The Recovery Spell

Author's Notes:

Sigh … it's hard being a n00b --'. Oh well. Here is my first work for Konjiki no Gash Bell. Ignore the tragically lousy title. I had to call it something. Just a heads up; this fic takes place around the area between when Kiyomaro and Gash meet Megumi, and when the boys go on summer vacation (which I miss so very much). They have three spells. And it's "T" for language and later events. So … yeah. I'm new to writing this so don't close this window … but don't go thinkin' I'm superspecialawesome. 'Cause there's just no way in Hell. I'm just awesome. I'll work my way up from there. Enjoy. Oh, and if you don't watch the Japanese version, or don't know Japanese, you're kinda screwed. Sorry.

Disclaimer:

If I owned Konjiki no Gash Bell, then this would be IN the manga. And I'd be freaking rich. Or popular. Preferably rich. But I'm not (sobs). Moving on.

Ch 1: I Refuse To Be Late!

6:00 AM. At least, she thought that was the time. After all, her ear-splitting beeping alarm had already gone off. And there was the fact that she simply rose out of her futon, not rolled out of its extent as she cursed the morning sun and all who obeyed it (her usual routine had she woken up any earlier). But she was wrong. How did she come to this conclusion? Simple: the sun wasn't up yet.

"Dammit," she hissed through her teeth. It had to have been at least a half an hour before her guess.

It was going to be another lousy day for Yoko Sekiguchi.

Wait …

Yoko extended her long, lazy, pale-skinned arms out towards her clock and turned it to face her. Yeah. She forgot to set it to Mochinoki City time. But no one ever said that moving would be easy. Unfortunately for Yoko, she had to find this out the hard way. The voices of her parents still echoed through her head as if it were a cave; every thought bouncing back and forth without mercy:

"'Look at you! Your grades are slipping! Your wardrobe, if you can ever call it that anymore, is black, white and tight fitting!'"

"'Sweety, a change of scenery will be better for you, honest! Stay with your Grandma for just two weeks. We've just decided that you need a break from the hussle-n'-bussle of Tokyo. If things start to improve, then who knows? Maybe you can even stay in Mochinoki.'"

But I don't want to stay in Mochinoki!

She sighed. Yoko knew this wouldn't last long, though. She'd be back home in no time-

"Yoko-chan! Please come down! I can't seem to find my medicine!"

So early?! C'mon!! "Coming, obasan!!"

A white sailor top. A navy-shaded skirt. And to top it all off, a big, baby blue bow. This is what Yoko stared at in her full-length mirror as she completed the task of getting dressed, not to mention her, flat, shoulder-length, black hair crowding her cocoa bean eyes. It was nauseating. Very nauseating. Especially for a girl who thought that if it had color, it wasn't worthy of her person.

When I'm through with my stay here, may these clothes burn in Hell.

"Yoko-chan! Please come down!!"

"I'm coming, God!!" Yoko glanced at her clock. It was probably time for her to get up now.

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"Tamagoyaki (A Japanese omelet, in short.)? I didn't know hags could cook."

Yoko's grandmother sighed as she paced the kitchen floor for the meal's sake, looking at the third generation, who was sat neatly at the table. "Surprise, surprise. But more importantly, how do you feel, dear?"

"… Huh?"

"It's you're first day in a new school. I just want to know how you're feeling, that's all."

Her grandmother set breakfast in front of her, including miso soup, a heaping bowl of rice and a gorgeous pair of chopsticks, with little flowers painted on them. After a good stare at her meal, which looked absolutely delicious, and a good, long sigh, she replied: "I don't. Itadakimasu."

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"Kiyomaro, could you please help Gash-chan find his Vulcan 300? You have plenty of time before the bell."

"Aww, c'mon. It's not my fault he's constantly screwing with it. We're already on its third model."

Kiyomaro Takamine took a long and relaxed sip at his miso soup as his mother cleaned off Gash and Umagon's dishes as well as almost everything else in the kitchen.

"Oh," She complained. "Now where did I put those pans?"

He sighed. A lot had changed. Before Gash, it was rare that he even got out of bed in time to even eat. But now …

But now things are different.

Now every morning he would rise with the (unwanted) assistance of a demon he could swear gets high off air, and change into his uniform (which, now that he thought about it, wasn't much different that his casual attire). This would be followed by chasing the naked assistance off his desk and into the bathroom, brushing his teeth when the naked assistance was gone, and ushering the now clothed assistance and the demon-of-pain-dealing-by-means-of-biting into the kitchen for the earliest meal of the day.

