AN- Hi, it's me again!! I got one positive review, so I'm continuing! (Your
opinion matters!!!) Of course, this is a pointless excuse not to work on
"Crystal Phoenix", but that's OK. BTW, a little pointless question. Does
anyone know someplace where I can get music for that stringed instrument
solo they dumped into Mizukagami for the anime? It's cool, and I figure
it'd be fun to play.
DISCLAIMER- Nothing's changed. Don't own FY, don't own the kawaii bishounen… *sob whine sob whine*
CHAPTER 1- In which a bunch of people are traumatised and we discover a really really scary-beyond-belief thing.
"KUSO! I WILL NOT BE LATE! I AM A SUZAKU WARRIOR!!!" Chiriko shrieked, racing towards the campus.
"Chiriko-kun no da?" Chichiri began tentatively. "Did you just say what I thought you said no da?"
"That's my boy!" Tasuki praised, patting the child genius on the back. "We'll make a man out of ya yet!"
Sweatdrops all around.
"They would never have the audacity to put the emperor of Konan into detention," Hotohori announced importantly. "I can afford to be late."
"Ano~… Your Majesty… You're not the emperor of Jishonshin. And that's where we are now," Tamahome reminded him gently. "They can do whatever they want to you, which includes putting you into detention."
"And I'm no one's guardian no da," Chichiri muttered. "Am I really THAT old? I'm only 24, for Suzaku's sake! Na no da…"
"Chichiri, we weep for you," Hotohori said calmly. "So Tamahome, you said something about us being in Jishonshin? Amazing… I've found a real home!" (AN- jishonshin indicates pride or conceit)
Everyone's musings were broken off by the most dreaded sound a kid could hear, especially if that kid is not in a classroom but rather outside rushing to get in- BRRRIIIIIINNGG!!!!!!!
Chiriko paled. "IIE!!! It can't be!!"
"No da…" Chichiri spread out his kesa and prepared to appear in the back of the classroom. Seeing what he was doing, the others quickly piled on.
Five seconds, later….
"I'm going to call roll now. When your name is called, bow before me and allow me to possess you."
"Oh Great Suzaku in heaven… I know that voice!" Chiriko buried his face in his hands. "I'm scared to look… PLEASE! Somebody tell me that isn't Miboshi!"
"Fine, then I won't." Nuriko said very helpfully. "It's just another one of those people who happen to have blue characters on their bodies and an obsession with taking over innocent seishi."
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"
"Chiriko, aka Ou Doukun."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
And so it went, with each kid screaming at the sounds of their names. Miboshi was by now extremely ticked off. After all, he was the teacher. Teachers deserve respect, right? Not evil little children.
"All right!" he decided finally. "You are now going to have a test, since you won't cooperate with the teacher! Everyone come up and get one out of this pile." He pointed to a veritable stack of papers.
"Oh well," Chiriko said resignedly. "If I can pass a government exam, then this will be a piece of cake, assuming my nice symbol stays on my foot where it belongs." He glared at the happy red character, which disappeared as if on cue. "I think I feel faint."
"No DAAA!! Nobody in this classroom has taken college engineering! I'm a priest no da! We don't learn all this junk no da. What the heck is a partial derivative anyways? Look at this question!" He waved the booklet hysterically. "The piston of a steam engine is 50.0 centimeters in diameter and the maximum steam gage pressure is 1.4 MPa. If the design stress for the piston rod is 68 MPa, its cross-sectional area should be most nearly… OH NO DA!" (AN- I had my "engineering sample question" book open and was copying. Don't think I'm THAT good at math.)
"That's quite enough!" Miboshi ordered, irritated that he'd only succeeded in making the class more unruly. "You will turn this in at the end of class for 20% of your grade this semester!"
A huge black cloud of doom materialized and started following Mitsukake around. The healer just blinked. "What are you following ME for?" he asked in that retarded (no offense to the voice actor or anything) voice he used in the dub. (If you haven't seen it, it's this really deep, demented voice that sounds kinda clueless)
The class could still hear Chichiri's desperate voice. "The program segment
INPUT Z
S=1
T=1
FOR K=1 TON
T=T*Z/K
S=S+T
NEXT K
Calculates the sum… I can't do this no da!" He went SD and began whimpering.
On the other side of the room, Tasuki let loose a string of amazingly creative and colorful words. A rainbow, I tell you.
BRRIIIIIIIINNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
"All right, turn your tests in and get away from me."
"With pleasure," Tasuki muttered darkly. "Who cares about concrete sewers anyway?"
"Nobody," Tamahome said gloomily. "And we have six more class periods to go."
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD."
