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 authors, for this episode [email-masked] and
[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 approximately 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.

Fugawari Orange Street is based on the characters and situations of
Kimagure Orange Road, created by and copyright of Izumi Matsumoto; new
characters and situations created by and copyright of Tony Chen, Greg
Dreher, Daniel Lee, Paolo Valladolid, and Jeoff Wilks.  Episode text
copyright of Paolo Valladolid and Greg Dreher.  Any use of copyrighted or 
trademarked material should not be construed as a challenge to these 
statuses.

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Episode 10
"Melodious Madness!  Giving the gift of music...."

Akane clasped her hands to her ears as she traveled through the kitchen.  
She had to step carefully among the numerous pots, pans, and lids her 
four year-old brother had strewn about the floor.  Kazuya, for his part, 
was merrily banging away on the shiny metal, creating the most dissonant 
sound Akane had ever heard.

Retreating into the living room, Akane found her mother clutching her 
head as she tried to pay attention to the TV.  "Akane, I hope Kazuya 
grows out of this phase soon," she said.  Akane nodded in agreement, 
wincing at the pain even that small head movement caused.

* * * * *

Akane opened the door to her family's home and was surprised to see their 
kitten Tera run out between her legs.  Akane soon saw that Tera was being 
chased by Kazuya, who was brandishing a saucepan and a metal ladle and 
banging the two together.  Tera issued a feeble hiss as Kazuya ran into 
Akane's legs.

Akane pushed Kazuya back inside.  She saw a cute little brunette peeking 
around the corner, waiting for Kazuya.  Kazuya yelled, "Mai-chan!  Let's 
play our new song!" and ran to meet Maiko in the kitchen.

Akane entered the living room to find her mother lying on the couch, a 
wet rag on her forehead.  "They've been at it all morning," she moaned to 
Akane.

"Not only has he not outgrown it, he's brought along a friend." Akane 
observed, not helping matters at all.

"I don't think I can last much longer.  And I thought you were terrible as 
a child."

"Okaasan!" Akane complained.  Just then, the doorbell rang.  Akane opened
the door to find a cute little blonde, who returned Akane's gaze with a
cheerful smile. It was Kazuya's other playmate, Kyouko. 

Kyouko: Hi!

Akane barely nodded wearily before Kyouko dashed past her, shouting,
"Mai-chan!  I know you're here!  No fair keeping the fun all to yourself!"

* * * * *

"I think we've found the solution!" Mom said to Akane as Dad brought a 
large gift-wrapped box to the kitchen table.  Kazuya, wearing a paper hat 
identifying him as the birthday boy, beamed excitedly at seeing such a 
large box being brought in front of him.

"Happy 6th Birthday, Kazuya!" the nine accumulated family members 
exclaimed.  Kazuya grinned and tore open the large box.  He looked
quizzically at the box, which pictured a Casiotone keyboard.

"We thought you needed some real musical experience, Kazuya," Akane said, 
unable to contain a smile.  "And Madoka-chan is offering to give you 
keyboard lessons!"  Kyousuke looked a bit worried at Akane's way of 
referring to the woman he now thought of as his girlfriend.

* * * * *

Akane's blissful Sunday sleep was interrupted by a shrill sound coming 
from her brother's room.  She got up and, still groggy, went down the 
hall and pushed open the door to Kazuya's bedroom.  She saw him pressing 
some keys on what looked like it might have been the keyboard he had 
gotten three weeks ago.  Wires and various electronic components were 
coming out of the keyboard's plastic case, and a strange sculptured 
funnel of sheet metal surrounded the speaker, distorting the sound into 
what assaulted Akane's senses.

"KAZUYA, I WANT TO SLEEP!" Akane yelled over the dissonant sound.  Kazuya 
grinned impishly and pressed the furthest right key, causing the most 
shrill sound Akane had ever heard to fill his room.  Akane resisted the 
urge to throttle Kazuya and left his room, slamming the door as she left.
She suddenly stopped as an idea popped in her head.  She smirked as she
reopened the door, using her Power to assume the appearance of their mother.  
Kazuya stopped playing his contraption as his eyes widened.

Kazuya: O-Okaasan!

Akane: Young man, why are you tormenting your dear sister again?  Cease 
this racket this instant!

