Cher Miyuu-san:
Sorry for doing that whole insanity bit to you, but I had to give you SOME quirk or flaw or whatever! And sorry for messing with your hair's color! *Among other things* But I still have to put you in here, after all... ^^ You're one of my favorite characters of all time...
WARNING: There's a rather suggestive scene in this, but it's YAOI, not the normal kind. It's just suggestive, but... You have been warned!
Chapter 4: Four classes left...
Zel sighed. There really WERE four classes left - Social Studies, Language Arts (SHUDDER), a Free Block, and Militia...
Zel blinked. "Hey, mabye it'll be worth it to last out the day, I've always wanted to take a course in the art of War..."
Zel smiled deeply, and walked down to his Social Studies class.
As he walked in, class had already begun. The teacher looked at him.
"Ah, you're late!" the rather young male teacher said crossly.
"But the bell hasn't even rang yet!" Zel cried out.
"Of course it hasn't, silly!" the teacher shook his head. "Allow me to introduce myself and my policy. I am Mr. Mitso, teacher of Social Studies 11. I also happen to be a great Shaman..."
"Just get on with it..." Zel tried to ignore the floating ghost of a figure suspiciously similar to Final Fantasy's original Fighter, who's mouth was moving in a strange, constant repetitive set of words...
"I like swords... I like swords... I like swords..."
Zel sighed, and then noticed that somebody else was talking to him.
"I like swords"
"Me too"
"I like swords"
"Me too"
"I like swords"
"Me too"
"Dynast!" Zel whined.
Dynast suddenly stopped talking. "Sorry, but I was engaged in," he made quotation marks out of his fingers (A good trick if your fingers can't be reshaped!), "intelligent conversation"
"Oh, real intelligent..."
"Can I continue?" Mr. Mitso asked.
"Yeah, whatever" Zel responded.
"Well, I like swords, and..." Mr. Mitso shut his eyes. "GOD DAMNIT!"
Some of the kids in the class snickered. "Stop that, fighter!" Mr. Mitso cried out. "Anyway, I like Swords, and... Oh, for crying out swords!... ARGH!"
The class was laughing.
"Anyway, I believe that if you can get early to a class..." Mr. Mitso finished, "you should be allowed to get your Free Period earlier."
"Ah!" Zel smiled. "Sounds fair to me!"
"Now, then, it's time for our study of the French Revolution..."
Zel sat down, as Mr. Mitso began his lesson.
"Now, can anybody tell me who Marie Antoinette was?"
"Wasn't she the woman who said 'Let them eat Cake?'" Dynastu perked up.
"Not just that, she was the Queen of France, married to Louis XVI..." Amyrth smiled, taking a drink of beer.
"They both died at the hands of the Sans Culottes, the commoners..." Dynastu added.
"Via the Guillotine..." Amyrth put down his can, growling.
"Which is a machine that was used to kill over 4000 people during the Revolution..." Dynast growled back, staring at Amyrth.
"Via decapitation from a single strike of a blade..." Amyrth stared back.
"Ah, yes, cut somebody's head off, hold it up on a pike, crowd cheers, bring on next execution..." Dynastu stuck his tounge out.
"They could do 2 excecutions a minute when they were going fast..." Amyrth added.
"It was made to be a humane way of killing people..." Dynastu responded.
"Well, that'd be no fun!" Zel spat.
There was an awkward pause.
"Well, keep going!" Zel cried out, a bit nervous.
Amyrth shrugged. "Okay, where were we?"
******
Zel walked out of Socials Class, somewhat amazed. Those two had managed to keep up their argument for almost the entire class, and Zel had learned a stupidly large amount in that short time.
Zel's eyes spun, and he felt faint. "I'm not... supposed... to... be... learning!"
"And, then, he was, all, like, 'I like swords', and..." one girl was talking to another in the hall.
"I know! The other one was, like, 'Me too!"
Zel lowered his head, and muttered to Dynast, "See what you did?"
Dynast shrugged. "What? I LIKE SWORDS! So shoot me!"
Zel sighed.
As it was convinient, Zel bumped into Gairyio.
"Hey, how come you're always RIGHT there when I need you?" Zel asked.
"Unfortunately, I'm a convienient Plot Device..." Gairyio sighed. "Kinda like a magic map or something..."
Zel sighed. "Actually, you're wrong..."
"I am?"
"You're an INconvinient Plot Device," Zel explain, "Designed to cause a person great annoyance. Just like a repeated line, deja vu, deja vu, a Dungeon Master, and deja vu" Zel cursed.
Gairyio laughed.
