Author's Notes: You're probably wondering why my notes are
at the beginning rather than at the end. This story needs an
introduction.
This fic came from a conversation my brother, a fellow
KareKano fan, and I had about Tsubasa. I said that if
KareKano ever became dubbed, Joani Baker should do her voice
because she first did Amelia and her Amelia sounded like she
had a terrible cold. Like our dear Tsubasa does. My brother
suggested I write a fic "Tsubasa Shibahime: Champion of
Justice".
At first, I couldn't think of how could be done. I hate
cross-overs where the Slayers cast get sent to modern day
and I don't see how KareKano could go to Slayers time. But
then I thought, "Hey! Who says the characters have to meet?"
And so I give you... this fic.
Please keep in mind that I like Amelia of Slayers a lot. I'm
making fun of Amelia's first three episodes, where she was
very naive and silly. In case you're curious, I prefer
Veronica Taylor.
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Tsubasa Shibahime: Champion of Justice
By Terra
KareKano devised by whoever devised it and not me.
Slayers devised by whoever devised it and not me.
You can tell I research my favorite shows.
For my brother, who suggested the idea in the first place,
so IT'S HIS FAULT!!!! And also for filling in any gaps I had
in information.
It was 2001 AD, most of the Japanese empire lay in ruins.
The bubble economy finally burst and blah, blah, blah. Go
read one of Paul Corrigan's fics if you want the whole
speech. I'll finish up...
HOWEVER!
Time was closing in on both fronts. She only had time to do
one project: both were due the same day.
"Newspaper... school... newspaper... school... money...
not getting my ass kicked... money... not getting my ass
kicked..." Aya sat at her workstation, pencil in hand, paper
in front of her. The computer to her right remained dark and
cold.
The clock above her read: 4:00 PM.
"I can't think of anything. There's no way I can think
of two somethings!" Aya tore at her hair, screaming, "THIS
SUCKS!" She regained her composure.
"I could write about writers' block for the article. Or
perhaps how our brains are being eaten away by the
government. That could work, it's nearly election day. Nah,
too bland." Aya leaned back in her chair as she thought
aloud, "I could write about how music has changed through
the ages. I could write about cloud-watching and how it
brings us tranquillity and stops violence." She let the
chair go back on four legs and declared, "I'll do that, I
haven't done a sentimental piece for awhile." So, she began
working madly on her cloud-watching article. She made five
rough drafts then turned on her computer, researched the
types of clouds, typed and edited her piece of "wonderful
literature". Then the clock hit 8:00 PM.
"CRAP! I haven't even started the play for the festival
yet! I don't even have an idea what it should be about!" Aya
put her head in her hands and moaned, "What am I going to do
now? Even if I had an idea, I have no time to even write
it!"
The banner ad changed on the site she was on. She
noticed the change between her fingers and looked up. The
banner was puttering happily, advertising a website that had
scripts for popular movies and TV shows. The director's
chairs and movie reels bopped in rhythm of some hidden
music. It was unbelievably gaudy but...
"It's so wrong," Aya said as the idea went into her
head, "I can't do this. It would jeopardize my reputation!"
She looked again at the clock: 8:23 PM. "Screw it."
She clicked on the banner ad.
*** ***
"Hey, Aya, did you finish the play yesterday?" Rika
asked in her usual bubbly manner.
"Yup, it's called 'A Lovely Princess' Magic Training'.
It's a swords and sorcery type thing." Aya said, holding up
the diskette, "I was about to print the script off on the
school's computers. Want to come along?"
"Okay!"
"But first we need to find Yukino and Arima."
"Why?"
"I want them to play these two parts."
*** ***
"Sure! That would be great!" Yukino answered for the
both of them, "what's my part's name again?"
"Lisa. Lisa Intime, sorcery genius."
"That's really cool! I thought you were into more sci-
fi."
"I thought it was time for a change of pace," Aya
shrugged.
"I don't know if I want to..." Arima started but Yukino
turned to him, "Come on! It will be fun! Your part barely
has any lines anyway! Please, do for me! Pretty please?"
Yukino gave him her best puppy dog look and Arima
squirmed and waved his arms for protection, "Okay! Okay!
I'll do it, just this once! Cut that out! Who am I playing,
anyway?" Arima asked, reluctantly.
Aya looked at the cast list in her copy of the script,
"You're playing Garth Gabbread, the Swordsman of Light."
"I guess that's fine."
Aya handed them two copies of the script, "Look them
over today. We're having rehearsal tomorrow right after
school in the Home Ec. room."
