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AN- So here it is, oh many patient fans! (Fans? What fans?) It's still here though. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! *hugs a Chichiri plushie* Chichiri-chan wa kawaii!!! *ahem* OK, so I'm having a hard time finding balance between my two fanfics, since one (this) is supposed to be funny, and the other (Crystal Phoenix) is a lot deeper and angsty (Just wait til you see the ending!). I will try to get through a whole school day here, though!!
CHAPTER 2- In which Nuriko takes over a class and Tasuki learns some unhappy things.
"We have t' take a foreign language?!" Tasuki grumbled. "Of all stupid things… What language is it? Wait. I don't want to know."
"You're right. You don't," Tamahome answered, glaring at his schedule.
"Oh now my sign comes back," came Chiriko's muffled complaint. "It totally figures, doesn't it? I'm POSITIVE I failed that test…"
"SHUT UP!!!!" five of the others gritted.
"No da…" Chichiri said sadly. "Stop picking on Chiriko just because he's weak and stupid without a word on his foot no da."
"Hey! Now you've started!"
Hotohori pulled out a mirror and began to admire himself. "We're so beautiful… Nobody is worthy of us…."
Behind him, a little kid touring the school looked up at him. "Mommy?" he asked, tugging on the woman's skirt. "Why does that man talk like that?"
"It's because he looks in the mirror too much, Tabito-chan," his mother said, ushering the boy away. "He thinks there's two of him. Now you know why I tell you to go out and play more often…"
****
"Class is now starting!!"
"T-TOMO?!?" the Suzaku yelled simultaneously. "Oh please no! Suzaku, whatever we did, we're sorry!! Really!" The poor group burst into tears.
Tomo waited until he could hear himself think, then pulled out the illusion of a board. "OK! Today we are going to learn some important phrases in Chinese! The first of which is…" He took out a piece of chalk and scratched away furiously. "Wo ai Nakago. I love Nakago."
The class sweatdropped, and the painted seishi pretended not to notice.
"Nest…" Erase, erase, squeak, squeak. "Ta shi wo de airen. He is my lover." Tomo lapsed into a dream. "Ahh…" Much to everyone's disappointment, he recovered quickly. "OK. On to the next phrase." Erase, erase, squeak, squeak. "Soi shi ge jinu zai ige jiyuan li. Soi is a prostitute in a brothel. Very useful, if you ask me. On to phrase four! Tomo shi gi dinengzhe. Tomo is a…" He sweatdropped and checked his notes. "Tomo is a moron… WHO DID THIS?!?" His cry echoed through the pris- er- school. "SOI!!!!!" He turned to face his snickering class. "What? What's so darned funny?"
It di take another half hour, but Tomo finally got it to where he heard himself think of a great idea. "Ne Tamahome!"
The teen looked up suspiciously. "Nani?"
"You and your group come up here. We can read your symbols! Won't that be fun?"
"What about you?"
Tomo coughed. "Mine isn't in the best place for a classroom…"
"O~okay… Chichiri, you first."
"NANI?!? DOUSHITE NO DA?"
Nuriko, of all people, came to Tamahome's rescue. "Yours is the simplest. This is a class, we've got to progress in difficulty."
"OK, but how? Should I rip my pants open no da?" He winced at the implications. "Erm… try that again. Should I cut my pant leg open no da?"
"That would work."
"Demo-" Chichiri suddenly started ranting. "These are my only pants no da! You can't make me cut them apart just so a painted freak can teach Chinese! IT WON'T WORK! I WON'T FALL FOR IT NO DAAAAAA!!!!!"
Nuriko splashed cold water over his face.
""Oh… domo Nuriko-san no da." He calmly pulled his pant leg up over his knee. "This is 'jing', the symbol for well na no da. And no, I am not a fox, and my hair really is blue and it stands up like that naturally no da!"
"Go on, Hotohori-sama!"
"We are the beautiful emperor of Konan," Hotohori began amidst drooling and sounds strangely resembling gagging. "This symbol is 'xing', star. That is all."
"Tama-baby, your turn," Nuriko called.
"My name is Tamahome. My symbol is 'gui', which means ghost or spirit. No, I will not go out with you."
"Mitsukake?"
"'Qing' means unimportant or light." Not one for words, is he? Well you just wait… "But that doesn't mean I'm unimportant, does it? Whimper It's just a sign… IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!!!
"Of course not," Nuriko said placatingly. "Oy, Chiriko-chan!"
"My name is Chiriko. My symbol is old Chinese for page. It's also a popular last name. It is read 'zhang' and is often changed to 'chang' by ignorant Americans." He looked up. "I'm done."
"And now ME!! I'm Nuriko, this word, 'liu', is willow, I don't go out with monkeys, and I do not use male word forms by accident. So HA! Oh Tasuki, dear!!"
"I'm Tasuki, I hate women, I hate water, this here symbol is 'yi', and I have NO EARTHLY IDEA what it means."
"Airplane wing or just plain wing no da," Chichiri offered. "Though the same pronunciation can be interpreted as such fun things as 'to mow, run down' and 'to talk in one's sleep' na no da."
"Yer not serious? T' talk in one's sleep? Suzaku, you chose it, didn't ya? Then for…" He was about to say "god's" but figured that wasn't going to work. "um… YER sake, change it!"
"He can't really do that no da."
"NOOOOOO!!!!"
Wow, that took long. I swear. I'm such a slow typer. And besides, what with school and all, I haven't got that much time! Such a regular tragedy. Oh, and does anybody know when the seventh graphic novel comes out?
UP NEXT- The horrors of Science!!