"Shut up, Lightbulb..." Zel sighed. "Listen, if you're a convinient Plot Device, you should be able to guide me to my Language Arts class..."
"Oui! Da! Hai! Aloha! Konnichiwa! Ectchetera!" Gairyio grinned. "Comeon!"
Zel didn't bother to point out the fact that Gairyio had just spoke a bunch of nonsense. Instead, he followed Gairyio to the second floor, and they turned into the...
"The library? Oh, no..." Zel shuddered. "Are you sure about this? How do I know you're just being as useless as an ashtray on a motorcycle right now?"
"Just trust me!" Gairyio called out, pushing Zel in.
Miyuu seemed calm, and the students were all around her.
"Ah, you're kinda late..." she sighed. "Well, the limit is not up, you do not need to be worried, I will not punish you yet..."
"Yet?"
"Just don't do it again!" Miyuu snapped. "Anyway, where were we? Oh yes... Everybody repeat after me!"
"Everybody repeat after me!" the class chimed in.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Stop that!"
"Stop that!"
"You are all angering the Great Lollipop!" Miyuu growled.
"We'll shut!" The class said in unison. Miyuu smiled.
"Alright. Repeat after me. Je voulais te voir nu..." Miyuu smiled as she said it.
Zel paused. "Déso lé, mais... A dit-tu 'Je voulais te voir nu', où est-ce que c'était seul moi?"
(Translation)
"Alright. Repeat after me. I want to see you naked..." Miyuu smiled as she said it.
Zel paused. "Sorry, but... Did you just say 'I want to see you naked', or is it just me?"
"Whichever you prefer!" Miyuu grinned sheepishly.
*THUD*
"Zel?" Gairyio pulled out two chopsticks, and prodded him.
******
Somehow, Zel managed to regain conciousness, as was convinient, just before his Free Class was to begin.
"Well, this is an interesting day... And an interesting class is coming up..." Zel smiled.
"Actually, I think the biggest surprise is waiting for you..."
Zel turned. "Dreamer, what do you want?" he pulled up a fighting stance.
"Although I'd love to, I suggest you use whatever convinient plot device necessary to get to the end of the hall..." Dreamer shrugged. "Including me, if you want..."
Zel grinned. "Okay!"
Zel jumped onto Dreamer's back. "Ride'm, Cowboy!"
Dreamer sighed. "Not only is this totally wrong looking, but I can't believe I'm letting myself do this..."
As Dreamer carried Zel to the end of the hall, Dreamer paused as he saw Z talking with some friends.
"Well, Yoshimo..." Z smiled. "Anything new?"
"Well," Yoshimo began, but didn't get to finish.
"Z, I'll have your head once I'm done with this! Putting me in a a suggestion of yaoi like this!" Dreamer shouted.
"Oh?" Z blinked. "Yoshimo, cover your eyes"
Yoshimo did. Z snapped his fingers.
For a moment, Zel felt Dreamer's lips up against his, their almost naked bodies up against each other, then it was back to normal.
"THE HELL DID YOU DO?" Dreamer shouted.
"Now, I could make it worse!" Z threatened. "So don't come whining!"
Dreamer sighed, shuddering from the memory. "Ah, hell, I've got a better way..."
Dreamer suddenly reached around, and grabbed Zel's foot, swinging him forward.
"Strike!" Dreamer tossed Zel along the ground, allowing Zel to roll down the hall.
"Can I look now?" Yoshimo asked.
"Yes"
******
Zel rolled down to the end of the hall, and found himself stuck in a locker. It shut right after he entered, and Zel had to look out the little air vents at the front.
Mihill stepped up in front of the locker, with her friends.
"Oh, you're supposed to meet him, aren't you?" Jayne asked.
Mihill nodded, from what Zel could see. There was a sudden squeal from the girls.
Zel watched, as a young man with fiery hair, although it was really all kinds of different colors, walked up to Mihill.
"You really like to die your hair, don't you?" Mihill asked. "I mean, Matson, can't you ju..."
Matson put his finger to her lips, making a 'silence' symbol. "Just shut up and kiss me..."
He leaned over and kissed Mihill, and she returned it just as forwardly.
Zel's blood, at that moment, began to boil. "Oh, they are so going to blow up with this place...
"No, wait, let's wait for Military class... That is the perfect excuse..." Zel laughed. "Yes, that'll do just fine..."
"It's the perfect cover for a school-blasting 'accident'"
The two continued the kiss, and Matson began to embrace Mihill, and he seemed to be touching her breasts with one hand...
Then Zel's temper got the better of him. He burst out of the locker.
"Step... Away... From... Her..."
