From: [email-masked] (Paolo Valladolid)

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        FUGAWARI ORANGE STREET
        A KOR universe fanfic
        By FOS Project <TC.GD.DL.PV.JW>
        http://waynesworld.ucsd.edu/ICR/users/pvallado/fos/fos.html
        ftp server.berkeley.edu /pub/anime/KOR/fanfic/FOS/

Introduction:

Fugawari Orange Street is a new fanfic series set in the world of 
Kimagure Orange Road.  Its origin was a simple message on the KOR mailing 
list, which somehow evolved into a discussion of what might have happened 
to the original characters.  Specific comments about Kazuya, and the 
mention that he is probably around the age Kyousuke was during KOR, led 
to the proposal of creating a fanfic to follow him as he travels through 
Kouryou High School. 

FOS is set in the manga universe, and attempts to follow its specific 
details and timeline as closely as possible.  However, details on 
characters other than KOR's Big Three are sketchy, and ten years have 
passed since we last saw these characters.  If you disagree with the 
liberties we've taken, send us comments.  For convenience's sake, send 
comments to the main author, for this episode [email-masked].

FOS was originally to be released biweekly, in real time.  However, the 
real world has impeded these lofty plans.  In any case, we will continue to 
set stories two weeks apart, and we hope you'll read this episode and all 
which eventually follow.

As is the case with many fanfic series, {word} represents thoughts and 
[word] represents action within script dialog.  |Word| represents English 
dialog.

Legal Disclaimer: Fugawari Orange Street is based on the characters and 
situations of Kimagure Orange Road, created by Matsumoto Izumi.  New 
characters and situations are the copyright of the authors.  Any use of  
copyrighted or trademarked elements should not be construed as a 
challenge to these statuses.
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Episode 2
"The Changing Phases of Love" 

"No, Kazu-kun! You have to pour the chocolate like this!", Maiko protested, 
her tone bordering on frustration. "If you don't, the chocolate won't set 
properly!"

"Okay, okay. Mai-chan, maybe you should just make it then." Kazuya flopped
himself on a nearby chair, as Maiko poured the chocolate.

"Well you're the one that's going to...." Maiko's voice trailed off as she
realized she was pouring the chocolate too quickly. "...give it to someone."

"Okay, Mai-chan. I'll make you a deal. You make this chocolate heart, and I
will allow you to give it to me!" Kazuya's smile broke into a smirk.

"So you can give it to someone else?" Maiko blurted out. She attempted to
laugh, but realized she was once again overpouring the chocolate. Her
expression became thoughtful as she smiled softly.

Maiko: Say...This reminds me of another Valentine's Day long ago...

 * * *

"Kazuya-kuuuun!"

5-year-old Kazuya turned at the sound of his name being called and saw...

Little Maiko and a cute little blonde about the same age as her wave and
run towards Kazuya.  As they approached him they held up chocolates 
gift-wrapped for Valentine's Day.

Maiko: Wait! Please accept my chocolate! 

Chibi-Blonde: Please accept mine instead!

The two glared at Kazuya as he backed away.

Maiko: Whaat? Mine!!

Chibi-Blonde: Mine first!!

Both girls shoved large heart-shaped chocolates into his mouth. Kazuya 
shot into the air, shouting, as tears of pain squirted from his eyes.

Chibi-Blonde: (merrily) I bet he's crying tears of joy.

Chibi-Maiko grinned at the other girl in agreement.

 * * *

Back in the present...

Maiko: You must have jumped at least two meters into the air!

Kazuya: I did?

Maiko: What, you don't remember? You had a toothache at the time.

Kazuya: Toothache? Oh!!

Kazuya's mind began to recall images of that Valentine's Day he spent in his 
cousin Kyousuke's body gleefully munching on chocolates meant for Kyousuke. 
In the meantime, Kyousuke was supposed to have gone to the dentist for 
Kazuya in his 5-year-old body.  "So that must have been Oniichan* in my body 
that Mai-chan is talking about", he thought. "My body still had the tootache 
when we switched back, but I had so much fun it was worth it. Still..."
*Older relative (cousin in this case)

Kazuya: I wonder what happened to that blonde girl who was our 
playmate. You know, Kyou-chan...

