Disclaimer:I only own my characters.
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Author's Note:If anyone would like to be a
OFUY scholar, email me at thegreathooble@yahoo.com with your info. Here's
the form:
Name:
Age:
Sex (stop giggling):
Race(Human, Youko, Koorime, Diety, Unimaginably Strong Creature that can take over all three worlds and their inhabitants, Other):
Hair:
Eyes:
Power if Not Human:
Favorite YYH Bishojo:
Favorite YYH Bishonen:
Comments:
PACK NESSICTIES!
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BZZZT! BZZZT! The sound of a motorcycle on ice cut through Meggi's wonderul dream. Yes, it was one of THOSE dreams. "Yo, Meggs!"
"Huh? Wha? Hiei, where'd you go?" Giggling, Michelle shook Meggi.
"C'mon! Breakfast is at 7:00!"
"What time is it?"
"6:45."
"Ack!" Meggi scrambled out of her pallet and ran for the shower. "I'm gonna be late!" She ran out of the bathroom in a blue shirt, a gray pullover hoodie, and black leggings. Pulling on her sneakers, she ran for the door.
"Uh, Meggi?"
"What?" she replied, jogging in place and staring at Michelle still sitting on her bed.
"You've got..." Michelle glanced at the clock. "10 minuites." Meggi stopped jogging.
"Heh, you're right. I forgot to brush my hair, anyway." She sat at the vanity and started combing the long, light blue strands.
"Can I braid it?" Michelle looked at Meggi with puppy eyes. "Please-please- please?"
"Um...................alright."
"Yay!" Michelle bounced off the bed and started on Meggi's hair. She pulled it into a high ponytail and braided it straight down. "Meggi?"
"Yeah?"
"Remeber what you said about being late?"
They grabbed their bags and ran for the cafeteria.
____~*~*~____
They stood in line, getting very hungry. The line was moving unbelievabley slowly.
"I'm gonna starve to death before I turn 15!" moaned Michelle.
"Chill, we're almost there!" Michelle continued to moan until they reached the serving line.
"Kuwabara's a lunch lady?" sure enough, Kuwabara stood there wearing the lunch lady uniform, complete with hairnet.
"The great Kazuma Kuwabara is not a lunch lady! I'm a food distribution engineer."
"So you're a lunch lady," Meggi said blandly.
"Ahh! Not you!" yelled Kuwabara.
"I take it you remember our meeting the other day?" Meggi said sweetly. Kuwabara hid behind Yukina, his fellow "food distribution engineer".
"Yukina, help me! She's mean!"
"Kuwabara, you're just being silly!" She handed the girls their toast and grits.
"What'd you do to Kuwabara?" asked the girl behind Michelle.
"I pissed him off. Gotta problem, sister?"
"Yea! Be nice to Kuwabara! He's been in Yusuke's shadow so long, it's really hurt his self-esteem!"
Meggi snorted. "Ha! I take it you're a Kuwabarbarian?"
"Yea. Gotta problem, sister?" The girls just walked away.
"Um, Michelle, where do we sit?" Michelle spotted a black-haired girl waving at them.
"Over here!" They ran for the table. The girl who had waved at them was wearing a Kurama t-shirt. "Uh, I take it this is the Kuramaniacs table."
The girl smiled brightly. "Yep! I'm Aruma. I heard what you did to that moron Kuwabara. Good work!"
"What's this stuff?" said Michelle, poking at her grits.
"Grits, you baka!" Meggi laughed. "For someone with a Texas city as their last name, you're too much Yankee to bear."
"Hey, I'm as Southern as you are! I just never ate grits before." Michelle defended herself. The other two girls giggled at the though of being Southern and not eating grits.
They quickly finished their breakfast (grits and all) and hurried to class. They all had Why I'm Not a Girl first period.
____~*~*~____
Michelle, Meggi, and Aruma sat in the front row, waiting excitedly for Kurama to arrive. They comapred rumors they'd heard about.....well, I better keep my PG rating. They loud, rude, and extremly out-of control students fell silent as Youko Kurama walked into the room. Serveral rabid girls ran towards the front, but he stopped them.
"Now, girls, the headmaster doesn't like me being 'touched'. Meet me after class and we'll see what we can do about that, hmm?"
An excited buzz ran through the room. Everyone there had heard of Youko Kurama's sexual appitite....
"Today, I am going to show you why my ningen form is NOT, I repeat NOT of the female gender." He set up a slide projector and clicked to the first pic, a topless Suichi Minamino. The girls in front leaned forward in their seats, taking in the slightly feminene goodness. "See that chest?" The class,mostly female, nodded in unison. "Could any woman have that chest?" Meggi raised her hand, ready to say something about steroids, but Kurama went on. "And this!" Another pic flickered on, one that should not be shown to a bunch of teenage, horomone-driven fanfiction writers. "This is mine!"
"We want proof!" yelled Michelle. "How do we know that's really yours?"
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"YES!" yelled Aruma, jumping up. "We think you're lying!"
Kurama's face got red. "Alright, I'll prove it!" He dropped the lower half of his tunic-like outfit to reveal that the picture was indeed of him. Half the girls in class swooned, but Meggi whipped out her camera and began taking pictures. Kurama covered himself. "I never agreed to that!"
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Aruma's already in it because she lives near me and she asked. Here's the names for all the collective groups of obsessors:
Kuramaniacs: kur-a-mane-ee-acks
Hieinsanians:he-ay-in-sane-ee-ans
Yusukes:you-skays
Kuwabarabarians-koo-wah-bar-bare-ee-ans
Botoniacs:boh-ton-ee-acks
Keikoglers:kay-kog-lers
Koenmaniac:koh-ehn-man-e-acks
Yukinators:you-kee-na-tors
I am not knocking Kuwabara. I think he's funny, just not worth obsessing over.
