Robert Kwong
25th January 2005, 05:32 AM
HI all,
Here is Chapter 3 titled: Roaring Thunder
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H A R D
|< O R
interlude Edition
K i m a g u r e O r a n g e R o a d
F a n f i c t i o n
by Robert Kwong
ver 1.0
Finished August 3, 1998
Based on characters from the Kimagure Orange Road Series created by
the venerable Matsumoto Izumi.
As you can see, this is fanfiction harkening back to the old Kimagure
Orange Road Series. These stories were written in the attempt to
clarify certain details assumed and to provide clues for future Hard
Kor episodes. Book A and Book B chapters provides the events after
Shin Kor I. This Book C interlude edition will bridge the gap between
Shin Kor II and Shin Kor III.
HardKor Web Site (With Disclaimer and back-stories: Book A and Book B
chapters) http://www-ucsee.eecs.berkeley.edu/~rk/HardKor.html
My SuperPage for the General Kimagure Orange Road enthusiast
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Thanks for reading my stories and making it one the most popular KOR
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as I did writing it. Thanks again. Robert Kwong Ark Productions -98-
Legend: Akane=Akane Kasuga Kurumi=Kurumi Kasuga Manami=Manami Kasuga
Muroke=Koji Muroke Shijama = Shijama Zumi Taku = Taku Morisaki Shun =
Shun Kisaragi Hasegawa = Hasegawa Kazuya
[] - denotes scene changes () - indicates person thinking to himself
(**) - indicates action or special effects.
Interlude: Chapter 3: Roaring Thunder
[On the early morning airplane flight to Honolulu]
(Ryusei Haroken is sitting comfortable in his first class seat)
(A stewardess walks up to him. Ryusei stares back at her through his
sunglasses)
"Hello sir. Welcome to JAL Airlines. My name is Kamakura Akari. I
will be serving you for the duration of this flight. Can I bring you
anything such as a magazine or maybe a drink?"
Ryusei: A cup of Takahara Sake would be good.
"A good selection sir. Anything else I can do for you?"
R: That would do for now, thank you.
R: <Another long flight to endure. That's the bad thing about being
an agent, always travel back and forth all around Asia to close
deals. And not at a good time at all. All my major "stars" have
left. Now I have to start over.>
(Ryusei reaches over and plucks out a book for his his black leather
briefbag)
(Book title reads: The Odyssey)
R: <Gives me something to pass the time away...>
(*Flashback at the office*)
"Master, can I come in?"
R: You're already half way in, #2. Another halfway in should be
sufficient.
#2: You didn't forget about today did you?
R: Today? Today is like any other day. But what about today?
#2: It's my last day. I told you about 3 months ago. I'm going to the
boarding house tomorrow in preparation for the start of my college
life. Did you forget already?
R: Is it that time already? How the summer months have passed so
quickly.
#2: Yeah, it sure has. I just wanted to give you something before I
#go.
R: You are giving me a gift? It should be I giving you something for
your work.
#2: Many thanks, but there's no need to. You've already done way too
much for me already. I just wanted the chance to return the favor to
you someday.
(Hands him a book)
R: No wrapping?
#2: There's nothing I can give you that can really surprise you, so I
decided to be more direct with it. I hope you enjoy the book.
R: A book by the poet Homer? The Odyssey? A sea story?
#2: Yeah. It's a classic. One of the finest Greek mythology and drama
pieces ever written. I thought with all the troubles with this play
and all, that you could use a little cheering up and inspiration at
the same time. I hope you enjoy it.
R: I'm sure I will, but I'm curious why you chose this classical
book?
#2: I'm sure you're find out once you read it. I think you will find
that you and the protagonist have a lot more in common than you think.
The search to find out who you really are. To find your true identify
and self.
R: Curious comment, but I shall soon find out what you really mean
when I get the chance to read it. Arrigatou.
#2: (respectfully bows and leaves) Don't forget tomorrow's is
Manami-san's last day!
"Your drink sir."
R: (looks up at flight attendant) Ah yes, arrigatou.
[Back at the boarding school]
(We hear a slight rumble in the air which is getting louder and
louder. Soon, it is a loud, deafening roar.)
Shijama: (stirring from his sleep) W-w-whatt! Not those baka
Shinohara guys at it again with the room. Wait a moment, this is not
my room!
Muroke: 'jama-kun. Shhh! You might wake up Taku-san.
"You have no need to worry waking me. I'm up already."
(both peer up towards the bunk to see Taku Morisaki peering through
his telescope)
Shijama: If I didn't wake him, that deafening noise would. Which
doesn't explain why I am here.
Muroke: You don't remember? Right after you complained about those
builder guys, you collapsed from exhaustion. Apparently, the
all-nighter and stress from that ghost scare really knocked you
out. Me and Taku-san carried you back to our rooms where you stayed
while those guys worked on the room. You been asleep until now. So
good morning to you!
Shijama: Are you kidding? It's morning now? I was out that long?
Muroke: Sure was. But I was awoken also by that annoying noise.
What's causing it?
Taku: I'm monitoring it right now through my 'scope. I see a rather
stocky person riding atop a rather large motor-bike.
Muroke: Well, let's go out and find this creep and give him a piece
of our minds!
(As they proceed outside, they see a crowd of the residents already
out there in clad in their robes and standing around this curious
figure wearing green military fatigues and a helmet.)
(Shun Kisaragi, boarding house coordinator comes out with curlers in
his hair to meet this figure.)
Shun: Furusawa! Is that you playing a practical joke on the
dorm-house? If it is you, I'm not amused! Now take off that silly
helmet!
"WRONG MAN YOU'RE LOOKING FOR MAAM! I GO BY SHeen-Oooo-Haaa-Raaa.
SHINOHARA ASUMA."
Muroke: (whispers to Shijama) So he must be your new roommate! What a
character!
Shun: (irate) First of all, I'm a he you're addressing, not a
she. Second, Mr Shinohara Asuma, please refrain from shouting out
everything you say. My ears are already ringing. Last, I hope you are
aware that you caused a big ruckus this morning with your noise-maker
here!
"Blame my Harley Davidson for the noise. Regrets for my thundering
entrance. Raced down the speedway yesterday night to break in my
'Hog' and to make it here. Gomen. But here I am now, ready and
willing to be a proud, new member and resident of the Greenwood
facilities.
Taku: Greenwood? Where's that? What is he talking about?
(Muroke and Shijama just shrug their shoulders)
Shun: You may be sorry, but look at the trouble you caused everyone
around you. It's a good thing we're very liberal on these types of
stunts. But I'll have to report you to our head, Hasukawa-san.
