Trio of DEF

[Sploda]

PM sent, although whatever your thinking probably blows mine out of the water considering you know all the stuff going on in the background.

 

As for that preview...I have a feeling that I've started something bad here...

[Fusion X. Denver]

Oh yeah, I forgot the song to go with the Wiseman spoof.

Added it, but it's Without Me by Eminem.

Love that guy.

 

Also, I was bored and made this preview.

[spoiler=inb4fuseisthisliekthefrstDEFmovie?]

From the deepest reaches of the Internet.

 

Deustodo: I sense a darkness approaching...

 

The ultimate enemy has arrived.

 

Cortez: I have a bad feeling about all this...

 

Their single purpose: disrupt our order.

 

Inventor: Let's boot up this thing.

 

From the remains of a supercomputer, a new threat has arisen. A diabolical duo that plans to control all of the Internet.

 

Wiseman: Together we'll flip Yugo on its side and have the biggest fiasco yet!

 

Eight heroes are all that stand in their way.

 

Chris: I won't let you have your way with me again! Let's go!

 

El: Fuse, did you really-

 

Inventor: BRING IT ON!

 

Black: LAAANZAAAA!

 

*DL slashes claws at the Inventor*

*Donovyn slices at the Wiseman*

*Deustodo ducks away from an explosion*

 

El: You want some of me, Inspector Gadget?

*Black dodges punch from Wiseman*

*Cortez runs from a giant barrel*

 

DL: LET'S DO EET!

 

*DEF lashes out attacks*

 

Creator: Fool!

 

Soon, the battle for cyberspace begins...

 

Cortez: Come on...

 

*Creator shoots Moonstone Cannon*

*Deustodo fires diamond shotgun*

*Donovyn slashes Getsuga Tensho*

*Chris swings with his hammer*

 

 

Rise of the Windomizer

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. Not meant to be a perfect sync or whatever like song parodies are.

[Jake the Sage]

TEST ONE- COMPLETE

TEST TWO - FAILED

 

EDIT:

 

Well that failed 8 /

 

Either way I am finally able to get back to writing Lora's second one-shot

Edited August 22, 2011 by Jake the Sage

[Super Chaos Sonic]

@Fuse: The song was PRICELESS!!!

 

And the "Rise of the Windomizer", talk about sweet XD

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Thank Fuse for making his....it got me to actually make one. If it ain't good, don't kill me....my first time with a rap like this ^^;

 

[spoiler=[b]Business by Mod by Sonic & The Mod Crew[/b]]

Sonic sat in his desk in the Mod's HQ and it was getting really boring right now. All he was doing all day was throw the pencils he had up on the roof of the office. Right now there was about thirteen pencils up there right now. "Well, today is so slow. Wish that something would just happen..." he sighed as he threw another pencil at the ceiling.

 

He was then knocked out of his chair, by Draco Flame as he slammed his laptop on Sonic's desk.

 

"SONIC! Have you seen Roxas?!" Draco asked, looking very excited...about what Sonic didn't know.

 

"Unfortunately not..." Sonic groaned slowly getting up. "So what's the deal?"

 

Draco pressed something on his laptop and said,"A contest...a rap video contest. The grand prize is a million dollars, as well getting the video on Yugo Entertainment Television Network(YET) and MTV."

 

Sonic smirked and said,"Well, I'm guessing you need some people to do this music vid?"

 

"Yep." Draco nodded. "I'll film it and the others can be in it."

 

=A few hours later=

 

"So Draco, you finish the editing the video?" Sonic asked as he jumped into his bean bag chair, as the other Mods walked into the living room and sat down.

 

Draco tossed the Dvd in the air and caught it with a smile. "You know it! Hope ya guys enjoy it!" he said as he tossed into the Dvd Player, before pressing the Play Button.

 

[spoiler=Press Play]

Roxas

Sonic

A Few of the Girl Mods

 

 

Sonic, sounds like an SOS...

 

Holy whack, unlyrical lyrics Roxas, you're freakin' right...

 

To the Modmoblie, let's go...

 

(Sonic, Sonic)

Chicks and gentlemen, its show time, hurry hurry, step right up,

introducing the star of our show, his name is,

(Sonic), you wouldn't want to be anywhere else

in the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you,

(Sonic)

You're 'bout to witness me be absolutely flawless.

The best kind you'll ever see, I'm being honest.

I'm the hardest, the most purest, known artist,

Chip off the old block, but ol' Mod is, (back)

Looks like Fuse brought his own army, oh great; Xaezon's got his own Life,

With his own private plane, his

Own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges,

Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes,

*vnn vnn -Chainsaw sound-*

Yeah here I come, I’m inches, away from you, dear fear none,

Yugo is in a state of 9-1-1, so...

 

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus

In town, let's shut the s*** down and kill clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town,

Let's shut the s*** down and kill clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)

 

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Rox, holy bat syllables,

Look at all the bulls*** that goes on in Yugo when I’m gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals,

So skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it,

Flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the s***,

The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much,

They make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks and cleans,

It just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know

What for, the show must go on, so I’d like to welcome y'all to Roxas and Mod's carnival,

C'mon now….

 

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus

In town, let's shut the s*** down and kill clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town,

Let's shut the s*** down and kill clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)

 

It's just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends,

Why panic, you already know who's fully capable, the two capped heroes,

Dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can even call collect, the most feared duet,

Since me and Fuse played career Russian Roulette, and never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat,

People steppin' over people just to rush to

The set, just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely, ease over these beat's and be so breezy,

Jeez how can s*** be so easy, how can one Katie be so Levy, turn on these beats,

MC's don't see me, believe me YET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo' sheezy,

Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into

The mountains, nothin' but clowns down here, but we ain't freakin’ around round here,

Yo' Rox, what up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now...

 

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus

In town, let's shut the s*** down and kill clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town,

Let's shut the s*** down and kill clowns, can I get a witness, (hell yeah)

 

So there you have it folks,

(Sonic), has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre,

And to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because,

(Sonic), and the Mods are here to stay

And never go away until our dying day until we're old and gray,

(Sonic), so until next time friends, same shaved head,

Same rap channel, good night everyone, thank you for coming, your

Host for the evening, (Sonic)

Oh, ha...

 

 

Everyone was silent as the video ended.

 

"Yeeeeeeah, Draco..." Roxas began. "That video wasn't the best you've done."

 

A few of the other Mods agreed with Roxas' statement, chatting amongst themselves. Draco shrugged and said,"Eh, it was worth a shot. The contest ended anyway....it was won by someone named Loud n' Green."

 

Sonic stood up and shrugged. "Hey at least it gave me something to do today." he chuckled as he walked off, letting the other Mods talk amongst themselves.

 

[Fusion X. Denver]

I loled.

Good work buddy, and thanks, glad you liked the Wiseman Rap.

I've started typing up Rise of the Windomizer, setting up the prelude before the main show gets on the road.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Yeah, the rap was awesome.

 

And I'm glad ya liked my rap ^^

 

Rise of Windomizer will probably be an awesome oneshot. Can't wait to see it ^^

[Fusion X. Denver]

I want to see if I can do good work with Wiseman and Inventor. Everyone from the YMB seemed to take to them, so I want to try properly expanding upon them with this trilogy I'm planning.

 

Oh and Sonic, your one-shot finally did it.

CONTENT_TOO_LONG.

So I have moved the DEF bios to Post 16, where my one-shots are.

And as soon as I finish Rise of the Windomizer (or Part 1 of it, if I do parts), I'll create a new thread exclusively for one-shots. (What should the thread be called? I was thinking "After DEF", unless someone has a better idea.)

The Gallery with fan submissions will be moved there as well.

 

Oh and, one minor detail.

When I reduxed the epilogue to 2036 to 2037, I forgot to set the kids' ages back a year as well.

So they're in their sophomore years at the moment rather than their junior year, like I said before.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Wow....its my thing that messed up the stuff...XD

 

Well that would figure LOL

[Fusion X. Denver]

With all the one-shots being worked on, it was bound to happen eventually.

No worries, this is just another reason for me to get off my butt and write some more.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

That is true....I mean the people working on oneshots....^^

[Sploda]

@Fusion

If you need any help with the Inventor, don't be afraid to ask me.

 

My consolation is that I've managed to develop a character that people actually like/hate enough to want to read more.

[DL]

Okay. Here's a preview.

Some of you may be familiar with what I'm doing here...

Expect some tying in with the two :3

And stuff that may not make sense now...will later.

Also, anyone flamed in this is from the character's perspective, not mine.

inb4weknowfusiongawl

[spoiler=Without Me by Loud n' Green]

Al yawned, his head resting in his palm as he sat in front of his home computer. He glanced over to the time at the monitor's bottom right corner, 2:03 A.M. "Sheesh...I need sleep." Before he could log out of his web browser, a pop-up ad emerged on the screen. Scowling, he moved to click the X button when a second ad popped up in front of it.

 

"Wait, Alejandro Make! Lisa Denver just sent you a wink on www.makeapyramid.com!"

 

Al raised an eyebrow. "What the hell?"

 

"This ain't no ad bro, for real! Just click here! You're getting a new computer in a week anyways, aren't you?"

 

Al looked around the room. No one else was present in his living room, just the deafening darkness flooding wherever the computer's light didn't shine. This is creepy. Did dad get our computer hacked again? Well...this is going against my better judgment, but I want to know how he knows about Lisa. If this is a kid from my school... He shook the thought out of his head, clicking the link.

[spoiler=...What the f*ck?]

"Hey, it's me! True story, no gimmicks!"

