Project: A-ko, The College Years, Chapter 4a WRITTEN BY: Greg Thompson and Mike Coughlan MSTIED BY: Jamie Jeans a.k.a. JOLT!!! Which one is this? Ah yes! this is the eighth part of my twenty-eighth fanfic. I swear, much more of Greg and Mike's work and *my* head will explode. LEGAL STUFF: All the Anime characters in the following MST belongs to the talented and creative people who made them. Please don't sue me for I am merely borrowing your characters and not making any claim on them. The Club Anipike belongs to Nightbreak, whom I am grateful to for allowing me to use it. Samantha Jones a.k.a. Silhouette, belongs to me, Jamie Jeans Now, on to the show! ________________________________________________________________________ SAMANTHA: Sorry about those comments, Shampoo. I'll keep them toned down. SHAMPOO: Much appreciated. WASHU: Ready to go? EVERYONE ELSE: WASHU: Okay! > Chapter 4a: WHOA! STOP THE RIDE, I WANT OFF!!! SHAMPOO: Oh no you don't. You suffer like rest of us. > The first day of classes, and A-ko was already late for it. First on her list >was Miss Ayumi's American-English class. She ran through the science building >, WASHU: There goes the resale value. >dragging C-ko with her. A large explosion pushed her forward, harder. _Oh well, so >much >for that assignment,_ she thought, grinning, continuing on. SAMANTHA: Come on! Have a little bit more respect for education! > "What building was her class in, C-ko?" A-ko yelled. > "I dunno! The Language building?" C-ko yelled back, trying to make sure that >she >didn't get hit by any flying debris. REI: If she does, then C-ko will get knocked out and we won't have to listen to her cry or shout anymore. SHAMPOO: Wishful thinking... > * * * WASHU: Three stars? SAMANTHA: I was thinking more along the lines of the bullets fired at JFK. > Miss Ayumi walked into her classroom to see that her students were all patiently >waiting for the class to start, some a little more talkative with the other students >than others. ALL: >One student, however, was not looking all that happy, he kept staring >at the door, then his watch and then would glare at his friend as if he wished for >him to die. His friend, she assumed, was trying to calm him down. REI: Gotta get him on decaf. >She smiled and >began to set up for the class, when she felt a cold gaze staring at her. She looked >over only to see B-ko and her minions sitting there staring at her, wanting the class >to start. Miss Ayumi's heart raced. _I left the high school because of this! Am I >going to have to quit teaching altogether to get away from them?_ she thought. ALL: Yes! SAMANTHA: Maybe she should retire? WASHU: She's certainly earned it. > B-ko stared at Miss Ayumi for a little bit, _Just like high school,_ she thought, >chuckling and then looked at her watch. SHAMPOO: It no like High School until A-ko show up and you battle her in bikini. >_Too much like high school. A-ko's making C-ko >late again! And this time she's living on the campus! The nerve of that bitch!_ REI: Blah, blah, blah, blah... > "Dude, calm down," Craig said to his friend, who was not happy. "She'll be here, >I'm tellin' ya." > "If'n ye 'ave givin' me faulty information, I'll kill ye! I swear I will!" Myles >muttered, but Craig was able to tell what it was he had said. > "Just give her a minute!" WASHU: Talk about your obsessive compulsive disorder! SAMANTHA: In other words: he's a wacko. WASHU: Exactly. > Miss Ayumi grabbed her role-call sheet and began to call off the names on it, and >the students raised their hands in response. "Buchanan, Myles."...a few more names... >"Daitokuji, Biko"...more names. REI: Mike Rotch... Ha ha, very funny! > "Yer a dead, man, Craig, yer a bloody dead man!" > "Uhh, dude just--" Craig was interupted by what sounded like an explosion over >by >the science building. SHAMPOO: That girl cause more damage then fight between Ryouga and Ranma. > "Kotobuki, Shiko," Miss Ayumi said, holding back her emotions. Nothing. SHAMPOO: Why me? WHY ME?!?! ARGH!!! >"Kotobuki, >Shiko." Nothing but a slight rumbling. _Where is that girl?_ "Kotobuki, Shi--" Miss >Ayumi was interrupted by the sight of the wall of her classroom collapsing, as two >figures >emerged from the debris. SAMANTHA: Leona and Bonaparte? WASHU: Shion and Marta? REI: Nuku-Nuku and Poison one? SHAMPOO: Akane and Kodachi? > "HAI! Y-A-H-O-O-O! Hi, Sensei!" C-ko yelled at the top of her lungs running >over >to the nearest available seats. ALL: >"A-ko, over here!" A-ko, catching her breath, sat next >to C-ko. Miss Ayumi sat still for a moment. She did not know what to say or do. Some >of the students began to look at each other with concern, others really did not care. >Miss Ayumi stared off blankly into space. B-ko stood up. SAMANTHA: Uh, guys? I think Miss Ayumi cracked. SHAMPOO: Poor girl. Buy her stiff drink at Anipike later. > "Miss Ayumi?" she asked. "Sensei?" Craig looked over to B-ko. _Hey, it's the >girl I ran into a while back. She seems concerned with Miss Ayumi...Hmm..._ With a >broad grin, Craig stood up and walked down the stairs of the lecture room towards >Miss Ayumi's desk. _Time to show my sensitive side._ WASHU: Well, that is one way to get a girl's attention... >A few other students got a >similiar idea and began to walk to front of the class to see if she was alright. >Craig walked in front of Miss Ayumi and waved his hand in front of her eyes. > "Oy, sensei!" he said, deeply. Miss Ayumi snapped out of her trans for a >moment, saw a young man with a look of concern on his face in front of her. >Without hesitating, she embraced him and began to sob uncontrollably, burying >her face into his trench coat. SAMANTHA: She's cracked. SHAMPOO: Like egg dropping on road. REI: She and Miss Haruna should get together some time. > A-ko and C-ko looked at each other and shrugged. B-ko sat back in her >seat and watched Miss Ayumi make a spectical of herself in front the entire >class. WASHU: Which she did by breaking out into a wonderful rendition of 'Feelings'. >Myles sat amused at the predicament Craig had gotten himself into, but >was quickly distracted by movement where A-ko was sitting. REI: If A-ko was sitting, then how could she be moving? SHAMPOO: Details, details... >Myles drooled on his >notepad, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and dropping down an inch with each >pant. ALL: Yuck! WASHU: You're gonna have to clean that up, you know. >Craig tried to break free of the hold Miss Ayumi had on him, REI: *SNAP* Oops. Sorry about your arm there. >but failed, >miserably. > "Miss Ayumi...MISS AYUMI GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!" Craig cried. >"YOU'VE >GOT A CLASS TO TEACH FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!" ALL: SAMANTHA: Does everyone in this fanfic have to shout? WASHU: You know, I just realized something... whatever happened to Kei? SHAMPOO: Got dragged away by police, remember? > With that, Miss Ayumi quickly realized what had happened, and why she had > done it. She blushed and released Craig. > "I...I'm sorry," she apologized. "I've...uh...I had a lot on my mind... >uhh...death in the family..." _Yeah right, Ayumi! Lie to your students._ SAMANTHA: My teacher did it all the time! >"Return to your seats, I'm alright, thank you for your concern...." She started, >wiping the tears from her eyes and staring at Craig for a moment. > "Craig. Craig Vincent." > "Uh, yes, I'm sorry you all had to see that...please return to your seat, >Craig. Thank you, again." Craig walked back to his seat and sat down next to >Myles who was looking at him with an impish grin. > "What?" > "You l'il stud, you." Myles replied. REI: Eww! Oh god! This fanfic is going downhill real fast! SAMANTHA: At least you won't have to review the second part. This is *nothing* compared to that. > "SHUT UP!" > Miss Ayumi re-did the role-call and began to tell the students what was >expected of them that semester. WASHU: You will be expected to collect three dragons of different colors in each level while surviving gun totting maniacs and death traps of all kinds. EVERYONE ELSE: Huh? >She handed out her syllabus and told the students >which texts they needed for her class. Craig sat there, listening to her talk but >was still stunned, shocked and confused as to the events that had happened at the >beginning of the class. He was quickly brought back to his senses with a nudge >from his friend. SHAMPOO: Ah! *THUMP* REI: Sorry about that. > "Hey," Myles whispered. "Are you alright?" > "Yeah, I'm fine." > "Good. Any luck getting me into that gym class, yet?" > "Not yet, I still am having trouble hacking into the database. New password, >this term." WASHU: This guy is a hacker? No way! He couldn't hack himself out of a paper bag! > "Ye'd better get me in! The class starts tomorrow!" > "I'll pull another all-niter." > "Ye do that, lad. Ye do that." SAMANTHA: Or I'll break your kneecaps. > "Stop calling me lad, ya punk!" > Miss Ayumi continued her lecture and after and hour and half of it, the class >was dismissed. B-ko and her minions were the first to leave. The other students >were packing up their books and heading out of the classroom, REI: Via the huge hole A-ko had made earlier. SHAMPOO: That must drive insurance up wall. >the last to leave was >A-ko, C-ko, Myles and Craig. A-ko and C-ko spoke to each other for moment. Myles >just sat there watching. Craig dragged his friend out of his seat, who then got to >his feet and began to follow A-ko and C-ko out of the classroom, with Craig not too >far behind. A hand grasped Craig's shoulder and SAMANTHA: Ripped it off. WASHU: We'll never leave the opening alone, will we? >he turned to see who it was. It >was Miss Ayumi. SHAMPOO: Could you give me shoulder back? Kinda need it. > "Got a moment?" she asked, smiling. > "Sher," he replied. > "About what happened in the beginning of the class." > "Yes?" > "Did I say or mutter anything?" SAMANTHA: Yeah... something about the eleven secret herbs and spices... > "Uhh," Craig thought for a moment. He put his hand behind his head and began >think. "Uhh...not that I'm aware..." Craig lied, she had mumbled something, but >decided that it was best not to embarrass her with it. > "Good. Let's just forget what happened and go our seperate ways then?" > "Uhh...sher...whatever..." > "Thank you, dismissed." she said, sitting back down at her desk. Craig left >and closed the door behind him. Miss Ayumi placed her face in her hands and began >to sob again. Craig opened the door for a moment, he had forgotten his notebook. >He got a good look at Miss Ayumi, decided not to bother anyway>, and quietly closed the door again. REI: Hey! The character really *does* reflect the author! SHAMPOO: What point of whole scene? WASHU: I have no idea. SAMANTHA: Argh... I hate realtime fanfics... > Outside of the classroom, Craig stood for a moment. _What's with her?