Speaking of which, there he is! Suka-chan! There you are! Over here!
Tell our new resident here the rules around here!
Hasegawa: (looking quite dazed and speaking in a monotonic tone)
Welcome to Ryokurin Ryou boarding house. We hope your stay here would
be a pleasant one. Please be away that all mechanized travel
vehicles are to be kept outside the boarding house at all times. You
may park in the holding area in the back lot.
"Yes sir. Arrigatou for the info. (to crowd) My friends! Excuse my
rude intrusion today! Free drinks for all at my place after school!
(A loud cheer erupts from the crowd as Shinohara revs up his bike,
raises his hand to acknowledge the cheering crowd, pops a wheelie on
his bike and rides off)
Shun: (waving to the crowd, trying to talk to the crowd above the
thunderous noise of the motorcycle) Don't pay attention to him! House
rules must be followed. Hey, is anybody listening? Hello? <Man, what
a character. Damn, I could use a drink just about now!>
Taku: What a daredevil! I wish I could ride like him!
Shijama: Oh brother! Who have I gotten myself stuck with...
[At the Shin ABCB] "Getting your daily morning drink down?"
Hayakawa: Tell me about it man. Since Ryusei left me in charge of
things, everything's been a mess! His main helpers are gone and
Nagasi seems more worried about her appearance than the production
itself.
"Well given those circumstances, things can only look up for you."
Hayakawa: Man, I hope you're right. (gulps down another swig of his
drink) Say Master. Madoka's work for you before, hasn't she?
"Yes she has. She worked during junior high at the old ABCB. She was
probably my best worker."
Hayakawa: Notice anything strange or eccentric about her? Anything
odd or out of the ordinary?
"No, I don't believe so. Why do you ask?"
Hayakawa: Oh, nothin. Just trying to get all the scoop in trying to
figure that woman out. All the techniques I tried on her hasn't
worked in luring her to work exclusively for our group. I just
thought you might have known something about her in her past that
would help me out.
"Gomen. I can't be much help to you in that aspect. Although I do
have to say that she has had a mysterious past before she came to
work for me."
Hayakawa: Really? How so?
"Before, when she came to me looking for a job, I was at first
skeptical. Having overheard a tale or two of the dreaded
'Ayukawa-san' and her wild streak from the students I served before,
I was very hesistant. But in talking with her, I realized that this
was a very mature young woman I was talking to, far older than her
age would indicate. I decided to put aside my reservations and rumors
and take a chance. I have not regretted it ever since. "
Hayakawa: Well, that's nice to hear.
"Sorry I've couldn't been much more of a help to you."
Hayakawa: No problem. I have another evaluation gig with Madoka's
cousin, Yukari and her group later on. Maybe I'll get something from
her.
(in staggers a man who stumbles up to Hayakawa)
"Hey, I know you! You're with Haroken. "
Master: Hey mister! I let you in here, but that doesn't mean you can
bother the customers here!
Hayakawa: Don't sweat it Master. I know this guy.
Master: You know this man?
Hayakawa: Yeah. He's the guy who wrote our play of which we are
producing. But he's not much of a man as you see him now. Use to be
a hot-shot writer long time ago, but it seems the bottle has caught
up to him.
"T-t-tat's not true! It was my sponser's fault! Always changin' my
stories! I wrote a story about kappa... and he had to change it to a
bunch of freaking kats! "
Master: Hey buddy. Calm down.
"Just give me a Lipovitan-D special deluxe drink, will ya. And
'kawa-san. Could you lend me a little cash? I kind of need it right
now"
Hayakawa: Whatever you say. I have to go. Here's a little something
to get you by. (hands him a 10,000 yen note)
"T-t-thanks a l-l-lot Haya haya haya-kawa sanay. "
(Hayakawa helps to the bar stool where he falls asleep)
Hayakawa: Take care of 'Izzy' for me, will ya? I have a gig to attend.
(Master nods) <So that's his name...>
[At the Madoka mansion]
I was wrapped up in a sweet, delicious sleep, snoring loudly,
something I didn't enjoy for the past few weeks. But soon, the
nick-full fingers of sunlight prodded my senses and woke me up from
my sleep.
I saw Madoka walk pass.
Madoka: Kasuga. I hope I didn't wake you up while I was dressing.
Kyousuke: No darling. I woke up by my own accord.
Madoka: I was glad you managed to get one good restful night
yesterday out of the past two weeks.
Kyousuke: (sheepishly) I'm sorry we couldn't do it last night.
Madoka: That's ok, dear. I realized your rest was more important.
Besides, you'll have plenty of time for your training later.
Kyousuke: Training? What do you ....hey! Madoka, you can be so cruel
sometimes.
Madoka: (flashes a vixen smile behind her velvet dress) I know. See
you later. I have make my class.
Ayukawa Madoka. The girl I am madly in love with, and the one I've
been leaning on these past few weeks. She seems to have entered her
groove now, always keeping herself busy pursuing her passion for
music. First was the hit song for that soap opera for which she let
Hayakawa take all the credit. Then it was the beautiful score she
composed for the play, if it ever came out, and now she's teaching
classes at the Tokyo Conservatory of Music. Armed with her Powerbook,
she seems unstoppable.
As for me, I was mired in a deep funk. I had a stint doing some
photography jobs for all the various summer festivals and some bit
photography for family portraits. However I started experiencing the
flashbacks when the report ran.
It was sometime in August, the same day to observe the surrender of
Japan, marking the end of World War II. With the moment of silence
observed for the atomic bombing of Hiroshima days before, the whole
country was already in a solemn mood. And on that same day, they
began broadcast of my journals in Bosnia while I was there to
photograph the violence and atrocities there. Tamura-san, the
broadcasting head at NHK news and my boss for a time kept her word to
me. To have a more deserving person tell my story and experiences in
the Balkan peninsula. She had an old World War II field correspondent
perform the narration, who no doubt, had a similar role in filming
and observing the tides of battle, the trauma of the soldiers, and
the atrocities being committed. Each night, as he read page after
page of my text, I cried, as if realizing the power of my own words
for the first time. Madoka cried with me, as if realizing the impact
that it had on me, giving me the sense that she went through a
similar life and death ordeal. But I was glad it was finally done,
providing for me a sort of catharsis.
But with anything given, there was a price to be paid. Although the
words had been spoken now, I felt that I still had something that
weighing me down...something that was causing me to experience a fit
of flashbacks these past weeks.
