Sunday, August 13, 2006

   My anime/manga in progress: HDL
This is a rather long thing...about 20 pages on word. For thy veiwing pleasure (comments welcome) oh, and plz hightlight if you don't get it all. ty

Happy Days Lost


Rough not detailed version

Konnichiwa everyone! Welcome to Disney’s Wide World of Sports…I mean uh, Happy Days Lost, or HDL for short. This is the story of me, Mitchell Goto as I embark on a perilous journey to Japan as a foreign exchange student. Well, okay, so maybe it’s not “perilous” but it sure is fun. Now, I bet your thinking how bad this is so far. Don’t worry: HDL has something for everyone. Even those of you forced to read this by your friends or family. I don’t want you to complain to them and tell them “Well I think this sucks” and you’ve barely read any of it! Not gonna happen! Oh wait, I should be off now…school’s starting… so I’ll be seeing ya later!





Today is the day Mitchell Goto, a 17 year old High school student hailing from New York City, starts his Japanese foreign exchange program. How it all started? Well, it was kind of an easy way to not only see his relatives, but to just get away from his busy life in America. I guess he didn’t want too much congestion in a city? Well, he won’t get it any less crowded in Tokyo, that’s for sure.

Usually all students walk to school in Japan. Or bike. Or takes the bus, train, car ride from parents, etc. Mitchell just walks. It’s convienet. But for today, maybe it was the wrong choice. Today was the first day for all students. So they won’t know about Mitchell being with them. He does stick out too, and that could turn today a little upside down...

So when you stick a tall guy like Mitchell into a crowd of short high school students when he has school uniform, things happen. They’re not good either…

As our hero is walking to school, he gets caught in a rather large crowd of students. What are they doing? Staring at him. Very uncomfortable if you ask me. Even though Mitchell is kindly waving to them, the passing students, they start to freak out. Not everyone though. Some people in his school tend to wave back just as friendly. This made him feel a little better.

“Nice to see friendly faces.” Mitchell thought to himself, grinning as he walked.

During his walk to school, Mitchell encountered a lot of Hideki Oyamata students. All had no idea he was coming. Especially when he’s sporting the Hideki boy’s uniform. That must’ve scared the living daylights out of them!

It’s not like Mitchell looks weird. Like he’s an alien or has a hundred eyes. It’s just that he’s tall, American and more laid back than your average Japanese student, shorter and more preppy and learning oriented. (Most anyway) For crying out loud, Mitchell is a tree in a crowd of bushes! So tall, and on top of that, good looking. But it’s a little scary at first. Especially since most of the students freaked out when they saw Mitchell.

“(freaked out) is…is…is he an American?!”

What’d I tell you?

“A foreign exchange student? This early in the year?”

“Have the Americans come to get us involved in the war?”

“My question is why he is in a Hideki High uniform. Why not another American school over a traditional Japanese high school?”

Mitchell responded back in Japanese, “Because going to those schools just wouldn’t be as much fun.” He then walked farther into the crowded path, leaving those who were in shock in awe of him.

The student with the last remark was dead silent. He didn’t see it coming. Honestly, he didn’t at all. An American speaking perfect Japanese. His mouth was gaping to the ground.

Mitchell could understand and speak perfect Japanese. He’s got that natural ability. Why? Hm…he’s got Asian blood! His dad was Japanese and his mother was half Japanese. That makes his like ¾ Japanese right? Am I right? Okay then let’s just move on shall we? I said too many random things already.

Mitchell, you know too much about already because I was rambling about his life story. Poor guy. Anyway, already being bombarded by students that think he’s from out of this world has miraculously made it to school. Hideki Oyamata High School. Named so after Hideki Oyamata, duh! (But there was never a Hideki Oyamata…) It was around the same size and shape as a regular Tokyo school. It was big, had many floors, and cherry blossoms around it, with leaves falling around him. He took a good look at it while the other students around him were walking like ants all around the entrance of the school.

“Hideki high doesn’t look so bad. It even feels new too.” Mitchell though to himself. Since he got to school early, he might as well check out his homeroom assignment, right? So, going to the assignment board on the 1st floor, Mitchell checked it out, obviously. It was packed, with so many students staring at the wall with the homeroom postings. Mitchell inched his way towards the board. He looked everywhere for his name, scanning every part of the assignments. One girl who was looking for her homeroom blushed and was surprised by her homeroom assignment.

“I’m…I’m in…the American’s class?”

Mitchell’s eyes looked directly at that same paper. Ms. Kyoko Goto’s year 1 class 12 homeroom.

“Oh my god! I’m in my cousin Kyoko’s class?” Mitchell thought in more strange ways than one. His teacher is his older cousin, Kyoko Goto, who was also watching him over his stay. This ain’t gonna go well!

“Hey! I’m in the American’s class to!”

“Me too!”

“I’m not ‘the American’ everyone. I have a name.” Mitchell did his usual smile-that-freaked-the-life-out-of-everyone and freaked the life out of everyone.