_ he >thought. _A gorgeous looking woman, with an emotional problem like that? >Hmmm...PMS!!!_ Craig laughed and ran after his friend. ALL: >* * * > Director General Lawerence Yashida watched the monitor closely. A tiny craft >had just penetrated the solar system and was passing Pluto. Yashida was promoted to >Director General after Director General Monty Zuma had his mental breakdown during >the last alien "invasion". He looked at the readouts and studied them. _What the >hell do they want from us? They got their lost princess! And why send just one >tiny ship out this time? NAN DA JIGOKU?!?!?!_ SAMANTHA: Oh yeah, get all upset over one tiny ship. REI: Darn it! I need an exposition! > "Sir?" a female voice called from behind him. > "Yes?" he asked, calmly turning to see a young beautiful purple-haired girl >stood there, smiling at him. EVERYONE ELSE: SHAMPOO: That not me!!! WASHU: Well, she certainly does resemble you quite a bit. > "Uh, is there something wrong? You had your face pressed against the monitor >and there is now an indentation where your hands were in the counter." > "Hm?" he asked, turning to look at his hand marks in the counter. "Uh, I'm >fine, thank you. Get me Daitokuji." SAMANTHA: Oh for crying out loud! Give up doing that!!! REI: Doing what? SAMANTHA: Oh, Mike and Greg just *love* to run any little bit of comic relief into the ground! WASHU: You should've seen what they did with the whole 'crying tears' routine. SHAMPOO: That not me up there... > "Yessir," she said, turning away and walked over to the phone. _So, Monty, >now I understand why you had your nervous breakdown. IT'S THESE OBNOXIOUS >ALIENS!!!_ WASHU: Obnoxious? A bit pushy, perhaps, but not obnoxious. >* * * > Hikaru sat in his office enjoying a pleasurable lip service from Claudia when >the vid phone rang. ALL: Yuck! SHAMPOO: There seem to be one of these nearly every chapter. WASHU: I'll fast forward it past the *really* bad stuff. SHAMPOO: Thank you. >Hikaru growled at it. SAMANTHA: He's got rabies! >It continued to ring. After deciding that >growling at the thing would do no good, he pressed the pick-up switch. > "Daitokuji here," he said, supressing a moan. REI: Blow job there. EVERYONE ELSE: REI! REI: Oops... > "Sir, this is Director General Yashida," the young, blond-haired man on the other >line of the phone answered. > "I know damn well who the hell you are, what the fuck do you want?" he yelled. > "Oh yes, talk dirty to me, honey." Claudia moaned, queitly. SHAMPOO: No talk dirty on my account. > "Uh, who was that?" Yashida asked. > "None of your fucking business! Now, what the hell do you want?" > "I want you inside me, baby!" Claudia groaned taking all of his manhood down >the >back of her throat. WASHU: Who wrote this sex scene? CATS? > "Uh..." Yashida gulped, sweating profusely. "Did I call at a bad time?" > "You ALWAYS call at a bad time! Now, for the final time, what the hell do you >want?" > "Well, sir, we have gotten reports from the Pluto outpost that a small Alpha >Cygni ship is en route to Earth and we may be needing some new artillery." > "You said it was just a tiny ship, didn't you? Can't you handle it yourselves for >once?" > "Uh, we don't like to underestimate the Alpha Cygnis, sir." > "Alright, I'll see what I can do, what's the ETA?" > "The craft should be here sometime during the week." > "Very well, I'll have something for you within the next two days." WASHU: Whetever it works or not is another question entirely. > "HAI!" Yashida answered, and with that Hikaru shut off the vid phone. Claudia >sat >back on her knees and unbuttoned her top, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. >Her >large, firm breasts hung naked out of her blouse. EVERYONE ELSE: Washu? WASHU: All right. I'm fast forwarding it now. > "Well, I must be getting to work now," he said, standing back up, getting dressed >quickly and walking out of his office. After the door closed, Claudia sighed, stood up, >got dressed and began to clean up the mess that was made. SAMANTHA: I think I'll pass on making any comments here. SHAMPOO: Wise idea. REI: Well that was disgusting as well as useless. Most of it was... WASHU: Not yet, Rei, we have at least two more parts to go before we offer C & C. SAMANTHA: Only two more parts before the end of Part 1? Something horribly twisted is going to happen, I just know it. SHAMPOO: Shampoo hope not. Nearly lost it back there. REI: And it would have been hard to go back for. EVERYONE ELSE: REI: What? ________________________________________________________________________ Send any C & C to: xwing@uniserve.com