Heh. YATTA.
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spottoTo celebrate my favourite character evar's birthday, I wrote a story...maybe a oneshot.
And it was very hard to write because in order to write it I had to fight my horrible addiction on my latest drug of "happy hyper cute blonde things".
Bonus vid inside, XP
Happy Birthday Kaaaaazumi Asakura, <3 (Sayo!!!)
And it was very hard to write because in order to write it I had to fight my horrible addiction on my latest drug of "happy hyper cute blonde things".
Bonus vid inside, XP
Flail Your Sexy Arms
“Good morning, Hasegawa-san! You look wonderful today!”
”Thanks for your sarcasm, Asakura,” Chisame said as she walked into the classroom. Her hair was a disaster today and she had little sleep last night, thus the bags hanging mockingly under her eyes.
The redhead smiled, “Sarcasm? Oh no no no! You do look absolutely splendid today! Did you repeat with shampoo on your hair? It is magnificent!”
”You can stop now…it’s getting scary…”
”What is getting scary, Hasegawa-san? Can’t you appreciate a good friend full of compliments?”
Chisame growled, “You? Good friend!? Ha! And you usually call me Chiu-something, what gives?”
”What do you mean, what gives? Why must you be rude to someone who simply wants to have a good friendly conversation with you on this fine morning?” Kazumi replied. Her smile did not look like a sinister one, which started to make Chisame suspicious.
”I don’t know what’s wrong with you today, but you seem even more annoying than usual,” Chisame mumbled and retreated to her desk at the back of the class, which was fortunately a pretty good distance from Kazumi’s seat, which was up front.
The redhead shrugged and descended to her own desk when the bell rang. More students shuffled into the class quietly, and some not so quietly, but the teacher had not come yet, so everybody started up more conversations or violent arguments in some cases.
“Hello Aisaka-san!” Kazumi greeted quite loudly, confusing those who were ignorant that a ghost lived around here.
Sayo looked up from the desk, which she had her head down on. She looked at the rather optimistic redhead oddly, “Uh, Asakura-san? Since when did you call me by my last name?”
”What do you mean, my good friend? I just want to discuss the beautiful morning we’re having today! The sunlight outside and the shining rays coming through the window has just brightened up my mood so much that I want to go skydiving later!”
Sayo looked out the window. It was raining, stormy, windy, and lightning hit the poles at every direction, “…whatever you say, Asakura-san.”
Finally, the door opened, and in came one of the classroom’s more noticeable unique traits, the ten-year-old teacher. He stepped in with his booklet and closed the door. Many students started to wildly fling their hands around to ask the teacher a pointless question, nothing to do with the English language. One particular student, Ayaka Yukihiro, stood up to silence the hyperactive classroom.
“PEOPLE! PLEASE! Negi-sensei is trying to teach his remarkable language to us, and we should listen!”
”Ah, thank you iincho…” Negi started, until the blonde continued to ramble on with her daily mannerisms.
“Of course, Negi-sensei! I would do ANYTHING for you! Yes, if you would like any certain pig-tailed students to leave the class, I would KINDLY help you escort her out!”
”HEY! Shut up, you dumb blonde! Since when did he want anything like that!?” A girl with bells in her hair stood up, it was Baka Red, Asuna Kagurazaka.
Ayaka smirked, “It was simply a suggestion which I’m sure many of us would agree with, you stupid monkey!”
And the daily catfight began, until unexpectedly, the redhead sitting at the front desk near the windows, ran between them.
“Girls! I’m sure we can solve this without any unnecessary violence! Ah! I got an idea! Negi-sensei should be stricter! And I know JUST the thing to discipline these rude students of yours!” The redhead announced loudly. The rest of the class was wondering what the hell she was doing.
The journalist stepped down and whispered something into the teacher’s ear, who looked a little reluctant to go through with it, but the redhead’s persuasion skills which had not been affected unlike everything else about her kicked in. In ten minutes, both Baka Red and the class representative were standing at opposite corners, staring at them, with a time out.
