Disclaimer: I forget to mention this in the first chapter, so I'll go ahead and write it here. First of all, I'd like to thank LittleKuriboh for doing the voice of Bandit Keith in the awesome Yu-gi-oh Abridged Series. I borrowed his version of Bandit Keith. Also, I don't own Azumanga Daioh or South Park or Yu-gi-oh. I decided not to put this in the crossover since I only use three characters from other series. If you think this should be in a crossover section, pm me.

Chapter 2

Before long, the bell rang out signaling the end of school. Mankin was the first to dash out of the school.

"Well, this place is full of potential soldiers for my army. Soon my plan will begin. Since Japanese anime characters are basically indestructible, no one will be able to stop me!" Mankin declared to himself. "Then there's that chick Tomo. I have other plans for her. HA HA HA. That Mr. Kimura is just plain creepy so I'll have to destroy him. Hold up! I was talking to myself about evil plots again. I must be going crazy." Mankin's ravings often got the better of him.

Sven slowly made his way out of the school. He didn't see the girl in Mr. Kimura's class anywhere. He felt so out of place in this environment. The language, the customs, it was all so foreign and strange to him. He longed for the seas of his homeland. His red hair made him stand out like a goldfish amidst a group of trout. Even his hair style was considered strange. Most of the guys had shorter hair than his or they had very spiky hair.

He also longed for his cat Olaf. There were no cats allowed in his board rooms so he had to leave his cat back home in Denmark. He also had to leave behind his weapon Dragon's Bane, that blade he held so dear.

He was a Viking history buff unlike any other. He had a full set of Viking equipment back in Denmark. Even his music was related to Norse themes.

He missed his mother land so much it hurt. However, this beautiful girl brought some warmth to his general cool mood. He made a resolution to get to know this girl.

Tweek was not the strong silent type, but on the other hand he wasn't the loud type either. He was just a normal kid with ADD. Although that might just be the huge amounts of coffee he drinks every day. Whenever he stood still, his entire body would shake.

He had been coming to this school as an exchange student for a year. It was all based on a bet he made with Cartman.

Cartman said he wouldn't last a year in Japan. They would kill him because he had ADD and Japanese people hate people with ADD. Cartman said if he stayed alive in Japan more than 2 years he would give me 2 million dollars. Cartman had managed to become a multi millionare a couple of years back.

Tweek took the bet. It had been one year and he was still alive. And thanks to Osaka, he had more than enough reasons to stay in Japan. He talked to her every once and awhile. He often got too nervous and couldn't find the right words to speak. It was like Osaka took his breath away, at least what little breath he had.

"Oh my gosh, I need some coffee EEEK!" Tweek said to himself before running off to the local coffee shop.

The next day, Sven awoke to the sound of blaring techno music. He pulled his pillow over his head to block out the irritating music. If there was one thing he would never understand, it was why Japanese people liked this stuff. He turned his head over to look at his clock. His eyes widened in shock. He had forgotten to set his alarm! He only had 15 minutes to make it to school! He threw himself out of bed like a leaping tiger. Within a few minutes he put on his school uniform and grabbed a granola bar to munch on the way to school. He came barging out the his apartment and into the street. He rapidly unlocked his bicycle chain and got on his bike. He swore in Danish as he went pedaling off.

He pedaled as fast as his knees could carry. Finally the main entrance of the school came within eyesight. Just as he was nearing the entrance a bike sped in front of his. He tried to stop the bike, but it was too late. He slammed into the back of the bicycle. Both of the bikes went down in a tangle of metal and wheels. Sven fell of his bike to land face down on the pavement. His long uniform protected him from getting particularly severe scrapes. He stood up to confront the idiot who had cut in front of him.

He was met with red hair much like his own and an angry scowl. It was Mankin, the other new student.

"Hey, watch where you're going man!" Sven retorted angrily.

Mankin responded, "If I were you, I would watch where I was going. It's also not a good idea to insult a Dark Lord."

"Whatever! Let's just get to class before we get nailed for being tardy."

"Agreed pathetic one." The two of them raced each other into class. They came bursting into Mr. Keith's class 5 minutes late. He had just finished singing the national anthem to himself.

