Guy: You just wrote a story. What's the point of writing another?

HD: The previous chapter was too short, so it is my duty as a great author to keep my audience happy.

Guy: You consider yourself a great author?

HD: ...Where is my nanchaku?

Guy: The same place your hammer, grappling hook, shuriken, knives, iron bar, tennis racket, drum stick, and plastic clarinet is. Who knows you wannabe ninja.

HD: Shut up and ninjas are better than samurai.

Guy: I take offence to that!

HD: Shut up and read the disclaimer.

Guy: Stupid here doesn't own the characters, Nintendo and Camelot does.

HD: Nintendo owns your soul.

Mia finished her early morning shower and headed back to her room. It was 6:58. That gave her 20 minutes to get dressed five minutes to eat breakfast and less than 42 minutes to get to school. Mia gave a sigh as she wished her dad bought a small house close to the school rather than an oversized mansion 5 miles away. The trouble wasn't the distance she had to travel, she had a bike. The trouble was her school had a uniform policy which involved skirts. The trouble was skirts had the tendency to get caught in the wind. In Mia's case, it did, more than 50 of the time.

After drying herself off and combing her hair, she walked to her dresser to get her uniform and her undergarments. Before she could get dressed, Isaac bursted into the room.

"Master, your breakfast is ready." The pair stared at each other before Mia took the first course of action. She threw her comb at Isaac, hitting him between the eyes.

"What did I tell you about entering my room?"

"Knock first?"

"No, don't enter unless you're told to."

"My apologies Master. Do you need help getting dressed?" Mia gave her answer by pushing Isaac outside the room and slamming the door in his face.

After breakfast and at school . . .

"Isaac, I can't believe you ran 5 miles to follow me to school," Mia sighed as she locked her bike to the fence.

"I'm to be with you all the time."

"Well, I don't think the teachers will let you stay in the same classes with me." The two headed to the school office, where Mia would resume her duties as the student body's vice-president. Outside the door, Isaac noticed a sign taped to the door of the student body president's office.

You are entering ze lair of ze Fuhrer Felix Rogers.

Isaac, for the first times in years, felt bewildered by looking at the sign. Mia finally got Isaac's attention after poking him. Together they entered the office to reveal Felix sitting comfortably on a large leather chair. Noticing the two's presence, Felix slid a folder to Mia.

"Look inside," Felix said in a monotone. "Jenna told me about Isaac already. You will find the papers for his transfer as an employed bodyguard." Mia stood in shock.

"You mean . . . "

"Yes, Isaac now has permission to be present on school grounds under the conditions he wears the school uniform and doesn't bring any form of weaponry."

"Does the headmaster or the others have anything to say about this?"

"No, they don't have to worry about the minor things such as this."

"Minor?" Mia gave a small sigh. "I'm telling you Felix, you're a dictator." Felix gave a small chuckle as he pressed a small button on the desk. After about a minute of doing so Felix realized his secretary quit yesterday.

"Hmm, I'll have to hire a new secretary. Guess I'll put it in today's announcements." Mia sighed once again before calling Felix a dictator. Outside, one of the office aides handed Isaac the uniform he would be required to wear.

"Should I change now M..." Mia slapped a hand over Isaac's mouth to prevent him from saying "master" in front of the teacher's lounge.

"Three rules now that you are at school. One, no calling me master. You call me either Mia, Madam or Ms. Hasegawa. Two, don't do anything I didn't tell you to do. Three, anything you're going to do, tell me first." Isaac nodded before Mia removed her hand from his mouth. "Now, go to the locker room and get changed." Isaac gave a small bow before heading outside. Slowly, realization dawned on Mia. "Oops, I didn't tell him where the locker rooms were." She gave a small shrug before heading to her first period class.

Elsewhere . . .

"Master didn't tell me where the locker rooms were. Guess I'll change here."

Also elsewhere . . .

Two figures were lying on the roof of one of the buildings. The first spoke after putting down a pair of binoculars. "It seems subject I has been separated from blue. This looks interesting." The response from the other was soft snores. The first figure smacked the second with the binoculars.

"What's wrong Karst?" the second figure asked dumbly.

"You were sleeping on the job. Try to keep awake this time, Agatio," came the annoyed response.

Back to Mia . . .

Looking through the folder Felix gave her, Mia's eye caught a paper labeled New Teacher. From behind her Mia heard a voice.

"Hey, was sup?" Mia turned to see Jenna and the school's prodigy, Sheba, looking at her.

"Look, we got a new teacher." Sheba took the paper and read the more relevant things.

"Harvard graduate, a science teacher, rather young . . . Sounds interesting." Jenna took the paper and read through it.

"Hmm, we'll have him this period, I wonder what Felix means with 'rather young'?" Mia shrugged and took back the paper.

"We'll find out soon." After three minutes passed, the door opened. Sadly, it was Garet, late to class once again.

"Sorry, I got lost," came the daily excuse. Hearing no reaction from the teacher, Garet looked around. "Hey, I came before the teacher!"

"Excuse me." Garet turned around looking for the source of the voice.

"Down here you great oaf." Garet looked down to find a short blond boy looking up at him. Garet's eyebrow twitched. Suddenly he roared, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OAF?" He then grabbed the boy by the head and lifted him with one hand. Everyone looked at Garet before Jenna asked, "What's wrong?" Garet turned around to reveal a boy of 12 to 14 in his bear-like grip.

"Hey someone help me. I feel like a rag doll being held by an oversized buffoon," the boy said struggling to get out of Garet's hold. Jenna sighed before telling Garet to put the boy down. Garet did and sat down in his seat with a loud "hmpf." Mia stood up and walked to the boy rubbing his head.

"Excuse me but what are you doing here?" The boy sighed before giving Mia a slip of paper. Mia read out loud, "New science teacher Ivan Miller. Garet don't hit on my sister or I'll tell everyone your favorite past-time. Signed, Felix."

Garet slipped off his chair and landed on the ground with a loud thump. Just then, Isaac bursted through the door wearing the uniform, minus the pants.

"Master, I've been looking everywhere for you. Some girls are chasing me for reasons I do not know." Jenna said, "Isaac, glad you came." Isaac nodded at Jenna while Mia gave a loud "Aaarg" and hit her head on the wall. The only action she got was successfully knocking herself out.

Guy: Okay the story ended. Haru is being nice and added an addition to the end.

Reviews:

Raitei, why is it you're the only one who reviews? I'd gladly take reviews from people who already posted.

Author notes:

1. Alex and Feizhi will be introduced in much later chapters. The stories will be more random and you will understand why I made this a T-rated fic.

2. I'm gonna get another muse soon. Oh what fun.

3. I plan on making another story soon, it will be serious and probably tragic at times. Review if you're interested.

4. For those who haven't guessed yet, I'm a guy, I'm single (looking for a cute girl, glasses are a plus) and I'm a southern California guy. Here sleeping naked is the best all year long. :P

Guy: Eww . . .

HD: Don't worry, you can sleep in the garage. It gets warm in there.

New! Learn easy Japanese corner!

When saying thank you, it depends on the level of formality of what you are saying. There are five levels, one being the highest.

1. Domo Arigato Gozaimasu

2. Arigato Gozaimasu

3. Domo Arigato

4. Arigato

5. Domo

Number five is very informal and used mainly around friends and family. A common mistake I hear is arigato being pronounced origato. Don't, it pisses me off to no end. The word domo you extend the do part.

Guy: Final announcement before I leave this mad man.

Guy and HD: REVIEW OR DIE (R.O.D.)