“Alright then…thank you for that…idea, Asakura-san, now to commence the lesson…” Negi said, and he got up on his stool to start writing on the chalkboard.
Chisame grumbled as she heard the blonde and baka behind her whispering several insults and curse words at each other. She certainly would’ve preferred them to interrupt the class so she could basically have free time on her laptop while the rest of her stupid classmates went insane. She stared at the redhead, who was strangely fidgeting, in the front row of desks of the classroom. What the hell was wrong with her today?
”Asakura-san…are you alright?” Sayo peeped at her friend sitting next to her. The girl looked like she had a migraine as she rested her head on her desk beside the ghost.
“I’m fine, Aisaka-san…never been better…glad you asked…”
The redhead looked as if she would fall asleep in class at anytime. Eventually the bell rang and the class was over, and she looked like she had survived. Sayo watched the redhead leave the classroom, and was worried about her friend. She floated out of her humble “home” and decided to follow the girl.
A few other classmates were hanging around the halls, some having spares, and others deciding to skip their next dreaded math class. They were the sports girls, just chatting about their daily lives and hobbies.
“And we lost 64-52 in the finals…it was so HEARTBREAKING!!! Waaaah…”
Makie patted her disappointed friend. Yesterday was the girl’s basketball finals, and Mahora had somehow made it all the way to that point. They had the lead, but a spill that caused their star player to end up in the hospital cost them dearly. Yuuna thought the team could finish without her, but they ended up failing.
”Don’t worry about it! There’s always next year!” Makie smiled. She took out her acrobatic ribbon, swinging it around for practice, “Negi-kun was awesome in class again! He was so cute!”
”You say that everyday,” Akira said, “but today was a little strange, don’t you think?”
Makie thought for a moment, “Really? Negi-kun seemed the same as always! Cute and kind of boring with his really hard English lessons!”
”Well, iincho and Asuna-san don’t usually get punished for arguing, which they do everyday,” Akira added, “that was strange.”
Ako waved her hand, “It was probably nothing--“
”HOW ARE YOU DOING, GUYS!?”
The pale-haired girl suddenly found herself about to slump onto the ground from the sudden voice that had crept up behind her. Before she could fall onto the hard cold floor, the basketball player of the group managed to catch her, “You’re so clumsy, Ako!”
Makie turned to the voice, “Asakura! What the hell was that!?”
”I was only asking how you were doing! Geez, some people are so goddamned uptight!” She said, putting her hands onto her hips, “What the hell is wrong with you!?”
”You don’t usually talk to us unless it’s something to your benefit,” noted Akira, as she stood
up tall in a dominant pose, as if defending her friends.
The redhead shook her head, “You have discriminated against me! Us hard-working reporters don’t spend our lives just for scoops! We do have a LIFE, you know! I am extremely offended, Akira-chan! And to think I thought you were one of those kind supporting friends! HMPH!”
”…Akira-chan?”
Yuuna glared at the reporter, “You’re acting weird today, Asakura.”
”And again with the discrimination! Is normal to you, me nosing around everyone’s business so I can write about their techniques on putting on underwear supposed to be normal for me!? That’s it! I’m never treating you guys to gelato again!”
Makie watched as the redhead marched off, steamed, “She was going to treat us to gelato!?” Baka Pink started to whine.
“Maybe it’s her time of the month…and if it is, a pretty bad case of it…”
The sports girls simply shrugged it off and decided to continue their conversation somewhere else.
-
The clouds had scattered, and the rain stopped. The sun reappeared and dried up everything, and all the spiders decided to climb up spouts again. The courtyard was once again filled with several students doing nothing, perhaps waiting for the next class or lunch. Sayo was looking around for wherever her friend went, and she didn’t have to look long.
A loud voice echoed throughout the area, “HELLO MAHORA!!!”
