Sket Dance Fanfiction: "The Moderately Grand Return, the Love between the Lame Hero and the Idiot Demon Princess"
Chapter 1: "The Return of the Lame Hero"
A/N: Hello all who decided to give my story a shot. I'm Mikainox, though you probably already knew that. Unless you're blind, in which case, I'm very impressed with your ability to read this. To you I give the biggest of thumbs ups, and to everyone else, I give you an ever so slightly smaller thumbs up. I love Sket Dance, and this is my first of hopefully many fics for this great series. I hope to improve over time, so I'd love to have any and all constructive criticisms. I'll try to incorporate your advice as I get it. Anyway, enough of my yapping, on to the story!
As the late summer sun beat down on the airport's runway, a jumbo jet from an international flight taxied down the runway, coming to a stop and docking at its concourse. The passengers began to exit the plane and entered the concourse. An electronic sign board detailed the latest arrivals, the three most recent being from Okinawa, Sapporo, and just now, the United States.
"Pop, look, look! We're here! Japan! But where are all the ninja and samurai?" an energetic little girl chirped excitedly as she sprinted off the plane. The little girl is about seven years old, with long blonde hair that's done up in ribbon pig-tails and she has green eyes with long lashes that sparkle as she looks around for the expected ninja and samurai. She has unblemished pale skin, and is wearing a white one-piece dress with flowers on the hem as well as laced up sandals. Her features are pretty and she will likely grow up to be stunning.
The man who is her father responded with mirth to his daughter's skewed expectations of Japan as he followed her off the plane, "Kiddo, there aren't usually ninjas and samurai just wandering around. Though some are still around seeing as I've met a few, they aren't all that common these days." The father is a twenty-something man with light brown eyes that are alight with humor, messy black hair that is sticking up at the ends under his red horned cap. His smile is slightly roguish and he wears a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a red vest, blue knee length shorts, sandals, two wristbands, the previously mentioned red-horned hat and some goggles that are drawn up on his forehead resting on the horns of his hat. Some would consider him to be very handsome, while others would think he looks a little half-assed.
"Buu….. That's no fun. But you said a samurai and a ninja went to your high school. I was so excited to see the place where you grew up. You always said it was an interesting place full of interesting people." The little girl muttered with a cute pout on her face, her cheeks puffed up.
"Ha Ha Ha! Don't worry your pretty little head Kiddo! Every tale about when I lived in Japan was true. But before that, let's go get our bags and head on out!" The man exclaimed with a laugh. The little girl beamed, "Yeah!" The father held out his hand to the small girl, who took it eagerly. The pair went off to find the baggage claim to pick up their suitcases. He looked around, having not been in this airport for a long time, and observed an elderly couple in bright, tropical clothing who seemed to be looking for something.
As the father and daughter went on their way towards the baggage claim, they looked at all the souvenirs in the shops in the terminal. "Pop! Lookit! It's Momoka! Her voice is so pretty! I love her songs!", the daughter excitedly pointed to a cd with the cover showing the picture of a cute, even beautiful, smiling idol. "So it is kiddo, so it is. Speaking of Momoka, I wonder how she's doing, it's been a while." The father said while stroking his stubbled chin. "I won't fall for that anymore Pop, I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm SEVEN, practically an adult. You may have known ninja and samurai, but there's no way you know THE Momoka." the daughter rebutted with a stuck-out tongue, as she proudly drew herself up to her full, albeit short, height. "Yeah yeah, c'mon let's keep going, we need to get our bags." "Okaaaaaaay!' the daughter sang out and grabbed her father's hand.
At that, the pair walked away from the terminal store, past an announcement board which the father took a second to look at. There seemed to be some kind of repairs going on in the terminal itself. A poster detailed the situation. He hoped that this wouldn't affect people negatively. As they walked past the security gates, they saw the same older couple wandering around, still seeming to have not found what they were looking for.
Soon enough, the father and daughter arrived at the main part of the terminal. An announcement came onto the loudspeakers, "The flight from China has just arrived, and once again, the flight from China has just arrived." The daughter exclaimed as she looked around with the wonder that only a child has, "Wowie, there's a whole BUNCHA people, all different kinds of 'em!" "Japan has a large population, and we're in the Tokyo area, which is one of the most densely populated areas in the world." The father explained, as the two arrived at the baggage claim area. "I guess so. Hey Pop, what's with the baggage claims? Why are they not moving?" "I see, so that's what they meant by repairs." "Huh?" "Nothing kiddo. Just thinking out loud." the father said, patting the girl on the head, eliciting a content smile. "Now, where would our bags be?" the father mused while glancing around. He then noticed a rather small, and hard to read sign that was tucked into a corner near the baggage claim's entrance. "Let's head over there." "'Kay."