Flashbacks experienced by war soldiers in the heat of battle are bad,
but for an Esper, it's even worse, for the effect becomes pronounced
after each one. For every flashback I have, it seems like I am
getting closer to some bright, blinding light. Right after that, I
would wake up in a cold sweat. Every time, I try to bring myself to
confront this light, inching closer and closer but some other
unconscious force inside me tears me away from it. Why? What could I
be hiding from myself?
[At Tokyo University]
Muroke: Taku-san! There you are! Good of you to meet us here during
your lunch period to show us around the sights of the campus.
Taku: That is no problem. That's the responsibility of an
upper-class-men. I know you guys are new here, being from Hokkaido.
I had the same feeling coming from Koi-chi in the big city of Tokyo.
Shijama: Lucky for us that the new guy doesn't attend this college!
Muroke: But you still have to room up with him!
Taku: Don't be quick to judge him just yet guys. Outward appearances
can be deceiving. Sometimes, you just need the chance to talk to a
person to find what who they really are. I should know from
experience.
Muroke: Is that so? Which person was like that for you?
Taku: Oh, it was just someone back in my high school. That's all.
Probably since this is lunch, I should show you guys a couple of hot
food spots.
[At Waseda University]
"Rikki-chan! You've finally made it!"
"Hiya Yumi. Sorry I was late in getting here. You know about these
things. Things back home took a lot longer to straighten out than I
expected."
Yumi: Typical of you to act this way. But I'm glad you're finally
made it to the U. Isn't this so exciting being in a U. in the big
city of Tokyo for the first time?
"No. Why should it be? I've already visited all the big colleges and
universities in the city a dozen times already. "
Yumi: Oh, I forgot that you lived here most of your life already.
"Don't take it personally. I'm sorry if it came off as snobbish.
Sometimes, I just don't watch what I say and just blurt out whatever
comes to mind."
Yumi: Ah, you're just being yourself. People seem to act that way in
this town. At least you realize that now. Some of the people I talk
to don't even realize that they're talking down to me.
"You'll learn. There a certain way you need to address them to get
your message across. I'll teach you a few phrases when we get back to
the room."
Yumi: Arrigatou. Say, have you told him yet that you will be
attending school here in Tokyo now?
"No."
Yumi: So when are you going to tell him?
"I'm not sure. When the time's right, I'll tell him."
Yumi: What kind of answer is that? Talk to me. I am your best friend,
you know.
"I'm just not sure how to approach these things. I just got back in
town, so I need a few days to reacquaint myself. And besides, I'm
more worried about getting a part-time job to pay my way through.
I'll be so busy, that I won't have time at all to meet him. I bet
it's the same way with him.
Yumi: If you say so. Hey,...I have a splendid idea.
"What is it?"
Yumi: You should attend this cool club meeting with me. It's about
women's rights and women's independence. Your kind of interests. I
just heard about it yesterday.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Yumi: Why not? Doesn't hurt. At least you can attend the first
meeting and see how it is first.
"Not interested."
Yumi: Come on!
"But I am not in the same university as you are. I attend Rikkyo
University now, or did you forget already? It wouldn't feel right
attending clubs at another university.
Yumi: It doesn't matter.
"My answer is still no."
Yumi: Then do it as a favor to me. I don't want to be the only one
alone by myself. Please come with me!
(lets out a sigh and says)
"Yumi, did anyone tell you that you can be very sneaky and
manipulative?"
Yumi: No; I save those qualities when I need a big favor.
"But you owe me one large favor. "
Yumi: Thanks. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'll let you win at
tennis next time.
"But I always win!"
Yumi: I know. How about I buy you lunch instead?
"It's a deal if you throw in dishwashing duties for a week."
Yumi: Boy, you're harsh!
"A lady's got to protect her delicate hands. You should know that."
Yumi: Well, pretty fingers, let's get your hands dirty with some
Indian food!
(they walk right pass the Kasuga twins crossing the other way)
Kurumi: It's your turn!
Manami: No, it's your turn!
Kurumi: I did all the work yesterday! You have to wear that turban
today!
Manami: No I'm not! I only agreed to set up the table and pass out
flyers. There is no way I'm going to wear that silly hat.
"Will you two just shut up?"
Manami & Kurumi : (in unison) Akane?!? What are you wearing?
(They see Akane dressed up as a tough gang leader, with a band around
her forehead and brandishing brass knuckles and a leather jacket
cutoff.)
"What are you wearing!?!"
Akane: What do you mean? I'm wearing my usual everyday outfit.
(They both shake their head and look at Akane again to see her
wearing normal clothes, sitting at the table.)
Kurumi: Boy, did you change clothes fast! How did you do that?
Akane: Change clothes? Did you guys see me wearing something
different?
Manami: Yep. You haven't been daydreaming have you?
Akane: Not really...I mean I was here by myself for a bit and I just
got plain bored for you two to come by, so I must have accidentally
been projecting my daydream.
Kurumi: Gee, I wonder what made you daydream that getup...
Manami: It was lucky we were here and that nobody was nearby.
Otherwise, they could have learned about your secret power Akane.
You've got to be more careful next time, especially since your Power!
has increased.
Akane: I still need more practice controlling my projections on
people in my zone. But it's great that your powers grow more advanced
with maturity.
Kurumi: Yeah, like you're really mature.
Manami: Kurumi-chan!
Kurumi: I mean, when it comes to power, I'm the muscle in the family!
My powers is also greater.
Akane: You wanna test that boast? (clenches both her fists)
Manami: Baka you two! Ya-mero! Now's not the time for this. Hey, did
you hear that?
Kurumi: It sounds like a loud rumble, like in the wrestling ring.
Akane: An earthquake?
Manami: Oh no, watch out! Here it comes! Duck!
(they hear a rip-roaring buzzing sound)
(They see a motorcycle racing by their table, causing their papers to
fly all over the place!)
Akane: God damn it! You asshole! You're not suppose to ride your
wheels on the walkway!
Manami: Wasn't nice of that guy to make a mess of our display?
Kurumi: (pounds her fist into her hands) I should have clothes-lined
him off his motorcycle and then gave him my patented Kurumi twist!
Akane: Curse that freshman male! I can sense and smell their stench
from a mile away. They're the lowest of the breed! So damn cocky and
disrespectful that they dare dis the upperclasswoman! From this point
on, this is war!
[Back to Tokyo University]
Muroke: Hey Taku-san. That was a great soba place you took us too.
Taku: Glad you enjoyed the food.
Shijama: Guess we split up from here.
