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PERCHANCE TO SCREAM
a koko wa greenwood fanfic by Chris. kindly send all comments there, kudasai! ^__^
Kazuya Hasukawa looked at the clock, dreading what he'd find. "Gaaaaaah! Ten-thirty already! I'll never finish!" Smacking his head against the desk, he cursed his procrastination. He had two tests, a fifteen page report and an eight minute speech titled "The Current State of Global Affairs and Why Our Generation is Screwed" due tomorrow. It wasn't like him to put everything off like this, but nevertheless, he did.
"Suka-chan! Suck-chan! Come quick!"
Raising his head, he saw Shun crash through the door. With a sigh of exasperation, Kazuya rose form the seat and walked over to his effeminate roommate. "What is it, Shun?"
"The cult...down the hall...is going to...going to..."
"Going to what."
"They're going to sacrifice a duck!"
"What!?"
"You have to stop them, Suka-chan!" Without hesitation, Shun bolted back into the hall, but quickly came back when he found out he wasn't being followed. "Hurry up! The poor, little bird doesn't have much time!"
A stunned look came to Hasukawa's face. He knew those guys were a bit strange, but this is a whole new level of weird. "What do you want me to do?"
"You're the new dorm president, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Then come on. There's no time to waste." Grabbing his arm, Shun pulled him through the door and down the hall towards the offender’s room. When they got there, Shun began pounding furiously on the door. "Open up! Hasukawa wants to talk to you!"
After a brief silence, a gravelly voice said, "Go away".
"Why?"
"Well, we're...we're fasting! That's it! We're fasting!"
Leaning over to whisper is Kazuya's ear, he whispered, "Don't believe them. I hear quacking. Break down the door."
"What! I'm not going to..."
"You have to. Besides, you're the president. You can't get in trouble."
Hasukawa was hesitant to destroy school property, but when he saw the sad, pleading eyes of Shun, he caved in. Taking a few steps back, he took a few deep breaths and ran straight for the door. With a sharp flash of pain in his shoulder and a loud crash from the door, Kazuya found himself in a scene from an Indiana Jones movie. About eleven robed figures surrounded the table with a bound and gagged duck laying on the surface letting out muffled quacks. Around the poor creature was an assortment of incense candles lighting the room in an eerie glow. In the background, one of the figures had a golf club raised above his head ready to strike the poor animal. "May we help you?"
Turning on the light switch, Kazuya pushed through the robed figures to the bearer of the five iron and yanked it from his hands. "What do you think you're doing? Killing a duck?! Are you nuts?"
"We simply do the Lords bidding. Brother Yamada had a vision." One of the figures nodded his head in assent.
"A vision! You're killing a duck just because he had a vision! What kind of idiots are you?"
The would-be duck killer looked hurt at Hasukawa's words. "How can you understand our religion. You are a simple heathen uneducated in our ways."
"Maybe so, but I'm sure you understand the housing agreement you signed is legally binding. If you had bothered to read it, you'd see that sacrificing animals are not allowed."
Shocked at the sudden turn of events, the cultist shook his fist at the dorm president. "Curse you and your legal technicalities, Hasukawa!"
Seizing the duck, he walked over to the window, removed the restraints and set the bird free. He turned around to face the lead figure and said, "Next time you want to sacrifice a poor animal, take it off campus, okay?"
With that said, Kazuya walked out of the room with Shun in tow.
"Way to go, Suka-chan! You showed them."
"Yeah, okay. Now please, let me get back to my studies." Hoping for a chance to finish up, he entered his room only to find Shinobu and Mitsuru both sitting on the bed. "What do you two want?"
Mitsuru looked at Shinobu as if asking permission for something and received a nod. "There's a situation downstairs that needs you're attention, Mr. President."
"Whatever it is, it has to wait, Mitsuru. I have too much homework."
Shinobu stood up and walked over to Hasukawa. "I'm afraid it can't. It seems my illustrious sister has sent some of her... associates to bring me to her."
"She's your sister. You deal with it."
Waving his finger, he said, "I don't think so. You are dorm president and these people refuse to leave. While the dorm lady is trying, she remains unsuccessful in getting them out of the building."
Biting back his anger, Hasukawa threw the club to the floor and asked, "Just what do you expect me to do, Shinobu?"
"Why ask them to leave, of course." Before Kazuya could respond, a guileful smile crossed Shinobu's lips and he added, "Unless you're not up to the responsibility of being dorm president, that is?"
"Ooooh, Suka-chan, are you going to take that?" asked Shun.
With a resolved look on his face, Hasukawa sought to prove himself and ran off to meet the challenge. With the realization that it was Nagasi's handiwork, he went back to the room and grabbed the confiscated golf club before heading downstairs.
When he finally made it to the lobby, Hasukawa was paralyzed by the sight before him. Five people whom he supposed were ninjas were sitting in the guest chairs as the dorm lady lectured them on the necessity of respecting their elders. With his arrival, the five visitors rose from their seats, causing the dorm lady to see what caught their attention. "Oh, Hasukawa, it's about time. Please inform these gentlemen that their type isn't allowed in Ryokurin Hall."
"Um, sure thing." As he walked towards the group, he rested a hand of her shoulder, said, "I'll handle it", and sent her away. When he made it over to the ninjas, he asked, "What do you want?"