Kazuya: H-Hai!

Akane: For your punishment, no keyboard playing for a week!

Akane triumphantly marched over to the noise-making contraption and unplugged
the mutant keyboard, tucking it safely under her arm.  She had turned to face 
the doorway when she gasped.  In the doorway stood the real Mrs. Kasuga.  
As Kazuya's eyes vacillated between the two Mrs. Kasugas, Kazuya became 
filled with indignant rage.

Kazuya: Oneechan!  Give me back my keyboard!

Mrs. Kasuga:  Let me have it, Akane.

Kazuya: Okaasan?

Mrs. Kasuga:  From now on, when I go to sleep, I take the keyboard with
me into our bedroom.  During waking hours, you may ask permission to play
your keyboard.

Returning to her natural appearance, Akane smiled smugly as Kazuya groaned.

* * * * *

"Che, you listen to this wimpy stuff?!?"

10-year-old Kazuya held up a Wada Kanako CD case as he smirked at his older 
cousin Kyousuke.  They were relaxing in Kyousuke's college dormitory as
Wada Kanako's voice crooned from Kyousuke's bookshelf stereo speakers.

Kyousuke: You can think what you want.  It has some songs that are special
to Madoka and me.

Kazuya: But the music is so boring!

Kyousuke: You'll understand when you get older.  As I see it, you're already
well on your way with your two girlfriends.

Kazuya: Kyou-chan moved away a couple of years ago, so.... Hey!  What are 
you talking about?!?  Mai-chan is just....

Kyousuke: [laughing] Madoka and I were "just friends" too for over three
years!

Feeling increasingly less comfortable with the current direction of the
conversation, Kazuya abruptly changed the subject.  He held up a cassette.

Kazuya: What's this?

Kyousuke: That's a tape of the Boredoms.  Ever since Madoka started college,
she's been getting into some pretty weird music.  Must be the influence of
the university music department.  I don't know why she wants to see this
band live; their music just sounds like random noise to me! 

Kazuya: At least it will be more interesting than the yucky, mushy stuff 
you've got playing now on your stereo.  Bring on the Boredoms!

Kyousuke: Okay... but don't come crying to me if you get a headache!

He stopped the Wada Kanako CD and popped in the Boredoms cassette.  What
poured out of the speakers next was the evil opposite of the music that had
been playing before.  Guitar and what sounded like a horn and other 
instruments competed for sonic space with screaming voices.  Kazuya 
momentarily froze, wide-eyed, before bursting out in laughter.

Kyousuke: What's so funny?

Kazuya: This is fantastic!  I love it!  I wanna see this band!

Kyousuke: No way!  Not with the rough crowd...

Kazuya: ...and you wouldn't get to be alone with Madoka-neechan!

Kyousuke: {Damn kid, reading my mind....}

Kazuya: {Maybe I'll tell Madoka about your dirty thoughts!}

Kyousuke: {Blackmailer!} 

Kazuya: {Then you'll take me with you!}

* * * * *

After the concert, Kyousuke and Madoka, having left the concert venue, were
contendedly walking down the street, with Kazuya tagging along after them.
Madoka was actually the more content of the two, having actually derived
pleasure and edification from the raucous music.  Kyousuke was just happy
for the relief from the sonic assault.

Kazuya: Man, that was a great concert!  Everyone was cool... but I really
liked the one who was making the really strange noises.  What instrument
was he playing?

Madoka: It was an electric guitar.

Kazuya: Wow.... Electric guitar looks like a really fun instrument to play!

Kyousuke: Are you still playing your keyboard?

Kazuya: Nah... it's _boring_.  Not cool like electric guitar.

Madoka: Well, you did seem pretty bored when I gave you the last music lesson.

Something caught Kazuya's eye as the threesome passed by a pawn shop. 
There in the window was a candy-apple-red Tokai Stratocaster-copy electric 
guitar.  Madoka smiled as she watched Kazuya stare wide-eyed at the guitar 
through the shop window.  Her eyes met Kyousuke's as the two silently nodded.

* * * * *

Kyousuke set down a fairly large gift-wrapped package in front of Kazuya.
"Our birthday gift to you," he announced cheerfully, "from Manami, Kurumi, 
and myself."