“Oh my god!!! He can speak perfect Japanese!” It was a synchronized yell of people who didn’t expect to hear him say that.

Everyone there was so impressed he could speak Japanese. People from America that came to Japan usually couldn’t converse with the Japanese due to the language barrier. There was no problem here. He was easily conversing with everyone and becoming very liked with everyone with his easy going personality. And as Mitchell became more popular with the students, the more one group of girls looked on in disgust. But exactly who was watching him? And more importantly, what happened to my bagel? It was here a minute ago!

“What is up with that American guy? Stealing the school from me!” One of the girls angrily blurted out.

“Ena, he hasn’t doesn’t done anything yet. And you’re a first year too so don’t even talk.” Another commented

“She’s right you know.” The last girl agreed.

Yes, there were 3 girls. They were Ena Kanasagi (the first girl) Natsume Takeda (2nd girl) and Tsubaki Nasamaru. They all were once the most popular group of girls in middle school. I guess the popularity got lost in the transition to high school. Or Mitchell is just all out more popular than they are.

“Look guys, I’m sure he’s not that big with the students anyway. What, he’s here for a month or two then leaves. Besides, he barely looks American anyway.”

“Yeah, he looks Korean if you ask me.”

“Ena, why do you have to be so negative around foreigners?”

“There’s just many of them Tsubaki! Their everywhere! Like the media.”

“But he’s not like the rest of them…”

“Yeah well you’ll see! He’s gonna be a bad seed, I just know it!”

“Ena, take it easy. It’s the first day and already you’re freaking out. Remember Sasuke last year?”

“Yeah…I guess your right” Ena sighed and smacked her face. Then she started laughing. “Your right Natsume, I shouldn’t worry. Everybody does love me anyways!”

Or did they?

Almost everyone who saw him went up to him. So many students were talking to him, and it felt sort of like the media had bum-rushed Mitchell. But he just kept his cool as he headed to his homeroom. Being in such a big crowd though, it was tough to work around. Until Principal Nagasaki, The man in charge of the school (of course, he’s a principal!) shows up and breaks up the crowd. He keeps Mitchell though.

“Mr. Goto, good morning.”

“Oh, Principal Nagasaki! What’s up G?”

Mitchell tried to be funny around Principal Nagasaki by acting hoodlum. Principal Nagasaki was not amused.

“Did you get to school alright? Must be hard not to take a bus, since you’re so used to depending on it to get you to school…”

“Nah, I got here okay. Walking is a lot better on the body anyway”

“Well then, do try your best while your here. I don’t want to tarnish the good name of Hideki High school with a bad school GPA. We have one of the best GPA’s of any school in Tokyo you know.”

“Then I will…not…maybe…”

“Just don’t act up while you’re here okay? Now get to homeroom Mr. Goto.” His stern voice was intimidating.

“Okay okay, take it easy!” Mitchell began walking the other way towards his homeroom, thinking to himself: “Man this guy is mean! Not like Principal Jackson back home.”

It wasn’t too crowded when Mitchell got to homeroom. Yeah, there was about 10 or 11 kids, but that’s not a whole lot for a Japanese homeroom. It was by a window to, overlooking the front of the school and the street below. It was sunny, so everything was clear. There was even a reflection on the desks so early in the morning. When Mitchell entered in his usual demander, he thought everyone would run up to see him. They didn’t, however. It was a girl by the name of Sakura Niwa, the first of Mitchell’s many Japanese friends to come.

Sakura. The Japanese word of Cherry Blossoms. Elegant, peaceful. Everything Sakura wasn’t. Miss Niwa was a very bubbly and energetic girl who always was looking for fun. Her comedic antics really haven’t turned out in her favor, and the fact she’s an Otaku and Game geek doesn’t help her get many friends, but she did stick out in a crowd. And that made her happy. If you look hard enough you’ll find a likeable girl inside her lively soul…

“Hey! Aren’t you the American?” She went up to him and gave a taunting look to Mitchell, who looked at her all strangley.

“No, I’m Ryou Hayasuka from Hokkaido.”

“Oh…I had you mistaken for someone else then…”

Mitchell cracked up after his last comment. Sakura turned around, confused. Mitchell was lying. Of course he was lying!

“Yeah, I’m the American. But please try to call me by my name. Mitchell Goto.”

“Oh…Sorry Mitch-san!” Sakura bowed in front of him really quicky. Mitchell bowed back. Mitchell thought to himself:

“Mitch-san? I’m not that old...right?”

“But you don’t look at all American Mitch-san! You look more Korean. I can’t tell. Do you have any of your relatives hailing from Hokkaido?” she was walking around Mitchell and examining every bit of him.

“No, actually there from here in Shibuya, they moved from the other side of Tokyo a couple of years back, near Tokyo Bay. It was around a neighborhood by the docks and piers.

Sakura was shocked with Mitchell’s knowledge of Tokyo. Not only that, but his relatives are from Tokyo?! It seems too weird to be true. And the more unusual part was the fact that Mitchell was easily conversing with her in Japanese. What the hell was he? Hey! Now my coffee is gone! Who keeps stealing my stuff?!