Maiko: Me too. Kyou-chan moved away from here a long time ago.

Maiko began to smirk. "Kazu-kun, you are such a scoundrel," she said, 
managing a smile. "You couldn't even handle a couple of five-year-old 
girls. Let alone someone like Shi--"

"What?! Are you saying I don't have the guts to..." Kazuya's voice trailed 
off, as he realized he probably did not.

Maiko retorted,"You know she'll never give you chocolate, yet you insist 
on trying to give her some - when you can't even make it by yourself!"

Maiko broke out in laughter, elbowing Kazuya playfully.  He smiled and 
shrugged his shoulders. 

Kazuya: I don't know what I'd do without you, Mai-chan.  If only you
were my sister instead of Akane...

"So it's 'sister', huh?", thought Maiko to herself.  She looked away briefly 
so that Kazuya would not see the momentary sadness on her face. She turned
back with a mock glare.

Maiko: She won't be pleased when I tell her what you just said! 

Kazuya got on his knees before her, palms clasped over his head in mock 
obeisance.

Kazuya: Please don't, Maiko-san! She might draft me into her dating service
and force me to go on a date with a lonely old maid!

Maiko laughed as she turned back to the stove. Her laughter suddenly turned 
into alarm as she quickly lowered the cooking temperature.

Maiko: Ahh! I nearly burned the chocolate!

 * * *

The next morning, before leaving home, Kazuya stood in front of the mirror 
in the bathroom.

"Shimada-san, please accept this as a token of my everlasting love," he
said, thrusting the chocolate heart to his reflection in the mirror and
attempting to lower his vocal pitch to a "manly" range. After a moment of 
silence, he pulled it back and tried again.

"Shimada-san, you are my... no, too embarrassing"

"Emi-san, I love you... no, it needs spice."

He paused for a moment, staring at the mirror.

"Maybe I can just ad lib."

"You're still here, Kazuya?" his mother said, seemingly materializing in
the doorway. "You will really have to ad lib if you show up to school late!"

"Okay, okay! *Itekimasu, *Kachan."
[trans: "I'm leaving"]
[trans: One form of "Mother"]

Kazuya pushed past his mother, chocolate heart in hand, and set off for 
school.

 * * *

The morning bustle of students entering the classroom drowned out the
chirping of birds emanating from beyond the window panes. Cold sunlight
poured into the room, as students rubbed their hands together and murmur 
about their studies... and other things.

"I think a dark blue tone would match your complexion better," one
pink-haired girl remarked to her friend.

Slowly, the rows of empty desks were filled as the clock inched its way 
closer to the beginning of another long day of learning. Some of the more
responsible students argued about their future professions, while others
continued their discussions about the more important things in life.

"Look, you won't get in trouble just for having blue hair!" the pink-haired
girl continued. "Just tell them it's natural. That's what I told them."

Just outside the entrance to the classroom, Kazuya straightened his tie
for the last time, squared his shoulders, cleared his throat, and took a 
deep breath.

Kazuya: { Alright, this is it! Time to turn on the charm! }

The bustle seemed to grow impatiently louder as the beginning of class drew
near, a trend that continued even when Yuji-sensei emerged from the hall.
But as other students busily argued and complained about life, one young 
woman sat quietly at her desk, writing vigorously.

The soft scratching sound of a liquid ink pen pressing against paper could 
be heard as Shimada Emi-san busily scribbled in her planner. After several
scratches, she closed the planner and glanced at it proudly.

The workmanship of the leather-bound masterpiece seemed insignificant
compared to the gold plate imprinted on the lower right corner of the cover.
It bore the kanji for her name. Underneath her name, bold roman characters
read "Student Body President".

"An essential trait of a true leader is the ability to plan ahead," Emi
thought to herself. "And when the time comes, every student will worship 
me, and I will--"

"Shi- Shimada... san?"

"Hai?" The smile fades from Emi's face as and is replaced by a smirk as
she looked up at the figure standing in front of her desk. She barely
suppressed a giggle at the obviously forced low-pitched tone of his voice.

Emi: Ohayou, Kasuga-kun. Looks like your mom put too much starch on your
shirt.