Kazuya: Just one gift from the three of you?

Kurumi: Don't be greedy, Kazuya! 

Manami: We pooled our money to buy this for you.

Kazuya ripped away the gift wrap.  His eyes lit up with hope when he found
an electric guitar case underneath the wrap.  His hands trembled with
excitement as he opened the case.  Inside lay the candy-apple red Tokai
Strat guitar he had been drooling over!

"Now its my turn," said Madoka as she set her gift in front of Kazuya. 
As before, he shredded the gift wrap to uncover a box.  Inside the box
was... a Fender Champ guitar amplifier!

Madoka: It looks small, and it's only 15 watts... [winks conspiratorially]
but it can be pretty loud! 

Akane: Does this mean you're going to stop torturing me with that damn
keyboard of yours?

Kazuya: Torture?!?  Don't you realize how lucky you are to have a brother who
is a prodigy? 

Akane: Why you-!

Their father, who had been watching from the background as his nieces and 
nephew gave Kazuya his gifts, stepped into the looming confrontation, 
looking sternly at both Akane and Kazuya.

Mr. Kasuga: I don't want fighting on Kazuya's birthday.  Do you want me to
tell your mother?

Akane and Kazuya: Gomen nasai, Otousan!*
*I'm sorry, Father!

They both gulped as they glanced at the kitchen door, behind which was sure
to be their mother, hard at work on the birthday cake.  She could be so 
easy to set off after working in the kitchen for hours....
 
* * * * *

A loud noise coursed through the kitchen of Kazuya's home, followed by a 
loud *THUMP* as a surprised Tera slipped and fell off of her perch atop the 
refrigerator.  Kazuya's mom found herself again clutching her head.

"Akane, you handle this!" Mrs. Kasuga screamed to Akane over the racket.  She 
then ran out the front door of their house, leaving Akane, confused and in 
pain, standing in the living room.

Akane pushed her hands to her ears even tighter and proceeded down the 
hallway towards Kazuya's room.  She kicked open the door, which had been 
slightly ajar, to see Kazuya grinning as he rapidly ran a guitar pick 
over the strings of his electric guitar.  Proudly bearing a romanji 
letter "K", the guitar was attached to just about every piece of 
electronic musical equipment in his room, with every volume dial set to 
maximum.

"KAZUYA, JUST STOP THAT!!!"

Surprisingly, Kazuya stopped.  "Neechan, I'm sorry!"

"Huh?" Akane thought to herself.  "Did he actually express remorse for 
annoying me?"

"Neechan, could you come look at this?" Kazuya asked.

"Look at what?" Akane inquired, moving towards Kazuya and his mass of 
musical equipment.

Kazuya grinned as he watched Akane move closer, closer, closer to the 
main amplifier.  Once she came close enough, Kazuya quickly strummed the 
guitar.

The sonic blast nearly deafened Akane.  "I GIVE UP!" Akane yelled as she 
fled Kazuya's room.  She slammed the door, then brightened as an idea
popped into her mind.  Once again, she reentered the bedroom, this time in 
the form of Mrs. Kasuga.

Kazuya: What's up, Oneechan?

Akane: Is that any way to address your mother?

Kazuya: [Waves dismissively] Give it up, Oneechan!  I just watched Okaasan
walk out of the house!

* * * * *

Several days later, Mrs. Kasuga and Akane had had enough of the racket.
Nearly driven insane by the merciless sonic assault, they both marched
into Kazuya's bedroom to deliver an ultimatum.  Kazuya, still busy trying
various effects with his electric guitar, did not hear them at first.
Annoyed, Mrs. Kasuga used her Power to cut off electricity to the electric
guitar and amplifier.  The sudden silence surprised Kazuya.

Kazuya: O-okaasan.

Mrs. Kasuga: Kazuya, starting from now, you will stop playing that infernal
guitar and start taking music lessons!

Kazuya: But Okaasan, I'm doing good enough on my own!

Akane & Mrs. Kasuga: No, you are not!

Kazuya: Can I get heavy metal guitar lessons then?

Mrs. Kasuga: <shaking her head> No.  You will not play that guitar again.
You can choose some other instruments.  Something quieter.

