Yesterday, or today, I can't tell…but that day was the most active day I have ever seen for my stories. Not in hits, but feedback and activity. Only, I wasn't there to see it, darn. I went to bed at eleven and something just exploded on here. (Yes, I actually went to sleep early in an attempt to be rested, aren't you happy?) Anywho, let's continue this for a bit, neh? ~Finalage
Chapter One: Ball Bearings
The door opened quietly, and a small figure walked into the door, carrying a portfolio in one hand. He turned around to greet his new class, but he felt a tug on his foot, and looked down, his face darkening slightly. A…trip wire?
Uh oh…this wasn't good. He looked up to see an eraser fall. Smack on his head, for he didn't dare try to stop it with magic…he almost did…yet his eyes caught with another student, just before he allowed that chalk encrusted bauble consume his vision, coughing, sputtering, he took a step, forgetting the trip wire was there…ayi, a bucket fell right on his head, sending him tumbling with the throw of that wire, he could scarcely breathe.
The twang reverberated in that very bucket as he felt three projectiles collide solidly with his behind, sending him twirling, flying into the side of his new desk, what a way to say hi to the furniture, a way that the object did not appreciate as it sent a hail of office supplies upon him, including a painful blow by a paper weight, making him cry out for mercy.
If not for the poor bucket, which had to deal with the din of his howls, his world would have gone black with pain. The sound filled him, deafening him, his own howls, the cries of a child. His world was given light when he felt a hands press upon his legs, the bucket gingerly lifted from him to reveal the faces of several girls.
His poor tears were clear on his face, and he couldn't help but let out that typical, "uuuuuui~" sound of despair, prompting more of his students to grab him, pulling him in apology while physically only causing him more distress, he was surrounded by them, he couldn't breathe!
"Ooooh! Sorry, we thought you were our teacher!"
"Aww, he's crying!"
"Where'd he come from? Where's his mom?"
A child. A simple child. Ahh, the wonders of the genetic pool, there was a male child in their midst. Satomi half left her chair, but the boy had already been completely covered in a squirming mass of estrogen spouting bodies, why bother adding another?
Spinning around from the sight, she met eyes with Chao, and quietly returned to her seat as the other looked her up and down, a small smile playing on her face.
"You put on your shirt backwards again, yo."
Taking a glance, she couldn't help but realize she was right. Her hair was wet too…why…oh yeah, the shower.
Little details. Unimportant details.
Above the din, Takahata brought himself into the mass, claiming the impossibility, the solid smack upside the head for the realm of common sense. This…was their new teacher. Ohh, the horror, the drama, the pure and utter hilarity of it all as the other struggled to even further push themselves upon him.
"This little thing? He's so cute!"
The laws of physics are thus tossed to the wind as the class glomped on him, stomping his body into what should have been an unintelligible mass of goo as the necessary space for his body disappeared, and yet, he lives.
But for how long? The storm, brewing in the corner until now, proves itself to be a fully fledged hurricane as it lands, right upon the poor boy's head as he is heisted up, up ahh, into the eyes of his aggressor, one Kagurazaka Asuna.
"Okay you freak, what did you do with the eraser?"
"Save your fancy Greek words, what did you-!"
"Actually, Asuna-san, it's French…but of course, I do not expect her to know that."
Satomi smiled at that aside comment Chao had mumbled. Poor girl would be as she was, a blithering violent, one that would come, most likely, to an untimely end…ahh, but what is this?
Ooh, her hair flew in his face, and the omen in the air was not kind as the boy reared back his head. She was no mage, Satomi, but she knew Magic, vaguely. At least, she knew that there was something…odd about her friend Chao, and her acquaintance, Evangeline…the boy let go a hearty sneeze, making Satomi duck as a garment flew her way, flying between her and Chao…was it her overcoat?
Since when was Asuna into speed stripping? For a ten year old too, such degenerative morals!
The teacher however, managed to somehow bring order to chaos amidst the clash of the morning bell. Asuna was led out of the room by Takahata, practically the color of strawberry ice-cream from head to toe as she bolted, eliciting her displeasure with one shrill yell that would forever scar the young professor's ears.
"O-okay class, if you could please turn to page two-two seventy five, we will…ahh…the board…"
Finally, physics reasserts itself upon the diminutive boy, as he disappears behind the desk to gales of laughter, unable to reach the ever escapist of a blackboard. Yes, Ayaka Yukihiro becomes the bane of the entire class, miraculously producing a footstool encrusted with flowers from, goodness knows where, her professing mouth perhaps.
Still, Negi accepted the gift with grace, and the class began in full. Asuna returned in her gym clothes, as her others had suffered violent defeat at the hands of ripping wind, and her glare at the back of Negi's head was laser fire, if not for his already fiery head, one would swear he'd be smoking in the ears by now.
Ahh, but the boy was a rigid one. An interesting toy to play with, as, despite his age, he seemed to know his stuff. Once he got over the general nervousness of facing a room full of the opposite gender, all older than his childhood physique, he proved to be a gripping voice telling his tale, peddling his "free" wares.
Of course, his spell was broken at the call of the bell, and once more he was just a little boy, once more sputtering, nearing incoherence, as the class began their mad dash to gather themselves to leave, for the next class of course, this had nothing to do with the fact he had yet to give homework yet…
Nothing at all.
The boy was left in the dust in an almost literal windstorm, gone in a flash of unnatural haste. Ahh, but of course, the boy, after having a slight moment of distress, settled down complacently, nicely shifting his weight to turn back to his board, dutifully writing down the homework on the board.
This was the homeroom, and they, the homeroom class. The joke was, inevitably, on them. Strike hard, strike fast, and watch your opponent tip you upon your ass.
Finally, to work! The restraints of school were complete, and the mission was thus accomplished! She rushed by her back, which was on the floor where she had left it since…god knows when, and picked up a few rolls of paper, preparing to skedaddle from the premises for the science department, only to pause at the sight of a pair of eyes. Ahh this was the bit she had overlooked.
Chao held up a very wet undergarment with a single gloved finger, fixing her friend with a look that wasn't too kind. Ahh, the glare of death was upon her! Yet still, by sheer density of will, Satomi was unaffected…or perhaps it was just the shiny glasses.
"This was in the trash, neh?"
Wait, wasn't that hers? Indeed, it was! Yet, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, besides being wet, yet, it was in the trash, oh dear.
"I don't recall throwing that in the trash."
Of course not Satomi, life just didn't like your-ahem-. Itemized under attire.
"Your jeans are in the sink too…mind explaining that one?"
"…Perhaps I attempted to wash them there?"
Chao, exasperated, sighed. Her friend was a true scientific genius, but alas, she was also a first class idiot when it came to anything else. The cruelty of the world, a true reason why all scientists brilliant enough are called mad.
"Satomi, you showered with your clothes on again, didn't you, neh?"
Her addressee was already at the door, and had somehow managed to procure a piece of toast along the way. It looked dejected as her eyes, large and curious, magnified to clownish proportions through her glasses, fixed on Chao, blank.
"I did? I suppose I must have, yes. I must go now Chao, I have my work to present, and a dissertation today…"
Ahh, if only her friend did not know the schedule like the back of her hand. She pointed to the Television, showing the date
"That was last week Satomi."
"Gehh? The time flies me by worse than I thought, the damage is nigh irreparable, this progress will not be tolerated, I must go! Now!"
The other left amidst avid protest, protest that was ignored with such acuity one would swear it was purposeful, but Chao knew her partner just, quite simply, did not always have all the birds roosting in her tree.
"You went out without putting on a proper pair of pants…just the boy shorts. Ayi papi…oh well, you lab coat will suffice, I suppose the university students need a shake up now and again, dead as doornails when it comes to the energized drive I see in my class…still…"
Shaking her head, she looked about the dorm. What an utter mess, a tornado that raged through here every day, category Fujita six for Christ's sake. Most of it was Satomi's clothing too, as the scientist was prone to toss off/on clothes and go.
No time for common, mundane tasks, that was the motto.
Again, it is a short thing-a-ma-bob. Yet, I still find it hard to focus on such a type of writing, and it is still far from actual funny. I'll get to the point sooner or later, but for now, the scene is set. What do you think? Do I bore you stiff? I told you, I'm not used to humor-ish-ishy-ish things with a light hearted sprinkle. Still, this is longer than the prologue at least. That's a good sign…I hope. I kinda skimmed over important stuff though.
The project continues after an appalling amount of feedback, I thank you all for that.