FW: (has a HUGE cast on her right hand, the one that was cut up) ………
Yusuke: All that over a tiny cut?
FW: It is NOT tiny!
Hiei: I can expand it for you….
Kurama: No you can't. (referring to how FW can't be hurt in her "territory", which is where she writes)
Hiei: Hn.
FW: And I seriously don't need another distraction! Midterms are coming up, AND ALGEBRA MAKES NO SENCE!
Kuwabara: Midterms! Noooooooooooooooo!
Botan: Relax. There hers, not yours.
Kuwabara: Phew! What a relief.
FW: And now a note to a reviewer: sillylittlenothing-san, I feel so bad for you! I base a lot of this off my band, and we all really do stick up for each other! I've seen 200 band kids stick up for a freshman they'd known less than two weeks against a teacher! Teach had no idea what he was in for….
Kurama: All the band students happened to be in the same place at the same time?
FW: Yeah… I've got a weird school. And to answer another question: I'm not going to have any real romance between characters. Tsoy will be an exception to the yoai rule, but he won't be hitting on any Yu Yu character.
Yusuke: Good to know.
Kurama: I agree. After Karasu, I think I've had enough!
FW: And there won't be any romance between an oc and Yu Yu. They "stay with their own species", so to speak. Well, except Joane, and I've got my own plans for him….
Botan: Oh dear.
FW: So now, without further ado!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, or that War song from the chapter name.
START"You need to stop this foolishness now!" Mr. Nesul cried. It was the next day, and word of the "band war" had traveled quickly. There were two sides to the war, all the brass sections on one, and basically everything else on the other.
"We're not going to get anywhere if we battle each other!" Mr. Nesul added to the assembled band during his class. "We won't even survive the next round. We need to trust each other, be a true band! We need to end this now, before it gets out of hand."
In response, a trombone blew a spitball.
Mr. Nesul sighed. This wasn't going to end quickly.
Kuwabara looked to his left, seeing how his section was on theright side of the room, or was now. Once the war had begun, all brass players had claimed the right side of the square shaped classroom. On his left, he could easily cut the band in half, as it already was. All the other sections stayed clear of them, making a visible line down the center.
"When this class is over, I'm gonna get a sandwich," he thought, not paying attention at all, and, as usual, distracted by his stomach.
Mia sat in a red chair, arms folded and glaring. Having been one of the two to start the war, she was the leader of her side. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she thought over her battle plans. Then realized she didn't have any. A large sweatdrop appeared on her head. "Well, there'll be time later," she reasoned inside her head, "and if all else fails, I can always kidnap one of them." Satisfied with her thoughts, she leaned back, and glared even more heatedly.
As for the other general, it was the other person who started the war, Tac. Like Mia, she had no clue what to do next, but unlike Mia, she had a powerful influence. Sitting next to her, was none other than Flactem. Such an important section leader would normally not even be allowed by the rest of his section to sit next to a lowly freshman, but the times had changed. He was her "advisor", but everyone knew he'd be pulling most strings.
His eyes narrowed slightly. He knew Mia was dangerous, and had no intention of surrendering. Butif HE tried to end it, she would put horrible limits on all of the brass, which he wasn't going to let happen. His only plan for action, was to keep everyone from "doing anything stupid" and wait for things to die down.
By this time, Mr. Nesul had given up trying to create peace, and simply decided to start the practice. The percussion in the very back of the room picked up their sticks and mallets, all the wind and brass players lifted their instruments. Well, except one baritone, who wasn't paying attention. Being the section directly in front of the percussion, who alone couldn't move to a side forthe war, being so huge, he could easily hear them snicker.
The same young baritone player accidentally squeaked loudly during his rest, making the rest of the baritones think it was there turn to play, and so they did.
A junior bass drummer walked forward slightly, and banged the mallets on each of their heads.
"Misky!" Mr. Nesul yelled, rage and shock taking over.
"Sorry, thought they were drums…." The drummer, Misky, muttered innocently.
"Oh come on! Even YOU'RE not that stupid!" A sousaphone countered.
"Are you saying we're dumb!" A snare player stood up, taking immediate offense.
"Well I guess it's not your fault," Tac stood now, against Flactem's wishes, "all drummers are stupid."
"THAT'S IT!" Mia screeched, her voice horribly high, "YOU KNOW THIS MEANS WAR!"
"It's BEEN war," Yusuke whispered in her ear.
"Whose side are you on?"
"The side that wins."
"Good. Ours."
"Uh… so are we gonna fight or what?" Tac asked, familiar feelings of confusion coursing through her veins.