Akane: _Much_ quieter.

* * * * *

Akane, having stopped by while on break from running her dating service, 
contentedly sipped tea and munched fruit and crackers with her mother.  
Meanwhile, the sound of bass guitar, bongos, and saxophone serenaded them 
from somewhere else in the house.

Akane: I still can't believe my brother is actually playing _listenable_
music for a change.

Mrs. Kasuga: If Madoka-san hadn't convinced me to let him play bass after
those disasters with the kitchenware, the mutant keyboard, and the electric
guitar, he wouldn't be playing music at all!

Akane: He wouldn't be breathing at all!

Mrs. Kasuga: Akane!

Akane: Sorry! [Listening closer to the music] Is that Madoka-chan on 
saxophone?

After seeing her mother's nod, Akane ventured into the living room.  Sure
enough, it was Madoka, at 25 still as beautiful as ever, improvising
variations on Ornette Coleman's "Lonely Woman" on sax with the rhythm section
of Kazuya on bass guitar and Maiko on bongos.  Shortly after Akane's 
entrance, Madoka signaled to end the jam session.

Madoka: Well done!  See?  I told you the key to playing jazz is doing a lot
of listening.

Kazuya: I guess I was intimidated by all those chord progressions--they
seemed more complicated than the rock and punk bass lines I've been used
to playing.  Mai-chan has it so easy, not having to worry about notes....

Maiko: [Glares] Playing percussion is harder than you think!

Madoka: In any case, both you have good ears now!  I know you guys preferred 
playing only rock and punk before, but I feel bass players and percussionists
should know lots of styles.

Kazuya: That's why you made us play along with all kinds of tapes and CDs....

Maiko: The taiko* CD was fun... and the salsa tapes too... and the Meters....
*huge Japanese percussion instrument, played with huge mallets

Madoka: Glad you liked them!  Now the next step is to play with other people.
Unfortunately, I can't jam with you all the time, so....

COMMERCIAL BREAK

[Screen shot of Ranma Saotome on a black background]

Ranma: People keep asking me, "How does it feel to be Ranma Saotome?"

[The screen quickly flashes scenes of Ranma being pounded by Akane, 
Kunou, Ryouga, Shampoo....]

Ranma: Frankly, it hurts.  That's why I'm glad there's Advil.  For the 
toughest pain, more doctors recommend Advil.  So, for the pain that comes 
from just being me...

[The screen flashes scenes of Ranma fighting Kodachi, Ukyou, and 
countless martial-artists-of-the-week.]

Ranma: Advil's the one.

[Product shot]

Announcer: Advil.  Advanced medicine for pain.

END COMMERCIAL BREAK

Hayakawa's face on the television screen tried to remain impassive.  But
as students began to giggle over the latest news program glitch, his face 
gradually registered less and less patience with the failure to switch
to the next scene.

Hayakawa: Once AGAIN, we will now go the scene with Matsura Kimiko.

Finally, Matsura's face replaced Hayakawa's.

Matsura: This year's Cherry Blossom Festival once again looks to be an
exciting one, especially with a brand new band that will be organized by
our Student Body President Shimada Emi.  

Suddenly Emi's face appeared on the screen.

Emi: Anyone who is interested in participating in this year's band please
see me ASAP or drop off a note at my office at Room....

Phil glanced at Kyouko and smiled.  Maiko and Kazuya glanced at each other
as Madoka's voice rang in both of their heads. 

"The next step is to play with other people."

* * * * *
After class, Kyouko's eyes widened as Phil's hand grabbed hers.  Phil
tugged her after him in pursuit of Emi.  "He's making a move on her now!"
Kazuya thought as his eyes followed them.  He abruptly dashed out the
school gates towards work.

Maiko: Kazu-  {What's the matter with him?}

She turned toward Kyouko, only to see her following Phil in Emi's direction.
Not desiring the pleasure of Emi's company, she decided to walk home alone.

Meanwhile, Phil had easily caught up to Emi.  His tall frame was one of 
the few which could draw attention away from Emi's presence.

Phil: Shimada-san!  I'd be interested in joining your band!

Emi: [brightening] Really?  What instrument can you play?

Phil: I play drums.  And I happen to know the finest keyboard player in 
Kouryou High!

