Rival Schools Chapter 1: New Beginnings
 

It was the best of days, it was the worst of days.

The afternoon sun shone on the city of Yokozuna, Japan, and school was ready to close. The athletes at Gorin were packing their gym bags, the students at Pacific were cending their studies, and Taiyo students were already walking out. This was a strange day, as the students and faculty of all three rival schools were all invited to a rally. Most suspected a surprise basketball game or a new testing system, but the school district had something different in mind…

Superintendant Ishahara, a middle-aged yet well-built man, paced in his office, anxious to hear the good news that he desperately needed to hear. I need parent approval on this...if I don't get that, then my plan to finally end the rivalries between Taiyo, Gorin, and Pacific high schools will go down in flames...

Suddenly, he heard a knocking on the door. Overjoyed, Mr. Ishihara said "Please, do come in!" He expected his beautiful secretary to bring in the papers with the news he wanted to hear. Instead, he got a burly caucasian guy toting a crowbar. "Y-y-you aren't Rosa!"

"No, I'm not." the other man said grimly. "Your plan isn't going through, Ishihara." Before the older man could react, the newcomer knocked him out with his crowbar. The mysterious man picked up his radio, and said "Phase One is complete, sir."
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Derek Marino was literally covered in motor oil from the car he was working on. He got up, raising to his full six and a quarter feet of heigh. Derek looked out of place, sporting oil-stained overalls and a similarly soiled white T-Shirt on his reddish-toned 290-pound frame. Grabbing a rag, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, removing the stinging drops away from his hazel-green eyes and drying out his drenched brown hair. "I think I'll call it a day, Mr. Woo." he casually said to the Taiyo auto-shop teacher.

The car Derek worked on everyday was a '76 Triumph Spitfire, a gift from a friend back in America. The car was a old-looking sky-blue hue, the roof was lost, and the hubcaps rusted to the point where they had to be removed. In short, it was quite a wreck. "Hopefully, I'll be able to restor it to it's former glory...but school's over, so I think I'll head out to the track; it's tuesday, so that's my designated 'chill-out' spot for the day."

After a quick change into his black T-shirt and camo-green cargo pants, Derek dropped off his backpack in his locker and grabbed his boombox, hoping he'd see someone he knew. "Don't get out of breath walking across campus, fatty!" some random student called out.

Dang. On some days, these guys hate on me more than the govenrment back home hates on terrorists...agh, forget it, I never liked politics anyways...

[OOC:] This is your basic intro chapter. Have your guys hang out with classmates, introduce your char, and all that good stuff. Chapter 2 is where the plot really starts…[/OOC]

OOC I assume its the end of the day not year. If it is the end of the year I will fix it to how it originally was...

Lee walked slowly down the hallway some people were patting him on the back saying things like 'Nice Job' 'You were great this year man!' But that wasn't enough for Lee. He expected to do better than his ranking in Kendo, and the season was over except for regionals and he was a senior. Oh well I guess there Is boxing and stuff left and there is always the chance that I can go to regional Lee thought to himself walking down the corridor holding his Gym Bag. "You are a great addition and a fine captian of the Kendo Program, Lee" The coach said. Lee smirked "Thanks..." He said. Getting ready to get to his car.

The school day was over and Henry wasted no time at school. Leaping from building to building clad in a yellow ninja outfit, he rushed as fast as he could to his destination - the local manga shop.

Bursting through the door with a puff of smoke, Tanuki (the name of Henry's alter egos) tumbled to the counter before jumping into the air and striking a pose. "The Number 1 Otaku in the city has arrived!"

The girl behind the counter stared at him for a moment and then sighed. "You can stop doing that you know. It's been three months and the shock and surprise had worn off a long time ago."

"Oh."

"So, the plan was set. I sent to people to rush the front walls and two people to plant C4 on the left and right flanks, while I went and planted a C4 on the back wall. Then bombed the fort in one go. We was in. I pulled out my 5-7's and blamed 2 people in the head.
I swithed to my AWP and hit the sniper right in the eyes. I then made a mad dash up the ramp to the flag and grabbed it, flipped over the frount wall and just ran toward our base. the rest of my team followed behind and took out the rest of the other team. But the runner from the other team took our flag, I got out my kantana and chopped his head off, and properly Gibbed him. I ran, smashed the button and open the fort's gates, and whammed the flag into the holder.