Muroke: No, not yet. I bet you guys didn't get your email accounts
yet.
Taku: Email? What's that?
Muroke: It's a relatively new thing that's just becoming very popular,
especially at the universities. It like regular mail, except you can
read and send it through a computer.
Shijama: That's more along your major. I don't think our departments
have such a thing.
Muroke: That's where you're wrong there. Virtually all the
departments now have their own servers. That includes the Physics and
Chemistry departments.
Taku: Well, I don't know. I really don't do well with complex
electrical mechanisms.
Muroke: It's easy. I'll show you both how to use it. It's so handy,
that you can communicate with your old friends attending other
colleges without racking up those large long-distance phone bills.
Taku: I don't suppose you could find out for me if I could contact
people at Koichi University through this email technology, can you?
Muroke: Sure. I can track it down for you. Although only the major
universities in the big cities can afford the infrastructure
computing costs associated with such a system. But I predict,
eventually this email thing will take off in the next 3 years that
people would wonder how they lived without it.
Shijama: Are you sure Koji-chan? You're not just hyping this like you
hype the other technical stuff like the Apple Newton, are you?
Muroke: I'll let you guys play with it and decide on your own.
Taku; Hmmm, I give it a try and see.
Muroke: O-kay! Let's go!
[At Appleline Studios]
(Hayakawa has just finish listening to Yukari and her group play)
(Hayakawa approaches her)
Hayakawa: I would like a moment alone in the sound room, if you don't
mind.
Yukari: Sure. But what for? Why does it have to be private.
Hayakawa: You are the lead and manager, are you not?
Yukari: Sure I am. Gimme a minute.
Hayakawa: I'll be waiting for you inside. (enters the sound-proof
room)
Shuu: (leans over, with his guitar in his lap) What's this guy up to?
Yukari: (coyly) Maybe he likes me. Jealous?
Shuu: Naaaah.
Yukari: Why not?
Shuu: You're the wrong type for that wolf.
Yukari: Is that so?
Shuu: Plus you're way too tall and gawky. And...
Yukari: Are you finished listing all my faults Shuu-san?
Shuu: Nah. But I'll continue after you're done! (cracks a smile and
braids the guitar)
(*TWANG*)
Yukari: Hmph!
(inside the sound room)
Yukari: Now Hayakawa-san. I am here. Now what was so important that
we had to discuss it in here?
Hayakawa: I have a proposition for you and your group. But I have a
small matter to discuss regarding Ayukawa Madoka.
(outside the room)
band member: What are they saying in here?
Shuu: I dunno, but that guy is doing most of the talking. I be
worried now.
[Evening time] (As the trio, Muroke, Shijama, and Taku come home from
Tokyo U., they hear some retro music on the second floor. As they
make their way to Shijama's room, they see some strange flickering
colored lights. They see a small crowd just outside.)
"Hey boys, you're just in time! Come in and enjoy the music."
(Namie Amuro's Dancing Junk playing)
Taku: Is that a disco strobe I see? (Muroke nods)
Shinohara: (to everyone) Sorry about the drinks. The hall monitor was
such a prick about straight booze that I had to water it down to
Kokuhai. But if anyone asks you, just tell 'em it's Coke."
Kumpai!
(*sounds of mirth and jovial behavior*)
(a guy walks up to Muroke)
"You're Koji-san, aren't you?"
Muroke: Yes. And you are....?
"We've met during orientation?"
Muroke: Oh, yeah...during that mixup. You must be Tatsuya-san.
"Yes, Tatsuya Youta. Freshman to Ryokuto High.I live downstairs in
Room 112. So you live up in this level?"
Muroke: Yes, I do. Room 312. Attending Tokyo University.
"Sugoi! You look so young! You must be very well-conditioned to look
so youthful. Do you play sports?"
Muroke: Not really. Actually, I'm not much older than you. Probably
by only 2 or 3 years only.
"Honto? Then you must be a prodigy genius."
Muroke: Not really. Just lucky, that's all.
"Do you mind if I drop by to ask for some help during the term?"
Muroke: I don't see why not.
Shijama: Psst! (motions his hand to Muroke to come over)
Muroke: Excuse me. It seems my friend needs to talk to me.
Muroke: (to Shijama) What is it?
Shijama: There he is. Shinohara, my new roommate. What should I do?
Muroke: Why don't you just go up and introduce yourself to him?
Shijama: He looks kind of intimidating. Could you back me up.
Muroke: Sure, sure. I'll be close by. Now go before you lose your
courage.
Shijama: ok. Here goes.
Shijama: Well, excuse me. I don't believe you know me, but my name is
Zumi Shijama. I'm your new roommate.
Shinohara: New roommate, huh? Well, happy to meet you buddy. You're
one lucky son of a gun to be roommate with me. Come here and let me
show you around the 'improvements' I had my boys put in.
(inside the room, we see a totally different room compared with the
spartan rooms around the house)
Shinohara: Here is the refrigerator and mini wet-bar for that late
night drink and snack.
Over here is the entertainment center with stereo system attached to
the big screen tv, laserdisc, super vhs, and satellite tv. (points
up to wires going up to the roof)
And last of all, here is my work area. (see a dismantled engine lying
to the side.)
Muroke: (sees a colorful piece of paper lying nearby the debris
around the engine); Notices the wording: Women's Liberation Club)
<This sounds very familiar...I wonder if this is the same thing that
Manami-san and her sister attended at that nightclub> Is this yours?
Where did you get this flyer?
Shinohara: That piece of junk? Got it caught on my 'Hog' and I was
whizzing by a chick who was cursing me all the way. Waseda got a
bunch of looney girls there. Really a bunch of crap if you think
about it.
Muroke: <You might need an attitude adjustment buddy>
Shinohara: Lookie here at a new mechanical contraption I've been
working on. Bibby-head is it's name. //acts like tim the tool-man
taylor now! a disaster waiting to happen.
(we see a robotic-like contraption about one feet tall)
Shinohara: (picks up a remote control) Lemme show you what this baby
can do.
(Robot's eyes start to light up. It stands up and does a little dance.
Everyone claps. Then as it is doing a pirouette...)
Taku: Why doesn't it stop spinning?
Shinohara: That's not suppose to happen. (fiddles with remote control
some more making it spin even faster)
Shinohara: Oh sweet mother of heaven! Gyros all screwed UP inside!
Everyone take cover! She's gonna blow!
(*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*!)
That's when I knew that we were in for a long semester.
