Matt Ishida was an idol.
A god, to all the girls of his domain. His school was full of Yummy_Yamaters, or Y's as they called them selves.
The Y's were an order of fan girls devoted to the art of Matt-watching, Matt-fawning, and Matt-stalking. A survey taken by the school newspaper found that 98% of the females at Odiba High had a crush on Matt, 59% of which belonged to the order of the Y's. Furthermore, 12% percent of males admitted to finding Matt dreamy.
The president of the order, Amanda Keloray, is the undisputed authority on Yamato. She knows every single miniscule detail of his life. She is also the keeper the Ishida Diaries. The diaries are the club's most prized possession. It is a complete account of Matt's life starting about a year ago. If Amanda were here she'd tell you it started February 12^th, 2001, when our lovely boy toy Matt was 15, and the Teenage Wolves were enjoying a brief stint of moderate fame, playing local clubs every Friday and Saturday. Luckily for you, you who are not steeped in the knowledge of Yamato, at least not as much as Amanda, she is not here. I, the simple narrator, and no one of importance, am here to let you get used to the water so to speak and gradually take you through this crazy, mixed up, Matt-crazed world.
Regular life for the Mr. Yamato Ishida was not regular at all. In fact, you would probably get disgusted with all the members of the opposite sex following you around all the time, hiding in your bushes and making your life miserable. He certainly had a hard time trying to do normal things. He was not allowed to try out for school plays, because the drama teacher said that no female actresses could "keep her faculties about her long enough to remember lines" as long as he was in the room. It was a tough existence. The last lawsuit, which was for violation of the restraining order against one Jamie Henderson (representative of the 11^th grade in the order of the Y hierarchy), had paid off enough money for him to get a security system, which had made his life a bit easier. Nonetheless, poor Matt had to be careful what he said and did. He had to make sure his door was locked and that he didn't rush into anything with a girl, she could be a spy for the Y.
So after the fiftieth lock was cut off his locker, for the easy removal of gym clothes that smelled like "PHAT" Matt, and the thousandth time his backpack was dug through when he got up from his desk to ask the teacher something, he made a plan. That's where our story begins.
A god, to all the girls of his domain. His school was full of Yummy_Yamaters, or Y's as they called them selves.
The Y's were an order of fan girls devoted to the art of Matt-watching, Matt-fawning, and Matt-stalking. A survey taken by the school newspaper found that 98% of the females at Odiba High had a crush on Matt, 59% of which belonged to the order of the Y's. Furthermore, 12% percent of males admitted to finding Matt dreamy.
The president of the order, Amanda Keloray, is the undisputed authority on Yamato. She knows every single miniscule detail of his life. She is also the keeper the Ishida Diaries. The diaries are the club's most prized possession. It is a complete account of Matt's life starting about a year ago. If Amanda were here she'd tell you it started February 12^th, 2001, when our lovely boy toy Matt was 15, and the Teenage Wolves were enjoying a brief stint of moderate fame, playing local clubs every Friday and Saturday. Luckily for you, you who are not steeped in the knowledge of Yamato, at least not as much as Amanda, she is not here. I, the simple narrator, and no one of importance, am here to let you get used to the water so to speak and gradually take you through this crazy, mixed up, Matt-crazed world.
Regular life for the Mr. Yamato Ishida was not regular at all. In fact, you would probably get disgusted with all the members of the opposite sex following you around all the time, hiding in your bushes and making your life miserable. He certainly had a hard time trying to do normal things. He was not allowed to try out for school plays, because the drama teacher said that no female actresses could "keep her faculties about her long enough to remember lines" as long as he was in the room. It was a tough existence. The last lawsuit, which was for violation of the restraining order against one Jamie Henderson (representative of the 11^th grade in the order of the Y hierarchy), had paid off enough money for him to get a security system, which had made his life a bit easier. Nonetheless, poor Matt had to be careful what he said and did. He had to make sure his door was locked and that he didn't rush into anything with a girl, she could be a spy for the Y.
So after the fiftieth lock was cut off his locker, for the easy removal of gym clothes that smelled like "PHAT" Matt, and the thousandth time his backpack was dug through when he got up from his desk to ask the teacher something, he made a plan. That's where our story begins.