Project: A-ko, The College Years Chapter 2a WRITTEN BY: Mike Coughlan and Greg Thompson MSTIED BY: Jamie Jeans a.k.a. JOLT!!! Here we go again. Not much to say, but watch your eyes. There is some wicked stuff in this crap of a fanfic. This is the third part of my twenty-eighth fanfic. Give me strength... LEGAL STUFF: All the Anime characters in this fanfic belongs to the wonderfully talented people who made them. Please don't sue me for I am making no claim on them, merely borrowing your characters. The Club Anipike belongs to Nightbreak. Thanks for letting me use it as a part of my setting. Samantha Jones, however, belongs to me, Jamie Jeans. Now, on to the story! ________________________________________________________________________ Washu watched, a worried expression on her face, as Samantha downed the can of beer in one shot. Shampoo watched as well, munching popcorn absent mildly out of a large tub of popcorn. The three women were relaxing in the lobby of the theater, eating snacks and what not before they returned to the theater. "Ah! Thanks for the drink Washu. I needed that," the redhead said, slamming the can down on the countertop. "You do know that's your fourth," Washu said. Samantha hiccuped and then burped. "I know that. I'll be fine. I may not have the alcohol capacity that Misato has, but I ain't no wimp either." "Drunk riffer be bad news in reviewing fanfics," Shampoo said in-between mouthfuls of popcorn. "True, but it helps me deal with it." "Well, I do have a bit of good news. We got some e-mail," Washu said, bringing out her smoky laptop and displaying the e-mail. "Who it from?" Shampoo asked. "It's from someone called Meercat, and she says: >Thank you. I liked the new format your MSTing of "Final Fantasy vs Sailor >Moon". Oh by the way I found out the author of the fan-fic. The author's >name is Mayu-ROXX and Mayu also written two other fan-fics which can be both >found at the same website where you got that bad crossover. The first one is >called "Boy Meets Beast or Beast Meets Girl" in which Teena Branford(which is >the Japanese name of Terra Branford) falls in love with Kefka. Yes, >Kefka--sicking isn't it; although the story get much more sicker. The second >story is an ultra-violent sequel called "The Beast". It about the revival of >Jenova and the havoc she causes. Only one man can stop her and his name is >::sigh:: Sephiroth. It is an improvement on the other stories, but this one >sounds like a "Species" clone. Oh I almost forgot, these to stories has a >hint of self-insertion and new characters that can be forgettable. So are you >up to the challenge? > >Meercat ~^.^~ > >p.s. If you chose to MSTie these fics could you use any Final Fantasy >character? I would not mind if you decide not to but I reconmend it. "Wow! That sure is nice of her to say those things," Samantha said, feeling her spirits rise immensely. "Not to mention having a name to go with that horrible fanfic." "One of the Final Fantasy characters to MST? I never thought of that," Washu pondered aloud. "It be nice to have expert on games with us here," Shampoo said. "Buit Shampoo up to MSTing bad Final Fantasy fanfic!" "Although that Jenova fanfic she described sounds like a real stinker!" Samantha commented. "Not to mention Teena falling in love with Keefka. Yuck!" "Time to head back in!" Washu announced. Samantha grumbled and snatched one last beer from the fridge. The three women entered the theater and took their seats. Typing rapidly on her smoky laptop, she started up the fanfic. > Chapter 2a: Graviton University and Undergraduate College SAMANTHA: Bound to have you in debt for life paying off college loans. > It was ten o'clock in the morning, SHAMPOO: Do you know where children are? >at Graviton University and Undergraduate >College. The majority of the college students were WASHU: Sleeping off last nights kegger... >at their respective homes, out on >vacation, or just out. However, some were still in there dorm rooms, simply because >they'd rather have stayed there, or because they had no other place to go. SAMANTHA: Sounds like my author's life... JAMIE: HEY! >Others >were there for orientation of their new school, for it is three weeks before the new >semester. WASHU: That should be *was* instead of *is*. SHAMPOO: Unless story in real time. > Craig Vincent SAMANTHA: Who *should* be no relation to Rally Vincent of GunSmith Cats, but is... WASHU & SHAMPOO: Huh? SHAMPOO: Oh, that's right! He's one of the self-inserted authors. WASHU: And the other guy is Myles, right? SAMANTHA: >laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had a can of beer >in his hand and sighed. _It'd be nice if something exciting happened for a change,_ >he thought. WASHU: Remember, foreshadowing is our friend! >Craig, an average-looking college-going male, was twenty years of age, >and an American. SHAMPOO: Which made him star of story. SAMANTHA: Unfortunately... >His father was a member of the Earth Defense Force and became WASHU: That should be *was*. >stationed in Graviton City, four years ago. Slightly over-weight SAMANTHA: *Slightly*? >and highly self- >conscious about it, he was always trying to make is image better by overexerting >himself, going to the biggest frat parties and getting some recognition. SHAMPOO: Getting into fights, holding up banks, thrown into jail... >Sure, >Craig was average, but he was well-known. SAMANTHA: Only in his own little world. > His dormmate, and high-school buddy, burst into the room, panting heavily. >Craig jumped up and ran to his friend. "What's going on?" he demanded. WASHU: We are not amused! > "We're bloody-well being evicted," Myles said, SAMANTHA: Oh man! I could have done without seeing this guy and hearing his horrible accent. > catching his breath. SHAMPOO: The Breath hard to catch when cornered and will turn to drastic means of escape. >Myles, >a foriegn exchange student from Ireland, had an average build, but always wore >comfortable, baggy clothes in earth tones. WASHU: Oh my god! That looks so bad on you! You got to get a more brighter look! Wear some blue and gold! >His eyes were constantly concealed >by the thick glasses that he wore, so much, in fact, that Craig wasn't even sure >what color his friend's eyes really were. SAMANTHA: You could ask him to take his glasses off, Craig. >Myles had come to Japan as a foreign >exchange student, then after getting several restraining orders and an assault >and battery charge, issued by some guy in a tuxedo, SHAMPOO: But that other horrible crossover. SAMANTHA: Don't be giving the authors any ideas. >put on him while attending >a local junior high school in Tokyo, he came to Graviton Boys' High School and >decided, after graduating, that he wanted to attend the local college. WASHU: It was either that or get a job with his name on his shirt... > "What the hell do you mean, 'evicted'?" Craig screamed SAMANTHA: It means being tossed out of your room, but that's not important right now. >reaching for his >leather trench coat. "We're in a fucking dormitory!" SHAMPOO: You watch language or Shampoo wash mouth out with soap. SAMANTHA: That'll be an all night job. > "They're segregating WASHU: Segregating? >the lads' dorms from the lasses'. And they're taking >this building for the girls' dorm." Myles answered, catching his breath finally, SHAMPOO: Whew! Finally caught breath and boy, it stinks! >his Irish brogue becoming ever more prevalent. WASHU: Brogue? Prevalent? All right! Someone get this author away from his Thesaurus! > "Nani? The other building's the size of a friggin' match box!" > "Aye, I know, they're putting us inta a room with another guy." SAMANTHA: But that means we'll won't be able to make s... WASHU: Don't go any further then that. > "This is bull shit! I'm going to talk to the Head Dean! We've paid our >tuition and dorm fees, what gives them the right to throw us out of our dorm room!" SHAMPOO: This wild guess, but probably because he Dean. > Craig ripped the door to the room open and began to leave, only to be >thrown back by some huge person with pigtails. They assumed (for the worst) >that this was a woman. She stood at least over six feet tall, cracking her >knuckles, she gave out a low growl, that almost made them shudder with fear. >Her eyes glowed, mysteriously. She then pointed at them and in a high-pitched >squeeky, girly voice, said: "You have three seconds to evacuate this room." SAMANTHA: Oh good! The loan sharks have finally caught up with them. WASHU: They sure are getting nicer. SHAMPOO: Have bad image, after all... > "Hell, no we won't go!" Craig said, defiantly, with his hands at his hips. WASHU: Oh look, another 60's protest