*scratch*

 

Two tyrannosaurs go round the outside;

round the outside, round the outside

*scratches*

Two tyranosaurs go round the outside;

round the outside, round the outside

*scratches*

 

~Oooooohhhh~

 

Guess who's back?

Back again

Wiseman's back!

Tell a friend!

Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back

guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back..

*Wiseman hums*

 

Man, I made a disaster, cause nobody wants to see Nicky no more

They want Wiseman, I'm chopped liver (huh?)

Well if you want Wiseman, this is what I'll give ya

A little bit of fun mixed with some mind control

Some games that'll jump start my drive quicker

than a shock when I get shocked at the ol' hideout

by ol'' Nicky when I'm not co-operating

When I'm rockin the shizz while he's on inventing (hey!!)

You waited this long, now stop debating

Cause I'm back, I've got the Rag and calculating

I know that you got a job Ms. Denver

but your husband's Banhammer's complicating

So the damn ol' Free won't let me be

or let me be me, so let me see

They tried to shut me down at YMB

But it feels so empty, without me

So, come on and click, lash out your quips

f*** that, go troll some s***, clubs and fics

And get ready, cause this s***'s about to get heavy

I just settled all my problems, f*** YOU NICKAYY!

 

 

Now this looks like a job for me

So everybody, come click on me

Cause we need a little, controversy

Cause it feels so empty, without me

I said this looks like a job for me

So everybody, just follow me

Cause we need a little, controversy

Cause it feels so empty, without me

 

Little Hellions, saurs feelin rebellious

They're hungry, starving, killin' my pockets

They start feelin like cannibals helpless

'til Wiseman comes along on a mission and yells "SHIZZZ!!!"

A visionary, vision of scary

Could start a revolution, pollutin the online's

A rebel, so just let me revel and bask

in the fact that I got everyone chasin' my ass

*smack*

And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe

for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?

Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

*pssh*

Fix your damn 'ternet, tune it in and then I'm gonna

enter in, endin up under your skin like a splinter

The center of attention, back foreva' n' eva'

I'm interesting, the best thing since planking

Infesting in your kid's ears and feasting

*pssh*

Testing, attention please

Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me

Here's my call card, calling me is free

A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

 

 

Now this looks like a job for me

So everybody, come click on me

Cause we need a little, controversy

Cause it feels so empty, without me

I said this looks like a job for me

So everybody, just follow me

Cause we need a little, controversy

Cause it feels so empty, without me

 

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with

Wait, the hell did I say? Sayin' shizz and more

Christian Denver, you can get your ass kicked

worse than them little Fake Type bastards

And Black? You can get stomped by Nicky

You forty-two year old religious f**, blow me

You don't know me, you're too lame, let go

It's over, nobody listen to Jesus

Now let's go, just gimme a reason

I'll be there with a whole crew full of new raptors

I been dope, suspenseful with a pistol

ever since Life turned himself into a symbol

*knife slices*

But sometimes the s*** just seems

everybody only wants to discuss me

So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting

But it's just me, I'm just obscene

No I'm not the first king of controversy

I am the worst thing since the Inactive

to do what I want so selfishly

and used it to get myself wacky

(Hey!!) There's a concept that works

Twenty million other damn harddrives emerge

But no matter how many drives in the sea

It'll be so empty, without me

 

 

Now this looks like a job for me

So everybody, come click on me

Cause we need a little, controversy

Cause it feels so empty, without me

I said this looks like a job for me

So everybody, just follow me

Cause we need a little, controversy

Cause it feels so empty, without me

 

Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!

 

Kids!

 

 

Al sat there, his eyes nearly drifting shut from the blinding monitor light. "Zugai...stop sending me old songs in the middle of the night you stupid moron..." He closed the window out and stood up, trekking his way up the stairs to his room. At least spring break's right around the corner. I could use a vacation with everything being boring lately.

 

This wins life

 

This wins life and everything in it.

 

Wiseman = Eminem now.

 

I declare this so.

 

 

And I will be writing "The Real Wiseman"

 

 

>>

[Fusion X. Denver]

And I will be writing "The Real Wiseman"

 

YES.

YES.

PLEASE.

DO EET.

DO EEEEEET.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Yugo Eminem parodies FTW!! XD

[Fusion X. Denver]

Hello everyone, I wish to present you with something.

[spoiler=DEF, A History]

First...it began with DL stealing Dark's member title.

And I said this: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__view__findpost__p__4624613

Then DL added to it: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__view__findpost__p__4624649 (A DEF show would be kick-a$$)

Read this whole page: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__st__6800

Man, I love diving back into memory lane like this. I believe that 2nd to last post of mine is where I began forming the idea of Trio of DEF.

Next page: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__st__6820

That one's mostly lulz for TIT.

And there's your fun fact: DL would have written DEF if I hadn't decided to go through with it.

But considering he still hasn't finished KS, DEF still wouldn't be around right now :T

(Side note: Turns out El's the one who got me into Skillet. http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__view__findpost__p__4625256 and the one who found Chris' theme).

Look here:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__view__findpost__p__4627198

I let slip the concept of me writing a fic...

AND LOOK AT EL.

SQUIRMING ON THE FLOOR, MOCKING ME.

WHO'S LAUGHING NOW, BISH?

And look at DL.

Pfft, as if taking forever to write chapters would be a problem :'D

And finally: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/214584-akatsuki-of-ycm-rising-dawn/page__view__findpost__p__4639521

 

My one regret...

I NEVER WROTE TIT INTO THE FIC.

DAMMIT.

 

 

And that's how that happened.

 

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

DL writing DEF? OH GOD! Just the thought... DX

[Fusion X. Denver]

DL and El would have more accidental moments where they're...you know.

Fuse would...

Actually

I don't know how he'd go about me.

But the story line would probably be more invested in romance and more of a slice of life feel than the action/sci-fi that I went for.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

And knowing him he'd only be on chapter 5...still...hint hint...

[Jake the Sage]

LOL, well I am glad you wrote it instead Fusion.

 

And the children are in their Sophomore year?

Well d*mn that screws with my plans a bit <<

Meh, not really XD

[Limited Edition KING]

Fuse that promo was awesome sauce man. I actually hope you make the first movie like that.

 

Also I looked in the related searches for the "Tree of might" video you showed and made one of my own.

 

[spoiler=Joe King's revenge]

http://www.youtube.c...Dd362S4Czc&NR=1

 

 

Life's power destroyed forever

 

 

Joe: How could my worthless little brother have been able to fight Life?

 

Now, Joe King has searched the earth for his brother to find out why he was responsable for Life's death has come to Yugo City.

 

Joe: No brother of mine will be better than me and get away with it.

 

Show off what you've got Thomas.

 

Thomas: KINGDOM'S RAGE!!!!

 

Joe King's revenge coming soon.

 

 

Edited August 24, 2011 by Thomas King

[Jake the Sage]

Since King put his up . . . BAM!

'Tis long I know 83

 

[spoiler=Part 1]

Lora sighed as she rested her head on the desk, her glasses atop her head shinning from the overhead light, and gave another after a few seconds. It had been a long week and she didn’t know how it had turned so horrible. She had been studying and going to college for such a long time to be a teacher, but now it didn’t seem worth it. Feeling something cold against the back of her neck caused her to jump and give a yell, turning around to see one of the other teachers standing with a smile and a ice cold Pepsi, “You don’t look like you’re having a good day . . .”

 

“That is an understatement,” she replied sarcastically taking the soda and popping it open, sipping it. The man, Mr. Aurion, had given a small laugh before sitting down beside her, “Don’t worry it gets better.”

 

“Uh hu,” Right now Lora wasn’t interested in being cheered up. She just wanted the weekend to come and forget about the brats who she was having a hard time not kill each other, never less teach them something. The bell rang, telling students and teachers alike that the sixth and final period was beginning. With a groan Lora stood up, patted down her blouse, and looked over to the raven haired teacher before giving him a nod. With her glasses back on her face Lora wandered down the hall, thinking about how her dream job had gone so awry . . .

 

---

 

Laughter at the massive ‘End of Summer Bar-B-Q’ held by Yugo Ultra Hotel raged on with people shouting over each other and carrying on with the gaming events which were a full blown hit. Sitting beside Aka, Kari and Rui they were all talking about how things have changed since Life died. Sighing Aka rubbed her temples, “You know we really need to change the subject.”

 

“Oh sorry Aka”

 

“Is it really so bad to talk about him?” Rui questioned, taking a sip of her drink as the music played in the background, “After all we all hated him. So why is it so bad to talk about it? I say we should all have a drink because he is dead!”

 

“Rui!” Kari almost yelled at one of her best friends, appalled she could be so cold, “It isn’t about Life we’re concerned about-

 

“I think no one just wants to bring it back up and remember,” Lora interrupted. When the other two nodded Rui gave a huff before leaning forward and asking if anything was new for them, getting tired already; she felt that if there wasn’t going to be an interesting conversation she’d go see what her husband was doing. When the silence grew a bit too uneasy Kari snapped her fingers and grinned, “Did I tell any of you that Daniel is going to be starting his Junior year of High School tomorrow”

 

“Oh, so is Al now that I think about it,” Rui said sitting back down. Conversing about the children now and how they were doing in school Lora remembered something, “Oh that is right I am going to be teaching at the High School this year!”

 

“Good so we can drop the kids off with you to take them to school?” Aka asked laughing with the rest at the joke, Lora complaining that she still lived at the Hotel and would be going in so early they’d never wake up in time to bring the children to her. Shrugging her shoulders Aka just went on, “Then you can have them for the week and we’ll get them on the weekend.”