[End of chapter]
Here is Chapter 3 titled: Roaring Thunder
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H A R D
|< O R
interlude Edition
K i m a g u r e O r a n g e R o a d
F a n f i c t i o n
by Robert Kwong
ver 1.0
Finished August 3, 1998
Based on characters from the Kimagure Orange Road Series created by
the venerable Matsumoto Izumi.
As you can see, this is fanfiction harkening back to the old Kimagure
Orange Road Series. These stories were written in the attempt to
clarify certain details assumed and to provide clues for future Hard
Kor episodes. Book A and Book B chapters provides the events after
Shin Kor I. This Book C interlude edition will bridge the gap between
Shin Kor II and Shin Kor III.
HardKor Web Site (With Disclaimer and back-stories: Book A and Book B
chapters) http://www-ucsee.eecs.berkeley.edu/~rk/HardKor.html
My SuperPage for the General Kimagure Orange Road enthusiast
http://www-ucsee.eecs.berkeley.edu/~rk/Kor.html
My contact email address for comments or further correspondence:
rk@soda.berkeley.edu
Thanks for reading my stories and making it one the most popular KOR
fanfic on the web! (30000 can't be wrong!)I hope you enjoy reading it
as I did writing it. Thanks again. Robert Kwong Ark Productions -98-
Legend: Akane=Akane Kasuga Kurumi=Kurumi Kasuga Manami=Manami Kasuga
Muroke=Koji Muroke Shijama = Shijama Zumi Taku = Taku Morisaki Shun =
Shun Kisaragi Hasegawa = Hasegawa Kazuya
[] - denotes scene changes () - indicates person thinking to himself
(**) - indicates action or special effects.
Interlude: Chapter 3: Roaring Thunder
[On the early morning airplane flight to Honolulu]
(Ryusei Haroken is sitting comfortable in his first class seat)
(A stewardess walks up to him. Ryusei stares back at her through his
sunglasses)
"Hello sir. Welcome to JAL Airlines. My name is Kamakura Akari. I
will be serving you for the duration of this flight. Can I bring you
anything such as a magazine or maybe a drink?"
Ryusei: A cup of Takahara Sake would be good.
"A good selection sir. Anything else I can do for you?"
R: That would do for now, thank you.
R: <Another long flight to endure. That's the bad thing about being
an agent, always travel back and forth all around Asia to close
deals. And not at a good time at all. All my major "stars" have
left. Now I have to start over.>
(Ryusei reaches over and plucks out a book for his his black leather
briefbag)
(Book title reads: The Odyssey)
R: <Gives me something to pass the time away...>
(*Flashback at the office*)
"Master, can I come in?"
R: You're already half way in, #2. Another halfway in should be
sufficient.
#2: You didn't forget about today did you?
R: Today? Today is like any other day. But what about today?
#2: It's my last day. I told you about 3 months ago. I'm going to the
boarding house tomorrow in preparation for the start of my college
life. Did you forget already?
R: Is it that time already? How the summer months have passed so
quickly.
#2: Yeah, it sure has. I just wanted to give you something before I
#go.
R: You are giving me a gift? It should be I giving you something for
your work.
#2: Many thanks, but there's no need to. You've already done way too
much for me already. I just wanted the chance to return the favor to
you someday.
(Hands him a book)
R: No wrapping?
#2: There's nothing I can give you that can really surprise you, so I
decided to be more direct with it. I hope you enjoy the book.
R: A book by the poet Homer? The Odyssey? A sea story?
#2: Yeah. It's a classic. One of the finest Greek mythology and drama
pieces ever written. I thought with all the troubles with this play
and all, that you could use a little cheering up and inspiration at
the same time. I hope you enjoy it.
R: I'm sure I will, but I'm curious why you chose this classical
book?
#2: I'm sure you're find out once you read it. I think you will find
that you and the protagonist have a lot more in common than you think.
The search to find out who you really are. To find your true identify
and self.
R: Curious comment, but I shall soon find out what you really mean
when I get the chance to read it. Arrigatou.
#2: (respectfully bows and leaves) Don't forget tomorrow's is
Manami-san's last day!
"Your drink sir."
R: (looks up at flight attendant) Ah yes, arrigatou.
[Back at the boarding school]
(We hear a slight rumble in the air which is getting louder and
louder. Soon, it is a loud, deafening roar.)
Shijama: (stirring from his sleep) W-w-whatt! Not those baka
Shinohara guys at it again with the room. Wait a moment, this is not
my room!
Muroke: 'jama-kun. Shhh! You might wake up Taku-san.
"You have no need to worry waking me. I'm up already."
(both peer up towards the bunk to see Taku Morisaki peering through
his telescope)
Shijama: If I didn't wake him, that deafening noise would. Which
doesn't explain why I am here.
Muroke: You don't remember? Right after you complained about those
builder guys, you collapsed from exhaustion. Apparently, the
all-nighter and stress from that ghost scare really knocked you
out. Me and Taku-san carried you back to our rooms where you stayed
while those guys worked on the room. You been asleep until now. So
good morning to you!
Shijama: Are you kidding? It's morning now? I was out that long?
Muroke: Sure was. But I was awoken also by that annoying noise.
What's causing it?
Taku: I'm monitoring it right now through my 'scope. I see a rather
stocky person riding atop a rather large motor-bike.
Muroke: Well, let's go out and find this creep and give him a piece
of our minds!
(As they proceed outside, they see a crowd of the residents already
out there in clad in their robes and standing around this curious
figure wearing green military fatigues and a helmet.)
(Shun Kisaragi, boarding house coordinator comes out with curlers in
his hair to meet this figure.)
Shun: Furusawa! Is that you playing a practical joke on the
dorm-house? If it is you, I'm not amused! Now take off that silly
helmet!
"WRONG MAN YOU'RE LOOKING FOR MAAM! I GO BY SHeen-Oooo-Haaa-Raaa.
SHINOHARA ASUMA."
Muroke: (whispers to Shijama) So he must be your new roommate! What a
character!
Shun: (irate) First of all, I'm a he you're addressing, not a
she. Second, Mr Shinohara Asuma, please refrain from shouting out
everything you say. My ears are already ringing. Last, I hope you are
aware that you caused a big ruckus this morning with your noise-maker
here!
"Blame my Harley Davidson for the noise. Regrets for my thundering
entrance. Raced down the speedway yesterday night to break in my
'Hog' and to make it here. Gomen. But here I am now, ready and
willing to be a proud, new member and resident of the Greenwood
facilities.
Taku: Greenwood? Where's that? What is he talking about?