Her voice was sweet, yet with more than a hint of poison. Kazuya 
determinedly ignored the reference to his unnaturally stiff posture.

Kazuya: I was wondering if you wanted to--

Emi: My mom told me you showed up at my house the other day.  You never 
give up, do you?

Kazuya's voice returned to its natural pitch as confidence once again 
drained out of him.

Kazuya: You told me that--

Emi: Do you honestly think _I_ would host _your_ birthday party at _my_ 
house? [frowns]

Kazuya: You mean that--

Emi: I never said a thing about that! Maybe your partner-in-crime Asagiri
told you that as part of a prank. In that case, it would serve you right,
Prankster-sama! 

Kazuya: But it was....{oops, Emi never actually said she wanted to host my
party...I read that directly from her mind! Better be careful...}

By this time, the frown had given way to another smirk on Emi's face. Kazuya 
displayed a look of confusion. But as he turned to leave, he was stopped by 
the warmth of Emi taking his hand in hers.

Kazuya: Shimada-san...

Suddenly, the classroom was empty except for the two of them. Birds flew in 
through the open windows and serenaded the two with sweet song.

Emi: You never give up, Kazuya-sama. I like that in a man.

Kazuya: Really?

Emi: I love you, Kazuya-sama.

As Emi stood up and moved closer to Kazuya, he began to suspect this was
all to good to be true, especially when he started to see little Cupids 
with heart-tipped arrows flying among the birds around them --

Emi appeared startled. "Uh, Kasuga-kun... are you okay?"

Feeling that his inferior mind was unable of even imagining such a 
beautiful moment with Emi-san, Kazuya instinctively scanned the room for 
Akane, finding her nowhere. Looking back at Emi, he saw the morphing 
properties of her facial expression had now moved to pure disdain.

Emi: Kasuga-kun, why are you pinching yourself?

Kazuya: Huh? Oh! I'm just trying to get my circulation going, ha ha...

"I was just going to give you this note card," Emi said, handing him a 
small three by five card. "It has all the answers to today's test on it."

Kazuya broke out into a large smile. "Arigatou*, E-- Shimada-san!"
*Thanks

Kazuya received the card and moved to his desk. Looking at the card, he 
noticed the only thing written on it: "D. Not Given".

"Well at least the last cheat card had something useful on it," Kazuya 
grumbled.

Kazuya removed a pen from his desk, and added to the note card:

A. Shimada Emi
B. Asagiri    
C.

Kazuya paused here, remembering what Maiko told him the previous night. 
Searching for a name, his mind drew a blank. When he finished filling in 
the note card, it looked like this:

A. Shimada Emi
B. Asagiri Maiko
C. 
D. Not Given

"A lot of good this will do on the test," Kazuya moaned to himself.

Yuji-sensei: *Minna-san, please take your seats. Minna-san!
[Trans: Everybody]

The conversations slowly died down as Yuji-sensei attempted to bring the 
class to order.

Yuji-sensei: I would like to introduce a new student who will be joining 
our class as of today: Moriyama Kyouko-san.  She is transferring from an 
American school.

As the bustle finally quieted down, Kazuya looked to the front of the room. 
To Yuji-sensei, and then to the new student. Eyes wide, Kazuya had to exert
considerable energy to keep his mouth from dropping open.

Her long, golden blond hair seemed to warm up the previously cold sunlight,
emitting a shine of its own. Head bowed, the hair partially obscured her
delicate facial features. Awed by her beauty, Kazuya continued to stare, 
as Kyouko raised her head.

Kyouko: *Hajimemashite.
[*trans: literally, "for the first time". A formal greeting used between
unfamiliars in Japanese culture when meeting for the very first time.]

"Wow, look at her figure!" a nearby student whispered to Kazuya as he 
adjusted his pocket protector.

Kazuya's stare continued.

"Kasuga?!" the student whispered. "Are you listening?" The student turned
back to the front. After a moment, he spat on his hands and used the 
substance to slick back his hair. He shifted in his chair as he once again 
straightened his pocket protector.

Kyouko attempted to synthesize a smile as she looked at her future peers. 
After her eyes made contact with Kazuya's stare, she started to continue 
looking around but suddenly returned her gaze to meet his. Her smile faded 
as her eyebrows became knitted in thought.

