Post by razgriz89 on Feb 11, 2009 0:55:51 GMT 12
Some of you might have read this in FF.net already but I just want to make sure to others who don't have FF.net accounts. This chapter is located after the primer.
Chapter I: First Semester Begins! Enter, Kumano Haruka!
Touka City (Petalburg City): the city of a thousand petals blooms again. Spring has come to this bustling city of flowers. It is called so because of the abundance of dozens of flowers at every home garden or park. There lives a family of five in this city of a thousand petals. Among the family is a twelve-year-old girl who is currently getting ready for probably one of the biggest days of her life—the start of a new school year. So what’s so exciting about a new semester? What’s so exciting about going back to school for another year of endless volleys of homework and hours of lectures which take the fun out of the youth?
Here’s a hint:
“I can’t believe I’m going to see him again, kamo!” She said; followed by an earsplitting squeal.
“Onee-chan, would you keep it down?!” Her brother knocked on the door; annoyed by his sister’s excessive squealing. “You’ve been squealing for about an hour already!”
“What’s wrong with squealing when I’m about to see…’him’?”
“For starters, you’re going to wake the neighbors up.”
“Oh please, it’s like six in the morning already. They’re already up…unless they want to be late for something.”
“Ugh! Just make it fast or we’re going to be late on the first day of school. I don’t want my clean record to be stained because of you.”
“Yeah, yeah, just give me five minutes.”
“Yeah right, that’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”
“You want me to finish up or not?!”
Meet Kumano Haruka (May Maple): age 12, brown hair, sapphire eyes, born on the 28th of February, and a girl who has a burning passion for a thing called love. She has a young brother who goes by the name of Kumano Masato (Max Maple): age 9, dark green hair with a hint of black, emerald eyes, born on the 10th of March, and the most annoying person on the face of the planet…at least according to Haruka. Both are students of East Touka City Academy: Haruka entering her first year in high school and Masato entering fifth grade in elementary school. There was a significant gap between the two: Masato is sometimes called “the walking zukan (Pokedex)” because of his broad knowledge of Pokemon. On the other hand, Haruka could barely answer a test without being tutored by her little brother which was very embarrassing on her part.
But today, all that was going to change. A new school year means a fresh chance to start anew. She had been waiting for this day—the day when the boy of her dreams would return again…and another three years of adventures full of mishaps.
“Look out, Satoshi (Ash Ketchum)!” Haruka said; upholding her clenched fist. “It’s Haruka’s second coming, kamo!”
She was so busy on her ultimate goal; her foot got caught in a shallow hole and tripped.
Lightning and Sword Fan Fiction Productions proudly present
“Kamo!” (“The Haruka Show”)
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East Touka City Academy was a bus ride away from the bus station near their house and five minutes on foot. But for the Kumano siblings, they were about to be closed down by the school gate. Both were arguing to know whose fault was it to mark them tardy in the very first day of school. Like any other pointless argument, it was getting them practically nowhere near a conclusion. But despite the odds, they were able to squeeze in the last few inches of the gap between the closing gates. They have cheated tardiness…for now.
“Thank goodness we made it just in time, kamo.” The day was just starting and Haruka was already exhausted.
“If you weren’t so slow in putting your clothes on, we wouldn’t be in this kind of mess!” Masato exclaimed.
“Come on now, Masato. At least we made it just in time, right?”
“Spare me the dramatics, please.”
“You’re so stingy, kamo!” The older sister cried.
“No need to thank me.”
They parted ways from the entrance to hurry to their respective departments. The high school building was located at the left side of the campus grounds. A sea of people and their backs welcomed her at the high school building. A crowd formed on the bulletin board that contained a list of the students comprising a class. Haruka attempted squeezing in the compact crowd just to get in front of them to see in what class she was assigned to. A quick glance at the first year side told her class for the entire school year: 1-A.
“So I’m in 1-A, eh?” Haruka said to herself. “Now to see where Satoshi is.”
She was about to see where her beloved crush was placed when the compact crowd started pushing and shoving off against each other. Haruka was constantly squeezed like a fruit in a juicer and eventually, sent at the very rear of the sea of students. She never got to see where Satoshi is. But at least one good thing came out of it: she met up with an old friend…and her best friend.
“Ouch…”
“Congratulations on making it to high school, Haruka.” A purple-haired girl greeted; offering her hand to help her get up.
