So I wake up from another night reading animé fanfics, afterall what else is there left to do when you're a Filipina otaku missing some animé action (that are not dubbed in Arabic whatsoever) here in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia? Nothing. I get up, readying myself for school, expecting to have another shitty day at school, if not, boring.

Heh. Mann, I was sooo wrong!

So, I went and sit at my own place at the school bus, about 2 minutes later, the bus reached out destination, the school. (A/N: No DuH!)

It's another Saturday (A/N: the work/school days here are Sat-Wed, the weekends are Thursdays & Fridays), there's an assembly going on the quadrangle. I'm a bit late so I didn't bother to attend it. I reached our classroom, gasping for breath; carrying a heavy messenger bag, a folder, a thick notebook and loose notes while also lifting my abaya (a/n: abaya is a black clothing, or something like a loose black robe, worn by women here in middle east. Usually worn with a tarja or hood.) so I won't trip while going up stairs is not that easy when you're going up in a flight of stairs.

As I have said, I didn't bother to go to the assembly. I know I just broken a rule but I really don't have the energy to go down stairs and make an appearance at the assembly no more. So I just sat at my seat at our classroom and studied my notes about our Science long test and Math long test today.

About 15 minutes later, I heard footsteps. 'Finally! They're going up! I'm feeling a bit … out of place here alone in this classroom' I thought as I stood up and greeted my class mates good morning, gave them a friendly peck on the cheek, and hug them. So we chitchat for a while, others studying for the test, and the others were doing their Math homework were waiting for our first period teacher to come in (a/n: in our school, here, teachers go to our class rooms).

We were expecting a short haired woman to come in for our first period P.E (A/N: I'm going to leave our Filipino & Arabic subject out of this! . ) but instead, we found this boy with these unusual but welcoming almost very cute golden eyes. Me, Deane & Kathleen (A/N: These two are my two very real to life friends! Deane is my bestie! practically the only peeps who knew Saiyuki and other animé series in our class >. ) dropped our jaws on the ground, well… not literally, just a bit to show that we really are surprised. And to add to our surprisement, confusion, joy and everything in between, we saw a blonde guy with droppy purple eyes following the boy.

'How the hell did Sanzo & Goku reached here! More importantly, what are they doing in this real world rather than at the animé world?' that thought/question seems to be on me, Deane's and Kathleen's mind, and as for the rest of the class, I just thought they don't know them or think that I'm a liar for saying that blonde guy's pic on my cell phone (A/N: He's my wallpaper! –hopeless sigh-) is an animé character.

Not to long later, the asst. principal of the high school level, Mr. Morla came into our room along with 5 other girls which about only the 3-6 population of the class recognize. 'Sakura? Tomoyo? Chiharu? Christine? Miyu? What are they all doing here!' I thought, it also seemed to be the question in Kathleen's and Deane's mind, the others, they probably don't recognize.

"Girls, these are your new P.E teacher, Mr. Son Goku. And these are your new class mates; Sakura, Chiharu, Christine, Miyu & Tomoyo. Any questions?" Mr. Morla said.

I was about to ask him what was Genjo Sanzo doing here when suddenly Sanzo said, "I'm here to make sure the baka saru keeps himself sane". Almost like reading my mind. Soon, the asst. principal left and our five new classmates found themselves seats, next to each other. I took a glance at Deane's reaction, it seems she's as shocked as Kathleen was, and Kathleen was soo at awe at seeing her fav. Animé character, she looked like she forgot how to breathe. I mentally sighed and proceed to listen to Goku's lecture.

It consisted of lot of whacking and 'baka saru's', and if I've heard and seen right… gunshots and a gun! (A/N: No duh! A gunshot noise from a sword!)

When Sanzo took out his gun and unhesitatingly shot Goku (his aim was so accurate, thank God Goku moved just right in time), almost all the class started to ask questions and some protested, which resulted to a very loud and noisy class, which isn't a good thing according to the great Genjo Sanzo, Sanzo shot the ceiling, after which, as if on cue, silence falls. 'Oh great! Another hole on this room! As if the one on that side of the wall where he almost shot and killed Goku isn't enough! mental sigh' I thought. I really wish that these were one of those times where I'll just turn on my iPod, listen to Gavin DeGraw, and let the other have it. But somehow, I feel obligated to say something. So I stood up and began to complain, afterall, I am the class' P.R.O, which means I'm the representative of this class.

"What do you have to do that for Genjo Sanzo! I know you're irritated and getting impatient but please! Keep your gunshots to yourself and try not to shot anyone or anything! We're the ones who have to pay for the damages ya know! And if it helps, somebody here seems to love Goku VERY VERY MUCH!"

I said in a way that could also silence the class, I know I have a loud voice when I'm mad. Heck, maybe even a taunting scary voice. I know I like…-no! I love Sanzo, in the series. But I think that is enough. Somehow, I kinda feel obligated to speak up for the class, and… maybe even for Goku. I never thought that compulsion is laid off at me when I elected myself as the representative of the class. Well, I haven't really thought of it, until now…

I shivered as I received those famous threatening glare from the Genjo Sanzo himself. I always laughed my head off when I saw him do that to Goku & Gojyo. But now, I'm not sure if it's funny and/or a laughing matter anymore… --Hey! Where's Gojyo anyway? Not hitting on the younger teachers I hope... (they're scary when they're mad… trust me) Anyways, back to the matter at hand. I decided that if Sanzo decided to shoot me with his gun, I'll come after him with my new 3 ½ inched heels black leather shoes, which I just bought this weekend. (A/N: I'm sooo proud of it! It will finally make me look taller! MWUAHAHAHAHAHA! Tall peeps at school… BEWARE! YOU ALL SHALL FEAR MY WRATH!)

Silence. I didn't look but I somehow, I know. Everyone is stunned, scared everything in between when I talked back at Sanzo. Even those who don't even know him in his Saiyuki days. I gulped, and shake my right foot a little, preparing myself to chase him with my new shoes (If I do have the guts.) Then, some of my faithful friends, who knew Sanzo when he's mad rushed over to my side, saying things like "Lyssah! Are you crazy!","Lyssah! Are you out of your mind! You know Sanzo when he's mad! Heck, you even admired it! But, do you think you like it enough to experience it?". I couldn't exactly pinpoint what they're saying as my attention was to the cute monkey demon who was now looking so cute and all with a worried thankful surprised and everything in between expression on his face.

I turned to look at Sanzo's face. Well, as usual. It was unreadable. Then, he smiled. 'WTF!' I thought. 'Was this guy toying with me!'
I wondered what the hell was going on in his little unreadable mind of his...

Wonder what could happen? –yawwwwnsss-

Oh well…. I'll continue it anytime I'll have.

But for the meantime… BOOKS! Lol. I'mreading "Romeo & Juliet" needed for our Book Review for our English subject. –hopeless sigh- I really do wish that our English teacher was Chichiri. Lol. It would be so much nicer. And more funn! Yay!

--Hey! Do you know, Juliet is only 13? Well... that's a tad bit young age to die...

Anyways, R & R.

This is dedicated to my first ever fan (this story's anyway), my bestie, Deane!

glompies Deane!

Ja ne!

LySSaH