Kazuya, realizing the new student was now returning his stare, blushed. He
quickly picked a window and begins to stare through the clear glass. Trying 
to imagine himself outside breathing the cool fresh air, he could not calm 
his suddenly beating heart.

Embarrassed at being caught staring back at the boy, Kyouko's cheeks turned 
slightly pink as she shyly returned her gaze to the floor.

Yuji-sensei: [to Kyouko] Since you just transferred here, you will not be 
graded for today's test. Just try to answer as many questions as you can so 
I can get a feel for your level of knowledge.  Hmm...lets see....we need to
find you a seat.

Emi: [hand raised] Sensei, there is an empty seat next to mine!

As Kyouko moved to her new seat, Maiko gazed at her in wonder.

Maiko: {Masaka... could this be the same Kyouko from years ago? I forgot 
Kyou-chan's family name... }

"Mo.. ri.. ya.. ma... Kyou... ko..." Kazuya mouthed to himself, as he 
stared nervously at the frosted trees beyond the glass barrier. He 
unconsciously began to write something on his note card.

Maiko: Psst...Moriyama-san! [Waves hand]

Kyouko looked at the cute, short-haired brunette waving to her and the boy
seated next to her who was staring out the window. Both of them looked very
familiar to her but she could not quite place them.  She smiled back at the
brunette and began walking towards her.  However she found herself being
pulled into a seat by the important-looking person who was taking her hand.

Emi: [whispering to Kyouko] You shouldn't hang out with those two.
I'm warning you right now - they're nothing but troublemakers! Hang
out with me instead and you'll become an admired leader in this school in
no time.

Kyouko: Who are they?

Emi: Kasuga Kazuya and Asagiri Maiko. You know what that Kasuga did
to me in my third year of junior high? Why, that rascal...

Kyouko's attention turned away from Emi to stare at Maiko and Kazuya. Maiko
slowly turned back to the front, as Kazuya cautiously looked away from the 
window.

Noticing something in the corner of his eye, Kazuya instinctively looked to
the right to investigate. He quickly turned back as he realized the new girl
was looking at him. His effort to hold back his embarrassment only made his
facial display worse.

"...ty-six, at least!" the boy next to Kazuya continued, adjusting the 
electrical tape on his glasses. "And the hips have got to be about..."

Kazuya continued to ignore the boy as his pulse beat faster.

Kyouko returned her attention to Emi.

Emi: ...so I enlisted some bad girls, chased him down and beat the ramen out 
of him! But before my hired thugs could get to him he has the nerve to tell 
me he likes me! How outrageous...

"Kazu-chan and Mai-chan?" Kyouko mumbles.

Emi's eyes widen at Kyouko's use of familiar names.

Emi: Oh no, you've already met them? If you associate with them, your
leadership potential will be ruined! I can't let this happen! Don't even
think about getting close with them!

"Kazuya-san and Maiko-san?" Kyouko said, lost in thought.

Emi: That's better. But try using the family names. You really shouldn't
associate with them. It's bad for your health.

"Kazuya-san?" Kyouko whispered.

Emi opened her mouth to speak, but instead let out a sigh. Turning back to
face Yuji-sensei, she removed a mechanical pencil from her planner. Two
clicks later, the pencil was busily transcribing something onto a notepad.

"Moriyama-san!" the pink-haired girl whispered from her seat on the other
side of Kyouko. "Is that color natural? It looks really great!"

Yuji-sensei: Minna-san, please remove all items except paper and pencils
from your desktops. I will now pass out the test.

Kazuya's reverie was interrupted by Maiko's foot gently tapping his. He
glanced at her only to see her silently motioning her head at the sensei
who had started passing out the test.  He grinned sheepishly as he put away
his notebook. The note card on which he had written absently caught his
attention. Just before the test landed on his desk, he noticed that the 
entry above Emi's "D. Not Given" had been filled:

C. Moriyama Kyouko

 * * *

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Sasuke: The preparations for the grand Kunou family banquet are 
complete.  Now, Master Kunou, shall I invite Akane or the pig-tailed girl?

