A/N WARNING: This fan fiction / background story is formatted based on a play / movie script format. This is a collaboration of the creators of Kouri (my baby Kouri) and Kizashi (you know, the useless one)
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Scenario:
“Excuse me, miss.”
Kouri: *Turned her attention from the room she was examining and faced the weird nerd guy who was taller than her (of course, being as short as she is, it wasn’t a big surprise). The guy was wearing a long black trench coat and she could see that he had a scabbard with a katana on his right. Below his coat was a purple turtleneck sweater, denim pants, and in his feet, he wore a pair of black biker boots with silver buckles running on side. Kouri smiled.*
“Hi! My name is Kouri. Nice to meet you, mister wearing-clothes-matching-to-mine!”
Kizashi: *murmuring*
“Kuruchou no mai: Hayate Kata: 1st form, Scattered Flight.”
*In a heartbeat, Kizashi was behind Kouri. In that instant Kizashi was able to quickly draw and sheath his sword into its scabbard. That move was meant to cut Kouri’s cloth into many tiny pieces. But the problem is Kizashi felt he cut something hard. Harder than cloth.*
Kouri: *blinked at Kizashi’s sudden movement. She felt a strange pull inside her and quickly looked behind her where he was now standing. Taking a step forward, she stepped into something soft. When Kouri looked down, she saw that it was a pile of snow. She crouched down, amazed. She had always loved snow.*
“Wow! A snow pile just sitting on the floor staring at me. The Kouri wonders if it’s enough to make an ice cone like the one Mom used to make me? A good thing the Kouri bought that large bottle of chocolate syrup. So yummy!”
Kizashi: *looked back. Surprised to see Kouri with the pile of snow, or rather, a pile of professionally cut tiny ice cubes.*
“Where the hell did all this ice come from and why do you still have your blouse?”
Kouri: *looked thoughtful for a moment*
“Well, I remember once… There was a great avalanche when the Kouri and family went to the mountains to ski. It was heading straight for us. Next thing Kouri knew, the Kouri was staring at a huge wall of ice standing between the Kouri and family, and the incoming avalanche. It could have been what happened but the Kouri not in danger now, right?”
Kizashi: *He thought: [Tsk. I really was looking forward to see what color she is wearing today behind that blouse.]. Kizashi took out his book and continued his reading.*
“Next time we meet. Be prepared.”
*He started to walk away.*
Kouri: *blinks for a couple more times then an idea struck her. She ran toward him.*
“Mister! Can you please help me find the Headmaster’s Off—"
Kizashi: *deployed his shield hitting Kouri in the face.*
“Women are not supposed to talk when eating. Especially when they are eating a force field. But they are allowed to talk if they are eating me.”
*Kizashi looked back and let out a sneer as the image of Kouri splattered against his translucent, impenetrable force field.*
Kouri: “—ice. Please.”
*Her please sounded like ‘plioosh’. A thin layer of frost was slowly making its way between Kouri and Kizashi’s force field.*
Kizashi: “Hmph. Follow.”
*He dropped his force field so suddenly that Kouri found herself on a head-on collision with the floor.*
“Also women are not supposed to sleep on the floor. They are supposed to sleep on the bed. With me.”
*He continued to read.*
Kouri: *As she felt herself falling head first, a block of ice rose from the floor and met her half-way, cushioning her fall. Regaining her balance, she dusted her clothes and started following the weird nerd guy.*
Kizashi: “Lastly, women are not supposed to run after men, unless they’re running after me.”
Kouri: *smiled a happy, innocent, I-HAVE-ABSOLUTELY-NO-IDEA-HE’S-A-PERVERT smile*
“Yes, sir-with-no-name!”
*And the two students headed towards the Headmaster’s office.*
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A/N: We hope you enjoyed reading! ^_^ ‘til next time. This is Kimi saying, “Never ever trust a pervert.”