 

“Not happening!” she replied again crossing her arms in a defiant motion. With a laugh the rest of the night went on into the earliest hours of the morning. Many people partied, drank and just plain did weird things until they finally left for those who dwelled inside the structure to rest. Yawning Lora walked into her suite, no longer living in the same room as her father, and walked into the open roomed kitchen to begin digging in the refrigerator. Pulling out a carton of milk she popped the top, took a swig, and set it back. Picking something up from the counter before walking over to the couch and sitting down to rest, “I’ll finish this quickly and then . . . go . . . to bed . . .”

 

---

 

Yawning Lora stood up in the couch, feeling her back crack as she stretched, and looked down at the unfinished pile of papers crumbled in front of her. Scratching her head she looked down and attempted to remember what she was doing with the papers in front of her. Reaching out with her right hand she grabbed it, brought it to her, and unwrinkled it before looking at it for a moment; when she realized what she was she leaped up from the couch and scrambled for a clock. Knocking over tables and everything else she thought might be hiding a clock she pulled out her cell phone, “Seven Fifteen in the morning!? Oh no! I’m late!!! I’m late for my first day as a teacher!!!”

 

“I can’t believe this is happening to me!” Lora cried running into the bathroom before running back out, still in the cloths she had been wearing, “What am I thinking?! I can’t waist time on a shower! I have to be there- Now!!!”

 

This time running into the closet she threw off the old cloths and put on the teaching outfit, the one she had planned on wearing for over a week, pulling her hair up as she ran out of the suit Lora ran into Striker so hard that she knocked him down. Not stopping for a moment all Lora did was call over her shoulder that she was sorry before reaching the elevator, “Come on come on come on!”

 

“Why is this taking so SLOW?!” she almost screamed as the elevator rose each floor to slow for her. Looking back and forth she figured that descending down the stairs was going to take too long. Scoffing she turned around, entering the stairway, and began climbing up them to the roof; once the door shut and Lora was out of sight, the elevator opened up. Reaching the rooftop she looked down at the busy street before exhaling; checking her pocket watch to check the time, “D*mn it! Seven thirty?!” Taking a few steps back Lora got a running start before leaping right off the building. Not wanting to expose her super natural abilities she clicked a button to activate the special armor she had acquired during her own travels.

 

Falling through the sky she felt the exoskeleton machinery attach to her limbs, clench around her waist, and switch on the jets that started propelling her through the air; while she rushed she tied her hair into a pony tail. Zooming through the air she saw the school in the distance, growing closer with each second, before a sputtering noise caught her attention; the more the noise grew the more it dominated her attention. Looking over her shoulder in fear Lora saw the engines to the Infinite Stratos exoskeleton armor running on fumes, “You’ve got to be kidding me! I just filled . . .” Lora’s thoughts were interrupted as she began plummeting to the ground at high speeds screaming. The ground rushing up towards her, Lora’s battle instincts kicked in too make her thrust her arms out into the air; because she did this, she began slowing down and almost gliding. Thinking about how lucky she had picked out an ‘aerodynamic’ outfit she flipped, jutting her feet out, and fell the rest of the way. Slamming into the ground, after slowing her speed down enough, Lora stood up on shaky legs in addition to a cough, “Wow . . . That hurt. Hope no one saw that.”

 

Lora blinked looking at the people starring at her, the IS armor returning to its natural form and the dust settling around her; laughing she waved embarrassed before running off from the prying eyes. Now inside the school she made it to the bathroom too examine at her image in the mirror. She was a mess. Her cloths was covered in dust from her landing, her hair a mess and barely in the pony tail, and the worst part . . . she didn’t smell exactly like a rose. Using the time in the bathroom to fix herself up she peeked out, making sure was around for whatever reason, then dug into her pocket to pull out the class room number she had been assigned too, “Room #138 . . .”

 

“Don’t forget to call, Love D-Dad!” Lora was again embarrassed by the crayon scribbles at the bottom of the page, putting it into her pocket in advance to heading out; she didn’t want people seeing that her father had written a message like that in crayon no less. Walking through the halls Lora would look at the room numbers in addition to the map she had, attempting to figure out which was she needed to go in order to reach her class room. “Oh man this is going to be sad. The teacher late to her own class on the first day of school,” she reflected on till she realized that, even with a map, she was completely lost. Looking at the map and then at the closest room number the would-be teacher determined that she was on the opposite side of the entire school from where she was supposed to be! Groaning in exasperation she banged her head against the concrete wall, turning around to rest on it, feeling pity for herself. Just then she sensed someone looking at her, causing her to look up and see a woman about her own age standing in the hall; for a moment she almost mistook her for a student, since she looked so young. Gazing at her for a moment she finally gave a bow when the fellow teacher asked, in a kind manner, “Ummm . . . are you by any chance lost?”

 

“Yes,” was the only thing Lora could reply with and, once she had stated so, Miss Hansung drew a route for her to follow. Map now in hand Lora thanked her properly and set out, using the map to find her way much easier this time around. After a few minutes she was in front of her class room. Thinking for a moment she patted herself a bit more, fixing herself so she looked perfect, and opened the door to see that the students for the most part had just preoccupied themselves by talking to each other or drawing on the black board; nothing that Lora viewed as something to worry about. While the teacher walked in the students had gotten into their seats quickly, murmuring to each other about the new teacher, and stopped when she turned to the entire class. She was smiling warmly, putting them in an awkward position, and erased some of the drawings on the blackboard; however she kept the best drawn ones untouched. Writing her full name down she quickly turned back to them with the same smile, “Hello class my name is Ms. Lora Valiant, but you can simply call me Ms. Lora, alright?”

 

“Now since today is,” Lora had begun to say, wanting to state she wanted everyone to introduce themselves, but was interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing and soon was mixed with the students standing up to shuffle out of the room; some were polite enough to walk up to her and tell her their name. Sighing Lora waved the last person out, sitting down and barely getting enough time to put her papers on the desk before the next class began to trickle in one by one. Looking at the slowly filling classroom Lora only continued to smile, “This is going to be harder than I thought . . .”

 

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Second period began better than she thought, though some of the students groaned when they heard that they had to introduce themselves in front of everyone, and for a moment she imagined things were getting on the right track. Since she was the Fine Arts teacher, it was Lora’s job to cover everything from making clay sculptures to putting on a play. Writing a problem on the board she turned to one of the students, “Okay Al can you translate this sentence for me?”

 

“Why do I have to do it?” Al protested out of the simple fact he didn’t want to be the one to answer something in front of the class. As he crossed his arms in a defiant manner he heard another one of the other students to comment that the reason Alejandro wasn’t going to answer was because he couldn’t. This got many of the others to begin making fun of Al about how bad he sucked at school work, getting the young man more frustrated by the minute. Walking over to the boy who had begun all of it and lifted him up by the shirt, “Do you want me to beat the crap out of you right now?!”

 

“Bet you can’t even do that right!” the other teenager defiantly yelled, getting up out of his seat and shoving Al back and onto his rear. With Al now on the ground the classroom erupted into a shout for a fight, which the two were glad to oblige. Leaping from his spot on the ground and tackled the other boy to the ground, swinging his fists at the boy’s face; however he had his hands up to protect his face. Lora, from her spot up front, could hardly believe that there was a fight going on in her class on the first day of school no less! Attempting to quell the students by yelling for them to stop, Lora only saw that they ignored her and kept on fighting, “Al! Marcus stop fighting this instant I said or I’m going to contact your parents!”

 

“I said stop!” Unable to either believe that they’d do something like this or keep her temper in check she raced forward, shundoing from the front of the class into the middle of the fight, and lifted both of them by the back of their necks off the ground completely. Glaring at them Al and Marcus ceased fighting, honestly afraid of their teacher now, and felt the ground meet their rears as she dropped them. Instead of being angry at them they could see, for some reason that Lora was surprised by what she had done and was backing away. Telling the students in the class to sit back down they all did as told without a single complaint, almost all of them moving at the same time to scramble back to their desks, and she then stated that everyone was to begin reading their Student Manual that the Principle had given them at orientation for the rest of the class. As her class silently did as they were told Lora pulled out the first two referral notes she had ever written and began filling them out; while she signed her name at the bottom of each sheet she could hear the students mumbling to each other.

 

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah”

“Wonder how she moved so fast?”

 

“She certainly is different.”

“More like weird.”

 

Weird

 

Weird . . . it was a word she never enjoyed hearing from her peers much less student Lora had planned to be a role model too. With both referral notes in hand she pulled them apart, putting the teacher’s copy in her desk, and walked over to hand the student copy to both Al and Marcus. Both boys knew this was going to happen and weren’t too happy about being sent to the Principles office as the bell rang. Unlike last period were the students happily left, talking with her normally and even going out of their way, this time around they all simply left in a hustle to get out of the class with the ‘weird’ teacher.

 

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“I can’t believe it’s turned out like this,” Lora complained to herself as she sat down at one of the teachers tables at the head of the Cafeteria and sat one of the school lunches in front of her in its tin tray; since she had been late she didn’t have the chance to bring one from home and, if she left now, she was afraid she’d never find her way back to her class. Mr. Aurion, who had been listening this entire time, only laughed as he finished his Pepsi and crumbled it on his head before making it into the bin with an over the shoulder throw, “Come on it isn’t as bad as you make it out to be. All teachers have a rough time when they start out. Anybody does at their first day on the job.”

 

“Were you late on your first day? Get lost in the halls looking for your class?” Lora inquired looking up after having stopped in her attempt to cut the greasy pizza slice with the pathetic plastic knife, “Tell me how many teachers have a fight in their second period on the very first day of school!”

