Chapter One

It was another incredibly boring day of school in homeroom 11-3 at high school Academy Nintendo in Kyoto, Japan. The teacher of homeroom 11-3 was Mr. Garcia, a grumpy old man in his fifties who was from New York, America. Mr. Garcia was the worst teacher in school to some, as he hated kids, and "taught' pretty horribly.

The school in Kyoto was hidden behind some forests and caves off the edge of the city, so it was left pretty undisturbed. The forest made the school seem it was in the wilderness.

Though located in Japan, only a small fraction of the students there were Japanese. Throughout elementary and junior high, students all over the world worked hard to earn the "Jr. Diploma", which would earn the student a spot in the school. Other students came for other reasons. About 45 percent of the students at the school were American. 20 percent were from Europe, about 5 percent were from Asia, about 10 percent were from Japan, and another 10 percent were from other parts of the world, some even unknown, isolated parts of the world, and maybe even places not on Earth.

The layout of the school. The school was a huge building that was three floors high. It was a building made of white wood and had red shingles on the roof. The main building was out in the open, the three shorter, slimmer building went around in a huge square, creating a courtyard that the main building could loom over. Trees surrounded the area, making it feel very nature oriented. Of course, that was to be expected from the Kyoto area.

Most of the kids, coming from other parts of the world, didn't have a home to go to, so the had the high school dorms in the courtyard. It seemed as if the dorms were a village, and the looming main building was the castle where the King ruled all. And in a way, it kind of was like that.

There were about 30 dorm houses. They were scattered around the courtyard, where in the center, there was a fountain which was surrounded by the dorm houses, a little plaza where the "villagers" could hang out.

The dorms were the size of a fair apartment. They were one floor high, and had the appearance of a cozy little cabin on the lake. When you walked inside, you saw a living room with a hardwood floor. It was kind of bare- this living room was basically the size of a very small bedroom, with nothing but a couch against the wall facing the door, with a large glass window above that, and some purple curtains. To the right, there was a small kitchen. To the left, there was a hallway with four bedrooms, each room fitting two people, so eight in a house. These rooms consisted of two larger-than-twin but smaller-than-queen sized beds. There were two small windows, a double-dresser made of fine oak wood, a small shelf that hung from the ceiling, and an old TV that rested on a wooden stand. Teachers made sure all students had to be in bed by ten at night. It was a somewhat cozy lifestyle.

Then the interior of the school itself. Having stuffed in over 1000 kids, most of whom had to sleep in rooms at school, due to not being enough dorms, had many complex hallways, and finding the right class was sometimes a serious pain. The walls were nonexistent; they were covered with tons of oak-wood lockers. The floor was a nice white tile. Some hallways were wide, which the students called "interstates", had rivers flowing through them. In some hallways, rather than lights, there were small glass opening in the ceiling, allowing for natural light. Overall, the school was pretty good looking. Their were no stairs; only elevators. Class hours were from 8:30 to 4:00.

Basic Math and Science were taught here, but the main reason for the school was…well, who knows? People who went to that school were wizards and fighters, plumbers and monsters. 10 percent of the kids there were not human. Other than Math and Science, the other classes consisted of Arena, where students would square off in battles, Citizenship, Skills, and Future (more on that last one later.) Three times a day, the students would hang out in there homeroom- the start of school, before lunch, and the end of school.

So now we return to the classroom of the feared Mr. Garcia. It was 8:52, and in a few minutes the students would be dismissed to go to the next class. Chaos was running wild. This happened whenever Mr. Garcia had another one of his common coughing fits.

Suddenly, Mr. Garcia stopped coughing. The entire class froze in fear. Even the clock decided to not dare turn to 8:53 until Mr. Garcia give it permission to do so.

"As I was SAYING," grumbled the teach, "Shut up. Shut up. Now. Now um, before you go on to your next class, I think we should introduce a new student…(God help me)…he is from…what was it? Canada? Yes, well, no matter…Naushi Diamond has been transferred here from Canada when…(I hate this cold)…Hey, YOU! SHUT UP! I don't care if Zelda broke up with Ike! I'm speaking! Whatever…come in Naushi, hurry up…"

Naushi Diamond casually strolled into homeroom 11-3. He seemed so relaxed it was as if he was dissing Mr. Garcia right there.

Naushi was wearing a dark sapphire sweater with some black jeans. Just the kind of thing Mr. Garcia hated. He had forest green eyes and blond hair. He also had a sword on his back; a swordsman obviously. His hair. It looked like…say, "DragonBallZ Goku" style. He liked anime. He looked pretty calm, and he walked in with a deviant grin.

"Hi." he said. "Where do I go, Mr. G?"

Mr. Garcia didn't like Naushi at all. "Don't call me Mr. G…ever. As for your seating position, there is a spot in between Mario and Link over there. Go now. Hop to it!"