When the two reached the sign, the daughter tried her best to read the characters, sounding them out, "Bag…..gage cl….aims…..are…brok…..en…..your…..lug….gage….will….be…collected….and….placed...…accordion….to…arrival…..order. So they're saying that we have to find our stuff somewhere else?" "Good job reading that, there were some tough characters in that." The daughter preened under her father's approval before she asked a follow up question, "But what does 'accordion to arrival' mean? Will someone nearby be playing an accordion?" "No, but that would be interesting. The sign said according to arrival, not accordion." "Oops. Tehe." "That's okay, you're still very smart, not to mention pretty." The father praised, while ruffling her hair affectionately. The daughter sighed in bliss at the ministrations. After the exchange was finished, they heard someone say, "Pardon us." The two turned around to see the elderly couple in tropical clothes the two had seen wandering around the airport terminal, timidly approaching.
"We hate to impose on people, but have you or your lovely daughter seen any lime green suitcases? They're our bags and we can't seem to find them despite having checked all over the airport. We've been here a while, and our eyesight is making it difficult to find them, we need to find our bags soon if we're to catch our train….we took a little longer than we should have to get off our plane. We walk slowly, since our hips just aren't as strong anymore. It's rough on us old ones to sit for a long time. We get sore you know?" the old woman chattered, while her husband grunted, clearly a man of few words, while the wife was a chatterbox.
The daughter smiled with eagerness and turned to her father, "Pop! A request!" The man ruffled the girl's hair, smiled and said, "Yeah Kiddo! It's time for us to shine!"
The elderly couple nervously addressed the father-daughter pair, "Um, if you two haven't seen our bags, there's no need to go to the trouble of helping us look for them."
"No way sillies, this is what we do!" The little girl asserted.
"What you do?" the old man asked, confused a bit. The father and daughter nodded and took a somewhat silly, somewhat cool pose, their right fists at a forty-five degree angle in front of them, their left fist on their waist. "It's also who we are!' The father said.
"Who are you?" The elderly couple queried.
The father and daughter grinned and said with enthusiasm, "We are… SKET Dance!"
"SKET? Dance? What does that mean?"
The father and daughter struck another pose, this one with their left hands stretched straight at an acute angle in front of them and their right hands showing thumbs up and exclaimed, "Support!"
The two took another pose this one similar to a Kamen Rider's pose, "Kindness!"
They took one more pose this one like Ultraman, "Encouragement!"
They struck more poses, the daughter's like Sailor Moon while the father's was like the Great Saiyaman, "Troubleshoot!"
"If you need help or are in trouble, Sket Dance will be there for you on the double!" The father and daughter finished exuberantly.
The old woman laughed, "Well, I guess we do need help, so if you would be willing, we wouldn't mind having such a cute girl and her handsome father help us." The old man nodded in agreement. At the compliment, the father and daughter took on a face that could only be described as, 'pleased and embarrassed but not wanting to show that they are feeling that way and failing.' The old man blinked in surprise at the half-assed faces the helpful pair were showing, but shrugged because they were being so helpful for no reason other than they wanted to help.
"Pop, time for concentration mode!" The daughter shouted gleefully. "You got it Kiddo!" The father nodded, before placing his goggles over his eyes and closing them and going silent. As minutes started to tick by, the elderly couple, being confused as to what was going on, tried to ask the father what he was doing. The father didn't acknowledge them, so they turned to the daughter for an explanation.
"Um what is your father doing exactly? I thought you were going to help us look for our bags?" "That's what we're doing! Pop is thinking using his concentration mode about whether we've seen or heard anything that could help us find them."
"Umm, I don't know if that would…." Before the elderly couple could finish their sentence, the father took off his goggles and started taking some deep breaths, getting vital oxygen to his lungs to recover from concentrating so hard.
"Whew, that was tough…But I know where your bags are. Follow us." The father claimed. "Yeah, follow us!" The daughter echoed her father.
The elderly couple looked at each other, and nodded, it wasn't like they had many other options. They followed the father, who was striding confidently off towards a different terminal, while the daughter was skipping happily next to her father.
The group arrived at the large central atrium that was the main entrance of the airport, and cordoned off in the middle were different piles of bags from the planes that arrived. "There they are!" the daughter exclaimed, as she dashed off to the piles in search of their things, the father walking more slowly for the sake of the couple. The airport workers had just finished putting the last suitcases on the newest pile, and left to be ready for the next set of arrivals.