*** ***
Aya looked over her list of actors as she walked to the
lunchroom, "Okay, Yukino is playing Lisa... Arima is playing
Garth... Tsubaki is playing Crown Prince Patrick of
Sayrunne... Rika is playing the traveling man... I got all
the bandits/ghosts I need... now all I need to do is find
Tsubasa." She put her list in her pocket and braced herself.
Tsubasa was not pleased about her last role in one of her
plays so she had to suggest this very carefully. No one else
would want this role so she had to make sure Tsubasa would
accept it and have no way out.
Tsubasa was happily munching away on her lunch (which
consisted of mostly dessert) when Aya sat down.
"Tsubaki got a detention, Rika finished lunch early to
finish a science project, and Yukino is making a poster or
something," Tsubasa spoke between bites. Short and sweet,
that's how Tsubasa was.
"I knew Tsubaki got a detention, we're in the same
class," Aya replied. Damn, she didn't have back-up from Rika
to help sell this role to Tsubasa.
"Heard you finished your play," Tsubasa said.
"Yes, actually I did."
"No."
"What?"
"No, I'm not doing it. I don't care what you say, I
refuse."
"I didn't even ask you yet!"
"I don't care! I knew you were going to! I won't do
it!"
"You don't even know what it's about."
"Sure, I do."
"Then what is it about?"
"Something about school."
"No. It has nothing to do with school."
"But it has 'training' in the title. Anyway, it doesn't
matter, I'm not doing it."
"But I have the perfect part..."
"No."
"It's a big role..."
"No."
"You'll be the star..."
"No."
"You'll be the Princess..."
"No."
"I'll pay you."
"No."
"I'll feed you."
Pause. "What will you give me?"
"Um..." Aya didn't expect that she would actually have
to cash that bribe in, "I'll give you Pocky."
"How much Pocky?"
"A lot."
"That's not good enough. I'm thinking two years'
supply."
"You're insane!"
Tsubasa got up from her chair, "I'll eat somewhere else
then."
Aya grabbed her arm, "Fine! Three months supply!"
"No. Two years."
"Six months!"
"No. Two. Years."
"A year then!"
Tsubasa concerned this, "Fine. What am I playing?"
Tsubasa sat down again, giving Aya her full attention.
"You'll be playing Princess Amy of Seyruun. Tsubaki is
playing your father. The whole premise of the story is that
Lisa Intime, played by Yukino, knows a powerful spell, the
Dragon-Slave, and you want to learn it."
"What's it do?"
"Destroys cities with one blow." Tsubasa eyes lit up.
"Cool. I'm in."
Aya handed her the script, "Look over it tonight. We
have rehearsal tomorrow in the Home Ec. room right after
school."
The bell rung for the end of lunch.
*** ***
Tsubasa sat in the train, watching the people watching
her. There was this guy sitting next to her that looked like
a spy, with his dark glasses and trench coat. In front of
her, there was a guy talking to some poor nurse about how he
was God and how the only ones who will be saved are the ones
would sleep with him.
"I'm really bored," she thought. Even the crazies got
repetitive after a while. She opened her school bag and took
out her script.
"'A Lovely Princess' Training! By Aya Sawada." She
turned the page and flipped through some of the pages. All
her actions and lines were highlighted. She turned back to
the cast of characters.
"'Amy: age 14, Princess of the city-state of Seyruun,
short, immature, high voice, knows only white magic (i.e.
healing), believes in Justice, hero-worshipping.' This has
to be a joke," she flipped to the first page and read her
lines. She was personally insulted. She read all her lines,
each more stupid than the last. Her hands gripped the
script.
*** ***
"Look into the ocean and see the dying squid... I feel
the pain of the calling birds..." Kazuma tapped his pencil
against the table, "What rhymes with squid?" Suddenly the
temperature of the room increased by 20 degrees, "Whoa, did
I turn the AC off?" He turned around and saw a flaming
Tsubasa. The figure asked, "Go on. Ask about my day."
"How was your day?"
Tsubasa slammed her bag in front of him, "You want to
know about my day? I'll tell you about my day! First, I woke
up nice and early so I didn't have to rush this morning.
That was nice. Then I passed that really hard test on Edo
dynasty which was nice too. Then I had lunch! Tsubaki got a
detention, Rika had to finish her science project and Yukino
was off making out with Arima so only me and Aya are there
and she hands me this!" Tsubasa held the script a centimeter
away from Kazuma's face, "And she says, 'Oh please, Tsubasa!
I have the perfect part for you!' and after she offers me a
year's supply of Pocky, I accept the role of Princess Amy of
Seyruun!"