 

“Okay so you’re having an unusually high bad luck run. I’m sure things will pan out soon enough for you,” he said with a laugh and felt what he thought was a pencil hit his head until he heard the French Fry land on the ground where it stood standing up, having actually pierced the tile floor. Looking at her as she readied another French Fry in the plastic spork he laughed and waved his hands while trying to convince her not to open fire in front of the students.

 

“I see the newest teacher is also planning on starting a food fight on her first day?” a female voice cried out before a light hearted giggle followed, the owner of the voice sitting amongst the two with a carton of chocolate milk in hand. It happened to be the teacher whom Lora got direction to her class from and she seemed equally friendly like she had been before. Having scooted in Miss Hansung used the green bendy straw to drink her chocolate milk while hearing how things had went for everyone, though Lora’s complaints about how things were nothing like how she thought they’d be dominated the conversation.

 

For the most part the entire lunch period was spent in a failed attempt to cheer up Lora and convince her that things would indeed get better. At the sound of the bell the students got up and began scurrying around to get rid of their trash or grab their things so they could head back to class. Looking down at the barely touched Cafeteria food Lora turned her nose up at it, “How can the School Board expect the kids to eat this kind of food?” Tossing it in the garbage bag Lora held her hand over her grumbling stomach which hadn’t gotten anything to eat since last night’s party; in retrospect Lora was upset her father had chosen that moment in time to host a party. When she heard her stomach protest not having food again, loud enough that her ears could hear it clearly, Lora looked around at the massive sea of leftover food which had been left behind by the students too lazy to throw away. The janitor hadn’t arrived yet and, even though if she was caught it’d further add to her ‘weird’ status among the students, Lora couldn’t ignore the painful emptiness in her belly any longer. Discovering a half eaten bag of Lays Potato Chips and an apple which hadn’t been touched, probably by a student who didn’t want to eat what his mother had packed, she picked each up in hand and began eating it on her way back to class.

 

“You know, this isn’t half bad actually. Maybe I was making a big deal out of nothing,” Lora whispered to herself having been over and done with the bag of chips and moved onto the red apple. While she jiggled the handle to open her door she imagined how her run of bad luck had come early so that the rest of the year would wind up being a fantastic one where she’d enjoy every moment of her job. Opening the door she felt it swing forward and then sensed something hit her head. Coughing as chalk covered the top of her head she saw an eraser sliding to a stop as some of the male students chuckled to each other. Looking up she could even see them fist pounding for having achieved such a childish prank. Tossing the apple into the waist basket from the doorway she looked at who she believed to be the ringleaders of the little gag, “Very funny you two. If you think something like that is going to bother me now I have news-

 

A yell was the only thing that escaped from Lora’s mouth after that, having stopped mid sentence, as she took a step forward and had her foot snagged by a rope which was pulled across the doorway. Falling to the ground she, instinctively, tumbled all the way across the ground right into a bucket of water which had also been set up before rigged arrows struck her rear with an audible pop. Getting up on her hands and knees she could hear half of the class gasping while the other half fell out of their chairs laughing, the bucket covering her eyes while the water soaked into her top. Standing to her feet she pulled each plastic cupped arrow from her and let it fall to the ground, removing the bucket next and looked at the class as serious as she could; she didn’t plan on losing her temper like she had during second period. She had planned on it. However whistles from the male students caught her attention, looking down at her soaked top to see that, to her distress, that it was soaked enough that the outlining of her bra was visible to a bunch of High School perverts! Covering her front with her arms she finally lost it, yelling at the entire class as a whole, “Enough! Everyone who had a part of this is going to be sent to the Principle and have your parents come pick you up after school!!! The rest of you . . . write from the Dictionary for the rest of class and turn it in when you leave!”

 

“NOW!” she shrieked slamming the door behind her and ignored the other students, even teachers, looking at her as she stormed through the halls all the way to the roof top; no one attempted to stop her. Now alone on top of the roof Lora could look out across the entire High School and even at the surrounding city. Far away in the distance was a tall building she recognized as the Yugo Ultra Hotel. The mere sight of it made her heart heavy, her head hanging low and closed her eyes. She felt like she wanted to just break down and cry, leap off the building and run back home so she could forget everything that had happened. But that was something a child did and she couldn’t no matter how bad she wanted too. Breathing heavily in an attempt to calm herself, her body shaking, she held onto the iron railing to support herself . . .

 

She didn’t return to her class even when the bell rang, not wanting to return there until she had too Monday morning. She had never been so happy to greet the weekend since the time she learned her father was taking her to Disney Land. With a sigh she stood up, walked down to the front, and hailed a cab to drive her back home.

 

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Dishing out the rest of the money in her purse to the cab driver Lora thanked him, but he simply sped off for his next fare, and looked up at the hotel as the skies opened up for a downpour. Holding her hand out as she swiftly became drenched Lora merely gave a weak smile then an empty laugh, “Sure, why not have it rain as well? Gee God, no lightning?”

 

As if in reply a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky with a loud boom scaring Lora out of her skin. Peering up she walked inside, waterlogged, tired and in low spirits to the highest of degrees she shook to release some of water from her clothing, going so far as to wring it out, and heard a clerk calling, “Stop! Stop! Madam you must refrain from such an act in the lobby!”

 

“Why?” she called out hearing the Lobby Manager’s complaints and spotting him walking towards her. Stopping in front of her, his head held his, as if proud of what he was doing, and pointed at the ground, “You are ruining this fine hotel’s lush carpeting!”

 

“Yeah you can tell the old man who owns the hotel to just deal with it,” Lora didn’t pay the Lobby Manager any mind as he ordered her to stop, waving him off even when he threatened to call the cops; she knew he’d never do such a thing and even if he did, her dad would straighten everything out. Clicking the elevator and watching it open she stepped in just in time to avoid the Lobby Manager with, believe it or not, a local cop. Once the doors shut she looked up at the mechanical room’s ceiling and grinned to its imaginary personality, “So now you want to help me out, eh? Fine by me . . . top floor Ms. Vator!”

 

Stepping out of the elevator Lora looked around and didn’t spot the cop or the Lobby Manager. Shrugging her shoulder she walked to her dad’s Presidential suite and punched in the code to open it up, “Dad can be so paranoid. I mean a twelve digit code to his room?” Stepping inside Lora kicked off both shoes, pulled of the soggy socks, and walked over to hear her father talking on the phone. Standing in the warm room she felt her eyes getting heavy, snapping awake when she heard her father, “Okay – Yes – That’ll be all. Don’t let it happen again. Good-bye.”

 

“Who was that dad?” Walking forward she hugged him from behind, his hand still on the phone while the other rested over his eyes, “It was the Lobby Manager. He said a woman entered the hotel soaking wet and began ringing her shirt out on the carpet.”

 

“And?”

 

“She even had the nerve to call the owner of this fine establishment an ‘old man’,” he finished turning his head with a grin, shoving her off him and pushing her down on the couch and grabbing her foot to tease the bottom, causing her to laugh, “Who says I’m old? Remember it’s only in appearance here since we have to keep our cover!”

 

“Okay dad! Okay please stop! You’re killing m-Achoo!” Dropping her foot Jake moved to the other side of the couch, sitting down and looking at his daughter while she sniffled, sneezing again, then held his head against hers, “Lora you’re still drenched! I thought at least before you came here you’d stop at your suite and take a shower to warm up!”

 

“Sorry it skipped my mind,” she replied through a runny nose, her eyes getting itchy. Standing up Jake ran his hands through his hair and hoisted her up to her feet, rotating her so he could push her towards the bathroom, “Go get a warm bath. I’ll pop over to your place and bring back something to wear. You’re staying here tonight, got it?”

 

“I don’t need you to take care of me!” Lora protested once she had been liberated from her father’s grasp, standing in the entrance to the bathroom, and looked back at him as he walked towards the door. Waving his hand he commented on how she actually still needed him too, “Seeing as you don’t have the brains to take a warm bath to avoid catching a cold.”

 

Listening to the sound of the door’s lock click shut and the keypad being set she stuck her tongue out at her father, not gaining any points for maturity, after that she walked into the bathroom. The white tile floor was cold to the touch and only worsened her shivers at the same time as she made her way to the large full body tub, sitting on the side to twist the hot water on full blast. Steam rising from the bathtub she worked on the temperature of the water to get it just right.

 

What felt like a few seconds later a knock on the door snapped her eyes open, “Lora you alright in there? I brought you some cloths to change into. I set them on the desk outside the door. I’m going to get dinner ready, feel up to some of my famous Chicken Enchiladas?”

 

“Sure dad,” Lora said in an almost lazy tone, stretching in the still warm water. She didn’t want to get out if she could help it. Yet the smell of the cooking food tempted her out and, once dressed in the night wear, she sat on the couch too turn on the TV. Her father was in the kitchen still, preparing the food as quickly as he could, and on the couch Lora pulled some covers around her before a string of coughs escaped from her lips. Groaning she lied down on the couch and barely made out her father, “So how was your first day of being a teacher?”

 

She never did reply. For the next few days Lora had been stuck at her father’s place, running a high fever and vomiting up everything that she attempted to consume; her father blamed the school food in a jokingly manner. Lora learned that while was one on sick leave that Miss Hansung had picked up her slack, “I’ll have to thank her when I get back,” she had told herself. However when she did return to school it was so hectic that she barely had time to speak with her or Mr. Aurion; much less any of the other teachers she wanted to get to know. The classes also seemed to follow the same trait, going from bad to worse. Each day she had to convince herself that, no, she wasn’t sending twice as many students to the Principal’s office than the day prior.