Chapter one is over now!! I typed this directly onto the computer! Usually I write on notebook paper. Up next- The seishi visit the foreign language class! If you're nice enough, you can pick the language. Is it English, German, Chinese, or… Oh that's all I speak. REVIEW PLEASE!!
DISCLAIMER- Nothing's changed. Don't own FY, don't own the kawaii bishounen… *sob whine sob whine*
CHAPTER 1- In which a bunch of people are traumatised and we discover a really really scary-beyond-belief thing.
"KUSO! I WILL NOT BE LATE! I AM A SUZAKU WARRIOR!!!" Chiriko shrieked, racing towards the campus.
"Chiriko-kun no da?" Chichiri began tentatively. "Did you just say what I thought you said no da?"
"That's my boy!" Tasuki praised, patting the child genius on the back. "We'll make a man out of ya yet!"
Sweatdrops all around.
"They would never have the audacity to put the emperor of Konan into detention," Hotohori announced importantly. "I can afford to be late."
"Ano~… Your Majesty… You're not the emperor of Jishonshin. And that's where we are now," Tamahome reminded him gently. "They can do whatever they want to you, which includes putting you into detention."
"And I'm no one's guardian no da," Chichiri muttered. "Am I really THAT old? I'm only 24, for Suzaku's sake! Na no da…"
"Chichiri, we weep for you," Hotohori said calmly. "So Tamahome, you said something about us being in Jishonshin? Amazing… I've found a real home!" (AN- jishonshin indicates pride or conceit)
Everyone's musings were broken off by the most dreaded sound a kid could hear, especially if that kid is not in a classroom but rather outside rushing to get in- BRRRIIIIIINNGG!!!!!!!
Chiriko paled. "IIE!!! It can't be!!"
"No da…" Chichiri spread out his kesa and prepared to appear in the back of the classroom. Seeing what he was doing, the others quickly piled on.
Five seconds, later….
"I'm going to call roll now. When your name is called, bow before me and allow me to possess you."
"Oh Great Suzaku in heaven… I know that voice!" Chiriko buried his face in his hands. "I'm scared to look… PLEASE! Somebody tell me that isn't Miboshi!"
"Fine, then I won't." Nuriko said very helpfully. "It's just another one of those people who happen to have blue characters on their bodies and an obsession with taking over innocent seishi."
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"
"Chiriko, aka Ou Doukun."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
And so it went, with each kid screaming at the sounds of their names. Miboshi was by now extremely ticked off. After all, he was the teacher. Teachers deserve respect, right? Not evil little children.
"All right!" he decided finally. "You are now going to have a test, since you won't cooperate with the teacher! Everyone come up and get one out of this pile." He pointed to a veritable stack of papers.
"Oh well," Chiriko said resignedly. "If I can pass a government exam, then this will be a piece of cake, assuming my nice symbol stays on my foot where it belongs." He glared at the happy red character, which disappeared as if on cue. "I think I feel faint."
"No DAAA!! Nobody in this classroom has taken college engineering! I'm a priest no da! We don't learn all this junk no da. What the heck is a partial derivative anyways? Look at this question!" He waved the booklet hysterically. "The piston of a steam engine is 50.0 centimeters in diameter and the maximum steam gage pressure is 1.4 MPa. If the design stress for the piston rod is 68 MPa, its cross-sectional area should be most nearly… OH NO DA!" (AN- I had my "engineering sample question" book open and was copying. Don't think I'm THAT good at math.)
"That's quite enough!" Miboshi ordered, irritated that he'd only succeeded in making the class more unruly. "You will turn this in at the end of class for 20% of your grade this semester!"
A huge black cloud of doom materialized and started following Mitsukake around. The healer just blinked. "What are you following ME for?" he asked in that retarded (no offense to the voice actor or anything) voice he used in the dub. (If you haven't seen it, it's this really deep, demented voice that sounds kinda clueless)
The class could still hear Chichiri's desperate voice. "The program segment
INPUT Z
S=1
T=1
FOR K=1 TON
T=T*Z/K
S=S+T
NEXT K
Calculates the sum… I can't do this no da!" He went SD and began whimpering.
On the other side of the room, Tasuki let loose a string of amazingly creative and colorful words. A rainbow, I tell you.
BRRIIIIIIIINNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
"All right, turn your tests in and get away from me."
"With pleasure," Tasuki muttered darkly. "Who cares about concrete sewers anyway?"
"Nobody," Tamahome said gloomily. "And we have six more class periods to go."
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD."
Chapter one is over now!! I typed this directly onto the computer! Usually I write on notebook paper. Up next- The seishi visit the foreign language class! If you're nice enough, you can pick the language. Is it English, German, Chinese, or… Oh that's all I speak. REVIEW PLEASE!!