Sorry for doing that whole insanity bit to you, but I had to give you SOME quirk or flaw or whatever! And sorry for messing with your hair's color! *Among other things* But I still have to put you in here, after all... ^^ You're one of my favorite characters of all time...
WARNING: There's a rather suggestive scene in this, but it's YAOI, not the normal kind. It's just suggestive, but... You have been warned!
Chapter 4: Four classes left...
Zel sighed. There really WERE four classes left - Social Studies, Language Arts (SHUDDER), a Free Block, and Militia...
Zel blinked. "Hey, mabye it'll be worth it to last out the day, I've always wanted to take a course in the art of War..."
Zel smiled deeply, and walked down to his Social Studies class.
As he walked in, class had already begun. The teacher looked at him.
"Ah, you're late!" the rather young male teacher said crossly.
"But the bell hasn't even rang yet!" Zel cried out.
"Of course it hasn't, silly!" the teacher shook his head. "Allow me to introduce myself and my policy. I am Mr. Mitso, teacher of Social Studies 11. I also happen to be a great Shaman..."
"Just get on with it..." Zel tried to ignore the floating ghost of a figure suspiciously similar to Final Fantasy's original Fighter, who's mouth was moving in a strange, constant repetitive set of words...
"I like swords... I like swords... I like swords..."
Zel sighed, and then noticed that somebody else was talking to him.
"I like swords"
"Me too"
"I like swords"
"Me too"
"I like swords"
"Me too"
"Dynast!" Zel whined.
Dynast suddenly stopped talking. "Sorry, but I was engaged in," he made quotation marks out of his fingers (A good trick if your fingers can't be reshaped!), "intelligent conversation"
"Oh, real intelligent..."
"Can I continue?" Mr. Mitso asked.
"Yeah, whatever" Zel responded.
"Well, I like swords, and..." Mr. Mitso shut his eyes. "GOD DAMNIT!"
Some of the kids in the class snickered. "Stop that, fighter!" Mr. Mitso cried out. "Anyway, I like Swords, and... Oh, for crying out swords!... ARGH!"
The class was laughing.
"Anyway, I believe that if you can get early to a class..." Mr. Mitso finished, "you should be allowed to get your Free Period earlier."
"Ah!" Zel smiled. "Sounds fair to me!"
"Now, then, it's time for our study of the French Revolution..."
Zel sat down, as Mr. Mitso began his lesson.
"Now, can anybody tell me who Marie Antoinette was?"
"Wasn't she the woman who said 'Let them eat Cake?'" Dynastu perked up.
"Not just that, she was the Queen of France, married to Louis XVI..." Amyrth smiled, taking a drink of beer.
"They both died at the hands of the Sans Culottes, the commoners..." Dynastu added.
"Via the Guillotine..." Amyrth put down his can, growling.
"Which is a machine that was used to kill over 4000 people during the Revolution..." Dynast growled back, staring at Amyrth.
"Via decapitation from a single strike of a blade..." Amyrth stared back.
"Ah, yes, cut somebody's head off, hold it up on a pike, crowd cheers, bring on next execution..." Dynastu stuck his tounge out.
"They could do 2 excecutions a minute when they were going fast..." Amyrth added.
"It was made to be a humane way of killing people..." Dynastu responded.
"Well, that'd be no fun!" Zel spat.
There was an awkward pause.
"Well, keep going!" Zel cried out, a bit nervous.
Amyrth shrugged. "Okay, where were we?"
******
Zel walked out of Socials Class, somewhat amazed. Those two had managed to keep up their argument for almost the entire class, and Zel had learned a stupidly large amount in that short time.
Zel's eyes spun, and he felt faint. "I'm not... supposed... to... be... learning!"
"And, then, he was, all, like, 'I like swords', and..." one girl was talking to another in the hall.
"I know! The other one was, like, 'Me too!"
Zel lowered his head, and muttered to Dynast, "See what you did?"
Dynast shrugged. "What? I LIKE SWORDS! So shoot me!"
Zel sighed.
As it was convinient, Zel bumped into Gairyio.
"Hey, how come you're always RIGHT there when I need you?" Zel asked.
"Unfortunately, I'm a convienient Plot Device..." Gairyio sighed. "Kinda like a magic map or something..."
Zel sighed. "Actually, you're wrong..."
"I am?"
"You're an INconvinient Plot Device," Zel explain, "Designed to cause a person great annoyance. Just like a repeated line, deja vu, deja vu, a Dungeon Master, and deja vu" Zel cursed.
Gairyio laughed.