“But…but Mitch-san, didn’t you come from America? Why do you have relatives in Japan?”

“Whatever do you mean? Isn’t my family name enough to tell you.” his charming smile seemed to ease her around his presence. Sakura thought for a moment. Then she turned to look towards him with a huge grin and sparkly eyes.

“You have the same family name as our homeroom teacher! That’s so cool Mitch-san!”

“Yeah, I guess that is.” His sarcasm let a sweat drop fall from his head. Mitchell just couldn’t tell her that he was teacher’s little cousin. Or anyone. It was embarrassing enough to be in her class! Hey, am I boring you? If I am, I shall fart in your general direction!

“Sakura! There you are!” A girl taller than Sakura appeared in front of the both of them, waving her hand in the air to get Sakura’s attention.

Ayumi has been Sakura’s friend since elementary school. Ayumi can be just as crazy as her friend, although she looks like she belongs on a sports team. Ayumi was wild, but at the same time she could also be very emotional, but that varied depending on the situation. If you looked hard enough inside of her, you could find a very different inside of Ayumi…

“Ayumi! Is that you?” Sakura rushed over towards her with sparkling eyes and overjoyed expression. “It is you Ayumi! How did you make it into Hideki High?”

“Same way you did! I procrastinated and cheated on the entrance exams!” Mitchell gaped his mouth open extremely wide and his eyes bulged out in shock and disbelief.

“Wow! What made you decide to come here Ayumi?”

“Quite simple my petite partner in crime. If you were going to waste your time here than I would not hesitate to waste time with you! I can’t just let you rot here all alone. Where would you be without me?”

“Ayumi…you’re a true dedicated friend you know that!” Sakura bowed in formal Chinese style, “Arigato Ichiban Sempai!

“Wherever we must go, we will conquer it together!” Ayumi raised a fist high in the air, dressed in WWII Japanese General’s uniform.

“But this time we have ‘the secret weapon’…” Sakura pointed towards Mitchell, hiding behind her friend and whispering in her ear, “With him on our side we won’t ever have to have a bad day again!”

“But who is he Sakura?” Ayumi whispered back. Sakura dashed towards Mitchell, and pulling out a microphone from out of nowhere and suddenly flipping the background upside down to reveal another background with an add for a military action figure, but the name “Mitch-San” was bulging at the top in blighted letters.

“This is Mitch-san of course! The newest off the production line, He’s sure to give you a run for your money! He’s the new popular kid of Hideki High!” She began sounding like an advertiser “Yes, that’s right, the all new Mitch-san! Capable of many hours of play for people of almost all ages! And he’s completely safe, NO assembly required! Mitch-san even comes included with 12 different phrases!” Sakura pulled a string from Mitchell’s back and the smiling Mitchell responded when she let go of the string.

“Hi, I’m Mitchell Goto!” Sakura pulled the string again and Mitchell responded again “Smiling confuses people!” His charming face still lingered around Ayumi, who just didn’t realize who he was until she thought about it.

Ayumi stood in disbelief for a second. Then her eyes lit up, a big cheerful smile on her face she ran up to Mitchell, looking up at him with the same face as Sakura’s earlier.

“You’re Mitch-san? The American?”

“Yep, that’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” Ayumi’s face lit up even more.

“I can’t believe its you Mitch-san! I heard everyone talking about how cool you are and everything and…You can speak Japanese too! Man your so cool Mitch-san!”

Ayumi was talking too quickly for Mitch-san to respond, but he did appreciate the comments.

“See Ayumi? What’d I tell ya’?”

“You’re absolutely right! I dare Ena to be more popular than Mitch-san this year!”

Mitchell was chatting away with Sakura and Ayumi when he noticed another girl walk into the classroom, heading towards them. She was Niomi Endoh, an acquaintance of Sakura’s and the girl who would adore Mitchell for the rest of her life…

Niomi was quite different from Sakura. Niomi excelled in school and was quite the polite and nice, caring girl. She was an A student, but not very good at making friends, or physical activity. How could a sweet, smart girl like Niomi end up hanging out with bittersweet Sakura, rough riding Ayumi and ever popular Mitchell? Could her personality be some sort of opposite’s attracter? Wait…what the hell am I saying?

“Hello Miss Ayumi and Miss Sakura.” Niomi’s sweet voice caught Sakura’s and Mitchell’s attention.

Sakura and Ayumi turned around and saw Niomi approach them. Their faces lit up when she walked up to them

“Hey, Niomi! Are we all in the same homeroom again this year?”

“It looks like it!”

“Awesome! Once again we three will hang out in class!

“Yep. Imagine all the fun well have this year…”

“Especially with Mitch-san!”