"Never heard of her."
"Of course not! Aya just wrote it last night!" Tsubasa
stomped away from Kazuma, "I read this on the train today!
She is the most stupidest person in the world! She's a
little Justice freak and she trips over everything! Do I
look like a Justice-loving Princess to you?!"
"Of course you do..."
"THE CORRECT ANSWER IS NO!"
"Of course not! Why would anyone think otherwise?"
"I am so mad right now!"
"Look, Tsubasa. Don't you think you're exaggerating?
It's probably not that bad."
"You want to hear some of these lines?" Tsubasa said,
opening the door leading out to the balcony.
"Okay."
"Believe me, this is really bad. 'With a heart filled
with love for Justice, the trip to Seyruun isn't far at
all!'"
"That is really stupid."
Tsubasa flipped through some of the pages, "Here's
more. 'I landed on the guy I wanted to save!'"
Kazuma leaned back in his chair, laughing.
"Wait! There's more! 'That's stealing and stealing is
evil! Come forth, my sure swift punishment! Dragon-Slave!
Oh, it feels good to triumph in the name of Justice!'"
"Stop!" Kazuma gasped, "I hurt! Ow!"
"There's more! 'I will not lose! No matter what the
training! I will become a Champion of Justice just like Miss
Lisa!'"
Kazuma fell off his chair, gasping for air.
Tsubasa leaned against the railing of the balcony,
"'Villains who hold no mercy for the weak, Heaven will hold
none for you!'" With she threw her arms up and leaned back
against the railing.
The bolts of the railing had been loose for years but
no one had ever bothered to fix them. The railing could no
longer bear Tsubasa's weight and it disconnected from the
balcony. Down came the railing, Tsubasa and all. Tsubasa
fell on the grass from two stories up and the pages of the
script fluttered about her like dying moths.
Kazuma stopped laughing and ran to the balcony. He saw
Tsubasa lying on the grass, "Tsubasa! TSUBASA! Can you hear
me?! Answer me!" Tsubasa did not move. Kazuma ran out of the
room and ran down the three flights of stairs in record
time. He found Tsubasa still laying there and checked for a
pulse. She was still alive but she was unconscious.
'Okay, don't move, Tsubasa. Well, I guess you can't
really help that. I'll get help." Kazuma ran back to the
house and called for an ambulance.
To be continued...
at the beginning rather than at the end. This story needs an
introduction.
This fic came from a conversation my brother, a fellow
KareKano fan, and I had about Tsubasa. I said that if
KareKano ever became dubbed, Joani Baker should do her voice
because she first did Amelia and her Amelia sounded like she
had a terrible cold. Like our dear Tsubasa does. My brother
suggested I write a fic "Tsubasa Shibahime: Champion of
Justice".
At first, I couldn't think of how could be done. I hate
cross-overs where the Slayers cast get sent to modern day
and I don't see how KareKano could go to Slayers time. But
then I thought, "Hey! Who says the characters have to meet?"
And so I give you... this fic.
Please keep in mind that I like Amelia of Slayers a lot. I'm
making fun of Amelia's first three episodes, where she was
very naive and silly. In case you're curious, I prefer
Veronica Taylor.
-----------
Tsubasa Shibahime: Champion of Justice
By Terra
KareKano devised by whoever devised it and not me.
Slayers devised by whoever devised it and not me.
You can tell I research my favorite shows.
For my brother, who suggested the idea in the first place,
so IT'S HIS FAULT!!!! And also for filling in any gaps I had
in information.
It was 2001 AD, most of the Japanese empire lay in ruins.
The bubble economy finally burst and blah, blah, blah. Go
read one of Paul Corrigan's fics if you want the whole
speech. I'll finish up...
HOWEVER!
Time was closing in on both fronts. She only had time to do
one project: both were due the same day.
"Newspaper... school... newspaper... school... money...
not getting my ass kicked... money... not getting my ass
kicked..." Aya sat at her workstation, pencil in hand, paper
in front of her. The computer to her right remained dark and
cold.
The clock above her read: 4:00 PM.
"I can't think of anything. There's no way I can think
of two somethings!" Aya tore at her hair, screaming, "THIS
SUCKS!" She regained her composure.
"I could write about writers' block for the article. Or
perhaps how our brains are being eaten away by the
government. That could work, it's nearly election day. Nah,
too bland." Aya leaned back in her chair as she thought
aloud, "I could write about how music has changed through
the ages. I could write about cloud-watching and how it
brings us tranquillity and stops violence." She let the
chair go back on four legs and declared, "I'll do that, I
haven't done a sentimental piece for awhile." So, she began
working madly on her cloud-watching article. She made five
rough drafts then turned on her computer, researched the
types of clouds, typed and edited her piece of "wonderful
literature". Then the clock hit 8:00 PM.
