlike Kyoji himself who had gotten good grades basically his whole life, Domon slacked off the first month and a half of senior year. His mid-quarter report card stated that he was two credits behind. If he didn't make them up, he'd have to repeat senior year.
Not that Domon cared...
"You know if you get one more tardy, the principal will be having a nice long chat with you! Now drag your lazy butt out of bed before I have to pull the ol' bucket of water tactic on you. I mean it, Domon!" Kyoji wasn't fibbing either. On more than one occasion, he'd been forced to dump a bucketful of ice cold water on his younger brother when he refused to get up for school.
"You wouldn't dare..." Domon mumbled from underneath the pillow he had over his head.
"Don't try me. Now get up." Kyoji left the room and just as he was closing the door, heard his brother mutter something that sounded like "Yes, mother." Grinning, he shut the door and headed downstairs.
Domon Kasshu pulled the pillow off his head and threw it on the floor. Stupid school. Stupid homework. He saw his Biology and English homework strewn across the ground, half-finished and full of scribbles. Normally, he was a very bright student, but Domon - like any other normal person - couldn't do homework when he was inebriated, as he had been when he'd crawled in his window at 1:30 in the morning after attending a party at his best friend Chibodee's house, whose parents were out of town. It had been great, but he'd gotten a little more drunk than he'd intended to and had a hard time climbing up the side of the house, much less staring at charts and definitions. He'd finally figured he'd do it before school, or copy somebody elses'. Everyone at school worshipped Domon Kasshu, quarterback of the Neo-Federation High School's football team. And like any jock, he was more than happy to attend wild parties.
He dug around in his dresser for a while, finally coming up with a clean t- shirt and black jeans. His football number was on the back of this particular shirt, along with his last name. All the team members were required to wear their number on the Friday before a game.
He looked in the mirror and sighed. Normally, Domon Kasshu was considered extremely good-looking. But this morning, with bedhead and an expression that made him look like he'd been run over by a truck, no one would use that particular term to describe him then. He grabbed a comb and ran it through his unruly hair, finally tying it up with a bandanna that displayed the school colors - mostly red with black at the ends. Then he slapped himself in the face a couple of times, presumed himself ready, gathered up what had been homework and threw it in his backpack, and headed downstairs.
Kyoji was almost finished eating breakfast. Mrs. Kasshu was standing at the stove, keeping Domon's eggs and bacon warm for him. Dr. Kasshu was nowhere to be seen - he'd had to leave early for work.
"Good morning, hon. One egg or two?" Domon's mom asked him.
"One," he replied. "I'm in a hurry. Hey, Kyoji, lemme see that." He was referring to the newspaper his brother was reading. He could see a section on the Federation High School's football team's game last week. His brother complied and Domon plopped down in a chair to read it. It wasn't much, just some things about the amazing passes Domon Kasshu, number 4, had made; the amazing catches Chibodee Crockett, number 26, had caught; and the amazing defense Argo Gulskii, number 37, had provided. Two of Domon's best friends were on the football team along with him. It made the after-parties a lot cooler.
"You played a great game last week, little bro," Kyojo congratulated. "I saw it on the news. Sorry I couldn't be there. I got home at nine and there was no point in going when there were only thirty seconds left in the game."
"That's okay. No problem. I wouldn't have known if you were there anyway. I had my mind on other things - like playing football." The two brothers started laughing and their mom joined them, serving Domon his breakfast. "You can come tomorrow night, you know. It wouldn't kill you to show up and cheer for me, just 'cause you're a legend at Federation High."
"Yeah, maybe." Kyoji shrugged. "Krystal and I have plans tonight, but maybe she'll agree to stop by the game." Domon doubted it - Krystal hated him. Kyoji's little brother was just another annoyance to her, deterring her from her real prize - Kyoji and what he promised. The older Kasshu brother was currently enrolled it college and heading for a potential football scholarship. He'd be making big bucks if it all worked out and she wanted in on it. Kyoji refused to see it that way, however, and was stubbornly convinced Krystal loved him.
"I gotta go," Domon announced. "See ya, Kyoji. Bye, Mom." Grabbing his backpack, Domon strode out of the house. Mrs. Kasshu watched her son leave with a sigh.
"He's growing up too fast. You are too, Kyoji. Already in college! My, I'm getting old."