People turned around, exclaiming things like “it’s the paparazzi” or “oh god no that stupid bitch”. Sayo turned and saw Kazumi standing up on the roof of Mahora holding a speakerphone.
“STUDENTS OF MAHORA! You may know me as the paparazzo who steals from the rich and gives to the poor! In which I mean taking your secrets and revealing them to the public! Today I want to give a truce to you all, and to do that, I shall do a very daring task!”
The last sentence caught everyone’s attention, as they all stared at the girl who continued to speak.
“I shall scooter off this roof and jump over several trees and cars! If I land safely, I will go to the principal’s office and convince him to cancel the midterms! If I do not land safely, I will give you all fair recognition and write about something embarrassing about me for once in the paper! How about it, friends!?” She grabbed a simple scooter she had owned since she was in grade school, but she wore neither helmet nor any other protective gear.
Everybody started murmuring, wondering if she was legally insane.
“Before I do this, are they any questions from my wonderful audience!?” She yelled as she fixed up the scooter. The piece of metal was rather old, so she must’ve used it quite a bit before.
A random girl asked, “ARE YOU CRAZY!?”
”That’s an excellent question! No, unfortunately I am not crazy, just stupid! Any other questions before I jump!?”
”WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?”
”Giving the majority what they want is one of my dreams…let’s do that today!” Kazumi got on her scooter. The ghost, who had nearly hyperventilated, which was actually impossible, flew towards the redhead in such great speed she even surprised herself.
”Asakura-san!? Are you insane!? Stop this!” Sayo yelled, finding herself rather demanding, but she had to be.
Kazumi grinned, “You want to ride with me? This will be rather thrilling.”
”You’ll get yourself killed!!!” Sayo was almost crying now, feeling as if she couldn’t convince the redhead to stop this madness, “at the very least put on a helmet or something!”
”No time for that, the teachers probably heard me and are rushing to stop me any minute! HERE WE GO!” Kazumi thrust her foot onto the roof, and pushed herself downhill towards the roof’s edge.
“ASAKURA-SAN!!!”
The ghost watched in horror as her best friend flew off the roof. She amazingly managed to stay on the scooter, and even lifted both her hands up screaming, “NO HANDS!” as she continued diving through the sky. She did successfully fly over some cars and short trees, but the hardest part was landing, and indeed that was something not many people without any skill in stunts like these often do successfully.
And then there was the crash.
-
Chisame was grumbling as the stomped through the halls, her hand was clutching the bag strap extremely tightly. She was angry as hell. Her laptop was missing. She had left it in the classroom just go to for the washroom for a bit, but when she returned, there was no notebook. All the students had left since the bell had gone, and now she was fuming.
She headed towards that dreaded 3-A class she was just in to re-evaluate what exactly happened. Some important Chiu-stuff was in there. She knew nobody could break the program she had written to make sure no one but she could get into the files. In fact it even had a fingerprint scanner. After looking around the room for the fourth time, she was about to leave when she heard a loud voice echoing through the school.
“HELLO MAHORA!!!”
It was the voice of that damned reporter, Asakura Kazumi. The girl had been acting strange today, which gave Chisame a good reason to pinpoint her as a prime suspect. She began to make her way towards wherever the voice came from when she bumped into 3-A’s favourite vampire loli, Evangeline AK McDowell.
“Get out of my way,” Chisame mumbled as she walked pass the vampire.
The blonde Caucasian girl smirked, “You know this is actually normal.”
”What!?” Chisame turned around to face the shorter classmate.
“One of the idiots in the classroom being more idiotic than usual, it’s normal for this time of year.”
The net idol raised her eyebrow, but knowing the shorter girl had been here for a while, perhaps she knew something.
“What day is it, Hasegawa?”
Chisame thought for a few seconds, since she never kept track of time, “Thursday.”
”As in a date.”
”January 10th…what’s your point?”
