I'm surprised someone actually…. REVIEWED!! Thank you sooo much Sami the archangel!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. (:sobs: what joykill)
Characters from Fruits basket: But we belong to Natsuki Takaya! So you HAVE to say it!
Disclaimer: don't remind me. I still get to do whatever I want with you… (evil glint in eye)
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"HUUUUUAHHHH!" somebody screamed. "Where is that guy? He would make a great addition to the team!!! We lost him!"
"Yeah, it was your fault. Yes, that day, you had to read the book Captain Underpants on your shift to watch him, and you just had to go to a shoe store and order a cheeseburger. Are you an idiot or what?"
"I'm a what."
"What?"
"You said I was an idiot or a what. I think I'm a what… hopefully that's better."
"Oi… thank goodness you're only the goon and I'm the leader."
"Hey… what does that mean?"
"Cheeseburgers and fries."
"Really? You remind me… I'm hungry… can we get a milkshake?"
"I was kidding."
"About what?"
A guy with brown hair shot him an aggravated look. The other guy stared back blankly at him.
"Sooo? Is that a yes or no? Or perhaps it's a maybe so?" The other guy had to be the stupidest on the team. He wasn't trusted alone… the rest of the troupe were scouting. They were part of the Red Silver Fangs, on the lookout for Phillip Ko or his sister. At midnight sharp, the other 6 members returned, not finding their man.
"Bah! Forget it, it's useless. America is too big to scout across. Heck, this one city is too much." The leader sighed. The idiot replied, still thinking about the previous question,
"Can we please get the milkshake?"
"No, we cannot."
"PLEASE?!"
"No."
"Please?!"
"Maybe—"
"Really?!"
"Not…" the leader then said "C'mon, let's go to Japan. There must be some goons to hire over there."
"Why not Chicago? Or some other big city?"
"Those who are willing have already been hired in the big city. Besides, we need MARTIAL ARTS!! And what better place to start the search than where it was originated?"
"I don't think it was originated…"
"Just—shut---up… kung-fu is Asian, and we're going to Asian community, already," the leader's voice going terribly low.
"But what about… the clothes? It's so stylish!" a member muttered.
"And cute!" another added.
"It's… DISGUSTING!" they cried in unison.
Back at Kaibara High school:
"So, you are Hanajima-san? Friend of Tohru-san? Nice to meet you." Philip greeted. His younger sister was in the freshman classes. Class was seriously an ace. He could sleep through class and still figure out what to do on the homework. The teacher seemed to be a great teacher, but the topics were too simple and elaborated for its own good.
"Psss… Yuki fan girl…" Phillip whispered to the girl next to him.
"What did you say?" she asked, not hearing what he had said. Unfortunately, she said it a little too loud.
"Miss Motoso… please stand outside and learn not to talk while I talk." The girl looked annoyed because she hadn't done anything in particular. She attempted a death glare at Phillip. The girl could do them well enough to scare some people. Instead, it just cracked Phillip up like crazy. He tried to hold it in, but he burst out laughing, rolling on the floor, and clutching his stomach from the workout he was giving it.
"BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! OH, PLEASE, GIVE ME THAT LOOK AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Mr. Ko! Please stand outside for disrupting the class." Perfect… Phillip thought. Not that Phillip had laughed on purpose. He was going to find a way to stand in the corridors too anyways.
"So, Miss Motoso, why are you a Yuki Sohma fan girl? Hmmm? Because it looks like your unhealthily obsessed. Seriously. No offense. Well, actually, yes offense, but that's beside the point." Phillip said, looking a little too happy for someone who was kicked out of the classroom.
"He needs someone to keep track of him! So girls like that tramp Toh—"
"What? So you're his agent? How much are you paid? I could do that for Yuki, if there's pay… I could be his… OVERSEER!"
"No! It's not like that! We maintain who he goes out with and stuff, because Yuki is ours! Ours!"
"Last I heard, peoples weren't objects. Unless that has changed in the last second or two."
"Whatever, Chinese Freak." She said growling in her throat.
"Well, that's me for sure!!" Phillip cried, bursting out with glee. "I think I'm going to pass the time by singing. Now, to the tune of O Christmas Tree:
O Motoso-san O Motoso-san,
Why did you choose to fart?