Naushi calmly did as he was told. Naushi sat in a desk in the second-farthest row from the front of the room. In front of him was a fat guy. He had red overalls, a blue sweater, and a red cap with an M on it. The fat guy had old boots on, had brown hair, and had a black mustaches coming in. Naushi dubbed him "Plumber."

Behind him was a guy dressed in green. He had a green tunic and a green hat. He wore warrior boots, and had a sword on his back. He had blond hair and green eyes. He had pointy ears. Naushi dubbed him "Elf-Boy."

Naushi pretty much fooled around for the next few minutes. Mr. Garcia was…Naushi dubbed him "Robotic Evil Crazy Man With A Devoid Soul", or "RECMWADS" (Reck-em-wads) for short.

When class was over, Reck-em-wads crankily dismissed the class to their next period.

It was 4:15. Mario and Link returned to their dorm house. They entered the door, laughing at a joke Mario just told.

In that dorm, Dorm 22, the members were Mario, Link, Norman, Yoshi, Kirby, Dexter, and Samus Aran. There used to be another guy named Nick, but he moved out. Mario and Link assumed that that new guy was moving in.

Mario bunked with Norman, Dexter bunked with Yoshi, and Samus shared a room with Kirby. Link's old roommate was Nick.

Mario retired to his room. Norman had band practice after school, so Mario had the room to himself for the next two hours. He plopped onto his bed, exhausted. It had been a hard day. He was seriously relaxed.

"Um…hello? Is this Dorm 22?"

Mario didn't need to guess who was at the door. It had to be that new guy, the Nocki, Noogi, Nostri. The N guy.

Samus kept to herself, but Mario, Link, Yoshi, and Kirby came to the door. Dexter was at chess club.

Yeah, it was Naushi. He had a large bag on his back, and he was carrying his sword.

"Um...hi guys. New here. Is this 22?"

"Yeah, it's 22." stated Link. 'You're bunking with me, man. Check it out."

Link showed Naushi to their room. Naushi recognized him as Elf-Boy. He also saw Plumber at the door. He also saw some freakish dinosaur, and a pink puffball. Weird.

Link and Naushi entered room 3. Naushi set his stuff down by the door. He took in the freshness of the room.

"Nice."

Naushi let out a deep breath.

"This place wears me out."

"Yeah, well, you'll get used to it." said Link. "Here, let me introduce the gang."

Mario, Kirby and Yoshi were in the living room. "Yeah, so I'm Link." said Elf-Boy, "the guy in red is Mario, the pink little adorable guy is Kirby, and the green lizard is Yoshi. Dexter and Norman are at their activities, so you'll meet them later. …hey, where's Samus?"

"In her room," sighed Mario as he jumped onto the couch, "She never says hi or anything. She just stays pent up in her room. And you never see her face, 'cause she wears this armor. For all we know, she's an alien."

Naushi leaned against the wall. "Yeah, I have seen some weird creatures here…Japan really is something."

"No, it isn't Japan," said Link, "it's this school. Why are things like this here? Nobody knows. But hey, it beats regular school, don't it?"

"I dunno," said Naushi quietly. "I've never been to school. Home school all my life. And I gotta tell you, I was sick of that little cottage in the Ontario province."

Naushi then plopped onto the couch.

"So," he asked with a smile, "what do you guys wanna do tonight?"

"Hey, let's sneak off campus!" suggested Link with a grin. 'It's totally against the rules, and it's the perfect way to introduce the new guy! We ought to go tonight!"

Link was a troublemaker. Just the kind of guy Naushi liked. Mario, on the other hand, was always dead serious.

"Are you serious?!" exclaimed Mario, somewhat angry. "If the teacher-guard catches us, we'll be dead! Plus, I heard Mr. Garcia is guarding tonight. It's the absolute worst way to introduce the new guy!"

"Wee!" shouted Kirby. (Let's go to the arcade when we sneak out!)

"see, Mario?" said Link defiantly. "we all wanna go. How bout you, new guy?"

Naushi was way ahead of Link.

"So Reck-em-wads is going to make sure we don't come out, huh? Whatever. That guy is totally skinny. I bet lizard-guy can take him out like THAT!"

Yoshi was way ahead of Naushi.

"Yifbf!" he shouted. (…so after I beat Mr. Garcia with a bat, we make a sprint, go to the club, and return by 1 in the morning! It's perfect!")

Mario groaned. The last time the gang snuck out, Mario got caught, and only Mario. as punishment, he had to eat beaver meat.

So Naushi, Link, Kirby and Yoshi planned while Mario groaned, it didn't take long for word to spread that some students from Dorm 22 were sneaking out with the new guy (how these things always got leaked, nobody knew. Some say there is a ghostly spirit living in campus.)

"Link and some of his gang are sneaking out! Wanna go?"

"No way! Mr. Garcia will kill them!"

"I wonder what Mario will be forced to eat THIS time?"