(Muroke and Shijama just shrug their shoulders)
Shun: You may be sorry, but look at the trouble you caused everyone
around you. It's a good thing we're very liberal on these types of
stunts. But I'll have to report you to our head, Hasukawa-san.
Speaking of which, there he is! Suka-chan! There you are! Over here!
Tell our new resident here the rules around here!
Hasegawa: (looking quite dazed and speaking in a monotonic tone)
Welcome to Ryokurin Ryou boarding house. We hope your stay here would
be a pleasant one. Please be away that all mechanized travel
vehicles are to be kept outside the boarding house at all times. You
may park in the holding area in the back lot.
"Yes sir. Arrigatou for the info. (to crowd) My friends! Excuse my
rude intrusion today! Free drinks for all at my place after school!
(A loud cheer erupts from the crowd as Shinohara revs up his bike,
raises his hand to acknowledge the cheering crowd, pops a wheelie on
his bike and rides off)
Shun: (waving to the crowd, trying to talk to the crowd above the
thunderous noise of the motorcycle) Don't pay attention to him! House
rules must be followed. Hey, is anybody listening? Hello? <Man, what
a character. Damn, I could use a drink just about now!>
Taku: What a daredevil! I wish I could ride like him!
Shijama: Oh brother! Who have I gotten myself stuck with...
[At the Shin ABCB] "Getting your daily morning drink down?"
Hayakawa: Tell me about it man. Since Ryusei left me in charge of
things, everything's been a mess! His main helpers are gone and
Nagasi seems more worried about her appearance than the production
itself.
"Well given those circumstances, things can only look up for you."
Hayakawa: Man, I hope you're right. (gulps down another swig of his
drink) Say Master. Madoka's work for you before, hasn't she?
"Yes she has. She worked during junior high at the old ABCB. She was
probably my best worker."
Hayakawa: Notice anything strange or eccentric about her? Anything
odd or out of the ordinary?
"No, I don't believe so. Why do you ask?"
Hayakawa: Oh, nothin. Just trying to get all the scoop in trying to
figure that woman out. All the techniques I tried on her hasn't
worked in luring her to work exclusively for our group. I just
thought you might have known something about her in her past that
would help me out.
"Gomen. I can't be much help to you in that aspect. Although I do
have to say that she has had a mysterious past before she came to
work for me."
Hayakawa: Really? How so?
"Before, when she came to me looking for a job, I was at first
skeptical. Having overheard a tale or two of the dreaded
'Ayukawa-san' and her wild streak from the students I served before,
I was very hesistant. But in talking with her, I realized that this
was a very mature young woman I was talking to, far older than her
age would indicate. I decided to put aside my reservations and rumors
and take a chance. I have not regretted it ever since. "
Hayakawa: Well, that's nice to hear.
"Sorry I've couldn't been much more of a help to you."
Hayakawa: No problem. I have another evaluation gig with Madoka's
cousin, Yukari and her group later on. Maybe I'll get something from
her.
(in staggers a man who stumbles up to Hayakawa)
"Hey, I know you! You're with Haroken. "
Master: Hey mister! I let you in here, but that doesn't mean you can
bother the customers here!
Hayakawa: Don't sweat it Master. I know this guy.
Master: You know this man?
Hayakawa: Yeah. He's the guy who wrote our play of which we are
producing. But he's not much of a man as you see him now. Use to be
a hot-shot writer long time ago, but it seems the bottle has caught
up to him.
"T-t-tat's not true! It was my sponser's fault! Always changin' my
stories! I wrote a story about kappa... and he had to change it to a
bunch of freaking kats! "
Master: Hey buddy. Calm down.
"Just give me a Lipovitan-D special deluxe drink, will ya. And
'kawa-san. Could you lend me a little cash? I kind of need it right
now"
Hayakawa: Whatever you say. I have to go. Here's a little something
to get you by. (hands him a 10,000 yen note)
"T-t-thanks a l-l-lot Haya haya haya-kawa sanay. "
(Hayakawa helps to the bar stool where he falls asleep)
Hayakawa: Take care of 'Izzy' for me, will ya? I have a gig to attend.
(Master nods) <So that's his name...>
[At the Madoka mansion]
I was wrapped up in a sweet, delicious sleep, snoring loudly,
something I didn't enjoy for the past few weeks. But soon, the
nick-full fingers of sunlight prodded my senses and woke me up from
my sleep.
I saw Madoka walk pass.
Madoka: Kasuga. I hope I didn't wake you up while I was dressing.
Kyousuke: No darling. I woke up by my own accord.
Madoka: I was glad you managed to get one good restful night
yesterday out of the past two weeks.
Kyousuke: (sheepishly) I'm sorry we couldn't do it last night.
Madoka: That's ok, dear. I realized your rest was more important.
Besides, you'll have plenty of time for your training later.
Kyousuke: Training? What do you ....hey! Madoka, you can be so cruel
sometimes.
Madoka: (flashes a vixen smile behind her velvet dress) I know. See
you later. I have make my class.
Ayukawa Madoka. The girl I am madly in love with, and the one I've
been leaning on these past few weeks. She seems to have entered her
groove now, always keeping herself busy pursuing her passion for
music. First was the hit song for that soap opera for which she let
Hayakawa take all the credit. Then it was the beautiful score she
composed for the play, if it ever came out, and now she's teaching
classes at the Tokyo Conservatory of Music. Armed with her Powerbook,
she seems unstoppable.
As for me, I was mired in a deep funk. I had a stint doing some
photography jobs for all the various summer festivals and some bit
photography for family portraits. However I started experiencing the
flashbacks when the report ran.
It was sometime in August, the same day to observe the surrender of
Japan, marking the end of World War II. With the moment of silence
observed for the atomic bombing of Hiroshima days before, the whole
country was already in a solemn mood. And on that same day, they
began broadcast of my journals in Bosnia while I was there to
photograph the violence and atrocities there. Tamura-san, the
broadcasting head at NHK news and my boss for a time kept her word to
me. To have a more deserving person tell my story and experiences in
the Balkan peninsula. She had an old World War II field correspondent
perform the narration, who no doubt, had a similar role in filming
and observing the tides of battle, the trauma of the soldiers, and
the atrocities being committed. Each night, as he read page after
page of my text, I cried, as if realizing the power of my own words
for the first time. Madoka cried with me, as if realizing the impact
that it had on me, giving me the sense that she went through a
similar life and death ordeal. But I was glad it was finally done,
providing for me a sort of catharsis.
But with anything given, there was a price to be paid. Although the
words had been spoken now, I felt that I still had something that
weighing me down...something that was causing me to experience a fit
of flashbacks these past weeks.
