The Dog-StewCollege Fiasco
By ArtikGato
Disclaimer: If I owned Excel Saga, there would at least have been a kiss scene between Excel and Ilpalazzo at the end! But there wasn't, so I have to resort to writing fanfiction! Ha!!
Author's Notes: Not much to say about this one. It's almost twice as long as the first chapter. I'm putting Misaki, Watanabe, Iwata and Sumiyoshi in the story and everyone's favorite rock-star Key makes an appearance. Oh and to my two reviewers (I am ashamed...oh well sigh), thanks for reviewing, and it was my original intention to make Ilpalazzo jealous...wait and find out how! (insert diabolical laughter here). Sorry for all of my self-insertion in this fic, but at least I didn't make myself a MAJOR CHARACTER cough Nabeshin cough. Okay, that's it.
NOTE: Simaki Tasuymya = Misaki Matsuya spelled funkily.
NOTE2: to avoid confusion, a line of Q' s will go across the page to indicate a scene change.
Chapter Two: Summer's Over
"Yay Inunabe! Go Dog Stew!" Excel shouted cheerfully, three months later. She set down a box marked "Excel's Junks" in what appeared to be a dormitory. Hyatt walked up beside her and she too set down a box.
"It's hard to believe you used to hate this school, Excel." she commented.
"Yeah, well, things change. People change, Hatchan," Excel replied. "Now, where's my wonderfully scrumptious Ilpalazzo?" Excel asked herself, somewhat rabidly.
The two of them were standing in a large room, half of which was lined with couches, chairs, and an entertainment center, and the other half of which was a kitchen. Five doors led out of this room, one standing wide open and leading to the outside, one halfway open and clearly marked 'bathroom', and three others, unmarked and shut.
"Okay, Hatchan! Are you ready to open your door and step into your new room?!" Excel asked. Hyatt nodded enthusiastically.
"But I wonder who our other roommate is?" Hyatt asked.
"Simaki Tasumya...or something." she replied, picking up her box. Hyatt followed suit. Excel walked up to one door, while Hyatt chose the door just next to it. They looked at eachother, nodded, and opened their doors at the same time.
About and hour and a half later, Excel and Hyatt emerged from their now completely unpacked rooms and sat on the couch, exhausted. Hyatt promptly fell asleep. Excel looked over at her, sighed, and got up, walking into her room. She emerged after a few minutes with a sticky note that read "Hatchan, went to look for my future husband, hee hee, be back sooner or later, hopefully later. Say hi to our roommate for me if she shows up. Oh, and LOVE AND PEACE!!", which she stuck to Hyatt's hand before leaving.
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Excel skipped down the sidewalk, whacking random people with her arms which she was flailing about, or if you were unlucky enough not to get knocked down by her flailing arms she stomped on you. This was, of course, unintentional, but the stupid people in front of her really needed to get out of her way so she could go see Ilpala! She suddenly stopped.
"Come to think of it, how am I gonna find Ilpala?" she asked herself.
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After just thirty minutes, Misaki Matsuya had managed to load all of her light and medium items into her dormitory, and she was proud of that, though also a little weirded out as the strange blue-haired girl sleeping on the couch had yet to wake up, no matter how many times she shook her, and no matter how much noise she made moving in. Now she was starting on the heavy stuff, a task she had been dreading.
She was hauling a rather large and heavy box of clothes toward the building when she found herself about to drop the box. She found herself confused when the box didn't hit the ground.
"Let me help you with that! A delicate lady like you shouldn't be carrying this all by yourself!" exclaimed a tallish man with spiky brown hair.
"Thank you, but just who are you?" Misaki asked, a little annoyed.
"Just call me Iwata! I'm here to help the needy, and so are my trusty sidekicks!" the man exclaimed.
"Who are you drafting into your little chick pickup scheme?!" demanded an angry voice from the left. Misaki turned to see two other men, one who was skinny and had longish black hair, and the other who was a larger gentleman, wearing glasses and with short brown hair.
-Yeah, and who said we're your trusty sidekicks?- appeared in the form of subtitles beside the larger gentleman.
"Come on guys, aren't you going to help a lady in need of help?" Iwata asked/pleaded.