It was currently ten-thirty at night. Everyone in Dorm 22 were in bed, but not all were sleeping. (Norman, a novice Pokemon Trainer, had heard of the occasion. He was coming too.) Link had members on the outside world (again, no explanation.) When three raps were heard on the roof of the Dorm, Mario, Link, Naushi, Kirby, Yoshi, and Norman would sneak out of the dorm through the window (teachers locked the doors at night, so nobody could escape.) Once outside, they would quietly sneak through the "village". When Mr. Garcia turned the other way, one of Link's henchmen would distract Mr. Garcia. If he chased after him, the six would dash out the gate while he was distracted. Plan B would be launched if Mr. Garcia simply blew the whistle without chasing the guy. If that happened, Yoshi would sneak behind Mr. Garcia, knock him out, and they would make a dash. The downside to this plan was that the teachers would know someone escaped, and might take attendance. If caught, the gang could be suspended, expelled, or worse- forced to eat beaver meat. ("Beaver meat ain't bad! We have it all the time in Canada!")

Knock knock knock. Three raps were heard from the ceiling of Dorm 22. No time was to waste; the gates were locked at 1AM because that's when the evil gangs came out. It was now 10:41. Naushi and the rest quickly slipped out of bed and got dressed without distracting Dexter and Samus. The six met in the living room when everything was ready.

"Remember," whispered Link, "quick but quiet! Like a ninja! There's a rumor going around that extra teachers are hiding behind the bushes since Bowser recently snuck out and tried to burn down Sega Academy. Understood?"

"I couldn't understand it any more." whispered Naushi with a grin. "One time I had to cross the border into the United States across Lake Erie to get some special medicine for my grampz. He was sick dying."

The others stared at him in awe. Who WAS this guy?!

No more words were to be spoken until they reached the streets of Kyoto. Silence was vital. Quickly and quietly, Mario used his weight to carefully slide the left window out of place and into the grass outside.

Cold air blasted into 22. Everyone jumped outside. It was no problem being discreet while still in the village; the dorm houses created a sort of alley.

By the light of a "streetlamp" ten feet away, Naushi could see Norman. He had smooth, buzz-cut brown hair and glasses. He wore a red- futuristic jacket and blue jeans. Naushi dubbed him "George Jetson".

"Hello, boss."

Naushi stared in awe as a shadowy figure hiding behind the building the whole time addressed Link. "I'm ready to distract Rec-em-wads, as the new guy called 'im. Watch for me, mate. Be discreet."

The shadowy figure dashed off. Was he a ninja? Mario quickly slid the window back into place. Everyone quickly took the alleyway south to reach to south wall, where the gate was. They could see what they needed to see now.

About thirty feet down the wall, Mr. Garcia was relaxingly but grumpily watching the gate. Facing the north, so he could catch anyone trying to sneak out. Naushi saw a shadowy figure appear and reappear. Link's minion was inching his way towards Mr. Garcia without being noticed.

The ninja-minion was about to perform his act, and the group was about to get ready to sprint, when-

"Wait."

Naushi and the other spun around. Standing there was a girl. A small female, very thin. Blond hair with a ponytail in back. Small face, deviant grin, strong arms, fast legs. She wore a red sweater and jeans.

"I heard a rumor that Dorm 22 is sneaking out tonight. Turns out it's true." she reported casually. She paused for a second, then said, "Take me with you."

"What? Why?' asked Link, "We can't take you, because, like, you…well, you're female! This is the guys night out!"

"Relax, Link." yawned Mario, somewhat tired. "Don't be sexist, man. Let her come along. The more the merrier. The more the suspended, the less blame is directed at me."

"Hey, Mr. Garcia! Rec-em-wads! Over here, fool!"

Link's ninja was already taking the plan into action.

'Hey! Why, you hooligan! As if my job isn't hard enough in this cold! Get over here!" The plan went perfectly. Mr. Garcia "ran" (he was pretty unathletic) after the ninja.

"No time to argue, run!" ordered Norman as he sprinted towards the gate. It didn't take much for the other to quickly follow suit. The girl tagged along.

With athletic Link at front, followed by Norman, then Naushi, then Yoshi and Kirby, then the girl, and fat slow Mario at back, the race was on. One thing everyone knew about Mr. Garcia was that he easily gave up, so he was more than likely to quit chasing the ninja, blow the alarm-whistle, and return to his post.

Within moments they were out of the gate. Now, as you know, Academy Nintendo was hidden behind trees and caves so it was a five minute walk (or two minute run) to reach urban Kyoto. They chose to run. No time to waste, they were still in view from the gate. Within moments they were out of sight.

"There goes another one! A group this time! I counted seven." reported the old male teacher from the bushes. "Stupid kids. They think they're so smart. Well, we'll show em. Right, Hideki?"

"Correct, Mr. Forman." replied the other teacher, Mr. Zin. "we'll send the N-Squad right after them. They'll definitely be expelled."

"Let's break the rules again.' snickered Mr. Forman. "We can kill them, right? Cause we hate kids so much?"

"Correct, Mr. Forman."

It was on.