Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Touga's Bad Day ❯ The Bad Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Rocket-chan 
Touga's problems are only beginning...
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Spamfic | Uploaded On: 07.27.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 897 | Status: Completed
Touga's problems are only beginning...
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Spamfic | Uploaded On: 07.27.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 897 | Status: Completed
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Touga's Bad Day.
At a quarter to seven in the morning, in the most opulent bedroom of the Kiryuu mansion, the alarm clock buzzed incessantly.
After a moment, a pale, slender hand reached out and slapped it off. With a weary grumble, Touga settled back under the blankets.
“Onii-sama!!"
Touga jumped a mile as Nanami's shrill voice broke him out of the doze he had fallen into. Unfortunately, it was a mile in the wrong direction.
A large curse erupted from him as he hit the cold hardwood floor. He had fallen out of bed.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Touga picked himself up off the floor. He glancedu p at the clock. Another loud curse exited his mouth. It was now five minutes to eight, and unless he suddenly grew wings in order to fly to school, he was going to be late.
The door slammed shut downstairs. Nanami had already left. Touga scrambled to his feet. He flung open the wardrobe and took out a uniform jacket. Slinging it around his shoulders, he reached into the drawer for a pair of pants.
He groaned. It was Washing Day. The maid had taken all his pants except a pair of extra large ones he had never gotten tailored to fit his perfect body.
Normally, not given to walking around with pants, he didn't go to school on Washing Day. But today he had a very important test. Not going to class was not an option.
Grumbling, Touga slid his feet into the extra large pants. "This is pathetic," he thought. "I'm going to lose these!"
Little did he know, he was right.
The next order of business in his daily routine was to brush his hair. Usually that went pretty smoothly, but today, Fate was against him. Halfway down the right said of his bangs, the brush snagged and simply would not come loose. No matter how he tugged and pulled, it would not come out. Finally with one final tug, a muffled groan, and an audible snap, he held the handle in his hands. The head of the brush was still tangled in his hair. He stared in disbelief at the massive knot. Luckily, with a few more coaxing tugs, he managed to get the head out. But the rest of his hair was unbrushed.
“Screw it!" he thought, grabbing his bag. "I'm going to be---"
“LATE! Kiryuu-san! Why are you so late?!?"
Touga blinked, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. "I was...I was...working ALL night on a project," he lied somewhat smoothly. Not the best lie ever, but it would do.
“Humph," snorted the teacher. "Since when do you do work?"
Touga could do nothing but put on his most charming smile and hope to God that would be enough.
Unfortunately, the teacher was a million years old, long past the age when she would have responded to Touga's boyish charm.
“I find nothing funny about being late for school."
“Oh, neither do I Ma'am. I was just thinking about how beautiful you look. Is that a new sweater?"
“Can it, Kiryuu. Out in the hall."
Five minutes later, Touga dutifully stood out in the hall, holding two buckets of water, one in each hand. He cursed the teacher, cursed the alarm clock, cursed the Fate the had get up so late.
For the first time in his life. Touga Kiryuu was having a bad day.
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At a quarter to seven in the morning, in the most opulent bedroom of the Kiryuu mansion, the alarm clock buzzed incessantly.
After a moment, a pale, slender hand reached out and slapped it off. With a weary grumble, Touga settled back under the blankets.
“Onii-sama!!"
Touga jumped a mile as Nanami's shrill voice broke him out of the doze he had fallen into. Unfortunately, it was a mile in the wrong direction.
A large curse erupted from him as he hit the cold hardwood floor. He had fallen out of bed.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Touga picked himself up off the floor. He glancedu p at the clock. Another loud curse exited his mouth. It was now five minutes to eight, and unless he suddenly grew wings in order to fly to school, he was going to be late.
The door slammed shut downstairs. Nanami had already left. Touga scrambled to his feet. He flung open the wardrobe and took out a uniform jacket. Slinging it around his shoulders, he reached into the drawer for a pair of pants.
He groaned. It was Washing Day. The maid had taken all his pants except a pair of extra large ones he had never gotten tailored to fit his perfect body.
Normally, not given to walking around with pants, he didn't go to school on Washing Day. But today he had a very important test. Not going to class was not an option.
Grumbling, Touga slid his feet into the extra large pants. "This is pathetic," he thought. "I'm going to lose these!"
Little did he know, he was right.
The next order of business in his daily routine was to brush his hair. Usually that went pretty smoothly, but today, Fate was against him. Halfway down the right said of his bangs, the brush snagged and simply would not come loose. No matter how he tugged and pulled, it would not come out. Finally with one final tug, a muffled groan, and an audible snap, he held the handle in his hands. The head of the brush was still tangled in his hair. He stared in disbelief at the massive knot. Luckily, with a few more coaxing tugs, he managed to get the head out. But the rest of his hair was unbrushed.
“Screw it!" he thought, grabbing his bag. "I'm going to be---"
“LATE! Kiryuu-san! Why are you so late?!?"
Touga blinked, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. "I was...I was...working ALL night on a project," he lied somewhat smoothly. Not the best lie ever, but it would do.
“Humph," snorted the teacher. "Since when do you do work?"
Touga could do nothing but put on his most charming smile and hope to God that would be enough.
Unfortunately, the teacher was a million years old, long past the age when she would have responded to Touga's boyish charm.
“I find nothing funny about being late for school."
“Oh, neither do I Ma'am. I was just thinking about how beautiful you look. Is that a new sweater?"
“Can it, Kiryuu. Out in the hall."
Five minutes later, Touga dutifully stood out in the hall, holding two buckets of water, one in each hand. He cursed the teacher, cursed the alarm clock, cursed the Fate the had get up so late.