 

“In fact, I think I’m quickly becoming the most hated teacher at the school,” Lora told her father on one of the occasions she came over to visit to, as she called it, relieve stress; Jake simply called it blowing things up in the training simulator so she wouldn’t do it to a student by accident. However through all of this Lora felt that she was still doing her job as a teacher, her class did have one of the best scores for an important city wide test, but even then she discovered it was because two students had stolen the answer key; this ended with Lora having to spend a detention with David and Al, Aka and Rui’s sons respectively. Even though they were supposed to be punished, somehow she had the feeling they were enjoying themselves a little bit too much.

 

“Al, grab some more spray, you have to keep spraying the black board so often if you ever plan on cleaning it,” she had said, spotting him stopping again and his eye wondering; though she couldn’t tell exactly where it was wandering too. The boy quickly stood straight up with his eyes to the black board, nodding his head with a ‘yes ma’am’ before bending down and picking up his cleaning spray to get back to his assigned job. With the sweltering heat and the air conditioning broken all three of them were sweating constantly without any relief until they left. Without thinking Lora pulled her shirt away from her chest to cool it off, not realizing the “favor” she had done for the two adolescent boys, who happened to have a current height advantage, and hopped off the desk. Eying them as she strolled over to the window she went to open it, only to find it jammed.

 

One of them had offered help, but she simply replied for him to get back to work. Now wanting to break it she struggled for a moment to open the window, being welcomed by a gust of wind which blew her skirt up for all those in the room to see. Her only consolation was the fact she had something on; yesterday was laundry day and she’d have nothing clean to wear. Yelling, pushing her skirt back down, she looked up at the red faced teenagers gawking at her.

 

“What happened here?” Chris had asked when he arrived, seeing David’s face red with a bandage covering his right eyebrow and a bruise on his jaw. Laughing as she wrapped a gauge around his head Lora turned to him, “Oh David? He fell off the ladder and hit the ground. He is a young man so he didn’t get hurt too bad.”

 

“Y-Yeah,” David mumbled, trying his hardest to not turn even redder. He had been the closest to the wild teacher when she lost her temper, thus receiving the brunt of her anger in the form of fists. She had told both of them never to speak a word of what happened or she’d ‘do worse.’ Both agreed of course, but the sight was worth the bruises they had both gotten.

 

That event was one of the worst, though the most constant annoyance to her career was coming from a fellow teacher. Early on in the year, when she was still getting lost on her way to her class, Lora had met the Gym Teacher Mr. Maximus. He had helped her on a number of occasions and seemed nice, but all too soon did she discover that he had “other” priorities. Now he constantly did one of two things. He either made advances on her or did downright sexual harassment; the latter of which she always fought back with a swift high heeled kick to the groin. By now she had socked him so many times there he’d never have any children!

 

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Now, walking back from another long and grueling day at work, she stopped at the light across the street and saw a bunch of news crews standing out in front of the hotel waiting for someone. Sighing she shook her head, too tired to thing about what might be going on, and began walking the moment the light turned green. Bumping into someone she felt a man’s hands wrap around her shoulders, keeping her from falling, and pull her in front of him, “Don’t move. I can’t be scene Lora.”

 

“How?” she began only to feel him shuffling her back and away from the hotel. Looking at the man over her shoulder she felt like she recognized him, but with the encroaching darkness around them his facial features were hard to distinguish. Now inside the ally Lora was ready to fight off the man holding onto her, “He picked on the wrong woman tonight!” she thought feeling his hands get remove from her mouth. Spinning around she swung a fist, hitting the wall as he ducked out of the way and looked down as he waved her off, “Lora! Lora stop! Stop please! It’s me!”

 

“Me?” Lora looked down at the man as he readied himself to move out of the way from another assault. His features looked familiar and she was certain she’d seen his face somewhere before. Then he stood up laughing, slapping the dirt off his pants, and looked at her with a grin, “You haven’t changed at all Lora.”

 

“N-Nobou?! Nobou is that actually you!?” She could hardly believe that the Status-Gone-Good man was standing before her. Lora had known Nobou before the incident with the Status, they often would aggravate each other, and she honestly happy he had gotten his life together. Looking at him she looked behind her back to the front of the hotel and could still see the mob of news casters waiting like vultures, “You hiding from them Mr. Famous?”

 

Nobou only have a light hearted laugh as he ducked down a bit, seemingly afraid of being spotted, and agreed that was what he was doing. When she pressed him for the reason he explained, “Well since I began working as a vigilante the news has been after me trying to get an interview. And lets just say that I feel if I accept they’ll eat me alive.”

 

“Uh hu, so then what are you doing trying to get into the hotel?” Lora asked tapping her foot, Nobou stating that he had been using the hotel as a temporary base for his vigilante activities while searching for another place, this of course got Lora aggravated. Sighing she put her hands over her forehead and looked up at him through her bangs, “Then do you want me to help you get inside?”

 

“If you would,” Shaking her head Lora looked around, thinking of a way to sneak him inside without anyone noticing. After what felt like an eternity she snapped her fingers, removed her ‘reading glasses’ and handed it to him with a grin, “Here!”

 

“Uh Lora, not to doubt you or anything but . . . I don’t think a simple pair of glasses will get me past the news crews,” he stated in a bit of a questioning fashion, unsure how she planned on having something like this help them. It was like she was asking him to put on a fake mustache and think it’d fool everyone as if this was a cartoon. Shuffling around for a moment Lora seemed to be muttering to herself before taking the glasses back and jamming them on his face, “Just trust me!”

 

With the glasses on she took his hand and pulled him out into the street, dragging him across it, and then stopped to turn at him. Pointing a finger at Nobou, causing the glasses to slip down his face, she got a serious expression before giving him some ground rules. He was supposed to believe, from what she told him, that these glasses were suppose to prevent anyone from recognizing him. Snapping her fingers he refocused, looking at her, “But you cannot and I mean absolutely cannot talk to anyone first or it wont work. Got it?”

 

“Uh hu, yup,” he replied pushing the glasses back up and following Lora on this insane plan like it would actually work. Now beside the news crew he was already planning on just ditching Lora, possibly pushing her into them to buy some time, and get the hell out of there. Yet to his amazement he mingled into the group without anyone recognizing him, Lora was in front so if anybody got in their way it was her who asked them to move. Once the entire ordeal was over and both had found themselves inside Nobou looked over at her, panting from the simple excitement, and could see she was grinning from ear to ear. Standing up he gave praise, “Lora I don’t know how these things did it, but they actually worked!”

 

“Told you,” was her only reply before waving and twirl around just before she went to leave. Feeling him grab hold of her shoulder Lora looked over it to see him, for once, with a serious look. Pausing she was about to ask what he thought he was doing, but he simply rushed her over to an open elevator and allowed it to shut. Turning she slapped him hard enough that the glasses flew off his face, hit the wall, and landed on the ground while he landed on his rear too. Rubbing his face he glared up at her, took the glasses in hand, and began yelling, “What was that for?!”

 

“Do I need a reason?”

 

“Kind of . . .”

 

“Fine then, I slapped you because you just threw me into an empty elevator and came in as well. How am I supposed to know what is going through your brain? You might’ve been attempting to attack me,” she accused only to puff her cheeks when he began laughing, the pain from his face leaving. He was laughing so hard at the moment he was doubled over from it and could hardly get up. Finally he calmed himself, wiping a tear from his eye, and looked up at her, “I’m a vigilante you moron, not a rapist no matter what you want to fantasize about. I have to go up to get to my apartment, duh. Also . . .”

 

His voice trailed off as he stood up and put his hand forward which held the glasses, “I thought I should return these as soon as I got to my floor. So of course we would have to ride the same elevator. God you can be such an idiot.”

 

“Then why push me?!” she yelled as they neared the floor. With a groan he explained, “Because the door was about to close! I didn’t have time to ask you! God you can be an idiot sometimes!”

 

“Hu? Uh . . . Lora?” Nobou blinked as he saw the normally rowdy and physically abusive girl grow solemn and just lean against the wall then stare off into the distance. He could tell something was bothering her even without looking at her. Moving up close in front of her he raised his fingers and flicked her in the forehead, getting a response. The response was a yell and punch to the midsection, “What was that for?!”

 

“Back to your old self I see,” he said laughing despite it only making it hurt worse, “What’s going on? You’re usually not the type to pout like that.”

 

The rest of the trip in the elevator was spent with Lora explaining her situation as the “failure teacher” at school. Listening the entire time Nobou nodded his head, thinking about what she was saying, and once the door dinged open they both walked out. Having mulled everything over he snapped his fingers and grinned, “I know just what you need to cheer you up Lora!”

 

“And what would that be?” she retorted more than pessimistic. She had attempted almost everything she could normally think of to relieve stress and make herself feel better. Indeed her main source, aggression, had caused her father to replace his virtual training machine more than three times now. With a chuckle Nobou put the glasses back on and patted his chest, “I’ll take you on a nice relaxing evening that will make everything that is bothering you melt away! By the end of it you will be so relaxed the sudden rebirth of Life himself wouldn’t phase you!”

 

“So you’re asking me on . . . what . . . a date?” She raised en eyebrow looking over the vigilante as he shook his head, faking throwing up, and looked at her, “Hell no! Why would I do something so sickening? All I’m trying to do is cheer you up idiot.”