AN- So here it is, oh many patient fans! (Fans? What fans?) It's still here though. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! *hugs a Chichiri plushie* Chichiri-chan wa kawaii!!! *ahem* OK, so I'm having a hard time finding balance between my two fanfics, since one (this) is supposed to be funny, and the other (Crystal Phoenix) is a lot deeper and angsty (Just wait til you see the ending!). I will try to get through a whole school day here, though!!
CHAPTER 2- In which Nuriko takes over a class and Tasuki learns some unhappy things.
"We have t' take a foreign language?!" Tasuki grumbled. "Of all stupid things… What language is it? Wait. I don't want to know."
"You're right. You don't," Tamahome answered, glaring at his schedule.
"Oh now my sign comes back," came Chiriko's muffled complaint. "It totally figures, doesn't it? I'm POSITIVE I failed that test…"
"SHUT UP!!!!" five of the others gritted.
"No da…" Chichiri said sadly. "Stop picking on Chiriko just because he's weak and stupid without a word on his foot no da."
"Hey! Now you've started!"
Hotohori pulled out a mirror and began to admire himself. "We're so beautiful… Nobody is worthy of us…."
Behind him, a little kid touring the school looked up at him. "Mommy?" he asked, tugging on the woman's skirt. "Why does that man talk like that?"
"It's because he looks in the mirror too much, Tabito-chan," his mother said, ushering the boy away. "He thinks there's two of him. Now you know why I tell you to go out and play more often…"
****
"Class is now starting!!"
"T-TOMO?!?" the Suzaku yelled simultaneously. "Oh please no! Suzaku, whatever we did, we're sorry!! Really!" The poor group burst into tears.
Tomo waited until he could hear himself think, then pulled out the illusion of a board. "OK! Today we are going to learn some important phrases in Chinese! The first of which is…" He took out a piece of chalk and scratched away furiously. "Wo ai Nakago. I love Nakago."
The class sweatdropped, and the painted seishi pretended not to notice.
"Nest…" Erase, erase, squeak, squeak. "Ta shi wo de airen. He is my lover." Tomo lapsed into a dream. "Ahh…" Much to everyone's disappointment, he recovered quickly. "OK. On to the next phrase." Erase, erase, squeak, squeak. "Soi shi ge jinu zai ige jiyuan li. Soi is a prostitute in a brothel. Very useful, if you ask me. On to phrase four! Tomo shi gi dinengzhe. Tomo is a…" He sweatdropped and checked his notes. "Tomo is a moron… WHO DID THIS?!?" His cry echoed through the pris- er- school. "SOI!!!!!" He turned to face his snickering class. "What? What's so darned funny?"
It di take another half hour, but Tomo finally got it to where he heard himself think of a great idea. "Ne Tamahome!"
The teen looked up suspiciously. "Nani?"
"You and your group come up here. We can read your symbols! Won't that be fun?"
"What about you?"
Tomo coughed. "Mine isn't in the best place for a classroom…"
"O~okay… Chichiri, you first."
"NANI?!? DOUSHITE NO DA?"
Nuriko, of all people, came to Tamahome's rescue. "Yours is the simplest. This is a class, we've got to progress in difficulty."
"OK, but how? Should I rip my pants open no da?" He winced at the implications. "Erm… try that again. Should I cut my pant leg open no da?"
"That would work."
"Demo-" Chichiri suddenly started ranting. "These are my only pants no da! You can't make me cut them apart just so a painted freak can teach Chinese! IT WON'T WORK! I WON'T FALL FOR IT NO DAAAAAA!!!!!"
Nuriko splashed cold water over his face.
""Oh… domo Nuriko-san no da." He calmly pulled his pant leg up over his knee. "This is 'jing', the symbol for well na no da. And no, I am not a fox, and my hair really is blue and it stands up like that naturally no da!"
"Go on, Hotohori-sama!"
"We are the beautiful emperor of Konan," Hotohori began amidst drooling and sounds strangely resembling gagging. "This symbol is 'xing', star. That is all."
"Tama-baby, your turn," Nuriko called.
"My name is Tamahome. My symbol is 'gui', which means ghost or spirit. No, I will not go out with you."
"Mitsukake?"
"'Qing' means unimportant or light." Not one for words, is he? Well you just wait… "But that doesn't mean I'm unimportant, does it? Whimper It's just a sign… IT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!!!
"Of course not," Nuriko said placatingly. "Oy, Chiriko-chan!"
"My name is Chiriko. My symbol is old Chinese for page. It's also a popular last name. It is read 'zhang' and is often changed to 'chang' by ignorant Americans." He looked up. "I'm done."
"And now ME!! I'm Nuriko, this word, 'liu', is willow, I don't go out with monkeys, and I do not use male word forms by accident. So HA! Oh Tasuki, dear!!"
"I'm Tasuki, I hate women, I hate water, this here symbol is 'yi', and I have NO EARTHLY IDEA what it means."
"Airplane wing or just plain wing no da," Chichiri offered. "Though the same pronunciation can be interpreted as such fun things as 'to mow, run down' and 'to talk in one's sleep' na no da."
"Yer not serious? T' talk in one's sleep? Suzaku, you chose it, didn't ya? Then for…" He was about to say "god's" but figured that wasn't going to work. "um… YER sake, change it!"
"He can't really do that no da."
"NOOOOOO!!!!"
Wow, that took long. I swear. I'm such a slow typer. And besides, what with school and all, I haven't got that much time! Such a regular tragedy. Oh, and does anybody know when the seventh graphic novel comes out?
UP NEXT- The horrors of Science!!