Name:
Age:
Sex (stop giggling):
Race(Human, Youko, Koorime, Diety, Unimaginably Strong Creature that can take over all three worlds and their inhabitants, Other):
Hair:
Eyes:
Power if Not Human:
Favorite YYH Bishojo:
Favorite YYH Bishonen:
Comments:
PACK NESSICTIES!
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BZZZT! BZZZT! The sound of a motorcycle on ice cut through Meggi's wonderul dream. Yes, it was one of THOSE dreams. "Yo, Meggs!"
"Huh? Wha? Hiei, where'd you go?" Giggling, Michelle shook Meggi.
"C'mon! Breakfast is at 7:00!"
"What time is it?"
"6:45."
"Ack!" Meggi scrambled out of her pallet and ran for the shower. "I'm gonna be late!" She ran out of the bathroom in a blue shirt, a gray pullover hoodie, and black leggings. Pulling on her sneakers, she ran for the door.
"Uh, Meggi?"
"What?" she replied, jogging in place and staring at Michelle still sitting on her bed.
"You've got..." Michelle glanced at the clock. "10 minuites." Meggi stopped jogging.
"Heh, you're right. I forgot to brush my hair, anyway." She sat at the vanity and started combing the long, light blue strands.
"Can I braid it?" Michelle looked at Meggi with puppy eyes. "Please-please- please?"
"Um...................alright."
"Yay!" Michelle bounced off the bed and started on Meggi's hair. She pulled it into a high ponytail and braided it straight down. "Meggi?"
"Yeah?"
"Remeber what you said about being late?"
They grabbed their bags and ran for the cafeteria.
____~*~*~____
They stood in line, getting very hungry. The line was moving unbelievabley slowly.
"I'm gonna starve to death before I turn 15!" moaned Michelle.
"Chill, we're almost there!" Michelle continued to moan until they reached the serving line.
"Kuwabara's a lunch lady?" sure enough, Kuwabara stood there wearing the lunch lady uniform, complete with hairnet.
"The great Kazuma Kuwabara is not a lunch lady! I'm a food distribution engineer."
"So you're a lunch lady," Meggi said blandly.
"Ahh! Not you!" yelled Kuwabara.
"I take it you remember our meeting the other day?" Meggi said sweetly. Kuwabara hid behind Yukina, his fellow "food distribution engineer".
"Yukina, help me! She's mean!"
"Kuwabara, you're just being silly!" She handed the girls their toast and grits.
"What'd you do to Kuwabara?" asked the girl behind Michelle.
"I pissed him off. Gotta problem, sister?"
"Yea! Be nice to Kuwabara! He's been in Yusuke's shadow so long, it's really hurt his self-esteem!"
Meggi snorted. "Ha! I take it you're a Kuwabarbarian?"
"Yea. Gotta problem, sister?" The girls just walked away.
"Um, Michelle, where do we sit?" Michelle spotted a black-haired girl waving at them.
"Over here!" They ran for the table. The girl who had waved at them was wearing a Kurama t-shirt. "Uh, I take it this is the Kuramaniacs table."
The girl smiled brightly. "Yep! I'm Aruma. I heard what you did to that moron Kuwabara. Good work!"
"What's this stuff?" said Michelle, poking at her grits.
"Grits, you baka!" Meggi laughed. "For someone with a Texas city as their last name, you're too much Yankee to bear."
"Hey, I'm as Southern as you are! I just never ate grits before." Michelle defended herself. The other two girls giggled at the though of being Southern and not eating grits.
They quickly finished their breakfast (grits and all) and hurried to class. They all had Why I'm Not a Girl first period.
____~*~*~____
Michelle, Meggi, and Aruma sat in the front row, waiting excitedly for Kurama to arrive. They comapred rumors they'd heard about.....well, I better keep my PG rating. They loud, rude, and extremly out-of control students fell silent as Youko Kurama walked into the room. Serveral rabid girls ran towards the front, but he stopped them.
"Now, girls, the headmaster doesn't like me being 'touched'. Meet me after class and we'll see what we can do about that, hmm?"
An excited buzz ran through the room. Everyone there had heard of Youko Kurama's sexual appitite....
"Today, I am going to show you why my ningen form is NOT, I repeat NOT of the female gender." He set up a slide projector and clicked to the first pic, a topless Suichi Minamino. The girls in front leaned forward in their seats, taking in the slightly feminene goodness. "See that chest?" The class,mostly female, nodded in unison. "Could any woman have that chest?" Meggi raised her hand, ready to say something about steroids, but Kurama went on. "And this!" Another pic flickered on, one that should not be shown to a bunch of teenage, horomone-driven fanfiction writers. "This is mine!"
"We want proof!" yelled Michelle. "How do we know that's really yours?"
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"YES!" yelled Aruma, jumping up. "We think you're lying!"
Kurama's face got red. "Alright, I'll prove it!" He dropped the lower half of his tunic-like outfit to reveal that the picture was indeed of him. Half the girls in class swooned, but Meggi whipped out her camera and began taking pictures. Kurama covered himself. "I never agreed to that!"
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Aruma's already in it because she lives near me and she asked. Here's the names for all the collective groups of obsessors:
Kuramaniacs: kur-a-mane-ee-acks
Hieinsanians:he-ay-in-sane-ee-ans
Yusukes:you-skays
Kuwabarabarians-koo-wah-bar-bare-ee-ans
Botoniacs:boh-ton-ee-acks
Keikoglers:kay-kog-lers
Koenmaniac:koh-ehn-man-e-acks
Yukinators:you-kee-na-tors
I am not knocking Kuwabara. I think he's funny, just not worth obsessing over.