“Mitch-san?” Niomi didn’t know who Mitchell was, until she realized the American was Mitch-san. Then Sakura introduced Mitchell to her. And their meeting changed her life forever…

“Niomi, I’d like you to meet the American, Mitch-san. Mitch-san, likewise to Miss Niomi.” This was one of Sakura’s antics, but as a world leader like figure.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Niomi.” Mitchell’s formal bow, charming smile and sparkling background made Niomi blush a bit. There was something about cool Mitchell, and she couldn’t help but stare at him, which was quite awkward for Mitchell, and Sakura didn’t know what was going on.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you to Mitch-san…” Niomi bowed back. Mitchell let go a sarcastic chuckle and carefree smile.

“We’re all acquainted right? Class is about to start soon, let’s try to find a seat then shall we?” Sakura led the 4 person group to a group of seats that were empty, but suddenly got taken by 4 other students. There was a long silence afterwards, and a vain popped out from Sakura’s head. She clenched her fist and was pissed off and flung the entire three desks that were taken over. The students in the seats of the desk freaked out and ran away.

“That’ll teach you not to take my freakin’ seat!!!” Sakura’s teeth grinded against each other and her eyes looked very menacing. Ayumi and Mitchell was already flipping the desks back up and fixing them before the bell.

“She get’s this way when someone takes something she wants. Those poor guys.”

“They never stood a chance. Her attack was too quick for them…” they fixed the last desk when Niomi approached Mitchell.

“Mitch-san?” Mitchell focused her attention to her, “May I sit next to you?”

“Sure, that would be cool.” another of Mitchell’s trademark smiles made the day of another. Niomi blushed and smiled, and then she and Mitchell went over to 2 desks by the window. Sakura and Ayumi followed behind them, taking a seat in front of them. After sitting herself down, Ayumi turned around, with a smug look on her face, looking at Niomi and acting very suspicious.

“Hey Niomi, I wander why you want to sit next to Mitch-san for…” Embarrassed, Niomi looked away. Ayumi would’ve begun teasing her to, but then Ms. Goto entered the room and she was saved for now.

Kyoko Goto, Mitchell’s older cousin and history teacher of Hideki high. Kyoko was only 7 years older than Mitchell, but she seemed to have the same personality of her younger cousin. Cheerful, easy-going, Kyoko seemed to be just like Mitchell. However it was her lack of patience in people who didn’t care that made her sweetness a bit sour! This separated them from each other. And the fact Kyoko is often more unforgiving and relentless with her impatience than Mitchell. But her sweet side is usually showing. Unless she has a bad seed student.
Which she will…

“Good morning my new class!” Kyoko twirled around and around when she entered the classroom. In her hands were a textbook and a water bottle. (She carried one just in case she ever got thirsty during class.) The class didn’t expect her to act like this at all, and sweat drops appeared on their heads. Kyoko stopped spinning and regained herself as she walked into perfect position to stand back up straight. “I’m just so excited everyone! So, who’s ready for another educational filled year?!”

Nobody responded. Not even Mitchell, who was picking at his teeth with a toothpick.

“That’s what I thought. Now, time for attendance, right…” Kyoko looked over and found Mitchell at a desk by a window, very laid back and relaxed, and decided to pick on him.

“Ah, I almost forgot. Class, I’d like to introduce you to the American, Mr. Mitchell Goto. Mitchell, do you want to come up to the front the class and introduce yourself to everyone?” Mitchell got up and casually made his way to the front of the class, having to scoot over Niomi and a couple of other kids to get to the front of the room. He no longer had his toothpick. He went up to where Kyoko was, his calm demeanor still present.

“Do we really have to do this?” Mitchell whispered to Kyoko jokingly. She nodded her head and he sighed and turned to the class.

“Hey everyone. I’m Mitchell. And I guess I’m stuck with all of you for a couple of months until I have to back to America…”

“Did you know that Mitchell came all the way from New York?” Kyoko wanted to awe the students and she succeeded. The students awed in amazement and then barraged him with questions galore.

“Is there big gang wars like Al Capone in New York Mitch-san?” It was a girl in the back of the class, her hand raised up high.

“Sorry, but Al Capone is dead, and there’s no…”

“Mitch-san, have you ever been to a Yankees game?”

“I’ve been to a couple of games but I’m more of a fan of…”

“But isn’t New York dangerous? I heard you’d get shot for no reason.”

“No, see…”

“Have you ever been shot Mitch-san?”

Kyoko decided it was wasting time and ordered everyone to be quiet, and the students obeyed.

“Okay Mitchell, I’m done with you, since your just wasting valuable class time. You can sit back down now.”

A sweat drop appeared on Mitchell, and he returned to his desk. Kyoko also continued to take attendance while Mitchell was returning to his desk. Sakura looked smugly at Mitchell, something on her mind.

“So, have you been shot Mitch-san?”

“Well if I was shot would I be here right now?”

“He has a point.” Ayumi stared at them blankly.

“What if he got shot in the shoulder or something? He could’ve survived that right?”

“Hey, your right.” Ayumi and Sakura turned to Mitchell, together about to seek out the truth.