And that is how we won CS capture the flag game."

Psymon then sfitly left the class. He had to pick up the shopping from the store.

"Three apples:Che..CRAP!!!!! leet crew leader!!!. Dive!!!" Psy instantly dived into the rack oranges and buried himself.
"Mr. Psymon R. Stark. How many times do I have to tell you, I am not the bloody leet crew leader. Now, Can you please remove yourself from the oranges, Please." Asked the shop attendant.
"Sorry Number one. Won't happen again."

Psy left the shop in disgrace and orange pulp and headed for home.

[OOC:]This is the end of the day during the last quarter of the school year. Spirit wasn't too far off, since there's about a month and a half of school left.

Discussion thread is up, too.

One more thing: I'm liking the intros, guys. Keep up the goodness.[/OOC]

ooc: I'm taking your shock pen idea Mr. V

ic: Paul had been tinkering on his pen all day. He was hoping it would work, seeing as how it hadn't worked the past twenty times. Setting the voltage to about 200 volts, he walked up to the class's hamster and poked it. The thing literally jumped about a foot up and ran into the bars of its cage. He smiled as he congrutulated himself for making the ultimate form of a secret tazer. He left the building without a word, ignoring all of the people who gave him strange looks. Being the newest student here obviously wasn't very much of a problem for Paul.

Hey hey, get this...Alright, what did the egg say to the pot of boiling water?
Ben said to a group of friends as they walked out of Pacific High's main entrance, a ready grin on his face. He pulled his tumb out from between his chest and backpack strap, adjusting his loosely form-fitting button-up shirt, the top two always undone, of course. He pulled the wrinkle out, finishing the fix, the shirt holding well on his strong frame, tapering in from his shoulders.
This had better not be as dirty as the last one you whipped out today
said one of the girls, a particularly attractive blonde named Jenny
Jen, you're killing the joke
he replied, feigning exasperation
Alright, it said "Hey, it might take me a while to get hard, I just got laid last night."
He waited a moment, and the gathered teenagers began to laugh
Hey, what's with the wait, I thought we were the smart kids?
I told you it would be dirty
Said the girl, laughing lightly at the same time
his bright green eyes flash mischeviously as he turns to her
Jen, I haven't whipped anything out...yet. on that note, what are you up to tonight?
Nothing if you forget to call me again, punk
Oh we'll see how long it takes you to pick up that phone this time. Maybe you'll set a new record, a whole 20 minutes, maybe?
He cracked, smiling broadly as he opened the door to his car, throwing his books and backpack into the back and turning the auto on, being sure to rev the engine a few times. He yells to another friend
Two words: Frisbee Golf. I'll call you when I get off work, If there's time before that rally!

Hiro sighed, looking around at everyone else running about and away. "Hm." The only thing he really had waiting for him was the newest edition of that new manga he had been reading, and more homework. His other friends had to go do something after school. The japanese boy took a few steps down the sidewalk, thinking about which assignment he would work on first. Along the way, he sighted a yellow ninja jumping from rooftop from rooftop, eventually going into a local manga shop. Hiro sighed, knowing that it was probably another one of those weirdos from Pacific High or something. Or maybe it was just a new kid trying to show off. He walked swiftly past the manga shop, peeking inside to see if the new issue had arrived yet. It hadn't.

Warm summer air whips through the open windows of the Lancer, the buzzing city flashing past him on the left as Ben took the scenic route downtown, taking the outermost road on the city's outskirts for a fair 20 minutes before taking his exit. 5 blocks down, one to the right, the second largest Auto shop in the city Tracks of Fire Motorsports, my 2nd home. He took one sweep by the side of the store, in view of the 6 garages, the psifffff of his blowoff valve and sheen of the chrome rims noticeable to anyone going in or leaving the store.
Noragachi, my spot!
he said in well practiced Japanese, to one of the other mechanics, a college student who he'd become good friends with, as he pulled into the parking lot.
Nice try, but the bet I won has me parking close for...another 2 weeks if I'm not mistaken.
He replied, laughing as he wiped some grease off of his hands, his deep red coeveralls unzipped down to his waist and rolled down.
Ben turned around and parked farhter down. He got out and walked into the garages, muttering
Listen, she looked like a guy, seriously...