"Ah you're fashionably late. That's very American of you. All Americans arrive fashionably late. Sven may not be a real American, but he's doing a good job acting like one. Now, take your seat!"

However, just as Sven plopped down in his seat, he spotted the girl from yesterday. She was reclining in her seat, light streaming from the window over her jet black hair. Her hand rested on her chin. A melancholy visage clouded her face. The Danish boy rose from his seat and strolled as softly as a cat over to the empty seat beside her. He dropped lightly into the seat. The girl didn't seem to notice him for she was consumed by her own thoughts.

Mr. Keith droned on and on about Britons tyrannical rule of the colonies during the 18th century. A few students were scribbling down notes but Mr. Keith made them stop.

"Don't take notes! It's un-American to take notes!"

After a few more minutes Tweek raised his hand into the air, "Ach! Mr. Keith, when are we going to learn about other countries besides America?" Tweek tilted his head at a 45 degree angle and blinked after asking this question.

"We are going to study America for know because America is the greatest country in the world. Anyone who thinks America is not the greatest country in the world is a terroist!" Tweek simply nodded and let out a small scream.

Osaka said to herself, "I wonder what's wrong with that kid."

Chiyo chan, overhearing Osaka replied, "He has ADD, attention deficit disorder."

"Oh is that the disease where you swear constantly and you can't help it?"

"No that's something different. ADD causes the person to have a severe lack of attention." Chiyo chan answered in her soprano voice.

"Oh, kinda like me I guess," she exclaimed. Sven tried to talk to the girl during class but he couldn't seem to find the right words. Normally he wasn't a shy person, but when he was nervous his tongue tied itself three times over. He didn't speak to her during Bandit Keith's class nor Mr. Kimura's class or any other class for that matter. He was determined to talk to her after school got out.

Later that day, Mrs. Yukari gave an announcement.

"As you little ingrates know, spring break begins tommorrow. I hope you're going somewhere nice because I have to stay in this crappy excuse for a city!" The rest of the class period was spent with Mrs. Yukari complaining about how boring and pathetic her life was. The students simply used the time to catch up on homework.

Mankin chuckled to himself. If everyone in this school was this crazy, he would have no problem controlling them. Sven, on the other hand, was shocked. Back at his old school, teachers hadn't been quite so eccentric. Of course this thought only made him remember his old friends back at his old school. He strangled the thoughts in his head. He couldn't allow homesickness to infect his brain constantly. Besides he needed to think what he would say to that girl.

Mrs. Yukari's complaints were halted only by the ring of the school bell.

"All right! Class dismissed! Move it!" she commanded. The students practically leaped from their seats eager to smash through the classroom door. Sasaki strolled out of the room after the other students. As she was walking out of the classroom, she sensed the presence of a person standing behind her. She turned 180 degrees to view the person behind her. Her eyes fell upon a very foreign substance. It was a tall, adolescent male donning long auburn hair. Such a color of hair was practically unknown to Sasaki but she admired it greatly. It was cute.

Most people, upon meeting Sasaki, would not consider that she held cute items in high esteem. She was tall and athletic, not the type of person you would expect to have a deep admiration for cute objects. Her "cool" height and athletic ability did not mean a huge deal to her. She would trade it all just for a chance to be cute or to have a cat.

Lost in her own thoughts, she took little notice of the awkward silence that pervaded for a few minutes. Jerked back to reality she spoke,

"Yes?" The boy appeared to gulp before he opened his mouth. His tongue rambled off a few sentences in a deep and guttural language. Sasaki had no idea what language he was speaking.

She replied, "I beg your pardon?" The boy smacked his forehead out of frustration. "I'm sorry. Is something wrong?" she asked in a confused tone.

In clumsy Japanese he replied, "I'm sorry…my Japanese is no good. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm a new student here. My name is Sven. Please forgive my broken Japanese. I absolutely suck at this."

"I'm Sasaki. Don't worry about your language skills. It must be difficult being in a school in a different country."

"It's crazy. Actually, you could say I'm multilingual. I'm much better at speaking English than Japanese. Speaking of which, I hate these uniforms. They're so restraining. At my old school in Denmark there was no uniform policy."