Flashbacks experienced by war soldiers in the heat of battle are bad,
but for an Esper, it's even worse, for the effect becomes pronounced
after each one. For every flashback I have, it seems like I am
getting closer to some bright, blinding light. Right after that, I
would wake up in a cold sweat. Every time, I try to bring myself to
confront this light, inching closer and closer but some other
unconscious force inside me tears me away from it. Why? What could I
be hiding from myself?
[At Tokyo University]
Muroke: Taku-san! There you are! Good of you to meet us here during
your lunch period to show us around the sights of the campus.
Taku: That is no problem. That's the responsibility of an
upper-class-men. I know you guys are new here, being from Hokkaido.
I had the same feeling coming from Koi-chi in the big city of Tokyo.
Shijama: Lucky for us that the new guy doesn't attend this college!
Muroke: But you still have to room up with him!
Taku: Don't be quick to judge him just yet guys. Outward appearances
can be deceiving. Sometimes, you just need the chance to talk to a
person to find what who they really are. I should know from
experience.
Muroke: Is that so? Which person was like that for you?
Taku: Oh, it was just someone back in my high school. That's all.
Probably since this is lunch, I should show you guys a couple of hot
food spots.
[At Waseda University]
"Rikki-chan! You've finally made it!"
"Hiya Yumi. Sorry I was late in getting here. You know about these
things. Things back home took a lot longer to straighten out than I
expected."
Yumi: Typical of you to act this way. But I'm glad you're finally
made it to the U. Isn't this so exciting being in a U. in the big
city of Tokyo for the first time?
"No. Why should it be? I've already visited all the big colleges and
universities in the city a dozen times already. "
Yumi: Oh, I forgot that you lived here most of your life already.
"Don't take it personally. I'm sorry if it came off as snobbish.
Sometimes, I just don't watch what I say and just blurt out whatever
comes to mind."
Yumi: Ah, you're just being yourself. People seem to act that way in
this town. At least you realize that now. Some of the people I talk
to don't even realize that they're talking down to me.
"You'll learn. There a certain way you need to address them to get
your message across. I'll teach you a few phrases when we get back to
the room."
Yumi: Arrigatou. Say, have you told him yet that you will be
attending school here in Tokyo now?
"No."
Yumi: So when are you going to tell him?
"I'm not sure. When the time's right, I'll tell him."
Yumi: What kind of answer is that? Talk to me. I am your best friend,
you know.
"I'm just not sure how to approach these things. I just got back in
town, so I need a few days to reacquaint myself. And besides, I'm
more worried about getting a part-time job to pay my way through.
I'll be so busy, that I won't have time at all to meet him. I bet
it's the same way with him.
Yumi: If you say so. Hey,...I have a splendid idea.
"What is it?"
Yumi: You should attend this cool club meeting with me. It's about
women's rights and women's independence. Your kind of interests. I
just heard about it yesterday.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Yumi: Why not? Doesn't hurt. At least you can attend the first
meeting and see how it is first.
"Not interested."
Yumi: Come on!
"But I am not in the same university as you are. I attend Rikkyo
University now, or did you forget already? It wouldn't feel right
attending clubs at another university.
Yumi: It doesn't matter.
"My answer is still no."
Yumi: Then do it as a favor to me. I don't want to be the only one
alone by myself. Please come with me!
(lets out a sigh and says)
"Yumi, did anyone tell you that you can be very sneaky and
manipulative?"
Yumi: No; I save those qualities when I need a big favor.
"But you owe me one large favor. "
Yumi: Thanks. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'll let you win at
tennis next time.
"But I always win!"
Yumi: I know. How about I buy you lunch instead?
"It's a deal if you throw in dishwashing duties for a week."
Yumi: Boy, you're harsh!
"A lady's got to protect her delicate hands. You should know that."
Yumi: Well, pretty fingers, let's get your hands dirty with some
Indian food!
(they walk right pass the Kasuga twins crossing the other way)
Kurumi: It's your turn!
Manami: No, it's your turn!
Kurumi: I did all the work yesterday! You have to wear that turban
today!
Manami: No I'm not! I only agreed to set up the table and pass out
flyers. There is no way I'm going to wear that silly hat.
"Will you two just shut up?"
Manami & Kurumi : (in unison) Akane?!? What are you wearing?
(They see Akane dressed up as a tough gang leader, with a band around
her forehead and brandishing brass knuckles and a leather jacket
cutoff.)
"What are you wearing!?!"
Akane: What do you mean? I'm wearing my usual everyday outfit.
(They both shake their head and look at Akane again to see her
wearing normal clothes, sitting at the table.)
Kurumi: Boy, did you change clothes fast! How did you do that?
Akane: Change clothes? Did you guys see me wearing something
different?
Manami: Yep. You haven't been daydreaming have you?
Akane: Not really...I mean I was here by myself for a bit and I just
got plain bored for you two to come by, so I must have accidentally
been projecting my daydream.
Kurumi: Gee, I wonder what made you daydream that getup...
Manami: It was lucky we were here and that nobody was nearby.
Otherwise, they could have learned about your secret power Akane.
You've got to be more careful next time, especially since your Power!
has increased.
Akane: I still need more practice controlling my projections on
people in my zone. But it's great that your powers grow more advanced
with maturity.
Kurumi: Yeah, like you're really mature.
Manami: Kurumi-chan!
Kurumi: I mean, when it comes to power, I'm the muscle in the family!
My powers is also greater.
Akane: You wanna test that boast? (clenches both her fists)
Manami: Baka you two! Ya-mero! Now's not the time for this. Hey, did
you hear that?
Kurumi: It sounds like a loud rumble, like in the wrestling ring.
Akane: An earthquake?
Manami: Oh no, watch out! Here it comes! Duck!
(they hear a rip-roaring buzzing sound)
(They see a motorcycle racing by their table, causing their papers to
fly all over the place!)
Akane: God damn it! You asshole! You're not suppose to ride your
wheels on the walkway!
Manami: Wasn't nice of that guy to make a mess of our display?
Kurumi: (pounds her fist into her hands) I should have clothes-lined
him off his motorcycle and then gave him my patented Kurumi twist!
Akane: Curse that freshman male! I can sense and smell their stench
from a mile away. They're the lowest of the breed! So damn cocky and
disrespectful that they dare dis the upperclasswoman! From this point
on, this is war!
[Back to Tokyo University]
Muroke: Hey Taku-san. That was a great soba place you took us too.