"Shut up, Lightbulb..." Zel sighed. "Listen, if you're a convinient Plot Device, you should be able to guide me to my Language Arts class..."
"Oui! Da! Hai! Aloha! Konnichiwa! Ectchetera!" Gairyio grinned. "Comeon!"
Zel didn't bother to point out the fact that Gairyio had just spoke a bunch of nonsense. Instead, he followed Gairyio to the second floor, and they turned into the...
"The library? Oh, no..." Zel shuddered. "Are you sure about this? How do I know you're just being as useless as an ashtray on a motorcycle right now?"
"Just trust me!" Gairyio called out, pushing Zel in.
Miyuu seemed calm, and the students were all around her.
"Ah, you're kinda late..." she sighed. "Well, the limit is not up, you do not need to be worried, I will not punish you yet..."
"Yet?"
"Just don't do it again!" Miyuu snapped. "Anyway, where were we? Oh yes... Everybody repeat after me!"
"Everybody repeat after me!" the class chimed in.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Stop that!"
"Stop that!"
"You are all angering the Great Lollipop!" Miyuu growled.
"We'll shut!" The class said in unison. Miyuu smiled.
"Alright. Repeat after me. Je voulais te voir nu..." Miyuu smiled as she said it.
Zel paused. "Déso lé, mais... A dit-tu 'Je voulais te voir nu', où est-ce que c'était seul moi?"
(Translation)
"Alright. Repeat after me. I want to see you naked..." Miyuu smiled as she said it.
Zel paused. "Sorry, but... Did you just say 'I want to see you naked', or is it just me?"
"Whichever you prefer!" Miyuu grinned sheepishly.
*THUD*
"Zel?" Gairyio pulled out two chopsticks, and prodded him.
******
Somehow, Zel managed to regain conciousness, as was convinient, just before his Free Class was to begin.
"Well, this is an interesting day... And an interesting class is coming up..." Zel smiled.
"Actually, I think the biggest surprise is waiting for you..."
Zel turned. "Dreamer, what do you want?" he pulled up a fighting stance.
"Although I'd love to, I suggest you use whatever convinient plot device necessary to get to the end of the hall..." Dreamer shrugged. "Including me, if you want..."
Zel grinned. "Okay!"
Zel jumped onto Dreamer's back. "Ride'm, Cowboy!"
Dreamer sighed. "Not only is this totally wrong looking, but I can't believe I'm letting myself do this..."
As Dreamer carried Zel to the end of the hall, Dreamer paused as he saw Z talking with some friends.
"Well, Yoshimo..." Z smiled. "Anything new?"
"Well," Yoshimo began, but didn't get to finish.
"Z, I'll have your head once I'm done with this! Putting me in a a suggestion of yaoi like this!" Dreamer shouted.
"Oh?" Z blinked. "Yoshimo, cover your eyes"
Yoshimo did. Z snapped his fingers.
For a moment, Zel felt Dreamer's lips up against his, their almost naked bodies up against each other, then it was back to normal.
"THE HELL DID YOU DO?" Dreamer shouted.
"Now, I could make it worse!" Z threatened. "So don't come whining!"
Dreamer sighed, shuddering from the memory. "Ah, hell, I've got a better way..."
Dreamer suddenly reached around, and grabbed Zel's foot, swinging him forward.
"Strike!" Dreamer tossed Zel along the ground, allowing Zel to roll down the hall.
"Can I look now?" Yoshimo asked.
"Yes"
******
Zel rolled down to the end of the hall, and found himself stuck in a locker. It shut right after he entered, and Zel had to look out the little air vents at the front.
Mihill stepped up in front of the locker, with her friends.
"Oh, you're supposed to meet him, aren't you?" Jayne asked.
Mihill nodded, from what Zel could see. There was a sudden squeal from the girls.
Zel watched, as a young man with fiery hair, although it was really all kinds of different colors, walked up to Mihill.
"You really like to die your hair, don't you?" Mihill asked. "I mean, Matson, can't you ju..."
Matson put his finger to her lips, making a 'silence' symbol. "Just shut up and kiss me..."
He leaned over and kissed Mihill, and she returned it just as forwardly.
Zel's blood, at that moment, began to boil. "Oh, they are so going to blow up with this place...
"No, wait, let's wait for Military class... That is the perfect excuse..." Zel laughed. "Yes, that'll do just fine..."
"It's the perfect cover for a school-blasting 'accident'"
The two continued the kiss, and Matson began to embrace Mihill, and he seemed to be touching her breasts with one hand...
Then Zel's temper got the better of him. He burst out of the locker.
"Step... Away... From... Her..."