Kyouko: [Running to catch up] Phil!

Emi: Who?

Phil grinned as he placed a hand on Kyouko's shoulder.

Phil: The great Moriyama Kyouko!

Kyouko: Phil!  I can't believe this....

She blushed and abruptly started walking quickly towards the school gates
as Emi watched her retreat in puzzlement.  A recurring memory of finding
a bouquet of flowers on the front doorstep of her old house in America
played itself in Kyouko's mind.

Phil: Don't worry, I'll change her mind!

Phil ran after Kyouko as Emi smiled.

"I must have him working for me," Emi thought, several machinations 
beginning to form in her head.

* * * * *

Kazuya heard the front door of Abcb open and began to turn to face the 
door.  He smiled when he saw Kyouko entering.  "Irrashai..." cried Kazuya 
cheerfully in greeting,  but his enthusiastic cry quickly turned to a 
murmur, "...mase," as he saw Phil enter behind her.  Both were still 
dressed in their school uniforms.

Kazuya: Konbanwa, Kyouko-san, Firu!

Kyouko: K-Konbanwa...

Phil: Konbanwa!

"She looks a little withdrawn," Kazuya thought as he approached the table
at which the two of them had seated themselves.  He looked at the apparent 
trepidation on Kyouko's face, which was in contrast to Phil's cheerful 
demeanor.  "I wonder what's on her mind...." 

Kazuya: What can I get for you?

Phil: Kyouko, what would you like? [Noticing Kyouko is still somewhat
out of it] Kyouko?  Kyouko...?

Kyouko: [finally noticing Phil calling her] Oh!  Sorry.... I'll have 
whatever you're having.

Phil: Two espressos with extra cream, please.

After jotting down Phil's order, Kazuya went back behind the main counter
to prepare the espressos.  Meanwhile, Phil continued his attempts to settle
matters with Kyouko.

Phil: Kyouko, I'm really sorry about this.  I didn't think you would be
upset by being volunteered for Emi's band.

Kyouko: You have to understand, Phil, it's been a while since I've played
in public.  I'm just not ready to do it again right now.

Kyouko turned her gaze, looking down at her hands as she rubbed them
together anxiously.

Kyouko: What if it happened again? 

Phil: What do you... You don't mean... That was in junior high!

Kyouko: Even so, I can't play in public again...

She suddenly found her hands being grasped by Phil.  Phil was looking in 
her eyes, but she just gazed at their hands as Phil began to speak.

Phil: |Kyouko, you're one of the most incredible musicians with whom I've
ever had the pleasure of playing.  I *know* you are better qualified than
anyone else to handle the keyboards in Emi's band.  It would be a tragedy
if your talent were never to be appreciated by others! Please tell me you'll
at least give it some more thought.|

Kyouko: Anou...* |I... I don't....|
*Ummm...

Phil: Onegai, Moriyama-san!

Kyouko: Okay... okay... I'll give it some thought. [Chuckling] You know, 
you don't plead very well.

Kazuya approached their table with the espressos.  He nearly dropped his
tray when he noticed Phil holding Kyouko's hands.  Without a word, he set
Kyouko's espresso in front of her gently then struggled not to smash Phil's
espresso against the table.  Phil's espresso shook as Kazuya set it down,
his hand trembling with rage.  Kazuya left their table, again without a 
word, as he thought "Damn... too late to put an extra helping of salt in 
his drink."  He immediately chided himself for this momentary regression 
into prankster mode. 

Blissfully unaware of Kazuya's inner torment, Phil released Kyouko's hands
as the two continued conversing.  "I wonder what romantic interludes 
they're planning now," Kazuya thought, standing behind the counter.  He 
slowly washed dishes, trying not to make any unnecessary splashing 
noises which might obscure their words.  Unfortunately for Kazuya, Phil 
frequently lapsed into English, which he probably wouldn't have been 
able to understand even if he were standing right next to them.  Even
telepathy wouldn't help him here, he thought.

After they finished their drinks, Kyouko and Phil exchanged farewells 
with Kazuya and departed the premises.  When Kazuya went to collect the cups 
they had used, he noticed a notebook lying on the table.  Written on the 
cover was "Music" and Kyouko's full name, both in kanji.  As he leafed 
through the pages, he found written on them what looked like sketches of 
music, both in the form of standard notation and in the form of chord charts. 