[Kunou stares off as images flood his mind]

Kunou: Akane... [He sees various shots of Akane... in gym, practicing 
kempo, jogging, lifting weights]

Kunou: Pig-tailed girl... [He sees various shots of Ranma-chan... 
standing alone in a field, at school, in Nabiki's photos]

Kunou: Akane... [The changes in pictures are more rapid]

Kunou: Pig-tailed girl... [Again, the scenes change more rapidly.

[Finally, the pictures change at seizure-inducing speeds, ending with 
multiple shots of Akane and Ranma-chan alternately kicking and otherwise 
knocking Kunou down]

[A perverted grin on his face, he falls backwards, collapsed into 
unconsciousness.]

Announcer: Well, at least you know what to pick her up in. [A scene of a 
Honda Accord driving slowly and stopping] The Honda Accord.  One of 
life's easiest decisions.

Writer's Note: Standard Disclaimer.

END COMMERCIAL BREAK

 * * *

Legions of depressed students filed out of the small classroom after the test 
was over. Kazuya and Yukio are caught somewhere in the middle.

"First one to let me through gets to tutor me for a week!" Yukio announced
to the crowd. Seconds later, the crowd was clear, except for three remaining 
girls -- Shimada Emi, Asagiri Maiko, and Moriyama Kyouko.

Kyouko looked back at the tall figure behind her, and then at the other boy. 
"Ka-zu-ya" her lips mouthed silently as she realized who he was. She made as 
if to approach him but suddenly blushed slightly and turned away again, 
failing to notice Maiko waving at her.  She moved out of sight into the 
crowd.  Maiko's gaze followed Kyouko intently.

Maiko: Sorry, Kazu-kun, but there's something I have to do just now. I'll
visit you later at ABCB, ok? Jaa ne!

Kazuya and Yukio: Jaa!

She determinedly headed off into the crowd in the same direction as Kyouko.

Kazuya realized too late that Maiko was in pursuit of the new student.

Kazuya: { Mai-chan acts like she knows that girl. I want to find out...
But I have to leave for work soon! }

Only one girl still walked in front of Yukio and Kazuya. About ten paces 
ahead, Shimada Emi clearly had no intention of yielding to anyone.

Yukio and Kazuya continued walking, lowering their voices to a whisper.

Yukio: Emi will never give chocolate to anyone. But Kazuya, your 
determination is really impressive.

Kazuya: That's why I made chocolate for _her_ this time.

Yukio: You made chocolate for her? Well, I suppose you could try it and 
see--

Yukio was interrupted by a snort coming from the other side of Kazuya. The 
owner of the snort replaced the handkerchief in his pocket and adjusted his 
other pocket protector.

Owner of the snort: Kasuga, you can't give in to Shimada-san by giving her 
chocolate! Then she'll just think you're weak-willed. Shimada-san hates 
weak-willed people.

Kazuya looked at the owner of the snort disdainfully. "Yeah? What do you 
suggest I do then, you stud?"

Owner of the snort: Well, I could teach you some really complex math 
algorithms that would impress her a lot. Like...^2Ax-Ax^2

Kazuya: Uhhh..... I'll pass.

Confused at Kazuya's refusal, the owner of the snort removed his glasses and
began polishing the lenses with his thumb. Yukio appeared to be in deep 
thought.

Yukio: He's right though, Kazuya. Skip the heart. Give her a katsu-sand or 
something that's less obvious.

Kazuya sighed as he thought of all the work it took him -- or Maiko, 
actually -- to make the chocolate heart.

Kazuya: I'm not sure I want to give her anything this time...

Yukio: Huh?  You've never given up this easily on Shimada before!

Kazuya: It's just... I don't know what to do....

Images of both lovely Emi and the stunningly beautiful new transfer student 
popped into his mind. The more he thought about them, the more confused he 
became.

Yukio: Stop daydreaming, Kazuya! [elbows him] Aren't you supposed to go
to work?

 * * *

Later that afternoon at the ABCB...

"*Irashaimase! Ah, Mai-chan, You're late today! I thought --"
[*trans: "Welcome"]

As he turned to face the entrance, Kazuya stopped midway through the sentence.