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Rain Mikamura was in no way the most popular girl in school. On the contrary, she was far from being popular. She was the 'smart kid' all the jocks and cheerleaders loved to exploit and copy off of. But Rain was smarter than that and never let them. She figured if they wanted to be stuck at FHS their whole lives, that was their business. At that immediate moment, she was walking down the hall with her best friend Marie Louise. Despite being popular, Marie Louise loved Rain who had been her next-door neighbor forever. They'd grown up together and the cliques at high school were never going to drive them apart.
"I totally didn't study for Biology!" Marie Louise complained. "Rain, you have to help me! My parents said if I fail one more class, they're going to ground me during homecoming! I would just die if I couldn't go with George!" George de Sand was Marie Louise's longtime boyfriend. They were currently one of the 'it' couples in school. Rain rolled her eyes.
"What's with all the hype about homecoming for?" she asked. "I never saw the point."
"It's the last homecoming of our lives, Rain!" Marie Louise insisted. "There's no way we can miss it! Remember what all the movies say? These are supposed to be the best years of our life! I can't ruin mine by being grounded during homecoming!"
"I'll help you," Rain relented. "But I'm not letting you copy. You'll never learn that way."
"That's fine! Let's go to the libary during study hall and you can quiz me. I have Biology right after that, so it should be perfect. I'll remember everything that way." Marie Louise smiled. "You'll have to get the pass. They don't trust me, but if they know I'm going with someone like you, they'll understand. They always think I'm going to skip class or something."
'For good reason', Rain thought. Marie Louise often skipped class to hang out with her popular friends. "Okay, fine. But we have to study."
"Yes, we will. Oh, thank you, Rain!"
Wondering if she was making a mistake, Rain bid her friend goodbye and headed off towards her first class.
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Domon pulled into the school parking lot, driving his bright red sportscar. As usual, his friends were hanging around sitting on Chibodee's car. It was the second-coolest car of all theirs, a blue convertible. George drove a white car everyone insisted had been given to him by his grandmother. Argo drove a green pickup truck that they liked to use for tailgating.
The second Domon, unofficially dubbed their 'leader', pulled in every one of the guys flocked to his car and sat on it. "Hey, man," Chibodee greeted, slapping hands with his best friend. "Very nearly late, as always."
"Hey. I call it 'fashionably late'," Domon said, laughingly. "Couldn't help it. I was almost wasted at your party last night, Chib. You hold some really great bashes. You have to have another one sometime soon."
"My parents are out of town 'til next Tuesday. I can have another one for this game on Saturday night," he announced proudly. Domon high-fived him again.
"Great!"
George shook his head. "You two are so immature."
Chibodee shrugged and laughed. Domon, however, was waving at someone across the parking lot. "Hey, Sai! Sai Saici!"
He was greeting their junior friend, a year behind them in grade. He was still considered cool enough to hang out with them, though, and came over grinning, his girlfriend Cecile trailing behind him. She was cute for an underclassman, with light blue hair and sparkling brown eyes.
"Hey, bros!" Sai greeted cheerfully.
"Hi, guys," Cecile added. She knew these four seniors all too well. Sai was constantly hanging out with them. They were fun to be around so she didn't mind. And they didn't mind her. She was easygoing and had a good enough reputation around school that she made them seem like good students to faculty when they hung around her. She'd kept one or more out of suspension more than once.
"Hi, Cecile," Domon, Chibodee, and George replied. Argo merely nodded. He didn't speak much to anyone outside his 'group'.
Sai Saici drove a bright yellow convertible, much like Chibodee's, but he had to park it in the junior's section of the parking lot and none of the seniors would be caught dead hanging around there. "What you all been up to? The party last night was great."
Chibodee beamed. "I know."
"Where did you get all that beer?" George inquired.
"My parents have a secret liquor stash they think I don't know about it. The butler Jaques and I have an understanding - he buys alcohol to replace what I drink and give away and I don't tell my parents he's been stealing money from their safe in the kitchen. It's a good arrangement."
Suddenly, the first bell rang, signalling they had five minutes to get to class. Domon glanced around at his group and shrugged. "Guess we better enter the chamber of horrors for another day of -enlightening- education."
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~Thoughts? Comments? Questions? ANYTHING?! Then review and say it! I love reviews of all kinds, even the mean ones, 'cause those point out what I can change about my writing, so I don't mind 'em. Just don't be -too- mean if you can help it.
A tidbit of information - Domon's jersey number (4) is coincidentally that of one of my friends' that plays on our football team.
Okay, I know I promised this would be a Domon/Rain fic. Don't worry, you'll see how these two interact soon enough. So in other words, Domon and Rain fans like myself, have no fear! They -will- run into each other soon enough.
Rayne~