“So Mitch-san…” Sakura was the first to speak. He was chatting with Niomi they both looked over at Sakura and Ayumi, Ayumi spoke next, “It’s true that if you’re shot you get killed right?”

“But were you ever shot in a place that you didn’t have to die from? Say, your shoulder?” Sakura poked Mitchell in the shoulder and her smug expression glared into Mitchell’s eyes.

“Sorry girls, Never been shot. Ever in my life. Would you like me to get shot for you?” Sakura, Niomi, and Ayumi gaped their mouths open and bulged their eyes out. They were all shocked that he’d say that. Mitchell smiled at them with his usual cheerful expression again.

“No! That’s not what I meant Mitch-san!” Sakura got really concerned and worried and thought Mitchell would actually get shot for her, “I just thought that all New York kids would’ve got shot or killed with all the gangs…”

Mitchell took his hand and clenched her shoulders; he glared at her with a serious face. She flinched, but Mitchell smiled again and told her, “That’s an old Japanese stereotype. New York is much cleaner now. Besides, where I live I never see that kind of stuff. ”

Sakura paused for a moment and looked back at him with an assuring smile, “So, does anyone you know have that kind of experience?” Ayumi and Niomi shared a feeling of shock when she mentioned such a question to him. “So dumb, that girl!” both girls hit her upside the head with their hands and she fell backward in pain. Mitchell looked over to see if Sakura was okay, sarcastically chuckling.

Meanwhile, across the room, Ena and Natsumi looked on, trying to figure out what was going on. How did Mitchell get so popular within the first half an hour of class? It just didn’t make any sense. To her, anyways. She had never been in a class with a foreign exchange student ever until now and that just made her tense that an American was getting more attention than her.

“I can’t believe this Mitch-san! Already he’s popular with almost half of the student body and now he befriends Sakura and her group! Who’s next?”

“Honestly, you have to calm down Ena. It’s a foreigner, get over it!” Natsumi got pissed off that her friend was getting pissed off at Mitch-san. He was bugging the hell out of her. The whole talk about Mitch-san and everything and how bad he was really pissed her off. Natsumi could get real pissed off easy, and this was no exception. Her face looked fierce as a tigers!!!

“But it’s a foreigner in my territory! No foreign kid has ever crossed me and gotten away with it!” Ena was a bit tense, raising her fist in the air, but Natsumi smacked her upside the head with her text book, a vein almost popped out of her head. Ena received the full impact of the blow, rubbing her head when she felt a bit zoned out after being hit on the head.

“Ow! What’d ya do that for?” Ena looked a bit teary eyed. Natsumi glared at her in disgust.

“Don’t talk about Mitch-san okay?! Look, lf he really bothers you that much, maybe you should talk to “Madam President” and she’ll help you out.” Ena regained her composure rather quickly and looked to her friend mischievously.

“Of course. She and I are friends, and that’ll help her campaign this year. And I can become the most popular girl in school again! It could all work to our advantage. How delightful…” Ena rubbed her hands together and a mischievous smile crossed her face. Natsumi looked at her friend as if she had a hundred eyes; Ena’s rather vague words scared Natsumi into thinking she was crazy.

“Well, I’m done with attendance. Okay everyone, let’s get to learning!” Kyoko raised her book up in the air, trying to hype up her class, which didn’t seem to work, because her students all moaned at the same time.

Class would resume with such craziness for some time, until an uninvited guest bursts into everyone’s life…


*That other American…*


Halfway through the school day, when everyone was in classes, when all seemed calm, the monster attacked. But just who is this monster that plagues Hideki high? Well, he’s not all that monstrous, but he sure does act like one. This said person is Christian Joseph Kursk or CJ for short. CJ is Mitchell’s friend from America, his best friend since elementary school. Together they once roamed Times Square after school and conquered arcades all across Main Street.

CJ is very different from his kindhearted friend: he tends to act the complete opposite. Wild, crazy, sadistic, cocky, arrogant, know it all, show off, anger management patient, gamer, anime geek, and wise guy. (Yes, he is all of these.) While CJ thinks he’s “the best there is” when he can’t beat Mitchell at sports, playing guitar solos, running, and a bunch of other things. But he doesn’t care. As long as he gets attention, he’s alright. Especially attention from the ladies…

CJ was running the hallways, panting like a dog, as he sprinted from hallway to hallway, looking for Mitchell’s classroom. Since CJ couldn’t understand Japanese writing and symbols, he had a hard time finding the classroom and getting to see his buddy. Some of the teachers looked out of their classrooms spotted him, but since he was dressed in one of Mitchell’s uniforms the teachers ignored him and went back into their own classrooms. Finally, CJ came up to a classroom where it looked like Mitchell was sitting by the window. Grinning mischievously, he dashed into the classroom, slamming the door while sliding it open. CJ caused quite a commotion as he bum-rushed Mitchell; Kyoko had been interrupted during her teaching session, a mistake CJ would soon regret…

Mitchell, who was paying attention to Kyoko’s lesson, was unprepared for his friend’s surprise entrance, and was frightened that he ran up to him like that. Niomi, sitting next to poor Mitchell, also freaked out a bit by the surprise appearance. CJ had just barged in and interrupted class, and on top of it all, scared the heck out of everyone. Mission accomplished…

“Mitchell! You jerk!!!” CJ glared with such anger in his eyes that he looked like the devil himself, then his face lit up with a smile and mischievous eyes. “Was sup?”

