I...I just can't. I can't, really.

IT'S TOO CLICHÉ!

38. Vampire:

It was when she accidentally cut her finger with a scissor; but before she could apply the proper medical attention on it, his lips were already sealed over her injury, feasting slowly on her blood.

"Togano-kun; what have you got there?" the linebacker froze mid stroke, pen poised for the final inking of his master work. Mamori closed the door behind her, stepping into the clubroom and toward the table where the trio sat. The boy frantically tried to gather the pages he'd left to dry before she reached him while Juumonji and Kuroki did their best to stall her.

"Aaah, it's just another manga he's making Mamori-san," Kuroki gathered some toner pages and stood, trying to look bored.

Juumonji stood also, angling himself between her and the table, "More Jump parodies or something like that. Is us being in here a problem for you?" He asked, trying to sound sincere.

She smiled at them, knowing this diversion tactic well, "Oh another manga? I'd love to read it; is any of it finished?" Despite her warm smile, Togano's impromptu guards winced, sensing defeat. But Togano was ready by then.

"Sure Mamori-san." He smiled a far too cheery smile as he handed her one of his emergency backup pages. He let her scan the page for a moment before asking, "What do you think?" She returned his page.

"You're getting better at drawing girls Togano-kun, good job." The three simultaneously smirked in triumph. "But…" she began, "…Who are Hiru-kun and Mori-chan?" From nowhere a hand-held tape recorder was produced. The trio paled visibly. "You boys were very loud in here; I believe I heard Kuroki-kun saying," he shrank back as she eyed him carefully, pressing play,

" 'Cliché number thirty-eight is way to Out Of Character for Hiru-kun,' "

Togano's gravely voice countered on the tape, " 'But Mori-chan would totally fall for it!' "

She leaned on the table casually, words soft, "Were those your exact words, Kuroki-kun, Togano-kun?" There was nothing like the stare of a disapproving disciplinary committee member to make a person feel like they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Mamori's interrogation began. "Are you in trouble with someone?"

"Only if He finds out." Kuroki said.

"Are you doing anything illegal?"

"Doujinshi are perfectly legal." Togano replied.

"Will anyone be harmed due to your current activities, either physically or by means of reputation?"

"It's practically common knowledge anyway so, no," Juumonji responded, "again like Kuro said, unless He finds out too soon." Satisfied, Mamori stepped aside, finally allowing the boys to make a break for the door.

They'd nearly escaped when she called after them, "And boys?" The sight of her pleasant smile was marred by the tape she waved at their retreating forms, "Lets keep it that way, hmmm?" They broke their 40-yard dash records that day.

Omake:

They finally stopped outside Son Son convenience store, breathing heavy and hoping they'd seen the last of her for the day. "Did you… get them all?" Kuroki panted.

Togano gasped, but managed a nod. He drew from his bag their first collaborative work, checked quickly for smudging, and passing it to Kuroki. "Ha, I forgot how scary she could be in 'disciplinarian mode.' Let's add that into book two."

"Haaah? Book two? I'm not done adding the tone to this one! Hell it's not even printed yet! Toga, quit looking so far ahead."

Juumonji rocked on his heels, taking their nearly completed comic from Kuroki and giving the dialogue a hard look. "But do you think anyone will read it? It's packed with clichés and predictable plot twists."

Togano made a face, snatching the comic from his friend. "It's totally original! C'mon; a devil and an angel falling in love and running a football club? Who's thought of that before?"

A/N: Can you hear the sound of the fourth wall breaking?