Disclaimer: I do not own any of Azumanga Daioh. A shame.
This is basically a collection of random stories and oneshots that I was suddenly inspired to start writing. Also I'm thinking of making my story Love and all that more then a oneshot. Please be kind...
Daioh Spin off Showcase!
Yomi slowly walked along the corridor, dressed in a dark black suit. She slowly adjusted her glasses and turned to face the screen. She took in a deep breath.
"Sometimes there exist shows that achieve quite a large amount of success. And of course with success brings money. However sometimes foolish people…do I really need to read that? I do? Ok. Sometimes foolish people like to end the series while it's at its peak, having told their story. Sure, this may be good for the audience and the creator, but what are the poor publishers to do?"
She fell silent as the lights were turned down.
"Spin-offs of course. Different elements, different characters, rip off of other shows. This creation still has fanfiction written about it, therefore there must be at least one person out there willing to pay money for such things. And that's good enough for our network executives. After all if we put enough effort into our Japanese advertising we ought to get plenty of sales just from showing Chiyo-Chan before they realize how crap it is."
There was a faint squeaking of trainers against the polished floor. Yomi turned and groaned loudly as Tomo approached her. The girl looked towards Yomi, towards the screen and then at the people behind the large glass screen.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Nothing, just go away Tomo" replied Yomi.
"Oh ok…wait a minute you're talking to the audience aren't you! You've been asked to advertise the new shows! I wanted to do that!"
"Just go away."
"Super wrestling move" said Tomo gripping Yomi in a headlock. She looked at the autocue. "And our first one is…wait that sounds crap!"
Mwha ha ha ha.
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For this story I have the legal drinking age at the English age of 18, and the six older characters at age 18.
In no association with Kiyohiko Azuma…
The Daioh Spin off showcase presents…
Azumanga Daioh
The sun shone high in the sky on this beautiful day, shining brightly down on the familiar looking school. People slowly waltzed up into the school as the bell rung loudly. Footsteps against the ground, fast and heavy, the person running towards the class, late. The door swung open.
"Hi, I'm Tom Takino" said the boy pulling open the door.
"Tom, you're late again" groaned Yukari as the boy attempted to sneak around the back of the room. "Sit down. Now."
"Yes Yukari-sensei" said Tom saluting the teacher and sitting down in his chair, ducking under her desk.
"Test papers are marked, and here they are" said Yukari. "On second thoughts, Masaaki you can hand out the papers" she said thrusting the papers out at the sitting boy.
"Y-yes Yukari sensei" said the boy standing up so quickly his glasses almost fell off. Under the glare of his teacher he sprinted around, handing out the papers.
Tom looked down at his paper. Fifty out of a hundred. "Well, not bad I guess" he said to himself. He looked up bored towards the chalkboard. "Man I can't wait for this lesson to end. Baseball next! Ha, bet I can hit a homerun or three!"
An hour later he stood holding the bat.
"Strike three!"
"Well I guess there's always the boys swimming club."
Across from her Sam sat on the small hill, watching the others playing. He slowly brushed his black hair out of his face, looking down at his pale skin. Those people didn't understand him. Life was just one soul destroying defeat after another, a test with no joyful end. He pulled out his pad. That could be a good poem.
He sat, merely watching the people playing. Fools. Wasting their time on sports. He rested the pad of paper on his lap and began sketching a small cat that had appeared at the edge of the playing field. His pencil scratched across the paper.
"Come here kitty" he whispered quietly.
The cat looked at him once and quickly turned, shooting back into the hedges. Damn cats. No animals seemed to like him. But then again, why would they? After all even he didn't like himself anyway.
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Johnny pulled off his glasses and wiped them clean with his cloth. He slowly placed them back on and turned to Jimmy who looked up at him.
"So what are you doing today?" asked the young boy, rubbing his nose.
"Nothing much" replied Johnny. He picked up his bag and placed it on his desk. Jimmy looked across at it.