The vampire turned around, about to walk off. She started down some stairs before facing the net idol again, “Every year on January 10th, that damn reporter does something really stupid. I’m surprised she hasn’t killed herself ye—“
CRASH!!!
To be continued?
BONUS, A YOUTUBE VID OF A SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD:
“Good morning, Hasegawa-san! You look wonderful today!”
”Thanks for your sarcasm, Asakura,” Chisame said as she walked into the classroom. Her hair was a disaster today and she had little sleep last night, thus the bags hanging mockingly under her eyes.
The redhead smiled, “Sarcasm? Oh no no no! You do look absolutely splendid today! Did you repeat with shampoo on your hair? It is magnificent!”
”You can stop now…it’s getting scary…”
”What is getting scary, Hasegawa-san? Can’t you appreciate a good friend full of compliments?”
Chisame growled, “You? Good friend!? Ha! And you usually call me Chiu-something, what gives?”
”What do you mean, what gives? Why must you be rude to someone who simply wants to have a good friendly conversation with you on this fine morning?” Kazumi replied. Her smile did not look like a sinister one, which started to make Chisame suspicious.
”I don’t know what’s wrong with you today, but you seem even more annoying than usual,” Chisame mumbled and retreated to her desk at the back of the class, which was fortunately a pretty good distance from Kazumi’s seat, which was up front.
The redhead shrugged and descended to her own desk when the bell rang. More students shuffled into the class quietly, and some not so quietly, but the teacher had not come yet, so everybody started up more conversations or violent arguments in some cases.
“Hello Aisaka-san!” Kazumi greeted quite loudly, confusing those who were ignorant that a ghost lived around here.
Sayo looked up from the desk, which she had her head down on. She looked at the rather optimistic redhead oddly, “Uh, Asakura-san? Since when did you call me by my last name?”
”What do you mean, my good friend? I just want to discuss the beautiful morning we’re having today! The sunlight outside and the shining rays coming through the window has just brightened up my mood so much that I want to go skydiving later!”
Sayo looked out the window. It was raining, stormy, windy, and lightning hit the poles at every direction, “…whatever you say, Asakura-san.”
Finally, the door opened, and in came one of the classroom’s more noticeable unique traits, the ten-year-old teacher. He stepped in with his booklet and closed the door. Many students started to wildly fling their hands around to ask the teacher a pointless question, nothing to do with the English language. One particular student, Ayaka Yukihiro, stood up to silence the hyperactive classroom.
“PEOPLE! PLEASE! Negi-sensei is trying to teach his remarkable language to us, and we should listen!”
”Ah, thank you iincho…” Negi started, until the blonde continued to ramble on with her daily mannerisms.
“Of course, Negi-sensei! I would do ANYTHING for you! Yes, if you would like any certain pig-tailed students to leave the class, I would KINDLY help you escort her out!”
”HEY! Shut up, you dumb blonde! Since when did he want anything like that!?” A girl with bells in her hair stood up, it was Baka Red, Asuna Kagurazaka.
Ayaka smirked, “It was simply a suggestion which I’m sure many of us would agree with, you stupid monkey!”
And the daily catfight began, until unexpectedly, the redhead sitting at the front desk near the windows, ran between them.
“Girls! I’m sure we can solve this without any unnecessary violence! Ah! I got an idea! Negi-sensei should be stricter! And I know JUST the thing to discipline these rude students of yours!” The redhead announced loudly. The rest of the class was wondering what the hell she was doing.
The journalist stepped down and whispered something into the teacher’s ear, who looked a little reluctant to go through with it, but the redhead’s persuasion skills which had not been affected unlike everything else about her kicked in. In ten minutes, both Baka Red and the class representative were standing at opposite corners, staring at them, with a time out.
“Alright then…thank you for that…idea, Asakura-san, now to commence the lesson…” Negi said, and he got up on his stool to start writing on the chalkboard.
