Chibi Aikido-chan: Mwah ha ha ha. If I wasn't in there how could I torture him? (Yup, that is
the main point of this fic.)
Faerie-chan: Yah, STD's are worse than odd motivational things any day. Thanks for making
me feel better!
Sessah: Don't worry, Kaoru shows up in this one. (Evil grin) Don't worry, I'm not done with
Kenshin yet.
Layla gurl: Thanx, but don't laugh so hard you hurt yourself. (Students like me can't afford
lawsuits. ^~)
I know that there are more people who reviewed, but I deleted the e-mails before I noticed they
weren't being attached to the story. I'm soooooo sorry! Thanks for all the nice comments.
(Glomps readers)
Once again, sorry for the long wait. No excuse this time (Uh oh, should think of one. . .) Uh. . .
That's it!! Summer reading was getting in my way. School can be evil even in the summer.
Stupid The Invisible Man. . . Anywho, thanks for reading and Reviewing (hint hint) ^~ Oh ya,
don't sue me if you are a World Lit. teacher; I actually like that class. (My teacher is the sponsor
of the manga/anime club, and she let me do my analysis paper on Evangelion. ^^) Ya, this is
short, but I like how it ended. Maybe the next chappie will be "Quest for the Holy Lunch Tray"...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"'Lying here on the ground,
I can only sit and wonder
Why am I writing my thoughts down?'"
An old woman raised her head up from the thick book on her desk and looked towards the
inattentive class, sighing at the wonderful mystery behind the words.
"Many poems were written in this style in 14th century China. (A/N- Not correct!! Don't yell at
me for saying that.) This one in particular invokes a sense of wonder. I'm sure that you are all
asking yourselves, 'What were his thoughts, and why couldn't he write them? Or is this really
what the author was thinking?' (She was answered with several loud snores.) Well, I believe
that~Gaaagh~"
Several of the heads rose up from their desks to see what had caused their teacher's droning
voice to stop. (The rest thought it was a trick to get their attention.) Giggles erupted across the
classroom as people began to realize what was going on in front of them. The teacher lay,
unconscious, eyes swirling, underneath a kimono-clad girl's bottom.
Kaoru's eyes met 27 other pairs as she looked up from where she fell. There was a brief,
awkward pause before a small boy in the back opened his mouth.
"Yaaahhhhhhh!!!"
Following the boy's example, the class erupted into cheers before it surged as a single mass out
the door towards freedom. Kaoru just sat there, the unconscious woman beneath her until
Kenshin popped his head in.
"Excuse me, but. . . . Kaoru? Uh, are you, by chance, the author of this story?" He addressed the
question at the woman who lay sprawled on the ground.
"Um, Kenshin? I don't think that she will be waking up soon."
"Well, if Kaoru-dono's good at one thing, it's knocking people out. She'll be out for hours." the
bishie mumbled to himself before turning towards the girl fidgeting behind him. "Well, if we're
still here, and she's unconscious, then she must not be the author. We should go search the other
classes."
And with that, the two lost characters turned toward the door, determined to complete the task
given to them and find their way home.
Kaoru- "I'm hungry..."
Or the cafeteria, whichever comes first.
the main point of this fic.)
Faerie-chan: Yah, STD's are worse than odd motivational things any day. Thanks for making
me feel better!
Sessah: Don't worry, Kaoru shows up in this one. (Evil grin) Don't worry, I'm not done with
Kenshin yet.
Layla gurl: Thanx, but don't laugh so hard you hurt yourself. (Students like me can't afford
lawsuits. ^~)
I know that there are more people who reviewed, but I deleted the e-mails before I noticed they
weren't being attached to the story. I'm soooooo sorry! Thanks for all the nice comments.
(Glomps readers)
Once again, sorry for the long wait. No excuse this time (Uh oh, should think of one. . .) Uh. . .
That's it!! Summer reading was getting in my way. School can be evil even in the summer.
Stupid The Invisible Man. . . Anywho, thanks for reading and Reviewing (hint hint) ^~ Oh ya,
don't sue me if you are a World Lit. teacher; I actually like that class. (My teacher is the sponsor
of the manga/anime club, and she let me do my analysis paper on Evangelion. ^^) Ya, this is
short, but I like how it ended. Maybe the next chappie will be "Quest for the Holy Lunch Tray"...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"'Lying here on the ground,
I can only sit and wonder
Why am I writing my thoughts down?'"
An old woman raised her head up from the thick book on her desk and looked towards the
inattentive class, sighing at the wonderful mystery behind the words.
"Many poems were written in this style in 14th century China. (A/N- Not correct!! Don't yell at
me for saying that.) This one in particular invokes a sense of wonder. I'm sure that you are all
asking yourselves, 'What were his thoughts, and why couldn't he write them? Or is this really
what the author was thinking?' (She was answered with several loud snores.) Well, I believe
that~Gaaagh~"
Several of the heads rose up from their desks to see what had caused their teacher's droning
voice to stop. (The rest thought it was a trick to get their attention.) Giggles erupted across the
classroom as people began to realize what was going on in front of them. The teacher lay,
unconscious, eyes swirling, underneath a kimono-clad girl's bottom.
Kaoru's eyes met 27 other pairs as she looked up from where she fell. There was a brief,
awkward pause before a small boy in the back opened his mouth.
"Yaaahhhhhhh!!!"
Following the boy's example, the class erupted into cheers before it surged as a single mass out
the door towards freedom. Kaoru just sat there, the unconscious woman beneath her until
Kenshin popped his head in.
"Excuse me, but. . . . Kaoru? Uh, are you, by chance, the author of this story?" He addressed the
question at the woman who lay sprawled on the ground.
"Um, Kenshin? I don't think that she will be waking up soon."
"Well, if Kaoru-dono's good at one thing, it's knocking people out. She'll be out for hours." the
bishie mumbled to himself before turning towards the girl fidgeting behind him. "Well, if we're
still here, and she's unconscious, then she must not be the author. We should go search the other
classes."
And with that, the two lost characters turned toward the door, determined to complete the task
given to them and find their way home.
Kaoru- "I'm hungry..."
Or the cafeteria, whichever comes first.