march. > "Ichi...ni...san..." > * * * SHAMPOO: Three stars? What are critics on? > Meanwhile, outside of the Girls' Dormitory... SHAMPOO: Happosai get ready for another panty raid. SAMANTHA: Eliot Ness and his men wait for their contact... > KRASH! Two figures were falling from a window on the top floor of the >dormitory, >and quickly behind them, all of their belongings. WASHU: According to these readings, they'll land hard three whole seconds before their stuff does, and survive severe injuries. >The Head Dean shook his head and SAMANTHA: Got a ten. >looked over the clip board he held in his hand. > Craig was the first to hit the ground, and Myles on top of him. Craig had stars >circling his head. Myles looked up to see his and Craig's belongings not far behind >them. Myles immediately jumped up and tried to catch all of the delicate things that >they owned. SHAMPOO: How he get up so quickly? WASHU: Well, since they landed on their heads, they didn't really hurt anything. >Craig, became conscious again and quickly followed suit with Myles, >catching their computers, electronics, and welding tools. Myles suddenly looked >up to see his prized portfolio case, that he had so meticulously created over the >past two years. SHAMPOO: Yeah right! He pay some guy ten bucks to make it. >Craig, upon seeing his friend's extremely worried look, dropped >his things, picked up his friend and threw him WASHU: Out of this fanfic. >to the best of his strength, upwards. SAMANTHA: Throwing his back out and becoming crippled for life. >"FASTBALL SPECIAL!" Craig cried. WASHU: Shouldn't Colossus and Wolverine come in about now and kick their butt for infringement of copyright? >Myles caught the portfolio, and was coming back down >at top speed, SHAMPOO: Tom Cruise cute! >Craig was able to catch him and was quickly driven into the ground. SAMANTHA: At least they kept that part right. WASHU: It's two silly Otakus, Sam, not Marrisa Picard. > Myles sat there, looking around to spot Craig. He stood up and looked down, >only >to see his friend, pile driven into the ground, eyes glazed over and looking everyway >but straight, with teeth and mouth agape. ALL: Wah-wah-wahhh!!! >Myles set the portfolio down and pulled his >friend out of the ground. SAMANTHA: Ripping his arm off in a spray of blood and gore. WASHU: Don't go dark on us. We're almost done. >The Head Dean walked over to where Craig and Myles were and >looked up. SHAMPOO: Receiving bird droppings in eye. >The same high-pitched voice called down; "That's the last of them, Dean!" > "Thank you, Mari," he answered. WASHU: Now, if this ain't foreshadowing for the self-inserted authors to meet the crew of A-ko, then I don't know what is. >"You two must be Craig Vincent and Myles Buchanan. SAMANTHA: I have a warrant for your arrest. Resist and I'll beat the crap out of you. SHAMPOO: He actually say that in any of his movies? SAMANTHA: Naw, it just sounded good. >I apologize for this, but the college is now under new management, and she wanted to >segregate the dorms. The room you are now assigned to, is room twenty-four over in >the boys' dorm. Here's your keys. Also, you'll be sharing the room with one other >classmate." The Head Dean turned around to leave when Craig stopped him. Craig >was more than just a little upset about what had just happened. He lifted the Dean >off the ground and shook him. SAMANTHA: All right! Now this is just total... WASHU: No cursing young lady. > "I WANT ANSWERS AND I WANT THEM, NOW!!!" Craig yelled, very >intimidatingly. SHAMPOO: How intimidating is twenty-year old with face full of zits supposed to be? > "Calm down, lad," Myles consoled. > "SHUT UP! ALL: Thank you! >Who is this new management, and why are we being stuck in a crackerjack >room with some moron?" WASHU: And what happened to Scarecrow's brain? > "B-B-ko Daitokuji, her father bought the college this morning and began all this >an hour ago. They're turning the top floor into a penthouse-style dorm, for her and >her friends. They're also putting some kind of facility over on the side of the dorm. >And you're being put in a room with another student because we need to make sure we >have enough room for everyone, including the new students." SAMANTHA: Well, that was a nice elaboration. Maybe we ought to start called the Dean Sailor Mercury. >the Dean managed, scared >and highly