"CRAP! I haven't even started the play for the festival
yet! I don't even have an idea what it should be about!" Aya
put her head in her hands and moaned, "What am I going to do
now? Even if I had an idea, I have no time to even write
it!"
The banner ad changed on the site she was on. She
noticed the change between her fingers and looked up. The
banner was puttering happily, advertising a website that had
scripts for popular movies and TV shows. The director's
chairs and movie reels bopped in rhythm of some hidden
music. It was unbelievably gaudy but...
"It's so wrong," Aya said as the idea went into her
head, "I can't do this. It would jeopardize my reputation!"
She looked again at the clock: 8:23 PM. "Screw it."
She clicked on the banner ad.
*** ***
"Hey, Aya, did you finish the play yesterday?" Rika
asked in her usual bubbly manner.
"Yup, it's called 'A Lovely Princess' Magic Training'.
It's a swords and sorcery type thing." Aya said, holding up
the diskette, "I was about to print the script off on the
school's computers. Want to come along?"
"Okay!"
"But first we need to find Yukino and Arima."
"Why?"
"I want them to play these two parts."
*** ***
"Sure! That would be great!" Yukino answered for the
both of them, "what's my part's name again?"
"Lisa. Lisa Intime, sorcery genius."
"That's really cool! I thought you were into more sci-
fi."
"I thought it was time for a change of pace," Aya
shrugged.
"I don't know if I want to..." Arima started but Yukino
turned to him, "Come on! It will be fun! Your part barely
has any lines anyway! Please, do for me! Pretty please?"
Yukino gave him her best puppy dog look and Arima
squirmed and waved his arms for protection, "Okay! Okay!
I'll do it, just this once! Cut that out! Who am I playing,
anyway?" Arima asked, reluctantly.
Aya looked at the cast list in her copy of the script,
"You're playing Garth Gabbread, the Swordsman of Light."
"I guess that's fine."
Aya handed them two copies of the script, "Look them
over today. We're having rehearsal tomorrow right after
school in the Home Ec. room."
*** ***
Aya looked over her list of actors as she walked to the
lunchroom, "Okay, Yukino is playing Lisa... Arima is playing
Garth... Tsubaki is playing Crown Prince Patrick of
Sayrunne... Rika is playing the traveling man... I got all
the bandits/ghosts I need... now all I need to do is find
Tsubasa." She put her list in her pocket and braced herself.
Tsubasa was not pleased about her last role in one of her
plays so she had to suggest this very carefully. No one else
would want this role so she had to make sure Tsubasa would
accept it and have no way out.
Tsubasa was happily munching away on her lunch (which
consisted of mostly dessert) when Aya sat down.
"Tsubaki got a detention, Rika finished lunch early to
finish a science project, and Yukino is making a poster or
something," Tsubasa spoke between bites. Short and sweet,
that's how Tsubasa was.
"I knew Tsubaki got a detention, we're in the same
class," Aya replied. Damn, she didn't have back-up from Rika
to help sell this role to Tsubasa.
"Heard you finished your play," Tsubasa said.
"Yes, actually I did."
"No."
"What?"
"No, I'm not doing it. I don't care what you say, I
refuse."
"I didn't even ask you yet!"
"I don't care! I knew you were going to! I won't do
it!"
"You don't even know what it's about."
"Sure, I do."
"Then what is it about?"
"Something about school."
"No. It has nothing to do with school."
"But it has 'training' in the title. Anyway, it doesn't
matter, I'm not doing it."
"But I have the perfect part..."
"No."
"It's a big role..."
"No."
"You'll be the star..."
"No."
"You'll be the Princess..."
"No."
"I'll pay you."
"No."
"I'll feed you."
Pause. "What will you give me?"
"Um..." Aya didn't expect that she would actually have
to cash that bribe in, "I'll give you Pocky."
"How much Pocky?"
"A lot."
"That's not good enough. I'm thinking two years'
supply."
"You're insane!"
Tsubasa got up from her chair, "I'll eat somewhere else
then."
Aya grabbed her arm, "Fine! Three months supply!"
"No. Two years."
"Six months!"
"No. Two. Years."
"A year then!"
Tsubasa concerned this, "Fine. What am I playing?"
Tsubasa sat down again, giving Aya her full attention.
"You'll be playing Princess Amy of Seyruun. Tsubaki is
playing your father. The whole premise of the story is that
Lisa Intime, played by Yukino, knows a powerful spell, the
Dragon-Slave, and you want to learn it."