 

Lora just kept looking at him as they stood in the hallway, a family moving by them to enter the elevator and take it down, all the while Nobou seemed to grow more nervous; he hadn’t even realized the glasses once again saved his identity. Tapping his foot he crossed his arms, looked away, “So?”

 

“Alright I guess,” Lora shrugged because after all she had no plans and what could she loose? Nothing she had attempted to do cheered her up so maybe going on “not a date” with an old friend would do the trick. Turning around she began to walk off, only stopping when Nobou asked where she was going, and called over her shoulder, “Do you expect me to go somewhere looking like this?”

 

Nobou had to admit, he didn’t think a teachers uniform would be the best thing to go on “not a date” and verbally stated so. Explaining that they were going to go to a fancy restaurant then where ever else she wanted to go he told her she’d need something more ‘elegant’. Laughing as she opened the door Lora looked back at him and heard his final taunt before slamming the door, “Well as elegant as an ape like you can ever get!”

 

 

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[spoiler=Part 2]

‘I’ll be back in thirty minutes. That should give you enough time to get dressed.' Nobou had told Lora before entering his own apartment to get ready. Now, forty minutes since then, he was standing outside her door with a rapidly tapping foot waiting on her. Each ten seconds or so he glanced at the wrist watch he had put on in addition to thinking what was taking her so long. Finally the door opened up as Lora hopped out, one high heel on, as she attempted to slip on the other then tap it into position, and had both hands behind her head pulling the long strands of red hair into a pony tail. With both heels now on she stood, her head low, and managed to get the pony tail good enough though she hadn’t gotten all of it.

 

“L-Lora you look . . .” he tailed off as she grinned, at this distance he could even see she had for once applied the tiniest bit of make up, and could smell perfume, “Like a totally different person? Beautiful? Stunning?”

 

“Stupid was what I was going to say,” Nobou recovered taking a step back, waving his hand as if to air out the hallway, “And that perfume reeks! What is it?!”

 

“Oh you know you like it,” she said grabbing hold of his arm if only to suffocate him from the aroma. Tugging on him hard enough to lower she purposefully whispered into his ear as a group of women passed by, “So where are we going again?”

 

“I already told you,” he answered pushing her off of him, readjusting his shirt, and for the intent of being perfectly clear stated it again, “We’re going to go to a local high price restaurant and then where ever else you want.”

 

“Good lets go! I’m starving!” With that Lora grabbed hold of him and made her way to the elevator then, once downstairs, even in high heels ran out into the street to hail a cab. It took no less than ten minutes for the cabbie to drive them to the place, a seemingly innocent red brick building that was dwarfed the other buildings around it, and yet had a line which wrapped around the entire place. Starring at the line she glanced over at Nobou and wondered how they were ever going to get in. Seeing the look on his face Nobou only grinned while they walked up to the Currier who was checking people in. Waving Nobou called out, “Hey Toni! It’d your old friend DF! Man it’s been a long time!”

 

“What are you doing?” Lora nearly screamed knowing that since he had made the initially contact the glasses wouldn’t work with this man, but soon was eating her words when Toni called out back to DF, “Certainly it has. I suppose you will not be sitting at your usually table, as you have company, should I put you up at one of our private rooms?”

 

“Certainly,” DF replied shaking the man’s hand before both were ushered in. Now inside the high priced place Lora jabbed her escorts rib cage and eyed him again, “You slipped him money to let us in.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“I saw you,” Lora retorted catching him red handed. She knew even as a vigilante he hadn’t made enough connections to get into a place like this just by dropping a name. Not to mention the fact she had actually seen him passing the bulky dollar bill filled envelope erased any arguments he could’ve made. Sitting down the waitress, in traditional garb, handed them the menus before leaving, “And you call me the idiot.”

 

“Okay enough of that. We’re here to cheer you up,” Nobou had honestly had enough of the going back and forth with the insults. It was alright while they were at the hotel, and when he needed her to get out of a rut, but now he was truly intent on cheering her up. As they looked over the menu Nobou’s face twisted as the prices began making him more and more uncomfortable. Each thing really was high priced. With the waitress having come and gone with their drinks, a beer for him and red wine for Lora, he set the paper down, “You know I don’t think your job really is as hard as you make it out to be.”

 

Wrong words, wrong wording, and Nobou quickly realized that when he saw the nerve twitching on Lora’s forehead as she peered from behind her menu. Setting it down for a moment she went over everything which had gone wrong on just the first day in advance to explaining all of the other mayhem which she had endured. Leaning closer over the table her face soured, “And I dare you to say that doesn’t suck!”

 

“Well I’ve been having people shoot at me, if you ask anyone else I easily win the ‘your job sucks’ debate we’re having,” he said confidently taking a sip of his beer before setting it back down with a smug grin. Rolling up his sleeve he displayed a scar which ran across his entire arm, “See this? This is the most recent of wounds I’ve been dealt. Some maniac came swinging at me with a sickle and carved this out.”

 

“A sickle? You get nicked by a farming tool and you call that a battle wound?!” Lora scoffed raising her leg up and setting it on the table, pulling her dress up enough to put on display a large splatter like area which new skin had obviously grown over, “Uncle Jesse, last year. Land mine. Almost lost this leg because of it. I had to go through months of hospital visits and what not just for it to look like this.”

 

“Ummm excuse me . . .” by now the waitress had arrived to take their orders, but both Lora and Nobou were too into outdoing each other to have noticed. Nobou in response to the leg wound, had lifted his shirt to show a grouping of indents on his stomach and enlightened Lora on the cause, “Shotgun! Point blank range! Doctors said I was going to die just from the puncture wound to my stomach!”

 

“Ha! Aunt Jackie, razor wire whip!” Lora said lifting her dress to show a diagonal wound across her own stomach, though it was much less noticeable than Nobou’s. The waitress coughed in a failed attempt to get their attention just as Nobou turned around and pointed to his rear, “I got snipped in the ass!”

 

“Excuse me!” Both Lora and Nobou stopped their shouting match, the waitress’ own voice booming louder than both of theirs. Looking around they could see everyone in the restaurant was staring at them, a mother covering her little boy’s eyes as he pointed, and sat down whilst turning red. Picking up the menu they asked for a few more minutes to decide what they wanted to eat . . .

 

“Did you seriously have to pick the most expensive thing on the menu Lora? Nobou asked cutting his Chicken Sicilian before popping a piece of the tender dish into his mouth, gazing at Lora across from the table as she sucked on the end of the shrimp after she had bitten the rest off. Looking up from the Filet Mignon & Scampi she set the empty shell down and wiped her face, pointing the fork at him, “Hey I didn’t even look at the prices, so don’t go blaming me for you being so cheap.”

 

“Am not,” was the only defense he could mount to that, taking another bite of his food, “So?”

 

“So what?”

 

“You feeling any better?” he asked bringing back up the reason he was treating her to a night out. Letting the silverware clink on the ceramic plate she looked down as the memories of the school washed back over her. Sighing Nobou slapped his forehead and let out a groan, “Come on! You can’t stuff your face with high priced food and still be depressed! That should be against the law or something!”

 

“Sorry Nobou,” Finishing the rest of her food Nobou paid the bill, setting back his plans for a new utility belt, and walked out of the restaurant. Down the empty street they went as the street lamps went on . . .

 

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The sound of laughter probably woke people up as Lora and Nobou stumbled out of the elevator, tripping over each other and falling to the ground. Instead of yelling at each other for being clumsy or stupid they only kept on laughing. Standing back up Nobou swayed in place as Lora sat up, holding her forehead, “Whoa I think I have officially had too much.”

 

“I never thought you could sing like that,” Nobou said helping her up before walking right into the wall, getting Lora to laugh at how he looked. Shaking her head Lora stood without any problems, walking while acting as if she was doing ballet, “Well it’s not something I like to brag about.”

 

“Oh! OH! You know what you could do?”

 

“No, what? We could beat up more thugs . . . that was fun,” Lora replied as she opened her door and leaned on the frame. Leaning on the wall with his hand Nobou waved a finger, or made the endeavor, “No . . . since your dad runs the hotel you could . . . you could . . .”

 

“Where was I going with this?” he asked having lost track. When Lora paraphrased him he resumed, “Oh yeah! Since your dad runs the hotel you could host the 1st Semester Dance here for the High School!”

 

“You know, that is actually a good idea,” Lora thought it might be a good chance to get her on the track to being a good teacher and not a constant goof up. Nodding her head she liked the idea more and more the longer she thought about it. Looking at Nobou she thanked him before turning to close the door, “Thanks DF!”

 

“What? No reward for helping cheer you up?” he asked in a slurred tone, still swaying back and forth. Pausing she contemplated it prior to turning around, smiling at him with both hands behind her back, “You want a reward?”

 

“Uh hu.”

 

“Then here it is,” Closing her eyes Lora leaned close in to Nobou, peeking with one eye to see when he closed his eyes as well. Holding in her laughter as he motioned for what he thought would be a kiss, he instead got a swift high heel kick to the chest as Lora yelled, “SPARTAN KICK!”

 

“Ass!” Nobou yelled out holding his chest, though he couldn’t feel the pain he was so liquored up, but still rolled on the ground. He wasn’t really angry at her, just surprised and disappointed. Moving behind the door Lora stuck her tongue out at Nobou, who was getting up, and shut the door after she insulted him back, “Jerk!”

 

Now inside her room she changed cloths, crawled into bed, and set the alarm so she could go see her father tomorrow about having the high school dance at the hotel. With thoughts of instantly becoming a well respected teacher floating through her mind Lora drifted off to sleep.