Taku: Glad you enjoyed the food.
Shijama: Guess we split up from here.
Muroke: No, not yet. I bet you guys didn't get your email accounts
yet.
Taku: Email? What's that?
Muroke: It's a relatively new thing that's just becoming very popular,
especially at the universities. It like regular mail, except you can
read and send it through a computer.
Shijama: That's more along your major. I don't think our departments
have such a thing.
Muroke: That's where you're wrong there. Virtually all the
departments now have their own servers. That includes the Physics and
Chemistry departments.
Taku: Well, I don't know. I really don't do well with complex
electrical mechanisms.
Muroke: It's easy. I'll show you both how to use it. It's so handy,
that you can communicate with your old friends attending other
colleges without racking up those large long-distance phone bills.
Taku: I don't suppose you could find out for me if I could contact
people at Koichi University through this email technology, can you?
Muroke: Sure. I can track it down for you. Although only the major
universities in the big cities can afford the infrastructure
computing costs associated with such a system. But I predict,
eventually this email thing will take off in the next 3 years that
people would wonder how they lived without it.
Shijama: Are you sure Koji-chan? You're not just hyping this like you
hype the other technical stuff like the Apple Newton, are you?
Muroke: I'll let you guys play with it and decide on your own.
Taku; Hmmm, I give it a try and see.
Muroke: O-kay! Let's go!
[At Appleline Studios]
(Hayakawa has just finish listening to Yukari and her group play)
(Hayakawa approaches her)
Hayakawa: I would like a moment alone in the sound room, if you don't
mind.
Yukari: Sure. But what for? Why does it have to be private.
Hayakawa: You are the lead and manager, are you not?
Yukari: Sure I am. Gimme a minute.
Hayakawa: I'll be waiting for you inside. (enters the sound-proof
room)
Shuu: (leans over, with his guitar in his lap) What's this guy up to?
Yukari: (coyly) Maybe he likes me. Jealous?
Shuu: Naaaah.
Yukari: Why not?
Shuu: You're the wrong type for that wolf.
Yukari: Is that so?
Shuu: Plus you're way too tall and gawky. And...
Yukari: Are you finished listing all my faults Shuu-san?
Shuu: Nah. But I'll continue after you're done! (cracks a smile and
braids the guitar)
(*TWANG*)
Yukari: Hmph!
(inside the sound room)
Yukari: Now Hayakawa-san. I am here. Now what was so important that
we had to discuss it in here?
Hayakawa: I have a proposition for you and your group. But I have a
small matter to discuss regarding Ayukawa Madoka.
(outside the room)
band member: What are they saying in here?
Shuu: I dunno, but that guy is doing most of the talking. I be
worried now.
[Evening time] (As the trio, Muroke, Shijama, and Taku come home from
Tokyo U., they hear some retro music on the second floor. As they
make their way to Shijama's room, they see some strange flickering
colored lights. They see a small crowd just outside.)
"Hey boys, you're just in time! Come in and enjoy the music."
(Namie Amuro's Dancing Junk playing)
Taku: Is that a disco strobe I see? (Muroke nods)
Shinohara: (to everyone) Sorry about the drinks. The hall monitor was
such a prick about straight booze that I had to water it down to
Kokuhai. But if anyone asks you, just tell 'em it's Coke."
Kumpai!
(*sounds of mirth and jovial behavior*)
(a guy walks up to Muroke)
"You're Koji-san, aren't you?"
Muroke: Yes. And you are....?
"We've met during orientation?"
Muroke: Oh, yeah...during that mixup. You must be Tatsuya-san.
"Yes, Tatsuya Youta. Freshman to Ryokuto High.I live downstairs in
Room 112. So you live up in this level?"
Muroke: Yes, I do. Room 312. Attending Tokyo University.
"Sugoi! You look so young! You must be very well-conditioned to look
so youthful. Do you play sports?"
Muroke: Not really. Actually, I'm not much older than you. Probably
by only 2 or 3 years only.
"Honto? Then you must be a prodigy genius."
Muroke: Not really. Just lucky, that's all.
"Do you mind if I drop by to ask for some help during the term?"
Muroke: I don't see why not.
Shijama: Psst! (motions his hand to Muroke to come over)
Muroke: Excuse me. It seems my friend needs to talk to me.
Muroke: (to Shijama) What is it?
Shijama: There he is. Shinohara, my new roommate. What should I do?
Muroke: Why don't you just go up and introduce yourself to him?
Shijama: He looks kind of intimidating. Could you back me up.
Muroke: Sure, sure. I'll be close by. Now go before you lose your
courage.
Shijama: ok. Here goes.
Shijama: Well, excuse me. I don't believe you know me, but my name is
Zumi Shijama. I'm your new roommate.
Shinohara: New roommate, huh? Well, happy to meet you buddy. You're
one lucky son of a gun to be roommate with me. Come here and let me
show you around the 'improvements' I had my boys put in.
(inside the room, we see a totally different room compared with the
spartan rooms around the house)
Shinohara: Here is the refrigerator and mini wet-bar for that late
night drink and snack.
Over here is the entertainment center with stereo system attached to
the big screen tv, laserdisc, super vhs, and satellite tv. (points
up to wires going up to the roof)
And last of all, here is my work area. (see a dismantled engine lying
to the side.)
Muroke: (sees a colorful piece of paper lying nearby the debris
around the engine); Notices the wording: Women's Liberation Club)
<This sounds very familiar...I wonder if this is the same thing that
Manami-san and her sister attended at that nightclub> Is this yours?
Where did you get this flyer?
Shinohara: That piece of junk? Got it caught on my 'Hog' and I was
whizzing by a chick who was cursing me all the way. Waseda got a
bunch of looney girls there. Really a bunch of crap if you think
about it.
Muroke: <You might need an attitude adjustment buddy>
Shinohara: Lookie here at a new mechanical contraption I've been
working on. Bibby-head is it's name. //acts like tim the tool-man
taylor now! a disaster waiting to happen.
(we see a robotic-like contraption about one feet tall)
Shinohara: (picks up a remote control) Lemme show you what this baby
can do.
(Robot's eyes start to light up. It stands up and does a little dance.
Everyone claps. Then as it is doing a pirouette...)
Taku: Why doesn't it stop spinning?
Shinohara: That's not suppose to happen. (fiddles with remote control
some more making it spin even faster)
Shinohara: Oh sweet mother of heaven! Gyros all screwed UP inside!
Everyone take cover! She's gonna blow!
(*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*!)
That's when I knew that we were in for a long semester.
[End of chapter]