Disclaimer: Erm…

Shinobu: Jeez, we're really going to have to do this every time aren't we?

Chey: …Yes.

Shinobu: Great, just great.

Miyagi: Relax Shinobu-chin. Chey-chan, would you please say the disclaimer?

Chey: Huh, I think you're the first person to ask that politely.

Miyagi: I suppose that's probably true. Kamijou is useless when it comes to tact.

Chey: Fine…I do not own Junjou Romantica.

Miyagi: Thank you very much.

Chapter Three

After lunch, Shinobu had about ten minutes to get to class and he wanted to keep this Miyagi busy so he didn't wander off. So he figured that he could put the man to researching how he'd ended up in the future. He led Miyagi to the library for the technical law students and pointed at the closest of a row of computers. "Do some research. If you really are from the past and you say there was an explosion, there will probably be some articles on it."

"Why do you want me to use a computer? And how can you afford so many of them?" Miyagi was shocked. The literature library had one computer and it was simply a catalogue of where all the books in the library were on the shelves.

Shinobu stared at Miyagi's shocked eyes. "I want you to look it up on the Internet."

Miyagi looked away from the computers to give Shinobu a weird look. "Internet?"

Shinobu's eyes went round. "You know, world wide web? Yahoo? Google?"

None of these changed Miyagi's expression in the slightest. Shinobu covered his face with his hand. This Miyagi was from 1993. They didn't have much in the way of Internet back then. Shinobu sighed. "Here." He sat at the computer and opened the internet to a search engine. He swiftly typed in "Teito University science explosion 1993" and hit search, then got up. "Okay, read the blurbs under the headings," he told Miyagi who'd been shocked by the speed with which Shinobu typed. "If anything sounds like the day you came here, click on the heading. If it doesn't have anything to do with it, press the back arrow at the top of the screen and try another."

"Uh, yeah," Miyagi sounded a bit dazed.

Okay, I have to go to class." Shinobu stood and turned on his heel.

Miyagi took his seat. "Uh see you." He looked at the screen. A long list of blurbs met his eyes. At the top of the screen read: 1-10 of 67. "Sixty-seven?" he choked. He had to look through all that? He sighed and started looking though the list of the first ten blurbs. Nothing seemed to be what he was looking at.

A librarian noticed Miyagi's troubles and approached him. "Do you need any assistance?" she asked.

He turned to look at her. Her eyes were dark brown and her short, black hair was streaked with gray and her face was wrinkled with smile lines. He nodded. "I'm trying to do research on an explosion here in 1993."

"Oh, yes, I remember that."

Miyagi perked up. "You do?"

"Yes. A tragedy that. The two young men in the lab were seriously injured, and a boy in the hall was hurt as well."

"Oh?" Miyagi asked.

"Yes, poor things. It took them a while to recover."

"How do you mean?" Miyagi asked carefully.

"Well, from what I heard, the two boys in the lab were in intensive care but eventually healed. The boy in the hall apparently suffered a blow to the head and claimed unreasonable things."

"Oh?"

"Yes, well, I didn't question it further unfortunately so I can't help you." She paused, then went on, "However, I can get you a copy of the news article about it from the Archives."

Miyagi smiled pleasantly. It wasn't a real smile, but it was close enough to fool the librarian. "That would be great." She nodded and went into an office on the other side of the room. He turned back to the computer and an idea struck him. He looked down at the keyboard and slowly typed in his high school Sensei's name.

1-10 of 12,000,000

Miyagi's eyes bugged. "What the hell?" He started reading blurbs. Most of them only had her name and surname in different places in the blurbs. Some didn't even have either word at all. It was extremely annoying.

"Here you go." The librarian had returned with paper with picture of the article on it.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Um, actually, yes…"

…

When Shinobu finished class and returned to the library, he found Miyagi and a librarian surrounded by sheaths of paper. "Wh-what's going on here?"

"Research. Nn, Takatsuki-kun, here's what you wanted." He held out the single sheet of paper with the news article.

Shinobu took it, then asked, "And what's the rest of this stuff?"

"Um nothing," he replied evasively.

Shinobu's hand snapped out, grabbing a paper off the top of one pile. He read it. It was an obituary about a female high school literature teacher. "You're doing research on your Sensei?" he choked out.

Miyagi glowered. "So what if I am?"

Shinobu rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable. Come on, we're going home."

"Where's home?" he asked heavily.

"I'll show you when we get there," he gritted.

"Ugh, fine." He muttered something in English that was distinctly rude.

"I speak English too you know," Shinobu growled, unappreciative of being called an ass.

Miyagi grimaced. "Fine, whatever." He turned to the librarian. "Thanks for all this."

She smiled warmly. "Of course, glad I could help." Miyagi gathered up the research on Sensei and moodily followed Shinobu out of the library.

To be continued…

Chey: Yes, my younger readers all staring in shock, the Internet was not common at all until the mid nineties. That's why Miyagi doesn't get it. Other things that did not exist: iPods, plasma screens, DVD players and water bottles.

Miyagi: Well, I have a perfect grasp on it now.

Hiroki: Pfft.

Miyagi: Stay out of this!

Hiroki: No

Chey: Anyway, please review and love is guaranteed.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika