Post by Moonlight Rose on Nov 29, 2022 15:28:47 GMT -5
November 28th.
York University.
Toronto, Canada.
These general education courses are going to be the death of me. I came here for motion graphics and elegant computer design. Not Greek mythology or “Personal success.” Whatever that means.
Emiko peers out of the classroom window. Watching the fresh snow cover the professors parking lot. The sound of her professors lecture turning into a low mumble, then a medium mumble. Then a yell.
“Miss Kikuchi!” Emiko snaps out of her trance with a jump and a shout.
“Jesus Brad, you scared me half to death.”
“That’s Mr. Bourque to you. You can address me as whatever you like. As soon as you start passing my class. Now please pay attention. Or don’t. I get paid either way.”
What a dick. Nobody wants to be here, and he fucking knows it. Fail or pass I'm only doing this because if I don’t mom will kill me. In July I’ll be a full-time wrestler.
She gazes up at the clock above the door.
One more hour until this nightmare ends. Just pay attention Em.
Emiko’s eyes begin to wonder towards the whiteboard. Scrawling’s of Hermes lightning speed. Persephone’s childhood and Hades’ travel to Olympus. Its all so boring. Emiko would much rather study Scott Sirens OCW title run. Or the difference between Dean and Marcus. Or the possibility of everybody on the active roster being a Strader of some kind. And all this thinking… is exhausting. And as Emiko’s mind begins to wonder she begins to nod off.
~~~
Our heroine’s eyes shoot open as a meter stick lands right next to her cheek.
“What the hell Br-“
To her surprise. Her bearded prof has changed quite quickly into a… well… there no other way to say this other than a fair breasted female teacher.
Okay… what the fuck. Is this a prank?
“Ara Ara… Kikuchi-Kun. Sleeping in my class again. When will you straighten out.”
The class chuckles and start to gossip. That gives Emiko a chance to look around at the room. A standard Japanese high school. Like the ones in “Classroom of the Elite” or “Lucky Star” or really any sappy high school romance anime. Uniforms, Sakura trees. The whole nine yards.
This is weird. And not good weird… this shits creepy.
“Sorry… I have to use the bathroom.” The teacher sighs, then points her stick towards the door. Emiko stands and makes he way towards the exit. Passing a certain someone that catches her. The crazy green and red hair stick out like a sore thumb. Sitting at the very front of the class.
That looks like…
BANG!
Emiko runs face first into the sliding room. The room erupts in laughter as Emiko rushes out the door. the halls are pristine white. Right out of a manga panel. The windows shining through a perfect golden sunlight. The hallways are dead. No sound coming from any of the other classrooms. Like nobody else even exists.
Emiko enters the women’s bathroom and stares into the mirror. She spots her school uniform.
“Ugh… this looks… actually…” she adjusts the skirt and tie and the sound of the bell was her que to leave.
~~~
The Sakura trees in the courtyard make for an almost dreamlike backdrop… well. It is a dream but. You know.
The blossoms fall off the trees almost endlessly. With students hanging out underneath. Talking about whatever it is teenagers talk about.
Okay. I got to get out of here. The more time I spend in this place the longer I’m asleep. Wait… isn’t the rule as soon as you know your in a dream that’s when your supposed to wake up? This shit is so confusing. Huh?
Out of the corner of her eye. She spots couple of students surround that kid with the crazy hair. Pushing him in the middle of the circle.
Jeez Robert… even here.
Emiko gets up from the bench and stands to storm towards the scuffle, when a group of girls cuts her off.
Out of the group of 3 the one inn the middle stands with the most pride. Arms crossed with her long duel blonde ponytail flowing in the wind. She speaks up.
“Hey new girl. I just wanted to welcome you to Morishima High!...”
Morishima? Ive been watching way too much NOAH.
“… We just wanted to see if you wanted to have a sleep over. We think your sooooooo…”
Emiko peers over her shoulder to see Roberts attackers getting more aggressive. Shoving him to the floor.
“Can you guys just shut up for a second.”
The stunned look on her face is priceless as Emiko pushes past the “popular crowd” striding towards the dust up.
“Alright gents… let the nerd go!” Emiko loosens her tie and undoes her cuffs on her wrists.
One of the students looks over at her tilting his head up high.
“Yara… Hey dork. Your girlfriend come to save your ass? That’s weak shit man.”
“Hey man, if you think that weak, you’re going to be real upset when I kick your ass back to math class.”
He begins to walks towards her. Spouting some bullshit.
“You really think your gonna beat-“
The stiff right hand catches the student by surprise spraying teeth all over the perfect cut grass. He stumbles back as Emiko lifts her left leg and slams him with a head kick that plants him face first lifting up some of the dirt.
She looks up at the rest of his goons. Blood cascading all over her face and uniform.
“My, my… what happened to him?...” Emiko reaches down and grabs the handkerchief sticking out of his jacket pocket. She uses it to clean the blood off her face.
I feel so much stronger here. I was expecting a brawl, maybe I can get out of this without getting Robert Hurt.
“Come on now boys… lets have some more fun!” that should do it.
The students look at each other before taking off running for either the teachers or their mothers. Robert slowly makes his way to his feet.
“You alright Rob- dude.” He’s gonna say something cringe.
“Yes… and thank you. I don’t think those brutes are going to be messing with me anymore.”
Emiko catches herself looking into his eyes. He looks so different since they last talked. When she saw him at the rumble she couldn’t believe her eyes.
“But I feel like your going to be expelled.”
“Eh its alright. I don’t even go here anyway.”
Robert stands up and extends his hand.
“I’m Robert… Robert Uch-“
“I know buddy. Call me Emiko… just Emiko.”
Robert nods and walks away. Emiko looks on with a burning question sticking to her chest.
“Hey wait!” He turns around. Emiko has her finger laced; she can barely stand up straight.
“Robert… Will you…”
~~~
“Alright Folks your presentations are due next week so get those emailed to me so I can look them over.”
Her head shoots up and she looks around at her surroundings. It’s her university class. She’s not in some skimpy uniform. She’s wearing her own merch. She’s back.
Man… what was that about? I don’t really… maybe I do…
~~~
Awe Robert… you’re such a cutie. I think its genuinely amazing that you’re having this career resurgence. You made it deep in the rumble and I wish I could have been there, but I got scared. Your braver than me. But you toss out an open challenge backstage and all you wanted was a date? Maybe next time try asking first. Maybe I would have said yes. But hey this is a chance to see if Easton was wrong. you wanted him to take you in right. All those weeks ago when you called me and asked for a chance here it is. here’s your chance to prove that your ready to be taught by the Dragon. You certainly look the part. And I saw you eating a protein bar instead of a hot pocket backstage. You’ve made amazing progress. But I’m on a streak.
3 in a row and I hate to keep talking about it but its true. And I’m getting upset quite frankly. The all-consuming fire or Solomon Cain or whatever his fucking name is jumped the line. I thought maybe this micky mouse champion wouldn’t accept free wins anymore. Robert unfortunately you have caught me at a awful mood. I’m going to run you over and take what is rightfully mine. A craze title shot. Because is flames gets one before me. I’m deserving.
You have all the tools Robert. You just can’t put them together. I’m not the kind of person that you should take for granted. I can put my personal feelings aside to preserve my status… my streak is on the line here. So, when you have me right where you want me. Can you pull the trigger? Can you really punch me, Robert? Can you kick me? Can you slap me or drop me? Can you truly hurt me? Because I can hurt you. I got no problem with climbing the rope and finally hitting my magnum opus. You will feel my OTK. And if you don't… I’ll pay for diner. You don’t even get to ask mommy for your early allowance.
York University.
Toronto, Canada.
These general education courses are going to be the death of me. I came here for motion graphics and elegant computer design. Not Greek mythology or “Personal success.” Whatever that means.
Emiko peers out of the classroom window. Watching the fresh snow cover the professors parking lot. The sound of her professors lecture turning into a low mumble, then a medium mumble. Then a yell.
“Miss Kikuchi!” Emiko snaps out of her trance with a jump and a shout.
“Jesus Brad, you scared me half to death.”
“That’s Mr. Bourque to you. You can address me as whatever you like. As soon as you start passing my class. Now please pay attention. Or don’t. I get paid either way.”
What a dick. Nobody wants to be here, and he fucking knows it. Fail or pass I'm only doing this because if I don’t mom will kill me. In July I’ll be a full-time wrestler.
She gazes up at the clock above the door.
One more hour until this nightmare ends. Just pay attention Em.
Emiko’s eyes begin to wonder towards the whiteboard. Scrawling’s of Hermes lightning speed. Persephone’s childhood and Hades’ travel to Olympus. Its all so boring. Emiko would much rather study Scott Sirens OCW title run. Or the difference between Dean and Marcus. Or the possibility of everybody on the active roster being a Strader of some kind. And all this thinking… is exhausting. And as Emiko’s mind begins to wonder she begins to nod off.
~~~
Our heroine’s eyes shoot open as a meter stick lands right next to her cheek.
“What the hell Br-“
To her surprise. Her bearded prof has changed quite quickly into a… well… there no other way to say this other than a fair breasted female teacher.
Okay… what the fuck. Is this a prank?
“Ara Ara… Kikuchi-Kun. Sleeping in my class again. When will you straighten out.”
The class chuckles and start to gossip. That gives Emiko a chance to look around at the room. A standard Japanese high school. Like the ones in “Classroom of the Elite” or “Lucky Star” or really any sappy high school romance anime. Uniforms, Sakura trees. The whole nine yards.
This is weird. And not good weird… this shits creepy.
“Sorry… I have to use the bathroom.” The teacher sighs, then points her stick towards the door. Emiko stands and makes he way towards the exit. Passing a certain someone that catches her. The crazy green and red hair stick out like a sore thumb. Sitting at the very front of the class.
That looks like…
BANG!
Emiko runs face first into the sliding room. The room erupts in laughter as Emiko rushes out the door. the halls are pristine white. Right out of a manga panel. The windows shining through a perfect golden sunlight. The hallways are dead. No sound coming from any of the other classrooms. Like nobody else even exists.
Emiko enters the women’s bathroom and stares into the mirror. She spots her school uniform.
“Ugh… this looks… actually…” she adjusts the skirt and tie and the sound of the bell was her que to leave.
~~~
The Sakura trees in the courtyard make for an almost dreamlike backdrop… well. It is a dream but. You know.
The blossoms fall off the trees almost endlessly. With students hanging out underneath. Talking about whatever it is teenagers talk about.
Okay. I got to get out of here. The more time I spend in this place the longer I’m asleep. Wait… isn’t the rule as soon as you know your in a dream that’s when your supposed to wake up? This shit is so confusing. Huh?
Out of the corner of her eye. She spots couple of students surround that kid with the crazy hair. Pushing him in the middle of the circle.
Jeez Robert… even here.
Emiko gets up from the bench and stands to storm towards the scuffle, when a group of girls cuts her off.
Out of the group of 3 the one inn the middle stands with the most pride. Arms crossed with her long duel blonde ponytail flowing in the wind. She speaks up.
“Hey new girl. I just wanted to welcome you to Morishima High!...”
Morishima? Ive been watching way too much NOAH.
“… We just wanted to see if you wanted to have a sleep over. We think your sooooooo…”
Emiko peers over her shoulder to see Roberts attackers getting more aggressive. Shoving him to the floor.
“Can you guys just shut up for a second.”
The stunned look on her face is priceless as Emiko pushes past the “popular crowd” striding towards the dust up.
“Alright gents… let the nerd go!” Emiko loosens her tie and undoes her cuffs on her wrists.
One of the students looks over at her tilting his head up high.
“Yara… Hey dork. Your girlfriend come to save your ass? That’s weak shit man.”
“Hey man, if you think that weak, you’re going to be real upset when I kick your ass back to math class.”
He begins to walks towards her. Spouting some bullshit.
“You really think your gonna beat-“
The stiff right hand catches the student by surprise spraying teeth all over the perfect cut grass. He stumbles back as Emiko lifts her left leg and slams him with a head kick that plants him face first lifting up some of the dirt.
She looks up at the rest of his goons. Blood cascading all over her face and uniform.
“My, my… what happened to him?...” Emiko reaches down and grabs the handkerchief sticking out of his jacket pocket. She uses it to clean the blood off her face.
I feel so much stronger here. I was expecting a brawl, maybe I can get out of this without getting Robert Hurt.
“Come on now boys… lets have some more fun!” that should do it.
The students look at each other before taking off running for either the teachers or their mothers. Robert slowly makes his way to his feet.
“You alright Rob- dude.” He’s gonna say something cringe.
“Yes… and thank you. I don’t think those brutes are going to be messing with me anymore.”
Emiko catches herself looking into his eyes. He looks so different since they last talked. When she saw him at the rumble she couldn’t believe her eyes.
“But I feel like your going to be expelled.”
“Eh its alright. I don’t even go here anyway.”
Robert stands up and extends his hand.
“I’m Robert… Robert Uch-“
“I know buddy. Call me Emiko… just Emiko.”
Robert nods and walks away. Emiko looks on with a burning question sticking to her chest.
“Hey wait!” He turns around. Emiko has her finger laced; she can barely stand up straight.
“Robert… Will you…”
~~~
“Alright Folks your presentations are due next week so get those emailed to me so I can look them over.”
Her head shoots up and she looks around at her surroundings. It’s her university class. She’s not in some skimpy uniform. She’s wearing her own merch. She’s back.
Man… what was that about? I don’t really… maybe I do…
~~~
Awe Robert… you’re such a cutie. I think its genuinely amazing that you’re having this career resurgence. You made it deep in the rumble and I wish I could have been there, but I got scared. Your braver than me. But you toss out an open challenge backstage and all you wanted was a date? Maybe next time try asking first. Maybe I would have said yes. But hey this is a chance to see if Easton was wrong. you wanted him to take you in right. All those weeks ago when you called me and asked for a chance here it is. here’s your chance to prove that your ready to be taught by the Dragon. You certainly look the part. And I saw you eating a protein bar instead of a hot pocket backstage. You’ve made amazing progress. But I’m on a streak.
3 in a row and I hate to keep talking about it but its true. And I’m getting upset quite frankly. The all-consuming fire or Solomon Cain or whatever his fucking name is jumped the line. I thought maybe this micky mouse champion wouldn’t accept free wins anymore. Robert unfortunately you have caught me at a awful mood. I’m going to run you over and take what is rightfully mine. A craze title shot. Because is flames gets one before me. I’m deserving.
You have all the tools Robert. You just can’t put them together. I’m not the kind of person that you should take for granted. I can put my personal feelings aside to preserve my status… my streak is on the line here. So, when you have me right where you want me. Can you pull the trigger? Can you really punch me, Robert? Can you kick me? Can you slap me or drop me? Can you truly hurt me? Because I can hurt you. I got no problem with climbing the rope and finally hitting my magnum opus. You will feel my OTK. And if you don't… I’ll pay for diner. You don’t even get to ask mommy for your early allowance.