intimidated by Craig. Craig, at once released the Dean, dropping him to >the ground. WASHU: And forgot all proper usage of pretense. > "Great, some spoiled little rich-bitch, is doing this shit." Craig sighed. >Myles began to pick up his things. Craig started to it as well, then paused. >"I'M REALLY PISSED!!!!" he yelled into the air, "and I will have my revenge." SHAMPOO: Oh, silly Kuno say that all the time... > * * * SAMANTHA: They're still giving it three stars? > Over in the boys' dormitory, Kei sat on his window sill, WASHU: Oh no! AHHHH!!! SHAMPOO: SAMANTHA: And you call me dark? >looking out, >watching all of the rebuilding going on, on the campus. He sighed. He was told that >two other students would be moving into this room. He had made as much room as he >possibly could for them. SAMANTHA: You're going to need a lot more room, Kei. The new roommates ego's take up a lot of space! > There was a knock at the door, but before he could answer it the door burst >open and two men with a whole lot of things came barging their way in. SHAMPOO: Those two give country bad name. > "Answer the damn door!" a tall slightly, over-weight American screamed at him. >Dispite his rudeness, he spoke very fluent Japanese. WASHU: Of course he did. >The other wore thick glasses, >so thick, that Kei could not see his eyes, and baggy-looking clothes in earth tones. >The American wore what looked to be a leather trench coat with blue jeans and a >loose tee-shirt that read, in English, Kei assumed; "I came, I saw, I kicked some ass." ALL: You wish! > The two young men immediately started to set their belongings up and shoved >Kei's >things, (ever so slightly), into a corner, working them into a closet. Kei began to >mumble something, but the two men began finishing their setup, yelling something >about >this new person buying the college and how much of a bitch she was or had to be. SAMANTHA: Mumble, grumble, bitch, gripe, complain... >Kei >did catch a name though, B-ko, Kei thought he recognized it, but was not sure where >he had heard it from. WASHU: You were in part of the A-ko series and you don't remember B-ko? what are you smoking, boy? >Kei's belongings had found their way almost all of the way >into the closet. SHAMPOO: They were upset with way Kei kept ignoring them. >Kei straightened his things out and was able to get it neat and >clean in a matter of seconds. The American was hanging a poster of a rock band >called "Priss and The Replicants" over his computer. SAMANTHA: It begins... >While the other student >with the glasses, was opening up an art portfolio, which soon began to look >like a shrine, in one of the corners of the room that he had chosen for himself. >He then turned a dim light on over it, which seemed to make the "shrine" illuminate. WASHU: Boy, those pentagrams sure are bright! >Kei's two new roommates finally settled down and sat on their beds. The American >reached into his foot locker and produced a bottle containing a clear liquid. >_Water?_ Kei thought. SHAMPOO: This college so not likely. > "I'm sorry," the American said. "We haven't even introduced ourselves yet! >I'm Craig Vincent, that's Myles Buchanan." Craig stood up and stretched out his >hand to shake Kei's SAMANTHA: Oh boy. A polite rude American. > "I'm...Kei," he stuttered. WASHU: ThE mAsTeR wIlL sEe YoU nOw... > "Nice to meet'cha, Kei!" Craig boomed. His voice a little louder than most >Japanese and for that matter, most of the Americans that Kei had meet. SHAMPOO: Ah! Delights of finding differences in culture. Too bad it not done by better authors. > "How'ya doin'?" Myles asked, nodding his hello towards Kei. Kei thought the >way that Myles spoke was a little odd, he seemed to have some kind of accent or >another. From where, Kei wasn't sure. > "What some?" Craig asked, taking a swig of the clear liquid. > "What...is...it?" Kei managed. > "It's vodka, it'll put hair on your chest." > "You're not supposed to have alcohol in here!" Kei said, stepping back. SAMANTHA: Evil! EVIL!!! > "Yeah, and we're also not supposed to have more that two people per dorm >room." Craig retorted. Myles laughed. WASHU: Oh, he got you there, Kei. > "What school are you from?" Myles asked, trying to deter the conversation >to more pleasureable things, SAMANTHA: Oh no! Don't you *dare* make this anymore hentai the it already