Sasaki's eyeballs nearly popped out of her head with disbelief, "No uniform policies?"

"Yah. Seems strange to you doesn't it? I've learned over time that there are lots of things a foreigner might consider odd in his eyes. To the native it is as usual as the blue sky. However, there are some things that remain beautiful in the eyes of all humans whether Danish or Japanese." He said this while gazing into Sasaki's eyes his long hair flowing over his shoulders.

Sasaki didn't know the reason herself, but during that moment she began to feel very uneasy and nervous. .

"Well, I'd better get going." Sasaki stated. It wasn't really an excuse but it performed the same job.

"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you. See you around." He waved to Sasaki as she went speeding down the hallway. Her form disappeared as she took a turn in the hall. Sven took a few steps forward until he came up to the lockers. He banged his head lightly against the metallic lockers.

"Great job Sven. Really smart. You just scared her away, idiot. Why didn't you just keep it to small talk, huh?" He had no time to continue his lamentations for Mrs. Yukari came hopping out of her classroom.

"Get out of here! School's out! Get out of here before I have to lock up this piece of crap school!"

"Sorry Mrs. Yukari!" he explained as he went running down the hall. She didn't even bother to tell him not to run in the halls. He was in such a rush that he did not notice the body of Mankin pressed up against the wall in the halls.

Content that he had not been spotted, Mankin made a mad dash for the boy's room. He didn't need to use the bathroom, but he did need a very important object in the bathroom.

Mankin had done this a thousand times. He dived to a corner every ten seconds where the cameras did not cover. He knew that all cameras like this took a photo every ten seconds. It was easy to remain invincible to them as long as you had good timing. It did not take him long to reach the boy's bathroom. He ran immediately after the security cameras took their pictures.

He opened the door to the boy's bathroom, ran inside, and quickly shut the door. He began to open the doors to the stalls one by one. If the rumors were correct, the katana would be located somewhere in this bathroom. After checking all the stalls, he made a systematic search of the entire bathroom. Reaping no results, he slipped on his gloves. It was possible that the katana was located behind a loose floor board. He slowly made his way across the bathroom pawing at each of the floor boards to see if it was loose. His efforts bore fruit when he came to the floor boards outside of the first bathroom stall.

The board peeled back like the skin of an orange. Hidden directly beneath it was the katana in a simple leather sheath. Mankin reached down to grasp the blade. He brought it out of the floor board. He replaced the floor board with his free hand. The rumor was that a student from many years back had hid a katana in the bathroom as a joke. Apparently the rumor was true.

He stood up triumphantly. Yet his work was not complete yet. He made his way out of the bathroom and down the hall. He carefully counted the seconds to know when to duck in a corner. He finally made it to the entrance area. This would be his most difficult task. The entrance lobby contained the most cameras. He scrutinized each of the cameras from his view point in the hall. He figured out after a few minutes a few corners where the camera's viewpoint would not spot.

He sprinted over to the closest corner to the center of the lobby. He pulled the katana out of its sheath. He pulled a small wooden pedestal to place the blade in. It could go in either from the handle or from the tip of the blade. He waited ten seconds before dashing out to the center of the lobby. He placed the pedestal on the floor before running back to his corner. After a few seconds he ran back to place the blade, handle first into the pedestal so that the tip of the blade stood erect.

Within a few seconds he was back in his corner. He pulled out a cantaloupe from his backpack. The cameras took their picture. Mankin, as carefully as possible, gutted the cantaloupe upon the katana.

He made his escape through the large opening in the janitor's room where he tossed trash into a large garbage bin outside. His fall was softened by the many trash bags in the bin. He leaped down from the large bin like a cat.

Despite the bad smell of the garbage, Mankin couldn't keep himself from smiling.

"Stage one of my plan has now been set into motion. Chaos will soon reign over this pathetic excuse of a school!" He laughed like a psycho as he strolled down the alley where the trash bin was located. He was eager to get home, take a bath, celebrate his victory, and plan his next move.

Author's Note: Hey guys, don't worry there'll be more of the Azumanga Daioh characters in the next chapter. Once again, please R&R.