"I don't need any help. I can get it on my own," Misaki replied.
"Sure you can, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind free help, would you?" Iwata asked. Misaki shrugged.
"Fine by me, if they'll help," she said.
"Fine, I'll help," the black haired man grumbled.
-Me too.-
"I'm Watanabe, by the way, and this is Sumiyoshi," the black-haired man replied, as he and the other man picked up similar boxes to help.
"My dormitory is 7A, just up the stairs and to the left!" Misaki exclaimed.
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Watanabe grumbled as he drug an excessively heavy box of what could only be rocks up the stairs in the dormitory complex.
"Why did that stupid Iwata get us into this? Just to pick up some chick he barely even knows? And, more importantly, WHY DID I AGREE TO HELP?!"
He finally made it to Dormitory 7A, and drug the box of bricks (but then again, even bricks didn't weigh as much as this) into the room, and into the first empty space he could find. He wiped sweat from his brow and stopped to catch his breath.
"Come on, I've still got to carry my chair and my computer up here!" Misaki exclaimed, and exited, followed promptly like Iwata, and gradually by Sumiyoshi. Watanabe, exhausted, annoyed and thoroughly ready to murder Iwata for getting him into this, sat down in a chair to help catch his breath. He looked around the room, and his eyes lighted on a figure sleeping on the couch nearby. Bubbles appeared around him and strange piano music began to play.
"Who is this blue-haired goddess?" he asked himself, getting up and moving toward the couch without knowing it. Hyatt suddenly woke up, and stretched, opening her eyes and seeing Watanabe. Now, a normal person would have reached with surprise, fear and shock to open their eyes from a long sleep and see someone they had never met before in their dormitory, I'm sure, but that wasn't the sleepyhead Hyatt's reaction, nosiree.
"Oh, hello. I don't know what you're doing here since this is a girls' dormitory, but I'm sure you have a good reason for being here. I'm Hyatt," she introduced.
"I'm...W-w-watanabe," he stuttered, completely stunned by her beauty.
"Watanabe huh? So why are you here?" she asked, smiling. Watanabe's face instantly went twenty shades redder than it had been to start with.
"Huh? Oh, I'm helping your roommate Misaki move in..." he trailed off. Hyatt looked around and noticed the profuse amount of boxes and furniture stacked around her.
"Oh, is Miss Matsuya here already?" she asked.
"Yeah, in fact, she should be back any minute..." Watanabe trailed off, as Hyatt suddenly discovered the note attached to her hand.
"Oh, Excel left me a note!" she exclaimed, removing the note from her hand and reading it as best she could (Excel's handwriting isn't the best in the world).
"Watanabe, are you up here?" Iwata called, and suddenly came through the doorway, toting a large computer monitor, with help from Sumiyoshi.
"Just set it down in that chair, boys!" Misaki exclaimed, and they did so. She appeared in the doorway, keyboard in one hand, and mouse and random cords in the other.
"Good job, guys!" she said, and then noticed Hyatt. "Oh! You're awake! I was beginning to worry. I'm Misaki Matsuya, your roommate," Misaki introduced.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Matsuya, I'm Hyatt Ayasugi," Hyatt replied.
"Hyatt Ayasugi! I will carve it into my heart forever and cherish that name for all eternity!" Watanabe thought, as little birds holding banners that said 'Love!' on them flew around his head.
"Misaki Matsuya! I will carve it into my heart and forever cherish that name for all eternity!" Iwata thought, as drunken looking ostriches ran in crazy loops around his head holding banners that said 'Sex!'. Sumiyoshi rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please, drop the formalities and call me Misaki," she said.
"Okay, Misaki!" Iwata exclaimed. Misaki turned and glared at him.
"YOU can call me Matsuya until I TELL you that you can call me Misaki!!" she hissed. Iwata drew back away from her, slightly afraid.
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"Aww man! Excel looked all over campus, but there's no sign of my wonderfully bishounen Ilpalazzo!" Excel whined. "Excel is sad...but why is Excel talking in third person? Excel thinks she'll have to stop that..."
