Classroom Crusaders
"The times, they are a-changin'" or "Slices of Life"
One year after Chisame's arrival in Mahora...
Misa blearily opened her eyes, and looked at the clock. "HOLY SHIT WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
Chisame shot up like a bullet, instantly awake. "GOD DAMMIT KAKIZAKI!"
The next few minutes were total chaos, which concluded with Chisame rushing out the door in perfect uniform, laptop bag hanging from her shoulder.
Misa followed her out a few seconds later, hopping on one foot as she worked to get her other shoe on and then pull her skirt up, a piece of toast dangling from her mouth.
Fortunately, the duo still managed to make it to the public transit on time. Chisame scowled, and harshly waved her finger in Misa's face. "You just had to marathon that random shitty ecchi anime last night, didn't you?! We managed to get by this time, but...!"
For much of the ride, Chisame continued scolding her roommate, while Misa kept uttering out apologies even as she continued fixing up her uniform, oblivious - or perhaps simply uncaring - to how the other students were looking at her. "You know," Misa eventually interrupted, "it really isn't fair that you can just instantly change your clothes perfectly in, like, three seconds with your Stand."
Chisame just smirked.
A little after that, the two blearily walked into class. Chisame went straight to her seat in the back row of the class, half-heartedly exchanging a few meaningless greetings with classmates that went out of their way to approach her.
Once she had seated and had a chance to boot up her laptop, Chao Lingshen walked up, carrying a tray of her edible wares as usual. "You look like you're still half-asleep, Hasegawa. Want a pre-class snack to help wake you up?"
Chisame looked at the Chinese ace through lidded eyes, and bluntly said, "No. Now take your meat buns and leave."
Chao seemed to laugh, then, before she suddenly straightened up and adopted a much deeper tone and inflection. "These are no meat buns, my friend. No meat buns!"
There were a few seconds of flat silence, before Chisame took off her glasses and massaged her face. "Even if we only count middle-grade schoolgirls, that was the shittiest Ramba Ral impression I've ever heard. Now just... go and get richer off of somebody else, little miss perfect."
Chao deflated for a half-second, before she just shrugged and went to sell her product to yet another classmate.
Meanwhile, Chisame could overhear a heated discussion taking place over on the other side of the room...
A teary-eyed Makie gesticulated wildly as she concluded her story. "That's what I'm telling you guys - it was a「chupacabra」there, on「Sakura Lane」! I totally saw it tackle some highschool girl to the ground and「suck her blood」!"
"...a「chupa-whatta」?"
Yue boredly explained, "A chupacabra is a「doglike cryptid」of Mexican and South American folklore, which rural farmers claim to be the prime suspect behind「livestock mutilations」and the like. Sort of like if you turned a「dog」into a「vampire」, I guess. ...Pretty sure I've never heard of any accounts of a chupacabra attacking a person, though."
There was a pregnant pause, before she continued, "Never heard of one being sighted in metropolitan Japan, either."
Ayaka scoffed. "A chupacabra, Makie? Puh-lease. You were just having a nightmare."
Makie sobbed comically. "But I was awake and, and, and not spacing out and stuff!"
"There, there, Makie. We all have super-realistic dreams from time to time. You just need to stop worrying about it." said Konoka as she patted the bawling gymnast on the back.
Someone added, "Besides, aren't we getting a new teacher today?"
Now it was Asuna's turn to hang her head in despair. "Ugh, don't remind me. No way he's going to be anywhere as cool as Professor Takahata."
The conversation devolved from there, as conversations are wont to do, until eventually the students of Mahora Middle School Class 2-A were silenced by the opening door.
Through that door, stepped a young boy, who surely couldn't have been more than nine years old - perhaps ten, at the very most. Following just a few steps behind him, was 2-A's homeroom and English teacher, Takamichi 'Death-Specs' Takahata.
"Class, this is a friend and colleague of mine from England. Since I need to retake some training in order to keep my teaching certificate up to date, he's volunteered to take over as your homeroom/English teacher for the next three months or so. It's true that he's young, but he's an expert in his field, with multiple degrees from Oxford, so I expect you all to show him the same respect that you'd show me."