Kazuya: {Well, looks like I better stop by Kyouko's house after I get
off work and return this notebook.}

He tried not to think about the possibility of Phil being there as well
as he continued to work, but found himself constantly distracted by this 
anxiety.

* * * * *

Later, as Kazuya approached Kyouko's house, he heard the sound of 
synthesizers, percussion, and various sounds of an electronic nature
orchestrated together in an intricate arrangement.  When he rang the
doorbell, he heard Kyouko's voice shout "Hang on, Phil!"

"So he is here!" Kazuya thought angrily as the music suddenly stopped.  
"Well, whatever they're doing is probably none of my business.... I'll 
just drop off this notebook and...." 

Kazuya's thoughts were interrupted as Kyouko opened the door.  "Kazu-kun!"
she exclaimed in surprise.  Phil sat in the living room with a pair of
drumsticks.  Next to Kyouko's white baby grand piano stood a pair of 
keyboards, a laptop computer, and various electronic boxes all mounted
on stands.  In front of Phil stood what looked like a small tabletop
with wires plugged into it. 

Kazuya: Hi... I was just here to drop off....

Kyouko: [Noticing the notebook] Oh!  I was wondering where I left my 
notebook!  I've been so out of it ever since Phil.... [Briefly glares at 
Phil, who grins sheepishly]

Kazuya: [Gives Phil a wicked look] What did he do!? 

Kyouko: He volunteered me to play keyboards in Shimada's band without asking
me first!

Kazuya: Oh.... [sighs with relief] So are you going to join the band?

"I don't know...." was Kyouko's reply as she dropped her gaze to the floor. 

Phil: Kyouko, I'd like to hear the rest of your composition.

Kyouko: Oh!  Gomen, Phil. 

The music resumed as Kyouko hit a button on the laptop.  Against the
already complex computer-sequenced music, Phil improvised a rhythm in
11/8 time.  Kazuya realized what he thought was a tabletop in front of
Phil was actually an electronic percussion instrument with a rubber playing
surface divided into 10 pads.  In addition, Phil manipulated with his feet
various pedals wired to his instrument.  Kazuya couldn't help but be 
impressed with the realism of some of the electronically generated drum and 
percussion sounds Phil was producing.

Figuring out what Kyouko was doing was more difficult for Kazuya.  She
appeared to be twisting knobs and sliding faders on her keyboards and
electronic boxes, adding a more lifelike, less predictable quality to
the computer-generated music as some sonic textures faded in and out of
the mix while others mutated into new timbres.  

Presently, the music settled into a more orderly, predictable state, with
enough of a groove to get Kazuya's toe tapping.  Kyouko turned to the
piano and improvised on it with stunning virtuosity, engaging in musical
dialogue with Phil.

Finally, the computer sequence ran its course, finishing with a dramatic 
chord stab, followed by improvised flourishes by Kyouko and Phil on their
instruments.  An impressed Kazuya could not help but applaud as Kyouko
blushed and Phil bowed grandly.  

* * * * *

Mrs. Moriyama smiled as she admonished Kyouko and the two boys to help
themselves from a large platter of cookies.  "Don't be bashful!"

Phil: I love your homemade cookies, Okaasan!  I really missed them after
you moved back to Japan! 

Kazuya: [Confused] {"Okaasan?"}

Kyouko: [Noticing Kazuya's confusion] Phil's parents and my parents have been
business associates and friends for a long time.

Kazuya: Oh.... So for the past few days, the two of you have been working on 
music?

Phil: Yes, but it has nothing to do with Emi.

Kyouko: Phil and I used to play a lot together, mostly in the school 
orchestra and in jazz combos.  

Phil: Then I and some other friends got her interested in electronic music!
I still have a sizeable collection of tapes that we recorded together.

Kazuya: Wow, I didn't know you were a songwriter, Kyouko-san!

Kyouko: Not really.  I've never tried writing lyrics and I... can't sing.

