Title: Tales of the Magical Buchou [Arc I: The intrusion of the Rudolphians]
Pairings: TezukaxFuji as main. Hints of Golden pair, MomoRyo and InuiKai later on.
Rating: PG-15.
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Drama.
Summary: Tezuka, along with his new found son are doing their best to gather the sailors in order to fight off the evil Rudolphians. What is Kikumaru's role in all this?
Warning: Crack, nonsense and shameless stupidity ahead!
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Echizen wouldn't be so much of a Mary Sues and Tezuka and Fuji would be celebrating their wedding before the end of the series.
A/N: VERY IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ.
Many thanks to thewriterwannabe for pointing out one important fact about this story: As maybe some of you have already noticed, Vhii1217 has written a story long ago, entitled 'Seishun Moon'. If you have read it, I must disclaim myself that even though our two stories have MUCH similarities, I did NOT copy her story as I have not read it before writing this one. Her story has not been updated since 2008 and I have not read any ongoing stories on ff unless it's from a friend. I sincerely apologize in front of everybody to Vhii1217 if this story offends her, but I am convinced I want to finish writing it. It is your choice if you want to read it or not, but I write for the fun of writing and I will definitely not threaten for reviews.
Even though there are many similarities, I do hope this chapter will convince you I did not copy hers in any way. In this story, Karupin will NOT talk and will not have a major role, the Sailors and Guardians will ONE BY ONE find out their respective roles and St-Rudolph will NOT be the only antagonist. Soon enough, Hyotei and the Yellow Mustard clan (Namely: Rikkai) will take a major part in the plot and I am currently debating if I should add any more. There will be NO HINTS, and I mean ABSOLUTELY NO HINTS of Pillar pair because I loathe them enough as it is. .;; They are father and son and that is final.
They attack with their magical TennisBalls. I'm sorry if that sounded really wrong, but the rating is for Teens...
Again, I hope this story offends no one because I did not intend any kind of violation or plagiarism by writing it. I have not copied any story up to date and I do not intend to start now.
(For those who have read my profile page, yes I can be serious as well. No joke.)
And now, without further ado, please read on.
~ Tales of the Magical Buchou ~
Chapter two: Enter Kikumaru Eiji!
He could hear it—the cheerful harmony the early birds sang outside the open window. He could smell it—the fresh morning dew that the breeze brought to his nose. He could almost see it—the sun rising for another day through his closed eyelids. And he could feel it—his stupid big sister trying to shake his aching body awake. He groaned. It wasn't even his turn to make breakfast! Why the hell did he need to wake up so early when there was no school… wait. School?!
"Kikumaru!"
"NO! I'm late for school again!!!" With an impressive start, Kikumaru jumped up from his bed and shoved whatever was gripping his shoulder aside. Scanning his surroundings with wide eyes, he realized that the bedroom was not his own. Just as he was starting to panic seriously, a cough brought him back to reality. Slowly, he turned his head in the direction of the voice, fearing what he would see.
And he simply had a reason to worry because Tezuka Kunimitsu, his stoic, unreadable, heartless, already-married-to-Fujiko, tennis captain was lying on the bed where he once slept. If that was not bloody hell scary, Eiji could not image what was. Breathing in deeply, the red head decided it was a reasonable time to scream his lungs out.
"NYAAAAAAA?!"
When he ran out of air, he was slightly panting due to the sudden release of energy. He inhaled again, more than he needed to, ready to kill his vocal chords and distract his mind from forming images he didn't want to see.
Before he had a chance to damage Tezuka's eardrums permanently, a pillow landed on his face, successfully shutting him up. Angry at Tezuka's rashness, he shoved the offending pillow aside and super-pouted in front of his captain. "What was that for?!"
"To keep you quiet," Tezuka answered simply.
Eiji fumed. That heartless captain of his could be unknowingly insensitive! "Well, how would you react if you woke up in someone else's bed one peaceful morning, nya?" he counter-attacked. "It's even worse if that person is your married tennis captain!"