 

When the alarm rang out the next day she reached out from underneath the covers, slapping along the desk to locate it, and finally found it at the corner; though because she was blindly groping for it she knocked it to the floor. Sticking her head out from underneath the covers her hair was standing on end and black bags were under her eyes, her hands quickly yanking the clock beneath the covers. Pulling the covers back over her head she read the clock before throwing the covers off her and leaping out of bed, “One PM!? No, no . . . no!”

 

“Dad is probably already off somewhere!” she yelled racing into the bathroom and fixing herself up. Hair combed, teeth brushed, and everything proper order, “Why do I set a clock if I never wake up when it rings?!”

 

“Please don’t be gone,” she kept repeating slamming her door shut, accidentally leaving the keys in the lock, and raced up the stairs to her dad’s Presidential Room. Knocking on the doors she went to dig into her pocket for her keys, realizing where they were, and began literally bouncing in front of the door. She didn’t know wither to make the dash back and grab them or risk missing her father if he was still in his room. Stomping her foot she cursed under her breath, “Forget it!”

 

“Forget what? And why are you banging on my door this early in the morning?” her father’s voice asked behind her, standing in the doorway with a ‘I just woke up’ look on his face. Looking at his daughter Jake sighed, stood up with his back popping, and motioned for her to come in, “Whatever I’m up now thanks to you. Might as well see what you want . . .”

 

Inside Jake flipped on almost all of the lights, freshened up in the bathroom like she had done, and walked out in the same cloths he had slept in. Yawning he opened the fridge to pull out some eggs and bacon, “Still two eggs over easy?”

 

“Yes, but dad it is already 1 PM,” Lora hadn’t had anything to eat either so if her father was going to cook she wasn’t really going to stop him. Looking up when she had told him the time he checked his pocket watch and yawned again, stuffing it back in then shrugging, “At least it is Sunday . . . Three strips of bacon?”

 

“Yes please.”

 

“So why were you banging on my door? Waking me up and all,” he asked slapping the bacon onto the skillet and moving back as it began popping, the irresistible aroma filling the apartment. Remembering the question she wanted to ask as he set the plates down in front of them Lora proposed it to her father. All he did, with his mouth full of scrambled eggs with cheese, was finish his food and move over to the sink, “A school dance? I thought you were done with those . . .”

 

“Well it’s not really for me dad, you know that,” Lora said messing with the last over easy egg, “Its for the students. You always say the hotel doesn’t get enough publicity. Think about it, if you hold the dance here you might get more people to stay here.”

 

“I don’t want a bunch of brats running around my hotel,” Jake took Lora’s plate when she finished and set it in the sink with his. Picking up the skillet with his bare hands, ignoring the fact it was still hot, he poured the grease out and sat it back on the stove, “Besides . . . they’ll break things and . . . stuff!”

 

“You let me run around the hotel when I was a kid,” Lora replied in matter of fact way sipping her chocolate milk as she watched her dad pace back and forth. She knew he was considering it then again he was stubborn so he might still refuse to let her host it here. Looking at her he answered, “Well you’re my daughter!”

 

“Lame excuse dad,” Lora knew that her dad wouldn’t just let kids come to the hotel and have a dance, so she would have to do a bit more convincing. Getting up she began washing dishes, an old rule of the house since she didn’t do the cooking, and looked over her shoulder as he sat down with his own drink unfinished, “What if I said that there’d be other teachers looking after the kids?”

 

“Don’t trust the adults as much as I do the kids!”

 

“Then what if you looked after them and made sure they didn’t ruin anything?” The silence from the other room let her know she had gotten somewhere finally. As the stillness grew she could hear him rocking back and forth in his recliner before standing up where she saw him appear at the corner, “How about this? I’ll allow the High School to have the dance here, but the family . . . all of us . . . get to be a part of it in some shape or form.”

 

“All of us?” she repeated setting the black skillet into the drain board, honestly confused. She could see why her dad would ask to have a couple members of the family be a part of the dance. Uncle Andrew was good with electronics and would make an awesome DJ then of course Jake himself would keep an eye out for students misbehaving. She couldn’t understand why he’d want someone like Aunt Jackie or Uncle Jesse at the dance; for the most part he didn’t want either of them around during normal business hours. Seeing the look on her face Jake just laughed and explained, “It’s just . . . I remember my High School dances and they were God awful. Lame music, lame setting with blue and white f*cking balloons. At least if we have the entire family involved it’ll be a dance those brats will never forget!”

 

“You got a deal!” Lora shook her father’s hand, hugged him, and then pointed at him, “Just don’t let them go too over board on the craziness, please?”

 

“Promise.”

 

The dance was the following Monday, which gave Lora a week to plead her ‘case’ to the Principle. Normally the dance was held at the gym, but with Lora having the rest of Sunday to have thought things out she easily won them over. It was official on Tuesday that the 1st Semester Dance would be held at the Yugo Ultra Hotel!

 

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The day of the dance had arrived. After she had pleaded her case to move the dance from the school’s gymnasium to her dad’s massive hotel the next few weeks were spent getting the grand “ball room” ready for the premier night which Lora planned on using to become a well respected and popular teacher. She spent night after night, even when she had to be in to school the next morning, working on every last detail to ensure it would be absolutely perfect.

 

Now as students pulled up in stretch limos and, a select few, by their own parents she could feel her nerves getting the best of her. From what she could hear from students passing by they thought that moving the dance to the hotel was ‘cool’ and ‘something different’ but nothing more or less. In her red dress Lora had tied her hair up into a bun, something she rarely does, and waved to the students who waved to her. She was still a teacher and had to do her duties of course.

 

“Have fun Al,” she said a bit too loudly to one of her friend’s son, embarrassing the poor child, and felt a sharp slap to the back of her neck. Turning around she could see, as did everyone else, a woman that appeared to be the same age as her yet in such a revealing outfit that it drew the attention of every man in the room, both student and faculty alike. With a grin her red lipstick made her white teeth look even whiter before she drew her under her arm for a headlock, “Lorana you cat you! To think you’d think of hosting a ball in your old man’s place and even think to invite little ol’ me!”

 

“Aunt Jackie I just thought you would enjoy it, but ummm . . .” her voice trailed off as she saw her Aunt’s clothing and could feel a rush of heat to her cheeks, “Don’t you think that is kind of . . . too revealing?”

 

“Honey as long as I’m not naked it ain’t nothing ‘too revealing’!” was the only reply Lora got before her Aunt burst out laughing, her arm still wrapped over her shoulder as she shook her, and finally stopped to pull her in close, “Besides there are a lot of good looking guys here. This might be my chance to score Mr. Right.”

 

“Jackie shouldn’t you change it too ‘Mr. Right #3051’?”

 

“Shut up Jesse! Who asked you anyways?”

 

“No one did, just putting in my two cents,” he said taking the cigarette out of his mouth to speak clearly, the dark sunglasses hiding his eyes perfectly. Scowling at him Jackie just shrugged, let go of Lora, and walked off stating he wasn’t worth her time then proceeded to find someone who was. Returning to her job as a teacher, with her uncle as company, she ushered in the last few of the students and the late arrivals before closing the Lobby doors. With everyone inside the dance had officially gotten under way and even from eight stories below you could hear the loud boom of the stereo going at a steady rhythmic pace. Glancing up as he put another cigarette into his mouth and lit it, “Those d*mn kids listen to the worst kind of music now a days. Who the f*ck is Lady Gaga anyways?”

 

“She was around a long time ago you know, so she isn’t new actually,” she commented at the same time as she punched in the floor number they needed to go to. Stepping inside the elevator she could hear him commenting about how he still didn’t like the music and once he got up there was going to change it. Giggling over his frustration over something so simple she noticed a red stain on his shirt, “Spill some wine on yourself?”

 

“No, some of those brats brought it and I took it from them,” he answered blatantly without even glossing over it. When pressed for names and details he gave it all up without a second thought, scanning the paper whilst she wrote the information down, “Oh by the way . . . They fought for it so I had to teach them a lesson.”

 

“WHAT!? You fought students?!” she screamed as the door opened up and he stepped out. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need too. Lora knew her Uncle Jesse enough to know that if he said he fought someone over something he wasn’t lying; this made it impossible for her to report them because, if she did, they could spill the beans about what he did. Thinking it over she could see her entire career crumbling before her eyes as Jesse blended into the partying mass of students, “He just ruined everything . . . This can’t possibly get worse . . .” she thought, “Hey Miss Lorana!!!”

 

“Okay . . . I was wrong. So horribly, horribly wrong. Now it’s gotten worse,” Lora groaned to herself as Mr. Maximus, who had only wised up enough to start wearing a cup at all times, making his way towards her through the crowd. Panicking she didn’t want to spend the dance with someone like him . . . hell she didn’t want to spend any time with him even on a deserted island! As he made his way over to her, Lora grabbed the nearest person to her and clung to their arm like they were an ‘item’, “Hey Miss Lorana I thought- Oh . . . are you with someone?”

 

“Yes, sorry Mr. Maximus but we are. I had been trying to tell you for a while. We are a coup-,” she said happy and loud enough so he could hear her, feeling the arm she was holding onto yank free from her grip. Turning to look at the poor soul she had used as a decoy she was met by the angry eyes of another woman as sweat dripped down her face. When Aka walked away Lora explained to her fellow teacher that was a joke, but she was in all honesty “with someone.” When he pressed her for who she had to look out through the crowd once more and find someone, willing this time, to play along. Spotting a friend of her family she could see the pro skateboarder walking with two glasses of punch and waved him over. “Sorry to your date Niashi, but I’m going to have to borrow you for a bit,” she thought as Niashi Inumaki at last made it to her, “Hey Niashi thanks for going and getting me something to drink.”