"No one is going to fight!" The teacher said, knowing full well he couldn't stop them.
"Yeah. Yeah we are," the percussion leader said slowly, grabbing her mallets as a weapon. Then… she charged! Straight for the nearest target, the baritones.
Not wanting to hurt their precious instruments, they retaliated with their instrument CASES, which was a lot bigger and more painful that two mallets.
Kurama had the feeling of da sha vou then, remembering far to well the brawl yesterday, but this time, there was no way for him to back out. A clarinet sophomore came for him, and though he kept his style strictly on defense to keep the other boy injured, he knew that there would be some casualties on both sides.
Yusuke was also battling a clarinetist, the one who he'd stolen the instrument from on his first day of school, as luck would have it. "You're going to pay for taking Clari!" He yelled, as the detective easily blocked a wild punch.
Yusuke wasn't impressed. "You named your clarinet?" He asked, an eyebrow raised as he dodged a poorly aimed kick.
The boy turned a bright crimson, "What of it?"
"…I think it's best if I knocked some sense back into you…."
Kuwabara, not really knowing what was going on, having not paid attention, attacked a small band kid, thinking it would be an easy win. How tough could a midget be? Had he been looking closer, he may have realized he didn't just pick a small kid, but the smallest.
The "midget", Hiei, sensing a giant fist come slamming down at him, turned and caught the offensive object in one hand. Narrowing his eyes into a steelier glare, he asked slowly, "What do you think you're doing?"
Kuwabara laughed nervously, wanting to keep his hand, "Well, you were closest, and I wasn't thinking-"
"I believe that."
"Do you want me to beat you up on purpose?" Kuwabara roared.
Hiei rolled his eyes, but noticed a bells player behind the oaf, a mallet on it's way toward the oblivious human's skull.
Without thinking, Hiei released his former victim, and caught the mallet before it could do damage. Squeezing, he broke it in half.
Kuwabara looked back at his would be attacker, then back at Hiei. "You… saved me?"
Hiei turned and left to find another opponent without commenting.
Botan was locked in combat with a senior girl trumpet, and losing. Her instrument case was much smaller, and she could only just parry the attacks before they reached her. "I knew I should have brought my baseball bat…" she groaned mentally.
The slight distraction her thoughts brought her turned out to be dangerous. The trumpeter knocked her case out of her hands, and lifted the case to give another blow.
The ferry girl closed her eyes, preparing for the attack that never came.
She opened her eyes to find Joane blocking for her with one arm, taking the hit without a second thought. He then took a fighter's stance, indicating that if the other girl didn't leave now, he WOULD fight her.
The brass player took the hint and hurried off.
Botan looked to her savior, "Thank you," she said, not sure what else to say, "I, I don't know how to repay you…."
"I do," Joane said, looking back at her.
"Oh?" Botan asked, not knowing where he was taking this.
"Go on a date with me." She sweatdropped.
As for Mia and Tac? Tac had been avoiding contact with everyone, looking for the other general. She DESPERATELY wanted a rematch. But Mia was nowhere to be found.
Mr. Nesul, using a megaphone usually reserved for outside practice, now used it to stop the mayhem. "ANYONE CAUGHT FIGHTING FROM THIS POINT ON HAS A DETENTION!" He yelled. All ruckus stopped.
"Go back to your seats," he ordered. Everyone grudgingly did so.
"He never threatens," Kuwabara heard a saxophone player murmur worriedly. He looked at the speaker, expecting to see Tsoy, and surprised when not only was Tsoy not saying anything, but he wasn't even in sight!
Mr. Nesul calmed down, "Sorry. Can we practice again?" He lifted his arms to conduct, but stopped short when he noticed Mia not with her section, or even in the room.
"Where's Tsoy?" Kuwabara could be heard asking.
It slowly sunk in. Mia was gone. And she'd taken Tsoy with her.
ENDFW: So it continues. Sorry if Hiei's a little out of character, but I think he'd save Kuwabara's life if it came down to it.
Hiei: No.
FW: ...And soa new DARKER part of the story's coming up, focusing on Mia, Tsoy, and Joane. In that order. I think.
Kuwabara: Mia kidnapped Tsoy? We have to get him back!
Yusuke: What? He's just a sax.
Botan: Yusuke you jerk!
Kuwabara: I can't believe I'm saying this… but hurry up with the next chapter so we can save him!
FW: Heh heh…
Kurama: Planning something evil?
FW: Nope. No idea what I'm gonna do now!
All the Yu Yu gang: (sweatdrop)
FW: So, my trademark message. If you want to review, ok, if not, fine too. And if ya wanna flame, make my day! I'll take it in stride!