Takahata then turned to the boy and said, "Go ahead and introduce yourself, Professor."
The boy bowed politely to the girls, and cheerfully introduced himself. "Hello, class. My name is Negi Springfield, and I'm very pleased to meet you all."
After about three seconds of silence, three out of four students in the class erupted with girlish squeals to the general effect of "HE'S SO CUUUUTE!~", "CAN WE KEEP HIM? PLEEEEAASE?", etc.
As all this went on, Chisame simply put her face in her hands, and let out a choked sob. "I just want to live a quiet life."
Meanwhile, at a high-rise office in Mahora's business district...
The woman with the Joestar birthmark carefully observed the files set before her, before laying back in her chair with a sigh. After a moment, she wearily smiled and said, "You can't begin to imagine how appreciative I am to have your help, Sister. If it weren't for your Stand,「Nazareth」, and its ability to covertly draw out and analyze hidden information, this would probably amount a fool's errand."
Standing across from her, Sister Shakti scowled. "I'm still against your actions, madam. Even if I take your reasoning into account, I simply can't condone your plan of「ambushing innocent schoolchildren」to「turn them into Stand users」and then 「training them」through further attacks. It..."
Her was emotional control beginning to strain. "It's wrong, Aya!"
Aya frowned. "Do you have a better idea? If so, then by all means out with it. I'm always ready to hear about a ready alternative."
Sister Shakti didn't have an answer.
With a sigh, Aya rose from her seat and strode to the office's gigantic windows to gaze out at Mahora. "It's true, Sister. Some people「aren't able to survive the arrow's effects」, and die instead of gaining a Stand - or else are「too weak-willed to control their Stand」, and are subsequently「killed」by it. However, you are also aware that I've taken precautions in an attempt to avoid that. By only targeting「students that can already see Stands」, even if only as a vague outline, the net affect of our actions isn't「creating Stand users」so much as it is「the immediate realization of existing dormant Stand users」. In that situation, this stage of the plan shouldn't result in any deaths."
"...and what if someone does die because of your - no, our actions?"
Aya let out another sigh and turned to face Shakti again, now looking as if she were suddenly twenty years older. "You know just as well as I do, exactly the kind of「tragedy」we're up against. And, given the way these things tend to go, it will probably happen a great deal sooner than we're expecting. ...if we can change the future before us - for the better - then I shall take responsibility for my actions then."
Shakti remained silent for a moment, before beginning to pray. "Oh Merciful Lord, please「forgive」us for「our sins」..."
Aya opened her mouth to speak, but ultimately chose to remain quiet out of respect for her partner and confidant. If God were of any inclination to help us, she thought, we would never have formed this plan to begin with...
It was with these bitter sentiments, that Aya returned to her desk to look over the files Shakti had provided, one more time...
Stand name: Jukebox Hero (also referred to as SLTS)
User: Misa Kakizaki
Power: C
Endurance: D
Speed: B
Precision: C
Range: D
Developmental Potential: B
Jukebox Hero is able to create a sonic blast wave from the speakers on its chest. In addition to this, it has a specific secondary ability...
「Smells Like Teen Spirit」: Jukebox Hero can「copy the special ability」of another Stand by method of 「direct contact」, and can then pass that ability on to yet another allied Stand「up to three times」. Jukebox Hero 「cannot paste a copied ability onto itself」for use. A copied ability can be 「stored indefinitely until it is used」, but「only two duplicated Stand abilities can be stored at once」.
Stand name: Sharp-Dressed Man
User: Chisame Hasegawa
Power: D
Endurance: B
Speed: C
Precision: A
Range: variable
Developmental Potential: A
Sharp-Dressed Man is a Stand that manifests in whatever「thread」that the user「posesses」at the time. The threads' shape, hardness, color, and other「physical characteristics」are「variable, and can be manipulated in any manner that the user can imagine」. However, the「physical mass of the thread is constant, and cannot change」- thus, the Stand is limited by「the amount of thread that the user keeps on their person, including「clothing that they are wearing」.