is! >before Craig got pissed again. > "Graviton High School for Boys'," he responded. > "Really? When'd you graduate?" > "Two years ago," he stuttered out. Myles and Craig looked at each other >and started laughing. Kei gave a quick glance towards them in question. WASHU: Wondering why in the world two mental patients had been placed in his room. > "I'm sorry," Craig laughed. "It's just that's where we went and graduated >the same year you did, and we never knew each other. Who was your sensei?" > "Mr. Akigi," Kei stated. > "Well, that explains it, Myles and I had Mr. Mosimiru." SHAMPOO: That nice little scene. *YAWN* This in realtime? WASHU: According to these readings, it is. > "Oh," Kei said. "Where are you two from?" > "I'm mainly from Chicago, in America. My family has been stationed between >there and here so many times, it's a wonder I even remember." Craig said taking a >swig from his bottle. SAMANTHA: Yeah, all that alcohol is killing what little brain cells he has left. WASHU: Not to mention torturing his liver. > "I'm from Ireland, I was a foreign exchange student back in junior high >school, and I decided I liked it here in Graviton, so I stayed." Myles added. SAMANTHA: He likes the random destruction of several buildings, huge mechas and super powered beings fighting nearly every day? SHAMPOO: Average day in Nerima... except for Mechas... SAMANTHA: I should have expected that one. > Suddenly, from out in the hallway, there were rushed steps and a yell; >"DORM SUPER!!!!" somebody yelled rushing past the doors of the dorm. Myles and >Craig looked at each other and immediately, Craig tried to hide his vodka. WASHU: Remember class, commas only work when we place them in the right spot. >The >door swung open and in stepped a tall burly-looking man. He turned and looked >around at the room. > "I'm the new dormitory supervisor here," he said staring at Craig. He >then walked over to him and looked down at him. "And I don't take shit from >anyone!" He reached behind Craig and pulled out the bottle that he'd been >drinking from. SAMANTHA: Craig's not going to be happy with that! WASHU: I have this feeling poor Kei is going to be stuck with the punishment. SHAMPOO: I sense inflation of ego... >He opened the cap, and took a whiff. He put the cap back on and >grabbed Craig by the collar of his trench caot and pulled him to his feet. "And >I don't like alcohol being drunk, while I'm on duty!" WASHU: Only *I'm* the one allowed to get drunk around here! > _Oh, bloody hell, he oughtn't have gone and done that._ Myles thought. >Craig had the fire burning in his eyes again, SHAMPOO: Some visine will help that. SAMANTHA: Better put those flames out or else the building will catch on fire. >no one touched his coat unless he >allowed it. SAMANTHA: Is Craig supposed to be some rip off of Fonzy from Happy Days? > "However," the supervisor said, running his hands along the coat, "I might >forget... for a price, this coat for instan--!" > Before he could finish, Craig grabbed him by the neck and threw him against > the wall and shouted at him. "I don't take shit from no one either!" Craig >pulled something out of his coat, what it was Myles and Kei weren't sure but >it made the supervisor WASHU: Gag in disgust. SHAMPOO: Shampoo not know Craig *that* kind of guy. >produce beads of sweat. "Now go away, and don't let ever >see you in here again, understand me?" > "Y-yes sir!" the supervisor hunched down and cowardly ran out the door. SAMANTHA: And the lift up of the ego is complete. >Craig put whatever it was he pulled out of his coat, back in it. > "I knew ye were gonna do that," Myles said. > "Hey...it's me," Craig said, giving him a lopsided smile, he sat back down, SHAMPOO: Inflated his ego some more... >opened his vodka and took another swig. Kei sat there with his eyes bulging, >still unable to believe what he just witnessed. "Hey, if that asshole gives >you any trouble, let me know, alright?" Craig stated, looking at Kei. WASHU: That should be said, you idiot! SAMANTHA: Smile and nod. >Kei >responded with a nod. "I think that we could probably work out alright here, >don't you think so, Myles?" SHAMPOO: Not really. > "Aye," he responded, staring at his portfilio. > "What's the deal with that, anyhow, I've known you for four years now, you >treat that thing like it's your child." > "Don't