Pseudotree's fanfic
Disclaimer –I do not own ROD the TV
Summary –(Slight AU) Junior, due to his power of intangibility, ends up in many, MANY embarrassing mishaps throughout the series. And by "mishaps", I mean that the poor boy goes through things when he... shouldn't.
O
Chapter 8
Peaceful.
"...Liberation Zone by Nenene Sumiregawa. The reason I read this book was because..."
Feeling the wind brush against him, the boy closed his eyes as the soft breeze went through, fluttering the long, blue locks. The roof was peaceful.
"...and free. The protagonist, although seemingly docile, was in a way constantly haunted by doubt and insecurity..."
He still had no luck in the school library, having upturned it several times already. Okay- no trouble. He'll find it, like he was ordered to.
"...but the style that the second chapter employed allowed for the building of..."
Taking out a simple lunch, he began to eat as he pondered that word again. That word, that word... He was curious about that word. He asked Wendy about it yesterday on the ride home from his errand.
She didn't answer.
"...largely from the portrayal of the minor and supporting characters, even going as far to..."
She didn't answer. She... might not have heard him. So Junior...
Crunch, crunch. "...Ham...?"
So Junior...
"...suggests that he avoids the problem. Or rather, doesn't try to think about it at..."
Junior sat. The question wasn't repeated.
POP.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap...
"Heh..."
"Very good, Anita! Now, who would like to go next?"
"You were great! That was really well-written."
"Um, Michelle! I think you should stop clapping now..."
Blinking, Junior stared at the can that burst from his hand. Its content was everywhere.
"My Dr. Pepp-"
Sighing, Junior got up and dropped it off at a nearby bin, then was struck with an idea and phased. It dripped off him, and Junior felt a bit of pride seep in for finding a third practical, non-combat use for his intangibility (Second- Unrestricted movements. First- phasing out of itchy diapers.). But as he stretched, he found to his horror...
Stains on his clothes.
Irked, Junior narrowed his eyes at the dark, sugary splotches that clung uncomfortably to his uniform. He liked his uniform.
"...I'm going to kill you." the boy coldly whispered to the wet patches, his tone promising a painful death.
The stains defiantly remained.
After seething a while longer, Junior finished his lunch grumpily and left the school's roof. The spare clothes he hid (just in case things got bloody) should be around...
Chaff chaff chaff.
Groan. It soaked through his underwear.
RRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG...
"Coach! We're really missing some!"
"Didn't we put it back yesterday?"
"What? You're sure? Alright, than- Tohru, go get the extra balls!" said the scraggly man.
Nodding to the coach, he went off to the storage room inside the main building. Ah, baseball- the rush of the throw, the swish of the swing, the satisfying smack as the bat lands a juicy hit...
Drrrrktt. Clop.
She was still beautiful.
Hair shining in an ethereal way from the lighting provided by the small window of the storage room, the blue-haired girl was as breath-taking as ever. And, my oh my, was his eyes deceiving him? He came in just in time to see something being shed from her, as if molting, sliding. As if melting off. It was only when her naked backside seem to gleam as she shifted that he realized those were what she was wearing. Her legs came together as the cold air of the dim, cramped room met skin, and shoulders partially covered by a long, bluish drape shrugged, contracting her lean figure. Delicate-looking fingers started to stretch out to what seemed like a fresh pile of clothes lying on a box beside her, and the girl bent down slightly to reach for it as her hips jutted toward the doorway...
But then the beauty turned to the entrance and Tohru's world came crashing down as he saw what the other occupant had.
"WAH!"
And with that yelp, Junior landed with a thud on the hard floor, clutching his uniform as he hastily covered himself. Shrinking back, the boy glanced fearful at the other occupant whose disturbing expression unnerved his soul greatly.
"A... w-w-whoa... eh...?" managed Tohru, hyperventilating.
'Oh, no!' thought Junior. 'he's that pervert from before! And... and he's making strange moaning sounds...'
Jaw slacking, vision roamed the scared figure frantically. "I... you're that... no, g-g-gir... You're..."
The nude agent cringed in fear. 'Ahh no, no he's staring at me! W-what was I... What am I supposed to do against a p-pervert? Um, uh, I got to think back to survival training- play dead? Do I play dead? That doesn't sound right...'
Then, it got worse. For Junior.
"Hey, Tohru! What's taking you so long?"
"Did someone just scream?"
Those words were the only warning they had before two boys in Tohru's class entered the scene, and instantly gaped. Incredulously looking from their classmate, then to the feminine figure shuddering in terror, and back to Tohru again...
"...Tohru, what-"
"The HECK are you doing with-"
"Dude, I thought... well, Hisami-"
"Hisami...?"
It was at this moment that Tohru broke out of his stupor.
"Please don't... don't..." Junior whimpered, eyes clenched.
"What... No! Guys, er, let's get out of here. He... she needs to... out, out..."
Drrrrktt. The three left as the confused boy closed the door behind them. Blinking, the remaining young man stared blankly at the now less-crowded room.
"Hey, don't we need to get the balls-"
Picking up this piece of the conversation and not wanting to take any chances, Junior hurriedly grabbed his things and phased out of there. Relief washed over him as he quickly moved within the wall, then turning away from the storage space...
Tap.
"Huh?"
"Hey, who's-"
...he ended up in the girl's changing room.
Tick tick tack tick tack tack tick...
"...pursuing further funding, after the attempt at a merger." Wendy finished. "Great, it's done. Save!" Control-S.
Click click. Whshhh...
"Oh? Ah, you're back. Have you found any... Junior? Junior. Is something wrong? Junior? Ju... Junior! Are you... crying? Junior! Tell me what's-"
For a brief moment, a teary-eyed Junior wondered if the problem at school today were the kind of problems you're suppose to share with a parental figure. He squashed the thought.
O
General Author's Note
Am I the kind of not-tree to make another overdone joke about how the main peeper of this chapter is shocked to find that the effeminate dude has a bigger- oh, never mind.