Everyone in the classroom except Mitchell, CJ, and Kyoko fell over in shock from CJ’s mood swing. Kyoko looked pissed off and shocked that a student just barged into her classroom and started a commotion.

“C…CJ? How’d you get to Japan?” Mitchell was wondering how in the world CJ managed to get to Japan without his knowing.

“How do you think I got here?” CJ smiled mischievously in his own special way. Mitchell thought for a moment, and in the next second, he smiled back to his friend, giving the correct answer.

“Were you in that huge suitcase, the really gigantic one?” Mitchell made a rectangle shape with his fingers, running them in the air from the top to the bottom of the invisible suitcase; the outline appeared as tiny gray lines in a rectangle form.

“Bingo! We have a winner!” CJ made a thumbs up freaky face; Vash the Stampede’s trademark thumbs up. Niomi, having CJ hovering over her, asked him the one question that gave the one response that truly made Kyoko blow her lid.

“Excuse me?” Niomi sounded so innocent and CJ glared her down, the background turned dark and funky ghosts appeared behind him, “Who exactly are you?”

“I?” CJ went into a heroic pitch of voice and twirled around so fast you could say he almost didn’t move, coming back around with a tuxedo on “I am the president of the United States!” He raised his arm up in the air, flicking out his finger standing on a mountain, with a background of clouds, birds, and Pac-Man eating the birds, “Or CJ for short.”

“Oh my God can speak Japanese too!” one student screamed.

“America has sent over spies!” another declared.

“Run! The Americans have come to get us involved in the war!” The classroom was in quite a state of chaos as students dashed out of their desks and ran away from CJ and Mitchell, toppling desks and each other to get away. The classroom looked like ground zero with kids screaming and kicking at one another. It looked awful. And then, when everything was really chaotic, Kyoko lost it…

“STOP IT NOW!!!” as if a godly voice was yelling at them all the students froze in horror and turned their attention to Kyoko. Kyoko was now really pissed off that CJ had entered her classroom, made some commotion, and was disturbing class, almost popping a vain, and raising her clenched fist in the air.

“Mr. CJ…” Her voice began to tension. CJ quickly tilted his head to her direction, along with Mitchell and the rest of class, “You’ve disrupted my class, almost broke my door, claimed yourself as President of the United States, which your not, made quite a show out of the past 5 minutes you’ve been here, destroyed my classroom and now…” Kyoko was on fire; her eyes were glaring with fire, with a black background and Pac-Man dying, which caused CJ to put on a terrified face, because Kyoko was armed with a textbook, “…you’ll pay, oh so dearly.” She raised her frown into a sadistic smile. CJ, still terrified, tried to be funny to get off of the subject.

“Anakin, your breaking my heart!” CJ fell into a Shakespeare pose, with a skull and old renaissance outfit. Kyoko did not find that one bit amusing, and her rage continued to grow, scaring the students out of their pants!

“Are you okay Miss Goto?” Mitchell tried to reassure her with his trademark smile.

“Oh, she’s okay Mitch. She’s so fucking dandy!” CJ, terrified, shocked, and having a bit of an attitude problem, CJ stared at the face of death with absolutely no way to fight her, because she was the teacher. Suddenly, Kyoko let her rage out, raising her arm with the rolled up textbook. A background with lightning that hit the book shook the classroom, and in one fell swoop, she swung the mighty textbook at him. CJ pulled of a matrix move, dodging the blow and it suddenly hit unsuspecting Mitchell upside the head, sending his head towards the window, colliding with the window and banging his head really hard.

“So, you have failed to defeat me Mr. Anderson.” CJ had a smug look on his face, with Matrix clothing on. Kyoko looked at Mitchell, now rubbing his head on the place he was hit at on his head. Kyoko paniced and rushed to Mitchell’s aid.

“Oh my God! Are you okay Mitchell?!”

“It’s okay Kyoko. I’m not hurt…”

“Now you are!” CJ threw a powerful uppercut at Mitchell, landing on his chin and sending his head up. He didn’t react with pain: instead, he felt funny…

“Hey…the background became clouds,” Mitchell was in slow motion the while he was hit. He wasn’t in pain; he just had a “moment.”

“Hey, it’s so light…the sun, the birds, the George Lucas…wait, what’s he doing here?”

“Hey Mitchell! Can you play the part of young Qui-Gon Jin in my new movie Star Wars: Episode 0 – the revenge of the horribly written script?”