Just inside the doorway stood Kyouko, now dressed in a sweater over a
blouse, a long skirt, and boots. Maiko stood behind her, clad in her usual 
jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers.

"Mo- Moriyama-san. Hello!" Kazuya said in a failed attempt to speak boldly. 
Maiko couldn't help but laugh.

"Kazu-kun, this is my new friend Kyou-chan."

"O- Oh. Well, that was fast." Kazuya took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Maiko and Kyouko took their seats at the counter as Kazuya placed a menu in
front of them. "What would you like?" Kazuya said, continuing to breathe 
deeply.

Maiko looked at the menu and then looked at Kazuya. "I'll have hot chocolate."

"One hot chocolate coming... chotto," Kazuya says. "I'm not supposed to serve
hot chocolate on Valentine's Day."

Kazuya stole a glance at Kyouko... and realized she was staring directly at 
him with a huge smile on her face. He quickly turned back to Maiko.

Maiko: You don't have any hot chocolate at all?

Kazuya remembered the chocolate heart sitting in his bag in the back room. 

Kazuya: Well, actually, I think I can make some!

Kazuya started to walk away, then stopped. "Moriyama-san, what did you want 
to have?"

Kyouko's smile faded into momentary nervousness as she realized she had no 
idea what she wants. "I'll have whatever Maiko is having."

A flash of embarrassment crossed Maiko's face as she looked at Kyouko and 
then Kazuya.

"Okay, two... orders for hot chocolate!" Kazuya announced. 'I hope I have 
enough chocolate,' Kazuya thought to himself.

As Kazuya entered the back room, he could hear the two girls chatting as if 
they had been friends forever.  This left him more confused as he removed the 
heart from its foil wrapping and broke it into smaller pieces.

Kazuya placed the pieces of chocolate into a blender, then added some milk and
blended the ingredients into a rich potion. Then he poured it into a coffee 
flask and placed it on the burner to heat.

Kazuya moved to the cupboard and removed two cups from it. One was a 
Disneyland cup. The other was a plain red cup. Kazuya poured even amounts of 
hot chocolate into each cup, and placed them on a tray.

Then he removed a third cup. It was a slightly lighter red color than the last
cup, but the yellow trim made the red appear orange in the flourescent 
lighting. Kazuya poured the remaining hot chocolate into this cup.

Bringing the tray into the dining room, he set it down at the counter in front
of Maiko and Kyouko.

"Wow, Disneyland!"

Before anyone else could make an attempt, Maiko grabbed the Disneyland mug and

began sipping from it, leaving the dark red cup to Kyouko. Kazuya designated
the other cup for himself.

To Kazuya's relief, the hot chocolate tasted delicious.

"You made this?" Maiko exclaimed. "It's wonderful!!  ...for a change."

Kazuya replied with nothing but a faint smile. Then he returned to sipping the
chocolate Maiko herself had actually made.

Kazuya: Still, you normally don't make new friends this fast, Mai-chan.

Maiko: Oh, this isn't exactly a "new" friend.

Kazuya: Eh?

Kyouko: In fact, Maiko knew me once, long ago. So did...

Kyouko shyly gazed into her red cup, blushing slightly.

Kyouko: ...so did you, Kazu-kun.

Kazuya could only stare at her as he tried to compare his memory of the
cute little blonde girl who once played with him and Maiko with the
teenage beauty now sitting in front of him. The two girls looked at
each other and giggled.

After a short time of silence, Kazuya ruined the mood by choking on the hot 
chocolate. Because for a moment, he was sure he could see Kyouko's reflection 
in his cup.

 * * *

Fugawari Orange Street Episode 2 Credits        |
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                                   Lead Writer: | Jeoff Wilks 
                            Additional Writing: | Paolo Valladolid 
                                                | Greg Dreher 
                                                | Matsumoto Izumi-sensei* 
                       Editing and Pre-Reading: | Tony Chen
                                                | Greg Dreher
                                                | Daniel Lee
                                                | Paolo Valladolid
                                                | Jeoff Wilks
 This series would not exist if it weren't for: | Matsumoto Izumi-sama
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*Note: Flashback scene from Kimagure Orange Road manga story "The Valentine
Kid"