 

“Uh?” confused he didn’t have time to stop Lora from taking the cup of punch and begin drinking it herself. Finishing it quickly she sighed and looked over at Maximus as he frowned, obviously believing the ruse, and told them to have a good night. The minute he was gone Niashi asked why she had grabbed his girlfriend’s drink and she had to explain the reason then offer a reward for helping her; he said that if his crew could use the Hotel for a stunt shooting they’d be squared. “Well I guess I’ll have to beg dad again for someone to use the hotel,” she thought but ultimately had to agree one way or another; she didn’t want to cheat him after he had saved her night. With the music suddenly cutting off prior to it being replaced by the screeching of a microphone everyone yelled as Andrew held it and looked out at the room with dull eyes, “Ladies and Gentlemen the Principle of Yugo High would like to thank the staff of the Yugo Ultra Hotel for allowing it’s students to hold their 1st Semester Dance on the rooftop on such a stunning night.”

 

“Andrew you are a member of the hotel staff,” Lora thought during which she couldn’t help but smile. He continued on, the music playing softly in the background, and stated the common repertoire that anybody would give out for a speech to a group of High School students. Giving a bow he was pushed aside as Jesse grabbed the microphone and yelled, “Now that sh*t is over! Students time to rock is NOW! Lora get your ass up here and show these brats that you are awesome as all f*cking hell! Come on!”

 

Katie moved the spot lights onto Lora from her spot, giving her no where to quickly duck and avoid listening to her Uncle. Frozen like a deer in headlights she simply stood there, shaking and eyes wide open, as everyone stared at her with unblinking eyes. A cough came from someone in the crowd. Slowly being moved towards the stage by unseen hands she climbed the steps, stood on the stage, and took the microphone from her Uncle’s hands. Hoisting it up to her face she took a shaky breath and let her voice carry through the speakers, “F-Far far above the clouds . . . soaring with the wind . . . ummm . . . uh . . . a falcon flies alone . . .”

 

Feeling as if this was impossible Lora stopped, lowering the microphone as the crowd seemed to be ‘booing’ her, although it was only her who thought so; truth be told they were just waiting. Seeing his niece starring to get discouraged Jesse motioned at Andrew to put on a song he knew she’d be unable to resist singing too, after all it was her favorite song and she’d put it on when ever they did this short of idiotic thing. Hearing the first few notes of the music being played over and over Lora began nodding her head in rhythm with it, lifting the microphone back up, “I can see you stalking like a predator . . . I've been here before . . ."

 

“Temptation calls like Adam to the apple but . . . I will not be caught. Cause I can read those velvet eyes and all I see is lies!” Over her initial fears of singing in front of the crowd Lora carried on with the song as if she were simply doing it for her family. Dancing along with the music she scarcely noticed the group enjoying her voice as she continued along. Looking over at his friend Jake raised an eyebrow, “You plan this?”

 

“No sh*t Sherlock.”

 

“I’ll move while you’re watching me, dance with the enemy . . . Here is my remedy!” Spinning around Lora hopped off the stage and moved amongst the mass as she continued, now hearing everyone cheering her on whilst some danced or sang along with her and the music blaring all around. She was having the time of her life. The song finishing Lora found herself back up on the platform as everyone cheered for more. Blinking she was stunned she had not only sung in front of a crowd, but in front of her own students. Taking the microphone from her Jesse called out, “Miss Lorana Valiant everyone! Now lets keep going, Andrew?”

 

Grabbing the guitar when Andrew threw it Jesse began strumming on the strings as the loud boom of drums echoed through the room, “Well it's midnight, d*mn right, we're wound up too tight! I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just hit me!"

 

As Jesse continued things began getting out of hand, culminating when the song ended and

, showing that it wouldn’t end; what was worse this new one was a duo . . . Jesse singing and Jackie dancing “proactively” to those watching. Strutting and spinning around the men of the crowd had to admit she knew what she was doing, though the women felt it was too over the top. The dance continued into the earliest hours of the morning and still kept going strong. Not only had Lora and some of her family sang, but even those who had no intention when they volunteered to help with the dance ended up doing so, the most notable was Aka, Kari, Rui and Lora’s

to the perverse song Jesse and Jackie had preformed; the three even went on to sing

later in the evening much to their kids dismay.

 

Surprisingly even Zero Ranmyaku’s band arrived to play, though only two song, which was more than what the crowd could stand of them; it was more

than the actual singers, though with Jackie's help they regained their fan base. Though try as they might everyone eventually ceased the partying and either left to go home and rest or simply fell asleep at the hotel, dreaming of the crazy night that had just passed.

 

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Three months had passed since then.

 

The sunlight peeked through the clouds as Lora walked the streets, looking up to think about if it might rain, though not long enough to really stop moving. “You know, the idea of becoming a popular teacher purely because I had hosted the 1^st Semester Dance at the hotel was kind of stupid,” Lora continued along her way, reaching the school grounds then looked around, waving back at the students who had waved to her. “Though for weeks after I had been the most popular teacher because of it . . . and I also constantly got requests to sing again. Instead I became popular the old fashioned way . . . By earning the students and faculties respect.” Mr. Maximus’ advanced had long since died down, so much so she only saw him at teacher meetings, and she now had a lot of the other teachers and students as personal friends. Turning to continue her way inside a student scurrying away with a backpack in her eyes caught her attention enough to prompt her to follow quietly behind him.

 

Catching a glimpse of the student she had trailed reveal a spray can and begin using it to draw graffiti on the lockers she walked out and confronted him, startling him enough he dropped the paint can. As she scolded him, students could see her from the main courtyard, some taking notice . . . Though more of her than what she was doing, “Though sometimes I get the odd feeling the students are talking about me behind my back.” Folding her arms she looked at the student, “Understand?”

 

“Yes ma’am,” he simply said before being dismissed. She hadn’t given the boy detention, something she refrained from doing unless it was a severe case of disorder, though the mere thought of having to send a kid to detention got her a bit flustered from remembering being ‘exposed’ one the first detention; though now it never reoccurred. Entering her class the students stopped their murmuring and watched her. Looking up at them she gave a smile, “I’ll give you all a few minutes to finish your conversations while I sort out my papers.“

 

“Make it quick though in case the Principle comes in,” Setting the papers down on her desk she looked over each one quickly, finding the tab marks which indicated where they should be separated for each class; she had yet to figure it was easier to buy a binder which had separate spaced envelopes. Placing them out one by one in a paper tray an accidental slip made her drink spill over her sleeve. Too large to ignore for the entire day she told her students to study while she was gone. Closing the door she planned on washing the majority of it off in the bathroom, but when she passed the janitor’s closet she could hear someone’s muffled call for help. Opening the door she saw that the Health Teacher, bound and gagged, had been stuffed inside in a hurry. She wondered who would do such a thing then again she soon had her answer when she heard a familiar voice; thankfully the speaker was being overly loud.

 

“. . . educate you all about sex. Since apparently half of this school partakes in it, we want to make sure you all know what you need to know.”

 

Skidding to a stop Lora could see her dad, inside the Health Class, holding up a hot dog in front of the class with a grin on his face then wiggle it for effect before violating the mannequin with it, “Can anyone tell me what this position is called?”

 

Gasping she swung the door open and began yelling out of instinct, “Dad! What the hell!?”

 

“Relax Lora,” he said trying to play it off, though he knew he had been caught, “We’re here speaking on behalf of-

 

“I found Mr. Kuchiki tied up and gagged in the janitor’s closet after hearing his muffled cries for help,” she interrupted crossing her arms, “How’s that?”

 

Both Jake and Raiden, who had been the other person in this crazy situation, laughed nervously as her gaze never left them. Coughing Raiden stepped forward, “Okay, look. Byakuya screwed me over on something, so I wanted to get back at him . . . So I asked Jake for help.”

 

“It sounded fun!” Lora’s dad said without a hint of remorse. Though that was just like him. He had only cared about how funny it might be and didn’t even heed what consequences there would be. Scowling at them her patience was almost at an end, closing her eyes as she spoke, “Scarring the minds of innocent kids and bounding a helpless Health teacher is fun to you?!”

 

“Yes,” was the instant answer lacking even a seconds delay. Raiden, attempting to make another crude joke, got a swift skull shattering punch from Lora as she lost it however momentarily. She had hit him hard enough to knock him into the wall and the students yelled out excited, after all it wasn’t everyday a fight broke out amongst “teachers”. Shifting her gaze to her father, who was opening the window to escape, she ordered, “GO BACK TO THE HOTEL!!!”

 

“Okay, sure!” Turning back to the students he grinned and saluted them, “Kids, if you ever need a place to stay, come to the Yugo Ultra Hotel! We serve our guests properly and we’ve even expanded to other areas like Jap-

 

“OUT!” Following the last orders Jake leapt out of the window and vanished. Now alone in the room with the bewildered students she turned to them and declared it a free period. Glancing back at the open window Lora grinned, “Yeah . . . even when things like this happen . . . I still love my job . . .”

 

End Song

 

 

 

EDIT: YAY and the links for when copied 8D

Edited August 24, 2011 by Jake the Sage

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

At 2? In the morning? OH COME ON! I won't read it until tomorrow.

[Jake the Sage]

At 2? In the morning? OH COME ON! I won't read it until tomorrow.

 

You mean today?

And yeah . . . just finished putting in the links man.

[Limited Edition KING]

Since King put his up . . . BAM!

 

Actually I haven't finished it I just posted a promo like Fuse did on the last page. :I