"That bag looks heavy. Anything in there?"
"Oh no, nothing much" said Johnny. He knew that wasn't exactly true. A small set of dumbbells sat in the bag. All the others seemed to be getting into shape, and he wasn't too happy with his own body. He did ok at sports but he thought he should take better care of his body. After all, he was becoming a man now.
"So how did you do in the test?" asked Jimmy.
"I did ok I guess, got seventy seven" replied Johnny. He smiled. "Let me guess, a hundred for you huh?"
"Not quite" said Jimmy smiling, "I got ninety five."
"Not bad going. Well, see you later, I'm going out with a few of the lads."
The smaller boy hung his head. "Oh yeah, have fun."
"Don't worry, soon you'll be old enough to go- and you're always invited to our parties."
"Really?!"
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Ken sat at his desk gripping his pen tightly, deep in thought. The others had invited him out for a drink tonight. He'd accepted of course- but now he was worried. Sam was going to be there. He didn't quite know how he'd respond around the boy. Some people said bad things about him- and joked about his poetry- but at heart he was a good person. Around his friends he was almost a different person.
And was what he felt right, or natural? He'd seen how other people reacted about the whole subject. He was certain some people might disown him- and how would he even know that Sam felt the same way. Homosexuality…it wasn't something overly common around here. He was so confused. But he had accepted his feelings now. It was nothing to be ashamed of. He couldn't deny his feelings, couldn't try and be someone else. It wouldn't be right. People should either like him for what he was, or not like him at all.
He slammed the pencil down on the table. Beside him Chris turned to look at him.
"What's wrong Ken?" he asked.
The boy turned to face his best friend. "Oh nothings wrong" he said smiling, "I was just thinking about the game last night."
"Yeah that was bad" replied Chris. Ken sighed in relief. He hadn't watched any game. Sports wasn't one of his greatest interests.
"Hello Ken, my little stud muffin" said Mrs Kimura stepping into the room.
"Please don't call me that" said Ken anxiously.
"Why not? You're so adorable when you get uptight." Someone in the corridor called for the teacher who disappeared. Ken shivered slightly. She must be at least sixty years old. Just his luck.
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Cameron sat down on the bench beside Oscar. Cameron sat wearing a pair of shorts and the shirt of his favourite Japanese baseball team. He leant back, feeling the wind blow through his gelled hair. Oscar sat, looking straight forward at a sign for an upcoming movie. Finally he slowly turned his head towards Cameron.
"Ah. Hi Cameron."
"Oscar. Looking forward to the pub tonight?"
"What? Oh yeah I suppose. What pub?"
Cameron slapped Oscar on the back enthusiastically. "It's gonna be a great night out."
"Yeah I suppose. What?"
"Lets just wait for the others."
Oscar nodded in agreement. The two sat in relative silence, Cameron chucking a ball up in the air and catching it. Oscar pulled out a scotch egg and chucked it up in the air, the piece of food falling to the ground with a splat. Cameron looked behind the bench at the mess.
"Cool."
As the sun slowly began to descend they watched as the others joined them. Ken walked just behind Sam, trying to talk to him. Johnny and Tom walked together, playfully punching one another on the arm as Tom wound up the other boy. They greeted Oscar and Cameron who stood up. Oscar remained seated, looking at the sign. He turned, and suddenly noticed the new arrivals.
"Oh hi."
He stood up.
"Lets get going" said Tom. "Race you Cameron."
"Fine. But I'll win" grinned Cameron. "Lets go."
And so concludes this first spin off. Coming next an odd tale of fast food, danger…and Osaka. In Adventures of a fast food worker
Also possibly coming soon…
Kimura, Detective
Goal
Azumanga Daioh: The first generation
Super Team Teacher!
(Dependant upon finances)
Authors Note: Sorry, I haven't had the faintest clue of what I've been doing since I decided to cross a ninja series with a series about girls at school.