Chisame grumbled as she heard the blonde and baka behind her whispering several insults and curse words at each other. She certainly would’ve preferred them to interrupt the class so she could basically have free time on her laptop while the rest of her stupid classmates went insane. She stared at the redhead, who was strangely fidgeting, in the front row of desks of the classroom. What the hell was wrong with her today?
”Asakura-san…are you alright?” Sayo peeped at her friend sitting next to her. The girl looked like she had a migraine as she rested her head on her desk beside the ghost.
“I’m fine, Aisaka-san…never been better…glad you asked…”
The redhead looked as if she would fall asleep in class at anytime. Eventually the bell rang and the class was over, and she looked like she had survived. Sayo watched the redhead leave the classroom, and was worried about her friend. She floated out of her humble “home” and decided to follow the girl.
A few other classmates were hanging around the halls, some having spares, and others deciding to skip their next dreaded math class. They were the sports girls, just chatting about their daily lives and hobbies.
“And we lost 64-52 in the finals…it was so HEARTBREAKING!!! Waaaah…”
Makie patted her disappointed friend. Yesterday was the girl’s basketball finals, and Mahora had somehow made it all the way to that point. They had the lead, but a spill that caused their star player to end up in the hospital cost them dearly. Yuuna thought the team could finish without her, but they ended up failing.
”Don’t worry about it! There’s always next year!” Makie smiled. She took out her acrobatic ribbon, swinging it around for practice, “Negi-kun was awesome in class again! He was so cute!”
”You say that everyday,” Akira said, “but today was a little strange, don’t you think?”
Makie thought for a moment, “Really? Negi-kun seemed the same as always! Cute and kind of boring with his really hard English lessons!”
”Well, iincho and Asuna-san don’t usually get punished for arguing, which they do everyday,” Akira added, “that was strange.”
Ako waved her hand, “It was probably nothing--“
”HOW ARE YOU DOING, GUYS!?”
The pale-haired girl suddenly found herself about to slump onto the ground from the sudden voice that had crept up behind her. Before she could fall onto the hard cold floor, the basketball player of the group managed to catch her, “You’re so clumsy, Ako!”
Makie turned to the voice, “Asakura! What the hell was that!?”
”I was only asking how you were doing! Geez, some people are so goddamned uptight!” She said, putting her hands onto her hips, “What the hell is wrong with you!?”
”You don’t usually talk to us unless it’s something to your benefit,” noted Akira, as she stood
up tall in a dominant pose, as if defending her friends.
The redhead shook her head, “You have discriminated against me! Us hard-working reporters don’t spend our lives just for scoops! We do have a LIFE, you know! I am extremely offended, Akira-chan! And to think I thought you were one of those kind supporting friends! HMPH!”
”…Akira-chan?”
Yuuna glared at the reporter, “You’re acting weird today, Asakura.”
”And again with the discrimination! Is normal to you, me nosing around everyone’s business so I can write about their techniques on putting on underwear supposed to be normal for me!? That’s it! I’m never treating you guys to gelato again!”
Makie watched as the redhead marched off, steamed, “She was going to treat us to gelato!?” Baka Pink started to whine.
“Maybe it’s her time of the month…and if it is, a pretty bad case of it…”
The sports girls simply shrugged it off and decided to continue their conversation somewhere else.
-
The clouds had scattered, and the rain stopped. The sun reappeared and dried up everything, and all the spiders decided to climb up spouts again. The courtyard was once again filled with several students doing nothing, perhaps waiting for the next class or lunch. Sayo was looking around for wherever her friend went, and she didn’t have to look long.
A loud voice echoed throughout the area, “HELLO MAHORA!!!”
People turned around, exclaiming things like “it’s the paparazzi” or “oh god no that stupid bitch”. Sayo turned and saw Kazumi standing up on the roof of Mahora holding a speakerphone.
“STUDENTS OF MAHORA! You may know me as the paparazzo who steals from the rich and gives to the poor! In which I mean taking your secrets and revealing them to the public! Today I want to give a truce to you all, and to do that, I shall do a very daring task!”
