A/N: Hee. This is actually a Digimon/Gundam crossover. For now.
Let me explain.
As you've read in the (crappy) summary, the fic is about the Peacecraft/Motomiya
Academy for Stalkers. They teach young and ever-hopeful fangirls the ancient secrets
of successfully stalking their favorite bishounen. And *that*, dear readers, is where *you*
come in. Due to my pathetic laziness and lack of imagination, I have failed to come up
with a list of anime girls who would want to stalk their male anime counterparts. So, I'm
giving *you* a chance to join the Stalker's Academy! E-mail me with your name and the yummy
bishounen of your dreams, and I'll enroll you: Lrd_of_Nitemares@linainverse.net
Happy stalking! *^_^*
Prologue (teaser)
"Everything is in order, Kaichou."
"Excellent. All are in the Assembly Hall?"
"Hai."
An indistinct figure seated behind a large, laquered desk nodded and rose. It
strode to the window, hands clasped behind its back. Heavy velvet curtains blocked out any
sunlight, casting the room in an eery darkness.
A second figure, standing at attention in front of the desk, ripped off a smart
salute. "Awaiting further orders, Kaichou."
"That will be all, Motomiya." It tilted its head. "Proceed to the assembly hall
and wait for me there."
"Hai."
The remaining figure closed its eyes at the click of the door. Finally...
finally, its dreams would be realized. After months of disappointment and humiliation...
it could practically taste sweet victory.
Its hands appeared to be a blur as they flung aside the curtains. Sunshine
flooded the room, revealing antique tables completely covered with picture frames and
letters. A heap of paperwork lay neatly on the figure's own personal desk, while the wall
behind it was hidden behind a plastic world map that took up the entire wall space.
The map was peppered with numerous red markings: X's and circles, arrows meandering
across continents and oceans...
The figure, now bathed in sunlight, smiled grimly and let out a dry chuckle.
"You just wait," it rasped. "I *will* get you, Heero Yuy..."
More A/N: Kinda short, I know, but I didn't want to drag it out. It *is* a teaser, after
all. ^_^ Huh, more anonymous subjects. Don't worry, all will be revealed next chapter,
during freshman orientation ^_~ Stay tuned!
Let me explain.
As you've read in the (crappy) summary, the fic is about the Peacecraft/Motomiya
Academy for Stalkers. They teach young and ever-hopeful fangirls the ancient secrets
of successfully stalking their favorite bishounen. And *that*, dear readers, is where *you*
come in. Due to my pathetic laziness and lack of imagination, I have failed to come up
with a list of anime girls who would want to stalk their male anime counterparts. So, I'm
giving *you* a chance to join the Stalker's Academy! E-mail me with your name and the yummy
bishounen of your dreams, and I'll enroll you: Lrd_of_Nitemares@linainverse.net
Happy stalking! *^_^*
Prologue (teaser)
"Everything is in order, Kaichou."
"Excellent. All are in the Assembly Hall?"
"Hai."
An indistinct figure seated behind a large, laquered desk nodded and rose. It
strode to the window, hands clasped behind its back. Heavy velvet curtains blocked out any
sunlight, casting the room in an eery darkness.
A second figure, standing at attention in front of the desk, ripped off a smart
salute. "Awaiting further orders, Kaichou."
"That will be all, Motomiya." It tilted its head. "Proceed to the assembly hall
and wait for me there."
"Hai."
The remaining figure closed its eyes at the click of the door. Finally...
finally, its dreams would be realized. After months of disappointment and humiliation...
it could practically taste sweet victory.
Its hands appeared to be a blur as they flung aside the curtains. Sunshine
flooded the room, revealing antique tables completely covered with picture frames and
letters. A heap of paperwork lay neatly on the figure's own personal desk, while the wall
behind it was hidden behind a plastic world map that took up the entire wall space.
The map was peppered with numerous red markings: X's and circles, arrows meandering
across continents and oceans...
The figure, now bathed in sunlight, smiled grimly and let out a dry chuckle.
"You just wait," it rasped. "I *will* get you, Heero Yuy..."
More A/N: Kinda short, I know, but I didn't want to drag it out. It *is* a teaser, after
all. ^_^ Huh, more anonymous subjects. Don't worry, all will be revealed next chapter,
during freshman orientation ^_~ Stay tuned!