Psymon arives at his house on the north side of the city.
*You have 1 New message* The answer phone bleeped.
"Oi PRS, T'is me, Call me back as soon as ya get in. There's a matter of 500 Yen (OOC: It is yen they use?) to be settled."

"Ohhhhhh Shite, S'pose I better phone him."

Psymon picks up the phone and dials 57893273578.
*Bleep*
*Bleep*
*Bleep*

"No answer!? Better change out of theses, and get something not covered in orange on."

[OOC:]Yeah, they use Yen, although it's reasonable to say that some characters also have Dollars/Pesos/Euros, too.[/OOC]

Derek reached the quarter-mile Taiyo track, his designated hangout spot for the day. There were several athletes training there for several Track and Field events; this was a good year for Taiyo's track and field program, as they might have a chance at beating Gorin this year. That' what I love about this place: people never give up on their hopes and dreams...

Derek went to one of the nearby asphalt basketball courts, picked up a ball, and started shooting. I havn't played in a while; I wonder if I've still got game...

Henry, after obtaining a new sports manga, had started going around town reading it. Why? Plot convenience.

Ahem. Anyway, Henry had been walking around town when he suddenly heard the bouncing of a basketball. His glasses suddenly shimmered, and within moments he was standing in the basketball court, specifically on top of the the rim hoop that Derek was shooting for.

"I challenge you!" he yelled, pointing at the other person. "Are you ready to face this city's newest, and best, basketball player ever?!"

Derek looked up and had one thought go through his mind: Who the heck is that?

He stopped dribbling his well-used basketball and looked at Henry, who somehow was balancing on the rim, with a slight grin on his face. "I don't play one-on-one that well...but you're welcome to shoot around with me. Oh, my name's Derek, by the way."

At the free-throw line, Derek was ready to take a shot when he noticed that the new guy was still standing on the rim. "Uhh...could you please move? I gotta work on my free throws."

"Damn! I've had it!"

The loud exclamation came from the desk with a little plaque on it reading "Hayato N." From the indifference of his co-workers, it would seem they were pretty much used to outbursts like this. A passing teacher tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hayato, what's wrong?"

The man behind the desk stood up, straightening out his red track suit before turning to the one who had addressed him.

"Nothing, Ms. Ayasugi, the paperwork was getting to me again."

She clucked and adjusted her glasses, the very image of a prim and proper matron, except that she was barely 25, and hardly more senior than Hayato.

"Now, now, hayato, you know you have to do it, all of us do..."

"Yeah, but stil... Ah, I need a break. I'll come back when my head's clear again."

"All right then. Bye!"

She waved goodbye to him as he closed the door on his way out.

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Outside, Hayato rammed his hands into his pockets. It wasn't just the paperwork... he had a bad feeling about today. Cliched, yes, but it was true. There was a neggaing doubt in his heart which had set in the moment he had stepped through the iron gates of Taiyo High.

He walked downt he hallway, past the principal's office, when he suddenly saw the principal's unconcious form from between a crack in the door, which had been left ajar.

"What the-"

"You dare refuse my challenge and then ask me to move? This will not go unpunished!" Henry, once in his Otaku forms, was never one to take no for an answer. If someone did say no to him they were often the victim of his character's special attacks.

Of course, as he was from a basketball manga it wouldn't be hard to guess what type of attack he would use. "Special Technique: Fireball!" Somehow, someway, two basketballs appeared in his hands. "Catch!" he yelled as he threw them at Derek, and as he did so basketballs were lit on fire.

Did I mention they would explode once they hit something?

The administration office was empty, with the exception of the Taiyo High principal, who was found unconscious on the floor of his office. Laying next to him was a wooden baseball bat marked with Gorin's insignia, apparently the weapon used for the crime.

A burly, mysterious man, after seeing Hayato's remark from down the hallway, pulled up his cellphone. "Phase Two complete." The man slipped out unnoticed and drove off seconds later.
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I guess the druggies spiked my Hawaiian Punch today, because I've gotta be high or something. This guy is crazy!

The two flaming basketballs were flying at Derek. Now, keep in mind that Derek is a 290-ound guy that looks more like he weighs 250 (more muscle, less fat). That said. he can dodge pretty well for a fat guy. Derek dived to the side of the balls, did a small roll, and got up on his feet.

Pointing at the newcomer, Derek angrily yelled "Look, if you want a fight, you got one!"