Phil: [smiling at Kyouko] Sure you can! [Turning back to Kazuya] We recorded
all kinds of electronic instrumentals; from tightly arranged compositions
to totally freeform improvisations to something in between like what you
heard tonight.  Kyouko is fun to work with because she's so creative! That's 
why I brought my drumKat with me when I came to Japan!

Kazuya: "drumKat?"  That thing you were playing?

Phil: N!*  When I found out I'd be coming here as an exchange student, I
really looked forward to making music with Kyouko again.
*Uh-huh!

After finishing off several sugar cookies, Phil packed away his drumKat and 
bade Kyouko and Kazuya farewell for the evening.  As Kyouko powered off her 
keyboards and other electronic gear, Kazuya fooled around with the 
piano.  When Kyouko was done, Kazuya stopped and turned to her.

Kazuya: Mind if I hear you play one more time?

Kyouko: [smiles] Okay, but only because this is a special request!

Kazuya moved off the piano bench to make room for Kyouko as she took her
place in front of the piano.  He recognized the piece she had begun to play
as Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.  As Kyouko's hands glided over the keyboard,
Kazuya was again struck by the gentle grace of her movements.  Her fingers
danced over the keys with little apparent effort.  After she finished the 
piece, she turned and smiled at Kazuya.

Kazuya: K-Kyouko-san....

Kyouko: Hai?*
*Yes?

Kazuya: Why don't you want to play in front of an audience anymore?

Kyouko: [smile fading] The last time I did, I... someone...

Kazuya: You were attacked?!?

Kyouko: No... He left flowers for me in front of my house... He wrote
love letters... It was sweet at first, but he...

Her voice started to tremble as she shuddered at the memory.

Kyouko: Wherever I went, he seemed to be there.  He followed me everywhere.

Kazuya: Was he a friend?

Kazuya wore a dark expression as he imagined Phil terrorizing Kyouko.

Kyouko: No, we didn't even know each other.  He wouldn't speak to me, just
kept following me around. It was driving me... [shakes]

Kyouko's eyes widened with surprise as Kazuya seized her hands.  She
blushed as her eyes met his intense gaze.

Kazuya: Whatever happened before... I won't let it happen again! Please 
join the band, Kyouko-san!

Kyouko: A-A-Anou....*
*Uh-ummm....

Kazuya: It would mean a lot to me, Kyouko-san! [blushes fiercely]

Kyouko: K-Kazuya....

Kazuya: Remember, I promised to protect you!  

Before he even realized it, Kazuya was drawing his face closer to Kyouko's
as her lovely face turned a cute shade of red.  His own heart began
to beat thunderously.

<doki Doki! DOKI!! DOKI!!!>*

*Heartbeat sounds

Kazuya suddenly released Kyouko's hands and jumped away from Kyouko at the 
sound of her mother's voice, nearly tripping over the living room table
in the process.

Mrs. Moriyama: Ah, you're still here, Kasuga-kun....

Kazuya: [scratching back of head] Ha ha ha... not for long!  I'd better get 
going!  Thanks for the snack, Mrs. Moriyama! 

He turned to a visibly uneasy Kyouko, who immediately turned her eyes away 
from him. 

Kazuya: As I was saying, I think you should consider joining Shimada's band.
It would be a great opportunity for a lot of people to appreciate your
talent!  Jaa ne*, Kyouko-san!
*See ya

Kazuya quickly left the house as Mrs. Moriyama turned to face a nervous 
Kyouko.  She glared sternly at her.

Mrs. Moriyama: I saw it, Kyouko.

Kyouko: Okaasan, we didn't do anything!

Mrs. Moriyama: You know how your father feels about you having a boyfriend!
You're lucky he had to work late tonight!

Kyouko: Kazuya is just a friend, Okaasan!  I swear it! 

Mrs. Moriyama: [face softens] I won't tell your father what I saw.  You've
grown into a very pretty young lady; of course boys would be attracted
to you.  But don't forget... your studies are more important than boys! 

* * * * *

The next day, both Kyouko and Maiko arrived to class early.  They stopped 
to chat just outside the doors to their classroom.

Maiko: Ehhh?  You'll be joining Emi's band?

Kyouko: [blushes] I was sort of... talked into it.

Maiko: Having to work with Shimada... you have my sympathies....

"I heard that!!"