you bloody-well tell me what to do with me life!" Myles yelled, Irish >brogue aflame. SHAMPOO: Quick! Someone get fire extinguisher before whole place burns down! > "Alright, settle down, I just--!" Craig was interrupted by Myles. > "I'm sorry, I just have a crush on a wee fire-haired lass," Myles admitted. SAMANTHA: I would hardly call A-ko *wee*. WASHU: How much did she get paid for starring in this? SAMANTHA: Not enough, I can tell you that! > "Obession's, more like it," Craig mumbled. > "NANI?!?" Myles yelled. SHAMPOO: You write this in English so stop using Japanese words! > "N-nothing, settle down!" WASHU: Cut back on the caffeine, for crying out loud! > * * * SAMANTHA: Still three stars? WASHU: Give that up. > Back at the Girls' dormitory, particularly, on the top floor, SAMANTHA: This fanfic particularly stinks. >B-ko watched as >her mechas tore down what was once the top floor of a co-ed dorm, and turn it into >a replica of her room back at the Daitokuji Estates, and then some. SHAMPOO: Lets see here: Torture room... Check! Bedroom... Check! Mecha based on monster from Overfiend... Check! >B-ko allowed >herself a smile WASHU: She's human, not a Vulcan. >as she marvelled at how well it all happened. Two weeks ago, Ume >had over heard a conversation between A-ko and C-ko about what college they would >go to; Graviton University and Undergraduate College. The night before, she had >finally gotten her father to allow her to buy the college off and allow her to >make her "necessary adjustments". SAMANTHA: Her father sure bends in rather quickly. SHAMPOO: Spine must be as strong as ramen. > That morning, the reconstruction began at about ten o'clock, beginning with >the eviction of all male tenants. SHAMPOO: Yuck! Ickly boys! Go away! >It was fast approaching noon, and her construction >mechas had almost completed their work. WASHU: Unfortunately, some Summoners, backed up by Falcons, came in and demolished the place... SAMANTHA: Keeping it nice and vague, I see... >B-ko walked around to oversee the workmanship >and quality of it all. SHAMPOO: Bob Vila on site to oversee whole project. >B-ko walked over to one of the special rooms that she had had >built to specification. It was her think chamber, where she would go to build new >mecha, SAMANTHA: What the heck are all those naked pictures of C-ko doing on the wall? SHAMPOO & WASHU: SAMANTHA!!! SAMANTHA: What? >there was a door on the other side of that room that led out to the mecha >building facility, that had been built precisely for that use, and attached to the dorm. WASHU: With duct tape. > B-ko walked over to the other special room, the mecha had finished this room >first, and had done an excellent job. She named this room, quite appropriately, >"The Hall of Punishments". SAMANTHA: Oh man! We're back at the dominatrix crap again!!! >She smiled, titanium chains hung from the walls, >various machines of torture were installed all over the area, and a statue that >was in a crouched position looking as if it, at one time, had held a spear or a >weapon, sat in the far corner. Adorning the walls were various whips, phalluses, >gags, and paddles. SHAMPOO: Genghas Kahn would have liked this room. >B-ko ran her fingernails along a particular favorite paddle of >hers. The handle was long and the paddle itself was flexible, enough so that its >victim would not only get the initial swat from the paddle but an added sting that >came like a reverb. SAMANTHA: No, don't go any further into detail then that. WASHU: Mike and Greg are really sick puppies. SHAMPOO: You just figure this out? > B-ko removed the paddle from the wall and swung it about for a moment. She >soon felt a stirring between her legs that called for immediate attention. _Well, >now's a good of a time as any to test out the new room!