"I'm not marrie—"
"Your wife is going to slaughter me, nya! What have you done Tezuka! I don't want to die yet!!!" the acrobat wailed. "Without a doubt Inui would say," he coughed before emulating the data player's deep voice, "the probability of you surviving Fuji's wrath; minus two hundred percent nya!"
Tezuka sighed. This was definitely going to be a long day. "Kikumaru, Fuji is not going to kill you."
"He will, I swear he will! Fujiko can be very scary and possessive of his belongings nya!"
Tezuka's eyebrow twitched. "I don't belong to him. We haven't done anything so it's unlikely for him to harm you for no re—"
"I'm too young die, Tezuka! It's all your fault I'm going to—" Eiji paused. Did he hear right just now? "…we haven't done anything?"
The bespectacled boy nodded, rubbing his forehead to ease the headache assaulting him. How could Kikumaru be so energetic so early in the morning? "Fuji knows you are here. He even tended to you last night while you had a nightmare. He was the one who shared my bed with you while I slept in his."
"You slept in Fujiko's bed?!" Eiji asked, disbelieving.
Abruptly remembering the previous night's encounter with Fuji, Tezuka's face heated up. He silently cursed the prodigy for making him spend a night with an active and aroused lower body. He cursed his hormones as well, for making him so vulnerable to Fuji's attractiveness.
Quickly deciding that this was not the time and place to think of such things, Tezuka shook his head to clear his thoughts. "That's irreverent," he told Kikumaru.
"Why am I here in the first place?" the red head asked, totally ignoring him.
"Do you not remember?" a different voice chimed, answering his question. The captain and the acrobat turned their heads in sync towards the mysterious voice. There, Echizen Ryoma stood on the window frame with his cat next to him. In a sudden motion, both of them jumped inside the room.
"Ochibi?" Eiji asked, disbelieving. "But… how did you climb up? We are on the eighth floor nya!"
Echizen ignored him, swiftly scanning the room with his huge golden eyes. "I assume Fuji-senpai is out?" he asked, and Tezuka nodded. "When will he come back?"
Tezuka stared outside at the rising sun and shrugged. "He said he was going to take some pictures of the early dawn. You might want to hurry with your explanation considering he might be back at any moment now."
Echizen nodded dutifully. "Let's get this over with quickly... Kikumaru-senpai, catch!" The small freshman threw him a red TennisBall.
Eiji caught the beeping ball in a split second. He prided himself for having the best reflexes among all the regulars, after all.
"Nya?"
Echizen grinned one of his nasty grins. "Press the button in the middle of the red TennisBall and chant 'Red TennisBall Power make up!'" he dared.
Kikumaru blinked twice before curiosity got the best of him. He eyed the red ball with a raised eyebrow and pressed the center button without hesitation. A crimson light flashed, enveloping him at once. Caught off guard, he struggled to see past the blinding light but panicked when he failed miserably.
"Wh-what's happening?"
"Say 'Red TennisBall Power make up' now or you will die! The ball's sudden release of energy is too much for your human body to endure!" Echizen yelled.
"What?! But I'm too young to—"
"Just say it!"
Immediately, Eiji raised the red charm into the air and cried, "Red TennisBall Power maaake up!"
Echizen sighed with relief when his hyperactive senpai began to change. Kikumaru's shirt disappeared, replaced by a white sailor suit. He extended his arms gracefully towards the front and a pair of white gloves materialized and covered his naked hands. The red light then swirled playfully around his feet, covering them with a pair of red ballerina shoes. Finally, a long, red ribbon appeared, adorning his hair on one side and completed his transformation. Slowly, the light around him began to fade. With one hand gently resting on his hip and the other making a 'V' sign before his forehead, Eiji cheered.
"Hoi hoi! Change complete!"
Echizen's grin widened. "Eh, not bad for a first time, Kikumaru-senpai."