“Kanata (Kelly)…!” Haruka replied gleefully; grabbing the girl’s arm as she stood back up on her two feet.
Meet Maki Kanata: age 12, purple hair, born on the 16th of December, and Haruka’s best friend all the way from Minamo City (Lilycove City).
“We’re on the same class, Haruka. Lucky us…”
“Really…? That’s great, kamo! Have you seen which class Satoshi is in?”
“Sorry but when I was about to look for his name in the list, the crowd started pulling me away from the board.”
“Wow, it’s like Satoshi’s name is a trigger word for them.”
Suddenly, Haruka’s nerves of steel spotted someone she knows coming out of the sea of people. It was a boy with black raven hair and an outfit that seemed very familiar. It turned out that it was the boy of her dreams—the apple of her eye: Masara Satoshi—age 14, black raven hair, born on the 7th of August, and half the reason why Haruka keeps on attending school instead of setting off on a journey of her own.
“He’s here.” Her face abruptly turned from happy to serious.
“Whoa. You got nerves of steel, Haruka.” Kanata complimented her. “You haven’t changed one bit!”
“Wish me luck, Kanata.”
“Good luck, Haruka. Seriously, you’re going to need it.”
“Um…thanks…here goes nothing.” Haruka turned around towards Satoshi and waved her free hand at him. “Satoshi, over here…!”
The boy caught her waving at him and decided to come near her. For every step he took, Haruka’s chest kept on pounding harder and harder—comparable to a couple of sledgehammers mauling a heated steel bar into shape. When Satoshi was already on conversation distance, she could barely talk at all and almost froze.
“Ah…ah…a-ah…hi…ah…uh…huh…eh…a…” Haruka wasn’t making any d**n sense. “Ah…he…he…hell—COME ON, HARUKA! IT’S ONLY A SIMPLE HELLO! AAAAAAAHH…!” Afterwards, she started hitting her head in the nearby concrete wall. “SAY HELLO, DARN IT!”
“She means hi, Satoshi.” Kanata filled in for her.
“It’s been a long time hasn’t it, Haruka?” Satoshi said.
“Well…um…yeah it felt like several years passed by, kamo.” Haruka was finally able to speak properly and stop her attempts of getting an internal hemorrhage; rubbing her forehead.
“ACK…! Quick recovery…! How’s your head? Are you still Haruka?”
“I sure miss this school. It’s like there’s something that I miss here so much.”
The brunette girl’s face turned as red as her bandana. She was anticipating that the one thing Satoshi missed so much within the campus grounds was her elegant face. While Satoshi was thinking of the answer to his own question, Haruka’s heart kept on pounding even harder than before—her chest felt like it was being pressed down by an eighteen-wheeler truck with steel bars as its cargo load. She looked at him with grave anxiety and nervousness until Satoshi found his answer.
“That’s it!” He said. “I miss…”
“Yes…?”
“I miss…”
“YES…?”
“I miss the cafeteria food! Man, their noodles are the best!”
Haruka’s world came crumbling down upon her as she heard a different and disappointing answer from the one she loves as much as a banana split. Think of it as glass shattering—its pieces wounding her heart devastatingly. The school bell rang; marking the start of classes for the day.
“Classes already…? Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped.” He added. “Come visit me at 1-C sometime.”
The word “1-C” made Haruka all better…
NOT…!
In fact, it just even attracted more glass shards to cut her heart. The fact that she wasn’t going to spend the school year with Satoshi as her classmate proved to be very devastating.
“Remind me why we’re after him again, Haruka.” Kanata said. “Surely, you’re not pertaining to that dense idiot.”
Amidst two failures in a row, she managed to regain her energy and even put up a fist of stone…literally. “I won’t let different classes hinder me. I will chase him to the ends of the earth.”
“So…why are we after him?”
“Sure, he may be a dense idiot (not that I really want to admit it but it’s the truth). But he has something inside of him that I really like.”
“What is it? His IQ…?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, kamo?” The brunette girl winked.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to “The Haruka Show”.
I made this one just to remind some people that Pokemon is originally a Japanese anime and a Japanese creation by Satoshi Tajiri. I just can't swallow the words my younger brother said to me that Pokemon is American-made. Here's the link:
www.fanfiction.net/s/4756474/1/Kamo
EDIT: I'm terribly sorry, mods. I posted in the wrong board. Please do move this one. I spaced out a while ago. Thanks.