_ she thought. "Asa! Come >in here at once." SHAMPOO: Send in the cannon fodder! SAMANTHA: I wonder if Asa gets paid overtime for this? WASHU: I didn't know that get paid in the first place. > Asa rushed into the room and paused. She saw B-ko standed there with the >paddle in her hand. Asa began to shudder with fear. "Y-yes, Mistress?" she stuttered. WASHU: Everyone in this fanfic seems to have a bad stuttering problem whenever they get nervous. > "Close the door behind you, and remove your clothes," B-ko said, turning >towards her. > "Yes, Mistress," she replied, locking the door and unbuttoning her blouse. >"Please, tell me Mistress, how have I displeased you?" SHAMPOO: So you do just as she says? What drug B-ko slip into her drink? > "You don't need a reason to be punished, as long as it pleases me, that is >your only concern," B-ko stated. SAMANTHA: I'm a b****, aren't I? > "Of course, my Mistress," Asa uttered, and immediately got on her hands and >knees and kissed B-ko's shoe. ALL: OH YUCK! WASHU: This is getting pretty bad. > "Very good," B-ko said. "Now, kneel up." SHAMPOO: Sit. Stay! Good Asa! SAMANTHA: You are not helping. >Asa obeyed, she leaned back, sitting >only her toes and knees on the floor, with her hands behind her back. WASHU: Assume the position. SAMANTHA: Don't you start! >B-ko swung the >paddle that she had in her hand freely, she then walked behind Asa and swung with all >her might. CRACK! The sound echoed and reverberated throughout the room. Asa felt >the stinging pain of the paddle and began to sob openly. > * * * SAMANTHA: Thank god the scene did not go any further then that. > On the other side of campus, where the college faculty's offices were, the >professors and instructors were bustling, preparing for the new semester, typing >up syllabuses, making the necessary preparations, going over the roll sheets for >their classes, and new instructors were being shown the ropes. WASHU: Not to mention putting extra commas on overtime while giving no work to very little periods. >Graviton University >and Undergraduate College's newest recruit hailed from a respectible local high school, >specifically, Graviton High School for Girls. > Miss Ayumi got off her mo-ped and was immediately welcomed by various >members of >the faculty. SHAMPOO: Poor lady. She no idea what she get into. >Miss Ayumi was happy with herself, now she could get on with her life >and meet some men with as stimulating of an intellect as hers.... SAMANTHA: It is very hard to find smart men these days. >She had >transferred to the college to get away from the mess of the high school and was >pleased to learn that she would be teaching her favorite subject...English. This >was the reason after all, that they had given her the job at the college, because >of her astute translation of the English language. WASHU: Too bad she wasn't around when they dubbed the BGC series. > Miss Ayumi was introduced to the rest of the faculty and then shown around campus, >by the end of the day, SHAMPOO: She had been fired. >she had been shown to her classroom, and finally to her office. >Miss Ayumi sat down at her desk and sighed. This was what she had dreamed of for so >long, SAMANTHA: Getting away from the blatant destruction of the city? Who wouldn't! SHAMPOO: Agree with you there. >that and meeting a man who would sweep her off her feet. After they had finally >left her alone, Miss Ayumi walked over to her door and locked it. She sat down and >began >to day dream, first about Kei, and how much of a mistake that it would have been if >they >had actually married. Then she began to think about one of the young and handsome >instructors that was showing her around the campus. She began to dream about him, >his adoring blue eyes, his light blond hair, and his soothing laugh. SAMANTHA: She's going to fall asleep, right? Right? WASHU: I hope so. SHAMPOO: Shampoo miss Ranma. > Miss Ayumi, started to feel a stirring between her legs. SAMANTHA: ACK!! It's turning into a lemon! WASHU: It already *was* a lemon! SAMANTHA: Well they're finally getting to this part. Can we please fast forward it? WASHU: Hang on. Let's see where it goes before doing that. >_Shit,_ she thought, >_I can't do this here! How embarrassing!_ But she gave in to her primal desires, >she opened her blouse revealing her size thrity-eight breasts. SHAMPOO: Yuck! Fast forward, Washu! WASHU: All right. . WASHU: Happy? SAMANTHA: Yes, thank you very much. SHAMPOO: Shampoo feel sick >She stood up, put her clothes back on and left her >office to go home. SAMANTHA: And we're leaving! Right? WASHU: Yes. We'll have another little break before continuing on. SHAMPOO: Yah-tah! Shampoo need something to wash taste of fanfic away. WASHU: I believe there's some pop in the lobby. ________________________________________________________________________ Send any C & C to: xwing@uniserve.com