This is a fanfic for the manga Café Kichijouji De. I do not own any of these characters in any way, shape, or form (except for my OC of course).
'thoughts'
"speech = Japanese unless stated otherwise"
{setting/stage directions?}
*sound effect*
"English"
An entire sentence like this, without quotes, is narration for dreams or stuff like written letters.
≠=≠=≠=≠=≠ is a scene shift/time shift
Also, I will be using Japanese honorifics here and there, but I've only read a copy of the completely Americanized translation of the manga, so let me know if I messed up how they addressed each other — like if they call someone 'san' instead of 'chan' or 'kun.' Thanks!
They all stood there, staring at the girl that had just somehow 'poofed' into their café through Minagawa's summoning circle. The girl had beautiful auburn hair that fell across her shoulders in soft, loose curls and warm, chocolate-brown doe eyes. Her complexion was a little tan for a redhead, but it suited her. She had a tiny mole just under her left eye. The girl slowly picked her self up off the ground, massaging her sore head.
"What happened?" The girl mumbled, disorientated she swept her gaze over the room. She had her back to them. "... Wait, where am I?"
"Did she just speak English?" Toku asked, amazed. Maki sweat dropped.
"A girl just appears out of thin air, and that's what impresses you?" Taro asked.
"–And more importantly where is my art project!? My car is gone too…but my art!" The girl shouted as she frantically searched the ground around her. They all sweat dropped. Normally you'd be concerned about the car…right?
'Hmm… this is beyond weird… but a girl is a girl!' Maki thought. He moved closer to the mystery girl and grabbed her hand.
"Hullo, my nameu is Maki. What is yoursu?" Maki asked with a really bad accent.
The girl snapped out of it and stared at him, suddenly aware that she is not alone.
"… Hi… my name is Kaylee…" She said, glancing from Maki to where the others were waiting on standby incase she wasn't really human and Maki got eaten or abducted. "…Um not to be rude or anything…but who are you people?"
"You've already been plenty rude enough" Taro mumbled. "I am Taro. Do you speak Japanese?" Taro said louder. The girl, Kaylee, looked confused but nodded her head.
"Yes, I can speak Japanese. I've watched a lot of fansubbed anime, but what's wrong with speaking English?" Kaylee said in almost perfect Japanese. She had an accent, but it wasn't that bad, thankfully.
"First things first." Taro said. He was a little relived Kaylee could speak Japanese despite clearly being a foreigner. It would make this a whole lot easier, and he wouldn't have to hear Maki's bad English again. Taro pointed to each of the guys as he introduced them. "That's Minagawa, Jun, and Toku. By the way, that man holding your hand is Maki…be careful, he's a pervert."
Kaylee stared at him wide-eyed, ready to give into her 'fight or flight' instincts. Judging by the way she was raising her hand into slapping range of Maki's face—it was fight.
Maki dropped her hand.
"I am not! Don't listen to that guy, he's just a 'clean freak'." Maki said indignantly, jabbing his thumb in Taro's direction.
"Don't you mean 'neat freak'?" Jun asked smiling pleasantly.
* BONK * Taro whacked Maki with a mop…yet again.
"Jun, don't help…" Taro said.
"How did you get here anyway? You just appeared out of nowhere um…?" Toku asked. He had already forgotten her name…
"Kaylee, and that's what I'd like to know." Kaylee answered, rubbing the back of her neck. "One minute I'm loading my art project into my car, the next…. I'm here."
"Oh yes, you were saying about that earlier?" Minagawa said.
"Yes, it was my final project for my Print and Design class. It took me 3 days and nights–with no sleep–just to finish it. NEVER AGAIN." Kaylee said, her eyes wide in horror. She shuddered at the memory of all the sweat and blood that went into her project over the past week—literally—She had cut herself with the exacto blade and bled on her project and had to redo it. So really, this was version number two she had lost…"But it's due tomorrow! If I can't find it–!" Kaylee said, starting to panic. Her eye twitched.
"Uh…right…anyway, this is the break room of the café we work at, Café Kichijouji." Taro said.
"Café Kichijouji? Never heard of it. Cool name though, is the owner Japanese or something? Is that why we have to speak Japanese?" Kaylee said curiously. This girl had to be bi-polar the way she kept randomly switching emotional gears.
"…." The others stood in a moment of silence as they stared at her. She must have hit her head harder then they thought.
"Of course he's Japanese, this is Japan." Taro said sarcastically.
"Japan? You sure?" Kaylee asked skeptically, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"Where else would we be?" Maki asked sarcastically raising hid eyebrow at her. Kaylee's eyes widened.
"…Well, a few minutes ago, I was at my college in Foxglove Mound, Texas. It's in America…." Kaylee said. Toku's jaw hit the floor, Maki gaped at her, Jun kept smiling, and Taro pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on from the absurdity of it all. Minagawa just stood there in a thoughtful silence.
"Seriously!? A girl finally shows up and she's a freak…well she wasn't that cute anyway…." Maki mumbled grudgingly as he thought out loud.
"Excuse me?" Kaylee asked glaring at Maki and raising an eyebrow at him.
"…I didn't say that out loud, did I?" Maki asked sheepishly. Her glare was actually kind of scary.
"Every unnecessary word." Kaylee said, narrowing her eyes at him. Taro and Toku sweat dropped. They weren't even the direct receivers of the glare and they felt its affects. Jun smiled. This girl was rather entertaining. Minagawa looked totally un-phased, though he was thinking the same as Jun.
"… Riiight, and I suppose you're from an alternate universe too?" Taro said cynically.
"Hey, don't give me that look! I'm not crazy!" Kaylee said indignantly.
"Actually that might be it." Minagawa said.
"…EH!?" They all yelled.
I forgot to mention a fun little fact last time. Actually someone kind of guessed it before… 'Louise,' my OC's previous name is actually my real first name, but my OC is not meant to be my Mary Sue…She's not meant to be anyone's Mary Sue actually. (If you think she acts like one too much, then let me know.) So, I decided to change her name and origins. They were the same as mine because most peeps get a kick out of meeting "Louise, from Louisiana." It's also easier to write about what you know….but I'll take a stab at making her Texan, because you don't mess with Texas. (I'm counting on you Texans to let me know If I screw anything up.). The only thing I really share with my OC is that we both act a little crazy when something we've worked on for days is in danger of being damaged or destroyed. I have literally dived into a mud puddle in order to catch a painting before it hit the muddy ground. Also, I'm pretty sure I made up the name of My OC's hometown, so if it is a real place, sorry about that. I don't mean any offense.