One of the ninjas stepped forward and brought a message player from his pocket. "A message from Lady Tezuka." Pressing a button, Nagasi's nerve racking voice said:
"Oh, Shinobuuuuu. The time of retribution is at hand. You will feel the pain that you have caused me all these years. Ha, ha, ha. You will finally know what it is like to suffer the pain of humiliation and dishonor. These professionals that I have hired will see to that and my hireling D will make sure it is on tape. Good-bye, dear brother! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
When finished, the man pointed behind Hasukawa where D was standing with video camera ready to catch all the action for posterity. The man smiled and waved at Kazuya. Turning back to the ninjas, he saw that they had removed their swords and were poised to fight. "Bring Shinobu to us, now."
As Nagasi's shrill laughter echoed in his head, Hasukawa pressed his fingers to his temples, waiting for the headache that was bound to come. "Listen, I have a ton of homework that needs to be done by tomorrow. And I still haven't started my presentation for my speech class."
Lowering his sword, the lead ninja asked, "Who's teaching the class?"
Blinking in confusion, he said, "Prof. Shirow".
"Oh, don't worry. He grades pretty easy. I had him a couple years back. Nice guy."
"Well, thanks...I guess." He was a little surprised that a ninja attended Ryokuto Academy. "I appreciate the advice and all, but I'm still going to have to ask you to leave."
"I'm afraid we can't do that. We are under contract with Lady Tezuka."
"Does this mean we have to fight?"
"Yes."
"Sigh. Lets get this over with." With willful determination, surprising agility and a five iron, Kazuya went on the offensive, swinging the club with relentless force. After a few minutes, the last of the ninja fell weakly to the ground. Hasukawa lowered the five iron and looked at D.
"Leave this place and take your friends. And please," he implored, "tell Nagasi to see a therapist or something. I'm getting real tired of this."
Retreating a few steps back, D reached into his coat and pulled out a cell phone. Soon after, A, B and C showed up to drag off the defeated ninja. When they were all gone, Hasukawa made his way upstairs when he heard someone call his name. Turning around, he saw the school principal by the front door. "A word with you, Mr. Hasukawa, if you please."
"Yes, sir." Curious as to why the principal would be here at this hour, he walked over to the headmaster. "How can I help you, sir?"
"It is I who can help you, young man. It seems your grades have been slipping."
"They have?"
"Yes, and I am quite worried. I had such high hopes for you, too, what with Kazuhiro being your brother and all."
Kazuya couldn't understand it. Things were hectic lately, but he was sure he was maintaining his grade point average. "There must be some mistake, sir."
"No mistake, Mr. Hasukawa. I'm afraid if you don't get your act together, I shall be forced to tell Sumire that you are unworthy of her love."
"What!?"
"Come now. You don't expect Sumire to love someone that isn't as perfect as Kazuhiro, do you?"
Confusion overwhelmed Kazuya (as it often did), leaving him in a dazed stupor. How did he know about Sumire? It didn't make sense.
"How disappointing," said a voice from behind. Hasukawa whirled around only to be greeted by the smug faces of Shinobu and Mitsuru. "We thought you had some promise, Hasukawa, but I guess we were wrong."
"And after all we did for you," said Mitsuru.
"After all you...All you ever did was complicate my life! I just wanted a simple existence, but would you let that be? No!" Kazuya burned with anger and this time, he wasn't going to hold it in. "I've overcome everything you threw at me. Your schemes, your jokes, and even your siblings! I've gone beyond any meager expectations!" Turning to face the principal, he excused himself and stomped off to his room. When he threw open the door, he was surprised to see Sumire standing in front of him.
"How could you, Kazuya?" Tears were streaming down her face, causing his previous anger to disappear completely. He rushed over to her, but when he grasped her shoulders, she pushed him back. "I thought you loved me."
"I...I do," he muttered.
"Then how could you do this," she said and pointed to Shun's bed.
"I don't understand. What did I do?"
"Don't play games with me, Kazuya. You say you loved me and yet you go and do this." With that said, she moved over to the privacy curtain and threw it back. What he saw was more shocking than anything that happened yet. "Explain this," Sumire asked.
Shun looked up at Hasukawa, smiling broadly and rubbing his distended stomach. "You're back, Suka-chan! Where's my peanut butter and ice cream?
I'm eating for two, remember."
A nervous twitch found its way to his face. "But she's a...I mean, he's a...he can't get..." It was too much for anyone to take. Hasukawa snapped. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
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"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" Kazuya abruptly woke up, frantically looking around his surroundings. Seeing the familiar setting of his bed, he wiped the sweat from his face and let out a breath of relief. "Just a dream. Just a dream."
"Are you okay, Suka-chan?" Shun opened the curtain a little and looked in.
"Why were you screaming?"
"Oh, Shun, I had the weirdest dream. The religious nuts down the hall were sacrificing a duck, ninjas were downstairs, and you were..."
"Ooooh. I was in your dream. What was I doing?"
"Nothing. You know the funniest thing? In the dream, I was dorm president. Can you believe it?"
"But Suka-chan, you are president." A blank look came to Kazuya's face. "Don't you remember? The dorm elected you just yesterday."
Next door, Shinobu and Mitsuru were getting dressed for school. "Are you sure Hasukawa can handle the responsibilities of being president, Mitsuru?
He doesn't sound so enthusiastic about it."
"He'll do fine. After all, he did have me to prepare him for the task."
Just then, an ear-piercing scream came from the other room. "See? He's finally coming to terms with his newfound duties."
"Let's hope you are right."
"Of course I am. Besides, the poor guy needs a hobby. Nothing but studying and pining for Sumire isn't healthy. Normalcy is highly overrated. Trust me."
the end