At the other side of the room, Tezuka's eyebrow twitched uncontrollably. He coughed, trying to bring their attention on him. "Why is he," he stared at the acrobat, "wearing a red skirt?"
Eiji blinked. He stared down at his new costume, realizing at once that he was wearing the shortest mini-skirt of the century. For the second time of the day, his wide eyes rivalled the overall size of a saucer. He inhaled deeply, ready to squeal the souls out of Echizen and his captain.
"Ny—," but before he managed to voice his complaints, the little freshman threw a pillow at his face to shut him up.
Echizen smirked at his victory when the red head failed to voice a sound. Tezuka nodded gave him a thumbs-up. "Welcome back, Sailor Kikumaru" Echizen greeted.
Eiji removed the pillow covering his face. "What is a Sailor Kikumaru?" he asked, forgetting about his previous outburst. Or rather, his previous attempt at an outburst.
"A Sailor Kikumaru is a red-headed senpai of mine that suffers from ADHD. (Also known as attention-deficit hyperactive disorder)." Echizen answered, as a matter-of-fact.
"Er… and in Japanese that would mean…?"
Echizen sighed. "You are a Sailor Kikumaru," he said exasperatedly.
"Oh, okay…" There was a slight pause. Eiji needed time to absorb everything he just learned this morning. "HEY!" he shouted when he realized he had just been insulted. "Ochibi, I don't suffer from attention-declick whatever whatever disorder!"
"You do. You just don't realize it."
"That's not how you should treat your senpai! How can I suffer from such a weird-named disease?"
"The name has nothing to do with it Kikumaru-senpai…"
"The point is! I don't suffer from it!" the red head shouted.
"You do." Echizen replied.
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do no—"
"TWENTY LAPS ALL OF YOU! NOW!" Tezuka barked, reaching the limit of his patience. What on earth did he do to earn himself such misgivings? He already dreaded working together with Sailor Kikumaru on their mission to save the planet.
Great, he was already starting to sound mentally retarded.
Echizen sighed and began running around his father's room, followed by a whining Eiji. They truly looked like a pathetic trio together. Maybe he could just disappear and leave the Earth to decide its own destiny? Yes, that would undoubtedly save him the time and the embarrassment.
~oO~Oo~oO~Oo~
After they had finished running their assigned laps, Echizen told Kikumaru about his past (or rather, his future).
The Red Sailor was the closest friend his mother had, back when they were on the moon. They had been from their childhood - best friends, classmates, princess and faithful guardian. They trained together, played together, studied together and were inseparable. It was only when the Princess, at the age of seven, was forcefully engaged to an Earthrion that they began to distance themselves. Even though they were still hanging out together most of the times, Princess Serenity became withdrawn and occupied herself with her training to become the next Lunar Queen.
When the Princess decided to go spy on his to-be-husband, the Red Sailor had accompanied her on her journey. When they simultaneously fell in love with Prince Millennium and his Royal Guardian, respectively, the two princesses found a way to retrace their lost friendship. From then on, they had been the duo of mischief in the Celestial Palace, secretly sneaking out whenever they could to spend more time with their friends on Earth. The bloody massacre that had befallen the moon only came much, much later.
"And that is why you are here, as Sailor Kikumaru, to save the moon from apocalypse," Echizen concluded.
Eiji stared at him. He continued to do so for a long moment before he lifted a hand to the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. "Could you repeat that, nya?"
The freshman's jaw twitched. "That's the fifth time I've told you the story! What can't you understand, Kikumaru-senpai?"
"Er… well, nya, if everything you've said was true… then we come from the future and are here to save the planet from St-Rudolph Academy?"
Echizen nodded eagerly.
"And… Tezuka is your father?"
Echizen frowned slightly but nodded again.
"So that means Buchou made out with an alien, had an offspring, and Fujiko is totally fine with it?"
Tezuka choked and Kikumaru burst out laughing. Echizen stared, annoyed and incredulous as the acrobatic player clutched his stomach and sank to the floor, laughing only harder.