The two girls turned to see Emi approach the classroom.  Kyouko could have
sworn she saw a miniature bolt of electricity appearing between Emi's eyes
and Maiko's.

Emi: Anyway, the band is far from complete.  We need a bass player and
a singer, at the very minimum!  Another keyboardist and a percussionist 
would also be good.

Maiko: I know a bass player... Kazuya!

Emi: Really?  Can he really play? 

Maiko: N!*
*Uh-huh!

Emi: {He won't say no to me, that's for sure!} [Smiles smugly] Okay, so now
we just need a singer.

Maiko: Why don't you sing?  After all, you've got a loud enough mouth.

Emi: [Gritting her teeth] {If I lose control now, I'll jeopardize my 
credibility as Student Body President and festival coordinator!} I'll be 
busy playing violin.... [Sees Kazuya approaching the classroom] Ah, 
Kasuga-kun!

Kazuya: Ohayou!*
*Good morning!

Emi: As you know, I'm organizing a band.  I've been told you play bass. 
I'd like to ask you to join... but....

Kazuya: {Work with both Emi and Kyouko?  Of course!!} Sure! But I'd like
Mai-chan to be a part of this band too!

Emi's eyes first widened, then narrowed as they fell on Maiko.

Emi: So what do you play?

Maiko: I've played percussion in a lot of rhythm sessions with Kazuya.  
And you _did_ say you wanted a percussionist!

For a brief moment, Emi's face showed the slightest hint of defeat.  
Then, her characteristic smug smile came back as she looked at Maiko.

Emi: Before you join, I want you and Kasuga-kun to sign a contract!

Kazuya: Why?

Emi: [Turning to Kazuya] After falling for your--and Asagiri's--schemes in 
the past, I have no assurance that your joining as a bass player isn't a 
prelude to some grand new practical joke.  Don't think I've forgotten that 
time you disguised yourself as a prince from the Tonga Islands and 
tricked me into buying you an expensive dinner!

As Maiko started to laugh, joining Kazuya's snickering and Kyouko's 
giggling, Emi turned to Maiko.

Emi: And YOU... dressing up as his aide!

Maiko: I have to admit, the dinner tasted great! [Laughs some more]

Kazuya: I eventually paid you back for that dinner, didn't I?

Emi: [Facing Kazuya again] Only after I complained to your parents!

Kazuya: {I had to get that job in the first place to pay off that debt!}

Emi: So, as you can understand, I need to draw up this contract to cover 
myself!

Maiko: Hey, I thought you trusted him!  You made him your campaign manager, 
didn't you?

Emi: Well, Asagiri, I've had good luck working with just Kasuga-kun.  But
the two of you together... that's asking for trouble!  I have no guarantee
that your influence will not tempt Kasuga-kun into the evil ways of the
past!

Maiko: Go on, Kazu-kun!  Let's just sign whatever stupid contract she
draws up!

Kazuya: Oh, alright... although I insist that it isn't necessary, since as 
my best friend Maiko, knows how I feel about you....

"Hmph!" Emi interjected in an attempt to disregard Kazuya's words.  However,
her failure to truly do so was reflected in the reddening of her cheeks.
 
Kazuya: She wouldn't... [Glances at Kyouko, whose smile had suddenly 
vanished] um... I mean....

Emi: Whatever.  I'll type up the contract and have you two sign it later.

Noticing that Furuyama-sensei was approaching the classroom, the five
bandmates hurried inside and too their seats. Smiling, Kazuya counted
the day a success.  He had a chance to be close to Emi and Kyouko and he
hoped Emi and Maiko wouldn't dislike each other as much if they spend some
time together.  He looked at Emi, hoping she will glance his way, but Emi
was paying full attention to Furuyama-sensei's lessons.  After a while,
he gave up, and let his eyes wander to Kyouko.  A sudden movement caught
his eyes.  Kyouko was looking at him, but she quickly turned away.  "Is it
my imagination, or did she actually look sad?" he thought.  "Me and my big
mouth...."

Fugawari Orange Street Episode 10 Credits       | Release Date: 5/15/96
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                                  Lead writers: | Paolo Valladolid
                                                | Greg Dreher
                            Additional writing: | Tony Chen
                       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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