"What's it do?"
"Destroys cities with one blow." Tsubasa eyes lit up.
"Cool. I'm in."
Aya handed her the script, "Look over it tonight. We
have rehearsal tomorrow in the Home Ec. room right after
school."
The bell rung for the end of lunch.
*** ***
Tsubasa sat in the train, watching the people watching
her. There was this guy sitting next to her that looked like
a spy, with his dark glasses and trench coat. In front of
her, there was a guy talking to some poor nurse about how he
was God and how the only ones who will be saved are the ones
would sleep with him.
"I'm really bored," she thought. Even the crazies got
repetitive after a while. She opened her school bag and took
out her script.
"'A Lovely Princess' Training! By Aya Sawada." She
turned the page and flipped through some of the pages. All
her actions and lines were highlighted. She turned back to
the cast of characters.
"'Amy: age 14, Princess of the city-state of Seyruun,
short, immature, high voice, knows only white magic (i.e.
healing), believes in Justice, hero-worshipping.' This has
to be a joke," she flipped to the first page and read her
lines. She was personally insulted. She read all her lines,
each more stupid than the last. Her hands gripped the
script.
*** ***
"Look into the ocean and see the dying squid... I feel
the pain of the calling birds..." Kazuma tapped his pencil
against the table, "What rhymes with squid?" Suddenly the
temperature of the room increased by 20 degrees, "Whoa, did
I turn the AC off?" He turned around and saw a flaming
Tsubasa. The figure asked, "Go on. Ask about my day."
"How was your day?"
Tsubasa slammed her bag in front of him, "You want to
know about my day? I'll tell you about my day! First, I woke
up nice and early so I didn't have to rush this morning.
That was nice. Then I passed that really hard test on Edo
dynasty which was nice too. Then I had lunch! Tsubaki got a
detention, Rika had to finish her science project and Yukino
was off making out with Arima so only me and Aya are there
and she hands me this!" Tsubasa held the script a centimeter
away from Kazuma's face, "And she says, 'Oh please, Tsubasa!
I have the perfect part for you!' and after she offers me a
year's supply of Pocky, I accept the role of Princess Amy of
Seyruun!"
"Never heard of her."
"Of course not! Aya just wrote it last night!" Tsubasa
stomped away from Kazuma, "I read this on the train today!
She is the most stupidest person in the world! She's a
little Justice freak and she trips over everything! Do I
look like a Justice-loving Princess to you?!"
"Of course you do..."
"THE CORRECT ANSWER IS NO!"
"Of course not! Why would anyone think otherwise?"
"I am so mad right now!"
"Look, Tsubasa. Don't you think you're exaggerating?
It's probably not that bad."
"You want to hear some of these lines?" Tsubasa said,
opening the door leading out to the balcony.
"Okay."
"Believe me, this is really bad. 'With a heart filled
with love for Justice, the trip to Seyruun isn't far at
all!'"
"That is really stupid."
Tsubasa flipped through some of the pages, "Here's
more. 'I landed on the guy I wanted to save!'"
Kazuma leaned back in his chair, laughing.
"Wait! There's more! 'That's stealing and stealing is
evil! Come forth, my sure swift punishment! Dragon-Slave!
Oh, it feels good to triumph in the name of Justice!'"
"Stop!" Kazuma gasped, "I hurt! Ow!"
"There's more! 'I will not lose! No matter what the
training! I will become a Champion of Justice just like Miss
Lisa!'"
Kazuma fell off his chair, gasping for air.
Tsubasa leaned against the railing of the balcony,
"'Villains who hold no mercy for the weak, Heaven will hold
none for you!'" With she threw her arms up and leaned back
against the railing.
The bolts of the railing had been loose for years but
no one had ever bothered to fix them. The railing could no
longer bear Tsubasa's weight and it disconnected from the
balcony. Down came the railing, Tsubasa and all. Tsubasa
fell on the grass from two stories up and the pages of the
script fluttered about her like dying moths.
Kazuma stopped laughing and ran to the balcony. He saw
Tsubasa lying on the grass, "Tsubasa! TSUBASA! Can you hear
me?! Answer me!" Tsubasa did not move. Kazuma ran out of the
room and ran down the three flights of stairs in record
time. He found Tsubasa still laying there and checked for a
pulse. She was still alive but she was unconscious.
'Okay, don't move, Tsubasa. Well, I guess you can't
really help that. I'll get help." Kazuma ran back to the
house and called for an ambulance.
To be continued...