For the first time in his life. Touga Kiryuu was having a bad day.
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Touga's Bad Day.
At a quarter to seven in the morning, in the most opulent bedroom of the Kiryuu mansion, the alarm clock buzzed incessantly.
After a moment, a pale, slender hand reached out and slapped it off. With a weary grumble, Touga settled back under the blankets.
“Onii-sama!!"
Touga jumped a mile as Nanami's shrill voice broke him out of the doze he had fallen into. Unfortunately, it was a mile in the wrong direction.
A large curse erupted from him as he hit the cold hardwood floor. He had fallen out of bed.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Touga picked himself up off the floor. He glancedu p at the clock. Another loud curse exited his mouth. It was now five minutes to eight, and unless he suddenly grew wings in order to fly to school, he was going to be late.
The door slammed shut downstairs. Nanami had already left. Touga scrambled to his feet. He flung open the wardrobe and took out a uniform jacket. Slinging it around his shoulders, he reached into the drawer for a pair of pants.
He groaned. It was Washing Day. The maid had taken all his pants except a pair of extra large ones he had never gotten tailored to fit his perfect body.
Normally, not given to walking around with pants, he didn't go to school on Washing Day. But today he had a very important test. Not going to class was not an option.
Grumbling, Touga slid his feet into the extra large pants. "This is pathetic," he thought. "I'm going to lose these!"
Little did he know, he was right.
The next order of business in his daily routine was to brush his hair. Usually that went pretty smoothly, but today, Fate was against him. Halfway down the right said of his bangs, the brush snagged and simply would not come loose. No matter how he tugged and pulled, it would not come out. Finally with one final tug, a muffled groan, and an audible snap, he held the handle in his hands. The head of the brush was still tangled in his hair. He stared in disbelief at the massive knot. Luckily, with a few more coaxing tugs, he managed to get the head out. But the rest of his hair was unbrushed.
“Screw it!" he thought, grabbing his bag. "I'm going to be---"
“LATE! Kiryuu-san! Why are you so late?!?"
Touga blinked, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. "I was...I was...working ALL night on a project," he lied somewhat smoothly. Not the best lie ever, but it would do.
“Humph," snorted the teacher. "Since when do you do work?"
Touga could do nothing but put on his most charming smile and hope to God that would be enough.
Unfortunately, the teacher was a million years old, long past the age when she would have responded to Touga's boyish charm.
“I find nothing funny about being late for school."
“Oh, neither do I Ma'am. I was just thinking about how beautiful you look. Is that a new sweater?"
“Can it, Kiryuu. Out in the hall."
Five minutes later, Touga dutifully stood out in the hall, holding two buckets of water, one in each hand. He cursed the teacher, cursed the alarm clock, cursed the Fate the had get up so late.
For the first time in his life. Touga Kiryuu was having a bad day.
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At a quarter to seven in the morning, in the most opulent bedroom of the Kiryuu mansion, the alarm clock buzzed incessantly.
After a moment, a pale, slender hand reached out and slapped it off. With a weary grumble, Touga settled back under the blankets.
“Onii-sama!!"
Touga jumped a mile as Nanami's shrill voice broke him out of the doze he had fallen into. Unfortunately, it was a mile in the wrong direction.
A large curse erupted from him as he hit the cold hardwood floor. He had fallen out of bed.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Touga picked himself up off the floor. He glancedu p at the clock. Another loud curse exited his mouth. It was now five minutes to eight, and unless he suddenly grew wings in order to fly to school, he was going to be late.
The door slammed shut downstairs. Nanami had already left. Touga scrambled to his feet. He flung open the wardrobe and took out a uniform jacket. Slinging it around his shoulders, he reached into the drawer for a pair of pants.
He groaned. It was Washing Day. The maid had taken all his pants except a pair of extra large ones he had never gotten tailored to fit his perfect body.
Normally, not given to walking around with pants, he didn't go to school on Washing Day. But today he had a very important test. Not going to class was not an option.
Grumbling, Touga slid his feet into the extra large pants. "This is pathetic," he thought. "I'm going to lose these!"
Little did he know, he was right.
The next order of business in his daily routine was to brush his hair. Usually that went pretty smoothly, but today, Fate was against him. Halfway down the right said of his bangs, the brush snagged and simply would not come loose. No matter how he tugged and pulled, it would not come out. Finally with one final tug, a muffled groan, and an audible snap, he held the handle in his hands. The head of the brush was still tangled in his hair. He stared in disbelief at the massive knot. Luckily, with a few more coaxing tugs, he managed to get the head out. But the rest of his hair was unbrushed.
“Screw it!" he thought, grabbing his bag. "I'm going to be---"
“LATE! Kiryuu-san! Why are you so late?!?"
Touga blinked, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. "I was...I was...working ALL night on a project," he lied somewhat smoothly. Not the best lie ever, but it would do.
“Humph," snorted the teacher. "Since when do you do work?"
Touga could do nothing but put on his most charming smile and hope to God that would be enough.
Unfortunately, the teacher was a million years old, long past the age when she would have responded to Touga's boyish charm.
“I find nothing funny about being late for school."
“Oh, neither do I Ma'am. I was just thinking about how beautiful you look. Is that a new sweater?"
“Can it, Kiryuu. Out in the hall."
Five minutes later, Touga dutifully stood out in the hall, holding two buckets of water, one in each hand. He cursed the teacher, cursed the alarm clock, cursed the Fate the had get up so late.
For the first time in his life. Touga Kiryuu was having a bad day.
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