My Fair Ryoko
Chapter 1
a/n: Sorry about the time it took to get this out. I had to rewrite this chapter several chapters till I was satisfied with the results. This will be an crossover into another anime, but you don't have to know this other anime due to the fact that this will be a Ryoko POV. Thank you all that read and reviewed my prolouge. I'm not a great writer, and still would like for somebody to proof read for me. Thank you and happy reading.
Stupid.
Her actions, her boast, and then her hasty departure were all summed up in that one word. Though Ryoko tended to push the blame more on, Ayeka, and her pretty and pristine ways, she felt it fall upon her mind as well. No one told her to leave or made her make a promise of proving to them that she could be, well, whatever it was called to be a nice space pirate. Pride, both punishing and pleasuring, held her strongly to her departing remark.
Running a hand through her cyan spikes, Ryoko leaned back in the plush train seat and watched the dismal world outside of the window slip by. The sky was stuffed with thick gray storm clouds, giving all those poor souls stuck outside enough warning to run home. Sunshine threaded through the soupy clouds, trying vainly to recapture the ground in its warmth with no success as the rain started to patter upon the earth, choking the sun out completely.
This was far from the first time Ryoko re-thought her actions from two weeks ago. She had no where else to turn, only meager funds, and a few other things which she could count off on one hand. Miraculously, when she'd gotten enough control over herself to go back to Tenchi's house, she'd found everyone asleep and oblivious to her return, and shortly after, her second leaving. Traveling seemed logical, since she could teleport onto one, and then leave when ever she wanted to.
She'd already been to several slightly interesting cities, but nothing they offered could hold her in their limits for more than a day. At least, until the woman stumbled upon Miss Azile's School for Girls.
As it turned out, the school was indeed for young woman, but more importantly teaching them the things such as adequate, proper defense, and other 'girly' things. Ryoko had hidden her eagerness with flippant remarks when she'd spoken to the head mistress, who eventually asked her to join the school. Reluctantly, the would be student had confessed of her money situation, or lack there of.
"It's always nice to start with the truly 'raw' ones." Miss Azile had stated, the funds were no problem to the headmistress. But the elderly lady was taken back when Ryoko also stated she was a party of one. There was a rule of some sort about only two woman, as a group, were aloud admission.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll let you and someone, who, is as equally inadequate in the feminine ways as yourself, stay here with no fees. The summer course is starting soon; you must be here for May the 24th to enroll, is that all right? You'll be my guinea pigs."
Ryoko had cringed at the expression, but sobered quickly knowing the lady in front of her was nothing like her slightly odd, highly intelligent mother she'd left behind.
Free food, free room and board, and free lessons. Who could refuse? Only problem was the partner. She wasn't going to ask any of the girls she knew, the demon caller knew full well that she'd end up killing them from irritation. Ryoko played with the idea of kidnapping some one off the street, but then quickly dismissed the idea. The only other alternative was to pick a place on the map and head there.
The place was near Tokyo, somewhere the pirate never even heard of. A small city randomly picked. Thinking ahead for once, Ryoko decided the only way other than going door to door and asking, would to be put an ad in the paper. It had taken her a while to think of the correct wording in which to call forth a partner. The lady at the newspaper had sounded a bit baffled at the request Ryoko made, but said she'd run it for a week like requested.
Soon the train was decelerating, as Tokyo came into view. Most of the people on the train were 'country bumpkins' and oohed and awwed over the sights of the busy city outside the train. Bored, Ryoko started to collect her bag from the overhead compartment, she'd seen all of Tokyo before. Once the train stopped, the weary and bright eyed travelers flowed from the doors of the train, Ryoko in their numbers.
After grabbing a map of the local area, the pirate set out in the direction of the city of her destination. If she'd been to this particular city before, getting there would be as quick as a thought. But, Ryoko chided herself, she hadn't been, nor did she have enough money for a Taxi.
Sighing, the woman shifted the weight of her backpack a bit, and began the nerve-wracking job of breaking free from the bustle of people of Tokyo. Trying to control her temper was hard enough, but withstanding the temptations to simply slice, literally, her way through the crowd was harder. Ryoko's thoughts danced around a singular question all through the train ride, and even as she walked closer to the city limits of the metropolis, it wanted an answer.
"Wonder what it's like in Nerima?"