Excel marched up the stairs of her dormitory, defeatedly. On her way up, she looked up to find a group of strange people (including three guys, which was odd as this was the girls' dormitory) heading down toward her. One, the one in the front, was a girl with brown hair in a ponytail. A man with spiky brown hair trailed behind her much like a lovesick puppy, and behind him was a larger man wearing glasses. Behind them...
"Hatchan? You're awake?" Excel asked, stopping on the stairs. Hyatt waved.
"Oh, hello Excel!" she called.
"Where are you going, and who are these people?" Excel asked, turning around and joining Hyatt as she was about to pass Excel.
"Well, this is our roommate, Misaki Matsuya, and these three gentlemen are students here who were nice enough to help her move into our dormitory." Hyatt explained.
"And am I to assume that you are Excel Excel, my other roommate?" Misaki asked. Excel nodded.
"So, where are you all going?" Excel asked, directing her question mostly in Hyatt's direction.
"We're going to have lunch and look around campus!" answered the spiky haired man.
"Okay...and just who are you three guys?" Excel inquired.
"Sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Iwata, this is Sumiyoshi, and that loser back there-"
"Hey!" a black-haired man cut Iwata off from behind Hyatt.
"Sorry, sorry." Iwata replied. "That's Watanabe."
"Okay, so where are we going for lunch?"
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Excel gobbled down her lunch much like a ravenous beast, even going so far as to growl menacingly at Iwata when he attempted to "borrow" a piece of chicken from her plate.
"So, Misaki, what are you studying here?" Iwata asked, between bites.
"Please don't call me by my first name..." Misaki answered, with a distinctly 'I'm gonna axemurder you' tone. "And I'm going into Criminal Justice, thank you."
"Oh, so you wanna be a cop?" Excel asked.
"Yeah, something like that. What about you two?" Misaki asked, directing her question to Excel and Hyatt. They looked at eachother, and simultaneously...
"Not a clue!"
"Wow, we don't know what we're going to study yet either, do we Watanabe?" Iwata asked.
"No..." Watanabe replied, sweatdropping. Misaki looked at Sumiyoshi.
"And you?" she asked.
-I'm going into medicine.- appeared in subtitles hovering next to him.
"I wonder what Ilpala's studying?" Excel wondered aloud.
"Ilpala?" Misaki asked.
"Am I to assume you didn't find him?" Hyatt asked, smiling apologetically.
"Yeah...oh well, I've got all year, y'know," Excel sighed.
"Him? Oh, so you have a boyfriend, eh?" Misaki asked, half-teasingly. Excel blushed and waved her hands around madly in front of her face.
"No, no not a boyfriend...yet..." Excel replied, sheepishly.
"Excel met Ilpala while we were still looking for which college we wanted to attend, and she developed quite a crush on him," Hyatt explained, giggling at her friend as Excel slowly turned tomato colored.
Excel's embarrassment was sadly interrupted by the strum of an electric guitar.
"What's that?" Iwata asked. A rock song began to play, as everyone eating in the outdoor cafeteria area looked around for the source. A spotlight, from out of nowhere, lighted on a blonde man wearing red straps in the place of a shirt and red pants, who was playing an electric guitar.
"Who is that?" Watanabe asked.
"His pants don't have a back!!" Iwata shouted in horror and disgust.
"He's so...hot!" Excel and Misaki chorused, with hearts in their eyes (Excel was drooling). Hyatt acquired a slightly pink blush and nodded. Watanabe and Iwata fell out of their chairs and started to cry as if their lives were over.
"No fair!!" Watanabe wailed.
"How does that blonde, guitar-playing weirdo wearing backless pants get all the attention?!" Iwata demanded.
-That's life...- Sumiyoshi consoled.
The blonde-haired musician finished his song, leapt off of the table he had been standing on (much to the relief of the guy sitting behind where the musician was standing), and ran off through the crowd (much to the disappointment of all of the girls--and even a few guys--in the audience.)
"That was a very long sentence," Hyatt pointed out.
"Didn't I tell you guys to stop referencing the fourth wall?!"
"Who was that guy?" Excel asked, awestruck, dumbstruck and starstruck.
"Who knows?" Misaki asked.
"Who CARES?!" Iwata demanded, disgruntled.