Thank you to my two beloved readers/reviewers! This week, I've been doing lots of homework, and I had to do plenty of stuff
on Israel and Jewish people's ancient history. Yeah... So, read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Furuba, but I can still do whatever I want with them!

Furuba characters: I do not like that look on her face.

Phillip: But she owns me! Myah. Along with Adrienne and her pretty Red Silver Gang. Why can't you remember that, you

buffoon?

Bird: Hey! I created you! Show some respect.

"Boss..." one of the cronies of Masterson whimpered. Quite pathetically, may I add, for a gang member. They were stationed outside

a kung-fu place near the Kaibara airport. Then, the class for the 5th degree blackbelts ended, so a line of strong-looking blackbelts

peeps filed out. The dumb one who said he was a what approached them, wanting to directly ask if he wanted to join their gang. He

had purple hair that grew to his shoulders, with a black leather shirt that had spikes on the collar. The look was obviously a reason

enough for the blackbelt guy to send him with his eyes staring at the floor. POW!

"Oh! Oh! OOWWW--" he howled. The others immediately got frightened.

"Stay... I said STAY!" Masterson grunted. They would keep on doing this until they found someone willing.

Phillip met a emotionless looking boy called Haru at school, along with a cheery little fellow named Momiji. He was talking to Momiji

happily in German. Kyo gaped at him.

"Where the hell did he learn German?!" He asked to no one in particular. Adrienne came up from behind and said,

"Oh, he taught this guy Swahili."

"Where the hell did he learn SWAHILI?"

"By teaching this guy Hindu."

"WHAT?!"

"Well, it goes on like that, but it started when he taught this guy Chinese when he was six." Adrienne finished her line of thought, and

sat down. Haru got out of the classroom black, after the teacher had told him off in front of the entire class.

"Hey, who the hell are you talking to, Momiji?" He said, stalking up to the two.

"Oh! This is Phillip. You remember him right? You met last wee--" Momiji didn't finish.

"Look, you just piss me off right now, talking to everybody all casual, okay, Phil?" Haru interjected. Talk about rude, Phillip thought.

Not at all like the last time I met Hatsuharu. Haru tried to give a punch, as though to make the lesson stay knocked into his head. But,

while the punch was in midair, it stopped as Phillip pinched him above his left shoulder. Black Haru's eyes went all droopy, and he

dropped to the floor. All the bystanders panicked.

"Haru-san! Haru-san! Are you all right? Oh, dear..." Tohru muttered, shaking him.

"He's DEAD! Call the ambulance! Quick, call the am--" someone cried. But, he was cut off by an unusual SNOOOOORE.

Tohru looked relieved.

"Thank goodness, he's not dead! He's just sleepy." Tohru giggled.

Kyo glared at Phillip.

"How the crap did you do that? What the hell did you do?" Kyo shouted at Phillip. Phillip looked mock-serene and replied,

"The vein that runs above your left shoulder makes you sleepy. And if i'm correct... this will wake him up again! Hopefully, he'll be

more calm..." Phillip turned Haru over on his stomach and pressed somewhere on his back. Haru woke up with a start.

"You! I'm gonna grind you and beat you to a bloody pulp!" Black Haru snarled.

"Ok... back to sleep with you!" Phillip said happily. Haru plopped back down in blissful peace. All the students watching fell down

from the shock of his cheery actions. That was weird, they thought. Only Tohru hadn't ffallen down, and she looked left and right.

"Ahh! Was it something that I did? I-I-I'm so sorry!!" Tohru looked worried as she tried to help everyone up.

"It's okay, Miss Honda, it wasn't your fault," Yuki said calmly, brushing himself up. He looked suspiciously and Phillip. Where did he

learn to do that?

"Sis... we're low on cash again. I'm going to do a performance at the kung-fu place for some money, unless you'd rather we eat these

funny looking prickly, smelly, rotten-looking, filthy, horri---"

"I get the point. Go do the performance." Adrienne sighed. "Thanks Bro... our teacher gave us extra homework."

Phillip took some things and jogged to the kung-fu studio. He went face-to-face with Masterson, waiting patiently at the classroom.

Okay, gotta go! You know the drill! Review! Bye!