You must've eaten lots a cheese
And a BOWL of STINKY BEANS!
O Motoso-san, O Motoso-san,
Why did you choose to fart?"
"What the…? That was just weird."
"There's plenty more to hear! Would you like to listen to Row, row, row your boat?
Row, row, row you boat, gently down the stream,
Throw Motoso-san overboard and listen to her scream,
Five days later---" A/N: Dang… that's really old
"PLEASE! SHUT THE HELL UP!" The girl shrieked. A teacher from another class looked out sternly.
"Please, miss, quiet down! Or else take a trip to the Headmaster's office!" When the teacher shut the door again, Phillip let free the snickers suppressed is this throat.
"You! You annoying little BUTT-MUNCH! GAAHH!" And Motoso-san started chasing after Phillip. With happiness when she lunged for him, he stepped aside for her to crash. CRASH! Phillip peeked into classroom 1-D. Turns out the whole class, even the teacher, was eavesdropping on the interesting episode.
"Thank you very much," Uo said. "That was better than beating the crap out of them… although I'd still like to do it, the way they keep messing with Tohru…" Phillip smiled at her and replied,
"Thanks for the compliment. Can I come back in now?" Behind the door Motoso lunged again, but Phillip simply lifted his feet up to as high so it almost touched the ceiling.
"Ooof," the Yuki fan girl groaned.
"Sure," the class piped.
In Phillip went, and shut the door in Motoso's face.
Yuki watched. Interesting. He looked so happy that it's like he's covering for something. Yuki was sure of it.
Kyo was still holding a mean grudge against Phillip. After school ended, Kyo walked home with the gang.
"I will get that retarded ass-wipe!" he hollered.
"Yes, it has the same probability of defeating me…" Yuki said, bored.
Since Phillip and Adrienne lived on the same path, obviously they would meet up.
"Fire-head, you look mentally disturbed. Are you okay? If you really want to get me then get me. I'm right here. Well, we're walking, so my place isn't the same, but anyways, I'm here." Phillip announced as he sped up with them, as though out of nowhere.
"YOU!--- you have to be so stupid! I'm mad at you! You're supposed to hate me back!" Kyo managed to seeth out from his teeth.
"Have you met my sister yet? This is Adrienne!" Phillip chimed. They said their hellos and Tohru called her "cute"… about 17 times. Phillip counted. Yuki gave a friendly, polite smile and Kyo just sneered and said, "Hey…"
Phillip suddenly darted off with Adrienne so no one could follow them home. He leapt in trees and bushes, but they three: Tohru, Yuki, and Kyo were awed by the fact that he disappeared so suddenly.
"Phew… why did we do that, Phil?" Adrienne said.
"So no one could follow us! What happened if those three saw us? We're probably trespassing!" Phil exasperated. They lied down in their comfy bed. They had made a cottony substance from the fluffy strings of this plant. The cool air breezed through them on the warm summer's night. The entire cabin (which wasn't' much) was filled with happy, good thoughts.
"Yo, boss! Do we have to go to Japan? What about the samurais?" A Red Silver Fang member questioned, shaken from the thought that they were on a plane ticket to Japan.
"Goodness… am I the only sensible one around here? Samurais are outdated, they don't exist, already, just cut it out!" The brown-haired leader said, using the tone of a grown-up teaching some to read; simple and efficient. "Geez… was Phillip Ko really worth spending the whole day trying to get tickets?
FLASHBACK
"So… wanna hook up somewhere? Leave the train ticket stand open? Nothing happens anyways…"
"I'm a man. I'm not gay." That was a disaster.
The leader, Masterson, finally hooked up with a girl to leave the train ticket stand opened, but then they realized that they couldn't get a train ticket from America to Japan. They went to the airport and had to write and actually give the lady a check just for tickets! Pah. How can eight tickets cost $7,000? It was a fake check but just the same. The effort of writing it was still there. And now the annoying flight to Japan…
END
"Jeez, boss, hopes it works out. We're finally getting out."
The 8-person crew stepped out of the Kaibara airport, on the keen lookout for Phillip.
A/N: Is that considered a cliffie? Ah well… thanks for anyone who reviewed!!!