But … I like things better this way. I honestly don't think I'd ever get this far without-

"SUNDIAME! SUNDIAME! SUNDIAME VULCAN!!!"

"DAMMIT, GASH! SHUT UP!!"

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"Have a safe trip!" yelled Hana Takamine as her son left the front gate.

"Don't worry! I will!" Kiyomaro threw over his shoulder.

"Don't you mean 'we'?"

Kiyomaro glanced down at an otherworldly mass gripping onto a newly recovered snack box and chopstick combo in a green duffle bag. He stopped walking. It would have been nice if Kiyomaro could carry a staple gun around with him.

"Gash, I'm a genius. A GENIUS. Even I'VE lost track of how many times you've tried to follow me to school." Actually, truth be told, he hadn't lost track of his number of attempts. Searching through his ever-sharp memory, he pulled out the number 47, including the present. Why he bothered with such information, was still a mystery to his great mind. "There's no way, matter how many times you try, that you're coming with me."

"But I heard-"

"YOU'RE NOT COMING TO SCHOOL WITH ME!!"

"BUT I HEARD THAT THERE'S A NEW STUDENT IN YOU CLASS!"

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I- Wait … new student? Where did ya hear that?"

Gash paused a moment to tone down his voice. "Unuu, I hear it while I was at the park the other day …"

Flashback:

"WHAAAAAAAHH!! Please, Naomi-chan!! Please forgive me! Whatever I may have done to irritate you, please forgive me for it!! It won't happen again!!"

Naomi decided to lift her shovels momentarily. Under herself, was Gash, tears in eye and crimson hands, both threatening to over spill a unique liquid. After letting the cry for mercy sink in, she decided to respond: "Are you still in a hundred meters of me?"

Gash, being so very terrible at math, glanced around the playground for clues for an answer. But all he knew was that he was hang from the top of a jungle gym, his hands were about to give way, and that he was at the disposal of a girl with over-grown, buck teeth the size of rocks.

"Yes …?" he replied with extreme uncertainty.

"THEN YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN!!"

"NNOOOOOOOOOO-OOO-OOO!!!"

And the beating commenced. Fortunately for Gash, two adults approached the park area, lost in their discussion. Though it certainly seemed as though they were interested in Naomi's actions, for they glanced back and forth from the papers that they possessed to the gym. Taking notice of this, Naomi whispered, "I'll be back." into Gash's ear, and quickly made her way down the jungle gym, passed the gentlemen and their vision, and rode away in her Kissy-mobile. But before Gash had the chance to heartily embrace the strangers for the miracle that they unconsciously presented to him, he noticed that they were busy exchanging thoughts. Gash tuned in on the conversation:

"You have any plans this evening?"

The second man let the thought pass for a moment, then answered: "Not really. Though I was planning on heading to the bar this evening. I need to get some alone time from my wife. You see, she hit her head on the chalkboard in class early this week. She won't stop complaining about how much pain it causes her. I love her very much … but truth is, it's just driving me a little crazy. Students, too." He paused. "But more importantly …"

Gash watched the same man flip through some papers he was handling until a certain destination was reached. A small stack was pulled out from the rest.

"Yoko Sekiguchi." The forms were passed to the first stranger. "Have all the registration documents been filled and approved?"

"I checked them over just yesterday. She's clear. Although I did notice something very unusual as I went through her records." He was then interrupted by a sudden coughing fit. When his condition recovered, the man continued. "Her grades were almost as high as Takamine's just last year."

The second gentleman stopped in his steps. Gash, having just heard Kiyomaro's introduction into the conversation, took advantage of this moment and zoomed in for better audio. This was starting to get a little interesting.

"What?"

"You heard me," he continued. "However, her grades from this last semester show otherwise. It seems as though we may have a bit of a struggle with this one. No one's grades drop that fast without reason."

End Flashback

"And that's what happened," finished Gash. It took two or three seconds after the completion of this sentence for the demon to realize, however, that Kiyomaro had already left for school.

TBC

Ok. I hope that didn't suck too bad. Please don't flame me. If you feel that something is wrong, constructive criticism is welcome, AND IS DIFFERENT FROM FLAMING. R&R please. Thanks.