Chapter I: First Semester Begins! Enter, Kumano Haruka!
Touka City (Petalburg City): the city of a thousand petals blooms again. Spring has come to this bustling city of flowers. It is called so because of the abundance of dozens of flowers at every home garden or park. There lives a family of five in this city of a thousand petals. Among the family is a twelve-year-old girl who is currently getting ready for probably one of the biggest days of her life—the start of a new school year. So what’s so exciting about a new semester? What’s so exciting about going back to school for another year of endless volleys of homework and hours of lectures which take the fun out of the youth?
Here’s a hint:
“I can’t believe I’m going to see him again, kamo!” She said; followed by an earsplitting squeal.
“Onee-chan, would you keep it down?!” Her brother knocked on the door; annoyed by his sister’s excessive squealing. “You’ve been squealing for about an hour already!”
“What’s wrong with squealing when I’m about to see…’him’?”
“For starters, you’re going to wake the neighbors up.”
“Oh please, it’s like six in the morning already. They’re already up…unless they want to be late for something.”
“Ugh! Just make it fast or we’re going to be late on the first day of school. I don’t want my clean record to be stained because of you.”
“Yeah, yeah, just give me five minutes.”
“Yeah right, that’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”
“You want me to finish up or not?!”
Meet Kumano Haruka (May Maple): age 12, brown hair, sapphire eyes, born on the 28th of February, and a girl who has a burning passion for a thing called love. She has a young brother who goes by the name of Kumano Masato (Max Maple): age 9, dark green hair with a hint of black, emerald eyes, born on the 10th of March, and the most annoying person on the face of the planet…at least according to Haruka. Both are students of East Touka City Academy: Haruka entering her first year in high school and Masato entering fifth grade in elementary school. There was a significant gap between the two: Masato is sometimes called “the walking zukan (Pokedex)” because of his broad knowledge of Pokemon. On the other hand, Haruka could barely answer a test without being tutored by her little brother which was very embarrassing on her part.
But today, all that was going to change. A new school year means a fresh chance to start anew. She had been waiting for this day—the day when the boy of her dreams would return again…and another three years of adventures full of mishaps.
“Look out, Satoshi (Ash Ketchum)!” Haruka said; upholding her clenched fist. “It’s Haruka’s second coming, kamo!”
She was so busy on her ultimate goal; her foot got caught in a shallow hole and tripped.
Lightning and Sword Fan Fiction Productions proudly present
“Kamo!” (“The Haruka Show”)
---0---0---0---0---0---
East Touka City Academy was a bus ride away from the bus station near their house and five minutes on foot. But for the Kumano siblings, they were about to be closed down by the school gate. Both were arguing to know whose fault was it to mark them tardy in the very first day of school. Like any other pointless argument, it was getting them practically nowhere near a conclusion. But despite the odds, they were able to squeeze in the last few inches of the gap between the closing gates. They have cheated tardiness…for now.
“Thank goodness we made it just in time, kamo.” The day was just starting and Haruka was already exhausted.
“If you weren’t so slow in putting your clothes on, we wouldn’t be in this kind of mess!” Masato exclaimed.
“Come on now, Masato. At least we made it just in time, right?”
“Spare me the dramatics, please.”
“You’re so stingy, kamo!” The older sister cried.
“No need to thank me.”
They parted ways from the entrance to hurry to their respective departments. The high school building was located at the left side of the campus grounds. A sea of people and their backs welcomed her at the high school building. A crowd formed on the bulletin board that contained a list of the students comprising a class. Haruka attempted squeezing in the compact crowd just to get in front of them to see in what class she was assigned to. A quick glance at the first year side told her class for the entire school year: 1-A.
“So I’m in 1-A, eh?” Haruka said to herself. “Now to see where Satoshi is.”
She was about to see where her beloved crush was placed when the compact crowd started pushing and shoving off against each other. Haruka was constantly squeezed like a fruit in a juicer and eventually, sent at the very rear of the sea of students. She never got to see where Satoshi is. But at least one good thing came out of it: she met up with an old friend…and her best friend.
“Ouch…”
“Congratulations on making it to high school, Haruka.” A purple-haired girl greeted; offering her hand to help her get up.
“Kanata (Kelly)…!” Haruka replied gleefully; grabbing the girl’s arm as she stood back up on her two feet.