The PE coach stormed into the room, smacking the door aside with one hand, then froze at the threshold, fists trembling from the sheer rage that filled him now. Then he dropped to one knee and shook the principal.

"Hey! Sir, sir, are you alright? Sir!"

Zipping his Crimson coveralls up to his chest, over an old white "wife-beater," Ben strode out to the garage in black work boots. He stopped, looking at the day's jobs on the clipboard Toyota...toyota...mitsubishi...toyota...blah blah blah blah...WRX.
I call the Subaru.
he yelled out to the garage, turning to see the black car pulling up in front of the showroom. He walked into the office through the garage entrance and waited, the desk clerk turning to him after a frustrated minute of talking to the customer and asking in Japanese
Talk to her, will you? She doesn't understand a word
Sure thing.
Ben turned to the customer, stopping a minute in front of her, looking from top to bottom.
Hello down there
she said, waving
something wrong?
No, I just love the summer

Ariella hefted her bookbag over her shoulder and retrieved her stick. Practice had gone pretty well and she was happy about the team's performance this year. She changed out of her practice jersey in the bathroom and strode out of the school. She turned the corner and entered the manga shop where she worked. After clocking in, she sat down at the cash. Seeing that it would probably be slow business until all the after school activities were done, she didn't expect a big crowd, so she opened up the newest Naruto manga and began reading.

[OOC:]This most excellent fight scene is:
Written by: Ecurt
Edited by: Mr. Viewtiful (Who bows down to Ecurt) (<--You wish, buddy)[/OOC]

Henry glared as Derek rolled out of the way. “You may have managed to dodge that, but you can never beat me!”

The other sweatdropped. “You’re crazy, man!”

Suddenly, a crowd gathered, and music started playing. “Mortal Kombat!”

And so the battle was on…

The Otaku let out a mighty roar, and soon another two exploding fireballs were flying at Derek. The intended target’s eyes widened for a moment, but he managed to dodge the balls themselves. However, the explosion that came afterwards threw him forward – which is where Henry was waiting for him.

“Special Technique: Alley-Oop! Kyeah!” Henry, making a fist, sent Derek flying up into the sky. Then, quickly jumping up past the other, he punched the guy hard and fast towards the ground. Derek, with the wind knocked out of him, could not react as he slammed the backboard of one of the hoops and fell through the bucket, or rather the bucket fell with him on top of it.

At this point Derek decided that the Henry was crazy, really crazy. However, that didn’t matter right now – staying alive was his top priority. Maybe…maybe I could use one of his techniques against him… Granted, he didn’t know how in the world he set those basketballs on fire, or how they exploded in the first place, but he had nothing to lose.

“Take this!” Grabbing his basketball from earlier, he launched it at Henry with all his force.

Henry, grinning at this, disappeared from view, reappearing back on top of the rim. “Special Technique: Mad Jukin'! Y’all can’t touch this.”

“You know what? Try ‘Special Technique: Shut Up!’” Grabbing another basketball, he tried it again. He wasn’t surprised when Henry dodged, but at least he tried.

When the Otaku appeared once again he had a grin plastered on his face. Derek closed his eyes and raised his arms in an attempt to shield himself from the oncoming blow. Then, everything became silent.

Opening his eyes hesitantly, he saw Henry with his mouth hanging open while staring with everybody else at the hoop. It only took him a moment to figure out what happened. “Wow…I made a three pointer.” He rose to his full standing position. “Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.”

Henry didn’t take this well. “NOOOO!!! Nobody scores on me!” His legs suddenly failing him, he collapsed. “I can’t believe I lost! I NEVER lose!” He started pounding his fists on the ground and crying.

Derek loomed over the smaller student, arms folded and his head shaking. “Dude, it’s just a game.”

Upon hearing "Mortal Kombat!" being screamed, Hiro turned his head toward a small crowd which had gathered near the basketball courts. Pushing his way through, he eventually found two people fighting each other in an odd fashion, and eventually, seeing the smaller one of the two collapsing in a heap and wailing. The high school student eventually went away with the rest of the crowd, wondering what had been going on. I wonder if that crazy guy that burst into the manga shop is still there....he probably is. I guess I'll go to the other one.....The one owned by that one girl, what's her name....Hmm, I don't remember.


OOC: I'm presuming he's going into batgirl's store, if you don't mind.