The Guyz
By: BGCrisis
"Dedicated" to: This story was inspired by such great apartment fics as Robster80's "The Boyz", for which this fanfic is named in tribute of, and Fanboyimus Prime's "The Apartment."
Note: If anyone has a gripe about technology levels comparative to the dates I set, I refer you to television shows in the fifties and sixties, not to mention comic books. The technology we were expected to have by now was far greater than reality. Seeing as this is an alternate universe anyway, it makes little difference. Besides, the calendar sitting here is for 2000, and my 2001 catgirl cosplayer one is downstairs.
Disclaimer: If you think I'm gonna do an actual disclaimer you're nuts, if you've seen one you've seen them all.
Chapter 00 - Prologue to Excitement
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Friday, June 2, 2000
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Due to the large number of people residing in Japan in relation to the country's size, much of the housing is found within large apartment complexes. That in and of itself is nothing special, nor new. But on this day, there is an apartment that will become quite special.
You see, it is quite common for young people to share an apartment. Especially if they are bachelors, or students. This particular apartment is the new home to four young male bachelors, all of which are students. The odd part though, is that none of them are college students, nor do they have the scholastic achievements that would normally be associated with someone who is about to enter such an institution of learning.
On this day, the roommates of the leaseholder to this particular apartment are finally showing up, and so shall meet four of the most unique individuals on the face of the Earth. Ah, here comes the last one now! Let's watch, shall we?
*****
'Well, this is the place. I hope this is the right thing to do.' And with those thoughts, he lifted his right had up and knocked on the apartment door.
A muffled, "Just a sec!" could be heard from behind the door. A few moments later he could hear the lock being turned and the door opening. Looking at the figure who opened the door revealed a teen a few years his senior, with jet black hair.
"Hi, come on it, you're the last one here," the unnamed figure said as he moved out of the way and let the visitor enter. After closing and locking the door the figure moved down the hall. "Go ahead and leave your stuff at the door, we can get you set up after proper introductions are made. Just follow me."
After quickly dropping his pack the visitor follows his host down the hall into what is obviously the common room of the apartment. Sitting on the couch and a recliner are two other teens, one with long brown hair, the other with a shock of uncontrolled hair as black as night.
"Guys, this is our last roommate, Tai Kamiya," the figure said to the sitting teens. Turning to address the visitor now known as Tai Kamiya he said, "Tai, that's Gohan Son sitting in the recliner, and sitting over there on the couch is Duo Maxwell. I'm Ranma Saotome, we talked on the phone."
*****
And so, with a collection of short greetings and a few handshakes, the stage is set for enough chaos to cause a certain Senshi of Time to have a massive coronary, but luckily, or maybe unluckily depending upon your point of view, she and her troupe never existed in this reality.
So now I shall sit back and watch what shall develop. As the wheel of time turns, things will change, and with this group of individuals they are sure to change quite a bit. Do join me, won't you?
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Author's Notes:
Okay, I realize I seem to be going with a trend here. I apparently have this thing about doing prologue's from the internal viewpoint of a third person omniscient narrator. Nothing wrong with that really. At least it's not all from that perspective this time. I didn't actually cover as must as I wanted to, I had planned for them to do some basic introductions, but oh well. It seems like that's another trend I'm stuck with, making my prologues as much that as teasers. Again, oh well. It should all start to shape up as things proceed; after all, this story comes pretty much in pieces and I can't seem to plan it in a linear fashion.
C&C is welcome, so long as it is constructive. Flames will be referred to my lawyers as hate mail.
By: BGCrisis
"Dedicated" to: This story was inspired by such great apartment fics as Robster80's "The Boyz", for which this fanfic is named in tribute of, and Fanboyimus Prime's "The Apartment."
Note: If anyone has a gripe about technology levels comparative to the dates I set, I refer you to television shows in the fifties and sixties, not to mention comic books. The technology we were expected to have by now was far greater than reality. Seeing as this is an alternate universe anyway, it makes little difference. Besides, the calendar sitting here is for 2000, and my 2001 catgirl cosplayer one is downstairs.
Disclaimer: If you think I'm gonna do an actual disclaimer you're nuts, if you've seen one you've seen them all.
Chapter 00 - Prologue to Excitement
-----
Friday, June 2, 2000
-----
Due to the large number of people residing in Japan in relation to the country's size, much of the housing is found within large apartment complexes. That in and of itself is nothing special, nor new. But on this day, there is an apartment that will become quite special.
You see, it is quite common for young people to share an apartment. Especially if they are bachelors, or students. This particular apartment is the new home to four young male bachelors, all of which are students. The odd part though, is that none of them are college students, nor do they have the scholastic achievements that would normally be associated with someone who is about to enter such an institution of learning.
On this day, the roommates of the leaseholder to this particular apartment are finally showing up, and so shall meet four of the most unique individuals on the face of the Earth. Ah, here comes the last one now! Let's watch, shall we?
*****
'Well, this is the place. I hope this is the right thing to do.' And with those thoughts, he lifted his right had up and knocked on the apartment door.
A muffled, "Just a sec!" could be heard from behind the door. A few moments later he could hear the lock being turned and the door opening. Looking at the figure who opened the door revealed a teen a few years his senior, with jet black hair.
"Hi, come on it, you're the last one here," the unnamed figure said as he moved out of the way and let the visitor enter. After closing and locking the door the figure moved down the hall. "Go ahead and leave your stuff at the door, we can get you set up after proper introductions are made. Just follow me."
After quickly dropping his pack the visitor follows his host down the hall into what is obviously the common room of the apartment. Sitting on the couch and a recliner are two other teens, one with long brown hair, the other with a shock of uncontrolled hair as black as night.
"Guys, this is our last roommate, Tai Kamiya," the figure said to the sitting teens. Turning to address the visitor now known as Tai Kamiya he said, "Tai, that's Gohan Son sitting in the recliner, and sitting over there on the couch is Duo Maxwell. I'm Ranma Saotome, we talked on the phone."
*****
And so, with a collection of short greetings and a few handshakes, the stage is set for enough chaos to cause a certain Senshi of Time to have a massive coronary, but luckily, or maybe unluckily depending upon your point of view, she and her troupe never existed in this reality.
So now I shall sit back and watch what shall develop. As the wheel of time turns, things will change, and with this group of individuals they are sure to change quite a bit. Do join me, won't you?
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Author's Notes:
Okay, I realize I seem to be going with a trend here. I apparently have this thing about doing prologue's from the internal viewpoint of a third person omniscient narrator. Nothing wrong with that really. At least it's not all from that perspective this time. I didn't actually cover as must as I wanted to, I had planned for them to do some basic introductions, but oh well. It seems like that's another trend I'm stuck with, making my prologues as much that as teasers. Again, oh well. It should all start to shape up as things proceed; after all, this story comes pretty much in pieces and I can't seem to plan it in a linear fashion.
C&C is welcome, so long as it is constructive. Flames will be referred to my lawyers as hate mail.