Meet Maki Kanata: age 12, purple hair, born on the 16th of December, and Haruka’s best friend all the way from Minamo City (Lilycove City).
“We’re on the same class, Haruka. Lucky us…”
“Really…? That’s great, kamo! Have you seen which class Satoshi is in?”
“Sorry but when I was about to look for his name in the list, the crowd started pulling me away from the board.”
“Wow, it’s like Satoshi’s name is a trigger word for them.”
Suddenly, Haruka’s nerves of steel spotted someone she knows coming out of the sea of people. It was a boy with black raven hair and an outfit that seemed very familiar. It turned out that it was the boy of her dreams—the apple of her eye: Masara Satoshi—age 14, black raven hair, born on the 7th of August, and half the reason why Haruka keeps on attending school instead of setting off on a journey of her own.
“He’s here.” Her face abruptly turned from happy to serious.
“Whoa. You got nerves of steel, Haruka.” Kanata complimented her. “You haven’t changed one bit!”
“Wish me luck, Kanata.”
“Good luck, Haruka. Seriously, you’re going to need it.”
“Um…thanks…here goes nothing.” Haruka turned around towards Satoshi and waved her free hand at him. “Satoshi, over here…!”
The boy caught her waving at him and decided to come near her. For every step he took, Haruka’s chest kept on pounding harder and harder—comparable to a couple of sledgehammers mauling a heated steel bar into shape. When Satoshi was already on conversation distance, she could barely talk at all and almost froze.
“Ah…ah…a-ah…hi…ah…uh…huh…eh…a…” Haruka wasn’t making any d**n sense. “Ah…he…he…hell—COME ON, HARUKA! IT’S ONLY A SIMPLE HELLO! AAAAAAAHH…!” Afterwards, she started hitting her head in the nearby concrete wall. “SAY HELLO, DARN IT!”
“She means hi, Satoshi.” Kanata filled in for her.
“It’s been a long time hasn’t it, Haruka?” Satoshi said.
“Well…um…yeah it felt like several years passed by, kamo.” Haruka was finally able to speak properly and stop her attempts of getting an internal hemorrhage; rubbing her forehead.
“ACK…! Quick recovery…! How’s your head? Are you still Haruka?”
“I sure miss this school. It’s like there’s something that I miss here so much.”
The brunette girl’s face turned as red as her bandana. She was anticipating that the one thing Satoshi missed so much within the campus grounds was her elegant face. While Satoshi was thinking of the answer to his own question, Haruka’s heart kept on pounding even harder than before—her chest felt like it was being pressed down by an eighteen-wheeler truck with steel bars as its cargo load. She looked at him with grave anxiety and nervousness until Satoshi found his answer.
“That’s it!” He said. “I miss…”
“Yes…?”
“I miss…”
“YES…?”
“I miss the cafeteria food! Man, their noodles are the best!”
Haruka’s world came crumbling down upon her as she heard a different and disappointing answer from the one she loves as much as a banana split. Think of it as glass shattering—its pieces wounding her heart devastatingly. The school bell rang; marking the start of classes for the day.
“Classes already…? Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped.” He added. “Come visit me at 1-C sometime.”
The word “1-C” made Haruka all better…
NOT…!
In fact, it just even attracted more glass shards to cut her heart. The fact that she wasn’t going to spend the school year with Satoshi as her classmate proved to be very devastating.
“Remind me why we’re after him again, Haruka.” Kanata said. “Surely, you’re not pertaining to that dense idiot.”
Amidst two failures in a row, she managed to regain her energy and even put up a fist of stone…literally. “I won’t let different classes hinder me. I will chase him to the ends of the earth.”
“So…why are we after him?”
“Sure, he may be a dense idiot (not that I really want to admit it but it’s the truth). But he has something inside of him that I really like.”
“What is it? His IQ…?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, kamo?” The brunette girl winked.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to “The Haruka Show”.
I made this one just to remind some people that Pokemon is originally a Japanese anime and a Japanese creation by Satoshi Tajiri. I just can't swallow the words my younger brother said to me that Pokemon is American-made. Here's the link:
www.fanfiction.net/s/4756474/1/Kamo
EDIT: I'm terribly sorry, mods. I posted in the wrong board. Please do move this one. I spaced out a while ago. Thanks.