"POP! OVER HERE! I FOUND OUR STUFF!" the daughter yelled as she jumped up and down with glee, not out of breath despite having ran back and forth between all the piles. "She's already forgotten about the request, well, I guess she's still a kid." The father walked up to his daughter, and gave her a noogie, albeit a very gentle one. "Weren't you going to help me complete the request?" "Uhhh, hehe, I got distracted. Sorries Pop." "It's okay. Since you've already found our bags, we can just bring those with us while we walk to where our client's things are." "Roger dodger!" As the father pulled a small flower decorated yellow suitcase and a large black suitcase with a decal of a red horned head wearing goggles on it, the elderly woman said, "Are you sure that you know where our bags are? All these piles are making me nervous, it'll be difficult to search every single one for our luggage…"
The father grinned at the elderly couple and said, "Of course I do. First off, you said you took a while to get off your plane when you arrived, since you have bad hips and were stiff. This means you were on a flight before ours, particularly one that arrived not all that long before ours, since you probably would have already been helped had too much time passed since your arrival. The electronic arrival board said that the two most recent flights before ours were from Okinawa and Sapporo. Seeing that you are wearing tropical clothes, I knew that you couldn't have just come back from Sapporo, and therefore you must have just come back from vacation in Okinawa. I also remembered hearing that a fourth flight arrived after our flight from America. Taking into account the sign in the baggage claims area that said that the luggage would be separated from each other according to flight order, and the need for there to be a space large enough to fit all the bags in, this place was the only logical conclusion. Your poor eyesight made it so you couldn't see the small sign that explained this. This means that your bags will be in the fourth pile over there, three away from the most recent pile, which is that one that those workers just finished. It was quite simple really."
The elderly couple were astounded, this man had found out all that simply from what he heard and saw in passing and other easily missable details from the people he was trying to help. The daughter had a haughty and proud look on her face while they walked over to the pile that the father had indicated, "Isn't Pop amazing? He's the head of the largest volunteer and helping organization in all of America, maybe the world!" The father also took on a proud look. "True, but we also have a train to catch Kiddo and so do these good folk, so enough bragging about your old man, who did all the work." "What?! But I helped!" The daughter started to pout before her father ruffled her hair again. "Of course Kiddo, you power up your old man just by being there!" The daughter smiled happily at her father.
The group arrived at the fourth pile, and after some rooting around, found the bags that the couple had been looking for. "We truly thank you for your help Sket Dance! How can we ever repay you?" The elderly couple said while they bowed. "No need to repay us, helping others is what we do as Sket Dance. Just be safe in your travels." The Father asserted. The daughter however, had other ideas, "Do you have any candy that has weird flavors?" she asked. "Unfortunately no we don't." "Oh…. Oh well." The daughter started sniffling, and making an honestly kinda gross face of sadness. "Don't worry kiddo, where we're going there'll be plenty of weird-flavored candy." "Oh yeah, that's right! Thanks for reminding me Pop!" the daughter visibly brightened, rather exaggeratedly at that. "No problemo, Kiddo. Now we have to run to catch our own train." Everyone waved farewell to each other before heading to their respective trains.
After the father and daughter finished grabbing their things and got on the train to their destination, the daughter started to beg the father to tell her something as she grabbed onto his shorts leg, her lower lip quivered cutely with emotion, "Pop, please, pretty please tell me about the beautiful demon princess we're going to see again! Please, please, please, pretty please with sugar on top?"
The father smiled wistfully, a faraway look on his face as he acquiesced to his daughter's demand while they sat for the ride to their destination, "Well Kiddo, she's violent, short-tempered, monstrously strong, only has a head for fighting, would threaten me all the time for my antics, she's strict, she would make fun of me a lot for my silliness, overall the very definition of a true demon princess….."
The daughter waited for him to continue, an expectant look on her face. "…But she's the most beautiful and wonderful woman I've ever met. We were inseparable when we were younger, and when I left for America to fulfill my ambition of establishing SKET Dance for the world, it tore me to pieces having to leave her, though I acted like I was only leaving my closest friend, rather than the woman I loved, in order to not make leaving her even more painful for the both of us. Since I absolutely needed to make my dream a reality."
The daughter's face lit up, as she never tired of hearing about the demon princess, despite having her father tell her about the demon princess many times. "I can't wait to meet her! I wonder if she'll like me…" "I'm sure you'll love her, and she'll love you too, no doubt about that Kiddo."
Meanwhile at a certain academy high school with rather lax rules, a gorgeous woman with medium length dyed blond hair, exquisitely smooth skin, sparkling blue eyes, a beautiful face with long eyelashes, wearing a medium length white skirt with a pink cardigan, high heels, and a black choker, who was sucking on a Pelollipop, suddenly sneezed. "AAAAACHOO!" "Damn I hope I'm not coming down with a cold. Can't afford ta do that since I gotta get ready for the midterm I'm giving to th' students tomorrow. Also I wonder why I have a sudden urge ta tsukkomi some idiot and hit 'em fer making fun 'ah me."
A/N: Well, that was quite the chapter wasn't it? I hope you enjoyed it, I sure had fun writing this. I'll try to not go too long without updating this. For now, I'll try to aim for at least every month. Feel free to send me a polite PM if a month goes by without an update. Though I may occasionally have things going on, so please be understanding if I post an announcement. Anyway, we're now on a journey together, so let's swear to have some fun alright? Mikainox signing off.