"That's… the most…," Kikumaru panted, "hilarious thing…," a chuckle, "I've heard in a while!" He settled down after a minute or two, using the bed as a support to stand back up.
Echizen pulled down his cap low over his eyes, exasperated. "It wasn't a joke, Kikumaru-senpai."
The statement caught the red head's attention. "It… wasn't?"
"No."
"It… it wasn't…a…" It was all it took to get Kikumaru back on the floor, laughing his head off.
Echizen sighed again. "If that's how you are going to be, then I'm leaving." He barely managed to turn around when Eiji was on his two feet again, clutching his arm in an attempt to keep him still.
"I'll believe you, nya," the acrobat said, his tone uncharacteristically serious, "if you can prove to me that Tezuka is indeed your father."
At once Echzien turned to Tezuka, giving his that look. "You know what to do, buchou," he smirked.
"Over my dead body!"
"Kikumaru-senpai transformed in front of you. You should at least return the favour."
"No." Tezuka hissed menacingly.
Echizen managed to stay one step ahead this time. He summoned his Himalayan cat, Karupin, and before Tezuka knew it, the feline had already fished out his crystal-black TennisBall from his pocket and pressed the center button. Once again, Tezuka's eyes widened in horror as a light surrounded him and his body started moving automatically. He willed himself not to pronounce the embarrassing magic words that would begin his transformation, but as the light became thicker, the pain in his chest grew as well from the sudden release of energy.
"Black Crystal TennisBall Power make up!" he chanted, overwhelmed, before his morph began.
Kikumaru's eyes bulged, as a black magician hat settled on Tezuka's head, followed by a white ball mask on his eyes. Then, a formal black tuxedo with a long, flowing cape appeared to complete his change.
When the light faded, Tezuka was glaring daggers at his son while Kikumaru continued gaping at him. A thick silence settled as all three of them were either, too shocked, too pissed, or too indifferent to speak. Eiji was the first one to regain his composure. He bounced around Tezuka excitedly. "I hate to admit it, but you look good in that costume, buchou!" the redhead grinned. "I must tell Fujiko about this!! He will surely be happy to know!"
Oh, Tezuka was sure Fuji would be thrilled to know that he could gain juicy blackmail material. "If you tell Fuji about this, you will be running one hundred laps for the rest of the year everyday," he threatened.
Kikumaru stopped dead in his tracks. "What?! You can't be serious, nya!"
"Keep quiet! Someone's coming," Echizen suddenly ordered, as they heard sounds of footsteps coming their way. The sound amplified, until it came to a halt in front of the bedroom door. "Quick, change back to your normal selves!" Echizen ordered, "Fuji-senpai is back!"
Indeed, there was a metallic shuffle of keys and before long, the doorknob turned, revealing a smiling Fuji on the doorway with a camera hanging around his neck. Tezuka and Kikumaru barely managed to morph back to their usual selves when Fuji entered the room.
"Ah, glad to see you awake, Eiji. How are you feeling?" Fuji asked, and then noticed Echizen was in their room too. "I see we have a visitor. Gomen ne, Echizen-kun, Tezuka can be inconsiderate sometimes. He didn't even bother to prepare tea."
Kikumaru immediately clung to his best friend's neck. "Fujiiii! Where were you, nya?" he wailed overdramatically. "I thought I was going to die of boredom! Stuck with a rock and an ice cube in this room, I hate it!"
Tezuka pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and Echizen pulled at his cap. It was their own ways of portraying their annoyance. Fuji patted Eiji's back and grinned. "There, there… has Tezuka been bullying you again?"
"He made us run twenty laps around the room!" the redhead complained.
Fuji stole a glance at his expressionless roommate and couldn't help a small chuckle from escaping his lips. He never knew his captain could be annoyed to such extent.
Tezuka ignored Fuji's prodding eyes and promptly walked out of the room. He already dreaded morning practice.
~To Be Continued~
A/N: Hopefully, this chapter will do me justice. ^^;; Thank you all for reading and please do leave a review if you can~