The last sentence caught everyone’s attention, as they all stared at the girl who continued to speak.
“I shall scooter off this roof and jump over several trees and cars! If I land safely, I will go to the principal’s office and convince him to cancel the midterms! If I do not land safely, I will give you all fair recognition and write about something embarrassing about me for once in the paper! How about it, friends!?” She grabbed a simple scooter she had owned since she was in grade school, but she wore neither helmet nor any other protective gear.
Everybody started murmuring, wondering if she was legally insane.
“Before I do this, are they any questions from my wonderful audience!?” She yelled as she fixed up the scooter. The piece of metal was rather old, so she must’ve used it quite a bit before.
A random girl asked, “ARE YOU CRAZY!?”
”That’s an excellent question! No, unfortunately I am not crazy, just stupid! Any other questions before I jump!?”
”WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?”
”Giving the majority what they want is one of my dreams…let’s do that today!” Kazumi got on her scooter. The ghost, who had nearly hyperventilated, which was actually impossible, flew towards the redhead in such great speed she even surprised herself.
”Asakura-san!? Are you insane!? Stop this!” Sayo yelled, finding herself rather demanding, but she had to be.
Kazumi grinned, “You want to ride with me? This will be rather thrilling.”
”You’ll get yourself killed!!!” Sayo was almost crying now, feeling as if she couldn’t convince the redhead to stop this madness, “at the very least put on a helmet or something!”
”No time for that, the teachers probably heard me and are rushing to stop me any minute! HERE WE GO!” Kazumi thrust her foot onto the roof, and pushed herself downhill towards the roof’s edge.
“ASAKURA-SAN!!!”
The ghost watched in horror as her best friend flew off the roof. She amazingly managed to stay on the scooter, and even lifted both her hands up screaming, “NO HANDS!” as she continued diving through the sky. She did successfully fly over some cars and short trees, but the hardest part was landing, and indeed that was something not many people without any skill in stunts like these often do successfully.
And then there was the crash.
-
Chisame was grumbling as the stomped through the halls, her hand was clutching the bag strap extremely tightly. She was angry as hell. Her laptop was missing. She had left it in the classroom just go to for the washroom for a bit, but when she returned, there was no notebook. All the students had left since the bell had gone, and now she was fuming.
She headed towards that dreaded 3-A class she was just in to re-evaluate what exactly happened. Some important Chiu-stuff was in there. She knew nobody could break the program she had written to make sure no one but she could get into the files. In fact it even had a fingerprint scanner. After looking around the room for the fourth time, she was about to leave when she heard a loud voice echoing through the school.
“HELLO MAHORA!!!”
It was the voice of that damned reporter, Asakura Kazumi. The girl had been acting strange today, which gave Chisame a good reason to pinpoint her as a prime suspect. She began to make her way towards wherever the voice came from when she bumped into 3-A’s favourite vampire loli, Evangeline AK McDowell.
“Get out of my way,” Chisame mumbled as she walked pass the vampire.
The blonde Caucasian girl smirked, “You know this is actually normal.”
”What!?” Chisame turned around to face the shorter classmate.
“One of the idiots in the classroom being more idiotic than usual, it’s normal for this time of year.”
The net idol raised her eyebrow, but knowing the shorter girl had been here for a while, perhaps she knew something.
“What day is it, Hasegawa?”
Chisame thought for a few seconds, since she never kept track of time, “Thursday.”
”As in a date.”
”January 10th…what’s your point?”
The vampire turned around, about to walk off. She started down some stairs before facing the net idol again, “Every year on January 10th, that damn reporter does something really stupid. I’m surprised she hasn’t killed herself ye—“
CRASH!!!
To be continued?
BONUS, A YOUTUBE VID OF A SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD:
Happy Birthday Kaaaaazumi Asakura, <3 (Sayo!!!)