Mitchell gave him a funny look as if he had a hundred eyes. Then he noticed Pac-man, eating a few birds and then eating George Lucas. Mitchell, shocked, terrified, and in a bit of awe, stared at the monster eating everything in the background, then heading towards Mitchell, looking to devour more. Then, closing his eyes he went back to reality…

“Mitch-san?”

“Mitchell? Get up dumbass!” CJ slapped him the back.

Mitchell was actually asleep the whole time. Most of the class was in front of him, but no one stood before Sakura, Niomi, CJ, Ayumi, and Kyoko. Waking up, he saw everyone and gave an assuring smile to everyone.

“Uh…Hey everyone.” Mitchell had been sleeping on his desk for about 5 minutes after being hit. He had fallen and landed hard on the desk, but he was snoozing, not unconscious. “Was I out just now?”

“Hell yeah!” CJ literally jumped out of his seat with excitement, “You totally blanked out man!”

“I saw Pac Man eat George Lucas…”

“Only in your dreams Mitch. Only in your dreams” CJ patted his back and showed off a smug smile.

The students became confused. Pac Man? Eating George Lucas? What was that all about?

“Yep, only in my dreams…” Mitchell flung his arm up stretching himself, accidentally whacking CJ upside the head and causing him to fall over in pain, crying like a little child, “Oh my God! CJ, are you okay?” Mitchell ran to his injured friend’s aid. The student, along with Kyoko, had absolutely no clue what was happening. Mitchell got hit, and now the other American gets hit back. Were they just stupid or weird?

“Oh god...” CJ was crying in cutesy Chibi big eyed form, wiggling his injured body like a worm.

“Sorry CJ…guess I don’t know my own strength.”

“OF COURSE YOU DON’T!!! Oh god…my head…” Mitchell, who was looking down at the ground to CJ, was spotted by none other than Principal Nagasaki, who just “happened” to pass by class. Mitchell would later go on that day as the student Nagasaki despised the most…

Principal Nagasaki was walking through the hall until he heard CJ’s cries of pain and random yells. Walking closer, he found it was coming from Kyoko’s classroom. Peeking inside, he saw Mitchell with a clenched fist in the air looking down at the injured CJ, along with the class scattered around the room, desks and chairs all toppled or destroyed, the door cracked, and dust that covered the air. Immediately he assumed Mitchell had barged into class, started terrorizing the students and Kyoko, then flipped out and knocked over everyone’s desk, and afterwards beat up a student to get rid of the frustration. This got him truly enraged, for Mitchell would have been the one that destroyed school property, which he didn’t, but the belief seemed to lead to that direction. But one student couldn’t do all of that. Not all of this damage. Maybe it wasn’t Mitchell…

“Oh…hey Principal Nagasaki.” Mitchell waved to Nagasaki, who did not wave back.

“Oh…you’re the principal…” CJ looked up in pain at Nagasaki, and then jumped up with energy.

“Right. Mr. Goto, did you do all of this? Knock over and destroy everything and hurt that innocent boy?”

“Yes he did Mr. Principal!” CJ burst into a weird crazy voice, pointing at Mitchell with false anger, “That bastard destroyed everything in here! He knocked over these desks, harassed the teacher, beat me to a pulp, threatened to kill everyone with a duck, and wanted to change the foreign policies of this country to make way for American bureaucracy!”

Too absurd to believe, everyone who listened to CJ’s awfully thought lie to get his friend in trouble seems to have failed because everyone in the classroom was dumbfounded and were not persuaded by his outrageous remark.

“Look you, I don’t think Mitchell could have done all this, and your remark is quite absurd. Now would you please tell me what really happened…?”

“That’s what really happened.” CJ’s wisecracking got him nowhere again. Now Principal Nagasaki was really annoyed with CJ. He knew he was trying to be funny, but Nagasaki did not crack a smile, let alone a smirk.

“CJ, do you think Principal Nagasaki is really that retarded?” Mitchell interjected with trademark charm and smile, “I mean he’s a bit harsh and strict but come on, is he really that bad?” Mitchell continued to annoy principal Nagasaki, but not on purpose. “So make sure to not piss off the poor guy. Because not following ‘Nagasaki’s Law’ can land you in detention. Also, I heard he’s a short tempered man from the upperclassman. They say he’s mean, cruel, harsh, violent…” the more words flew out of Mitchell’s mouth as he tried to educate CJ on the principal Nagasaki turned so red with anger from Mitchell’s taunting words he looked like a fresh picked apple, and his ears had steam running out of them. And then, he blew it…

“Well, do you believe the upperclassman Mitch? They usually lie and cheat you, you know.”

“Of course. They seemed really nice and truthful. Maybe Principal Nagasaki is…”

“MR GOTO!!!!” he screamed so loud everyone in the school heard him as the building shook with unspeakable rage “TO MY OFFICE NOW!!!” The background was covered in fire so did his eyes, filled with hatred and anger. Mitchell and CJ looked at him as if had a hundred eyes, in shock and awe his voice almost caused an earthquake.