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Scenario:
- Kouri was walking along the hallway of the academic building, once in a while, stopping and inspecting the posted letters and numbers on every room.
- Kizashi was doing his daily routine of walking around the campus and in every floor of every building while reading another R18 book, this one was entitled “Manga Sutra: The Manga Version of Kama Sutra”.
“Excuse me, miss.”
Kouri: *Turned her attention from the room she was examining and faced the weird nerd guy who was taller than her (of course, being as short as she is, it wasn’t a big surprise). The guy was wearing a long black trench coat and she could see that he had a scabbard with a katana on his right. Below his coat was a purple turtleneck sweater, denim pants, and in his feet, he wore a pair of black biker boots with silver buckles running on side. Kouri smiled.*
“Hi! My name is Kouri. Nice to meet you, mister wearing-clothes-matching-to-mine!”
Kizashi: *murmuring*
“Kuruchou no mai: Hayate Kata: 1st form, Scattered Flight.”
*In a heartbeat, Kizashi was behind Kouri. In that instant Kizashi was able to quickly draw and sheath his sword into its scabbard. That move was meant to cut Kouri’s cloth into many tiny pieces. But the problem is Kizashi felt he cut something hard. Harder than cloth.*
Kouri: *blinked at Kizashi’s sudden movement. She felt a strange pull inside her and quickly looked behind her where he was now standing. Taking a step forward, she stepped into something soft. When Kouri looked down, she saw that it was a pile of snow. She crouched down, amazed. She had always loved snow.*
“Wow! A snow pile just sitting on the floor staring at me. The Kouri wonders if it’s enough to make an ice cone like the one Mom used to make me? A good thing the Kouri bought that large bottle of chocolate syrup. So yummy!”
Kizashi: *looked back. Surprised to see Kouri with the pile of snow, or rather, a pile of professionally cut tiny ice cubes.*
“Where the hell did all this ice come from and why do you still have your blouse?”
Kouri: *looked thoughtful for a moment*
“Well, I remember once… There was a great avalanche when the Kouri and family went to the mountains to ski. It was heading straight for us. Next thing Kouri knew, the Kouri was staring at a huge wall of ice standing between the Kouri and family, and the incoming avalanche. It could have been what happened but the Kouri not in danger now, right?”
Kizashi: *He thought: [Tsk. I really was looking forward to see what color she is wearing today behind that blouse.]. Kizashi took out his book and continued his reading.*
“Next time we meet. Be prepared.”
*He started to walk away.*
Kouri: *blinks for a couple more times then an idea struck her. She ran toward him.*
“Mister! Can you please help me find the Headmaster’s Off—"
Kizashi: *deployed his shield hitting Kouri in the face.*
“Women are not supposed to talk when eating. Especially when they are eating a force field. But they are allowed to talk if they are eating me.”
*Kizashi looked back and let out a sneer as the image of Kouri splattered against his translucent, impenetrable force field.*
Kouri: “—ice. Please.”
*Her please sounded like ‘plioosh’. A thin layer of frost was slowly making its way between Kouri and Kizashi’s force field.*
Kizashi: “Hmph. Follow.”
*He dropped his force field so suddenly that Kouri found herself on a head-on collision with the floor.*
“Also women are not supposed to sleep on the floor. They are supposed to sleep on the bed. With me.”
*He continued to read.*
Kouri: *As she felt herself falling head first, a block of ice rose from the floor and met her half-way, cushioning her fall. Regaining her balance, she dusted her clothes and started following the weird nerd guy.*
Kizashi: “Lastly, women are not supposed to run after men, unless they’re running after me.”
Kouri: *smiled a happy, innocent, I-HAVE-ABSOLUTELY-NO-IDEA-HE’S-A-PERVERT smile*
“Yes, sir-with-no-name!”
*And the two students headed towards the Headmaster’s office.*
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A/N: We hope you enjoyed reading! ^_^ ‘til next time. This is Kimi saying, “Never ever trust a pervert.”
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