“Mr. Nagasaki, let’s not get so loud now. Let us let our anger flow out of our bodies and become one with ourselves.” Mitchell was floating in mid air in meditation, his hands stuck out with his thumb and index fingers making a circle, and his legs crossed, closing his eyes and still concentrating his trademark charming smile, which made him look very cheerful. Nagasaki fought back in annoyance.

“Mr. Goto! Did you not hear me the first time?! I said TO MY OFFICE! DETENTION YOUNG MAN!!!” Mitchell looked at up him with cute, puppy style eyes and in Chibi form, so innocently it almost made you want to take him home with you.

“But…Principal Nagasaki…I was only trying to be…”

“MY OFFICE NOW OR RISK ANOTHER DETENTION MR.GOTO!!!!!” Nagasaki pointed out of the door, the background completely on fire and he looked like Satan, while Mitchell, dressed as an angel and looked like he was left the classroom through the door that looked like the Gates of Hell. After Mitchell had left and Nagasaki stormed out of the classroom, continuing to yell at Mitchell, the class got silent. The Principal was just verbally abused, in front of everyone. Has that ever happened in any school, on the first day even?

“Mitch got what he just deserved!” CJ proudly and heroically chanted, dressed in superman costume. In chorus the class responded back:

“NO HE DID NOT YOU LIAR!!!”

Kyoko sighed as the class fell into chaos once again. Mitchell got in trouble on his first day of school, and he didn’t do anything. His American friend was starting to become public enemy number 1, and now she had to deal with class. Too much to handle for her…

“I better go see how Mitchell is doing.” Kyoko groaned and got out of her seat. Before leaving, she started writing on the chalkboard. The class, fighting with one another again, began to halt their arguments as they looked at the board and saw this written by their teacher, all but CJ who did not understand Japanese writing:

“I’m going to be back, I have to do something…while I’m gone, this is study hall ^_^ no disruptions from anyone or detention for the all of you! \_/
Love, Ms. Goto
P.S. - I mean it! No fights! Or else! ”

Kyoko then proceeded out of the class, looking very tense and upset, and almost guilty. After reading on the chalkboard, the students of her class dashed back to their seats and started their own private conversations, but CJ was still left standing, trying to read the board, but had no success. So, he ran over to Sakura, Niomi and Ayumi, the girls Mitchell were next to, to either ask for help or annoy the hell out of them…

“Konnichiwa bitches!” CJ entered with his right and holding out the peace sign and an overjoyed look struck him, he was grinning mischievously.

“Oh, it’s the other American.” Ayumi said plainly. She, Sakura and Niomi looked at him as if he were a convict.

“The name’s CJ! God, what’s with the attitude? Lighten up!”

“You’re annoying!” Sakura pointed at CJ and he glared back at her.

“Well, you know what then…” Sakura and Ayumi focused in closely on what he would say, “Sphincter says what?!” CJ said it so fast they could not interpret what he had said.

“What?”

CJ starting cracking up and the girls had absolutely no idea what was going on. Seriously, they were dumbfounded. But whatever became of Mitchell?


*Talkin’ ‘bout a Revolution*


What became of Mitchell was not very pleasant. Kyoko, who was waiting outside of the office, leaned against the wall, and a concerned look to her face. She knew how strict the principal could be, and right now, she could hear every word he barked violently at Mitchell, who was in the Principal’s office. The secretary of the school, whose desk sat right in front of the room in front of the closed doors to Nagasaki’s office, became spooked by his temper.

Kyoko also heard lots of banging coming from the principal’s office. It spooked her out to, flinching every time she heard a loud crash coming from his room. It defiantly wasn’t Mitchell; Nagasaki is just horrible at having any kind of tolerance level. Kyoko was concerned for Mitchell hoping today wasn’t too bad of an experience to scare him away from the school. But with Principal Nagasaki’s harsh actions, she could be wrong…

Mitchell finally appeared, Nagasaki glares intensely at him as he walked away with a rye smile on his face, but his eyes looked like he went through a lot. He spotted Kyoko, and depressingly made his way towards her. Falsely accused, barked at, ridiculed, yet he was still smiling.

“Mitchell…” He smiled at her again in his trademark fashion. “Hey…are you…okay?” Kyoko was deeply worried Mitch would say “Today sucked. I hate this school” and she would become guilty for dragging him into this kind of environment.

“I have never seen a more demotic person than Principal Nagasaki. Not even President Bush was that bad.”

Kyoko couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Mitchell seemed fine, so she went back to being her normal self. Kyoko and Mitchell then left from their original spot and headed towards the hallway, walking while they conversed on Nagasaki’s relentless antics.

“But seriously Kyoko…I think someone should do something about him.”

“Your right Mitch. He’s really too much for his own good.”

“Yeah…”

As Mitchell and Kyoko walked back to class Mitchell knew he had to do something to help this school. If he could get in trouble this easy, then what about the other students? Would they be in trouble just like him? He wanted to make sure everyone didn’t have to deal with that living hell of a “talk” from Nagasaki.

“Hm…maybe we should start a revolution against Principal Nagasaki?”


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