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Fanfic: Kenka Matsuri
Chapter: The cursed bathhouse
KENKA MATSURI
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Hello everyone ^^
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I want to clarify the formalities here as the first time, because otherwise I'm guaranteed to forget it later, aaaalso:
This is a completely new fanfiction, so please note the legal notice or disclaimer given below ^ o ^ (you know what's coming ...) Of course, I also need support, that is, please, please, please REVIEWED me, so that I know how and where I can improve!
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1. Zelda, of course, belongs to Nintendo, and therefore all of the related characters.
2. All other characters in the story (most of which are presented in this chapter) belong to me.
3. ~ IMPORTANT ~ I'm still looking for a beta reader !!! If you are interested, PLEASE contact us!
4. Don't get impatient ^ o ^ the first chapter deals with a bit of history, of course, because without it it`s not possible, but I can promise that the story will get going very quickly afterwards.#####
All right, that's it in formal matters! So this is where I've been reporting for a long time! I just got back more or less recovered from my vacation, and now I continue to write to all of my ffs with strength, drive and spirit of enterprise! ..... {silence} ..... hharrgh! Well, let's leave that out with strength and zest for action, ...
(- that's more for the dear hero of my story -)
... and concentrate on the essentials: ~ Continue writing FFs ~ ... Yup! That's a compromise! The green pointed hat does the dirty work and I write the stories, a good deal! Huuaahahahaha! * maniaclaugh *
[Incidentally, in my opinion he is the only one who manages to wear long johns and still look manly ... ^ o ^ ... Ohohoho! Yeah, everyone succumbs to his blue-eyed blonde magic at some point, but that doesn't matter because we ff-writers BENEFIT from it ..... MHUUAHAHAHAHA! * psychotic laugh *]Ahem, back to the topic! Well, but fast, fast!
Here comes Chapter 1 (I really hope someone reads it, and maybe someone even likes it * hope * ^^)
But let's go!
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Chapter 1: The Cursed Bathhouse
"... And that means: X is two thirds! You see, the derivation for this term is made on the same basis ..."
Chiyo suppressed a yawn. It was ten past two on Wednesday - which meant she had exactly five minutes to do math before she was finally released. And for half an hour she hadn't been able to concentrate in the least. Not that it would have been much better before, but then at least she was able to pretend she was listening intently to Mr. Ahrndorff's lectures, now she was no longer able to do so. A look around showed her that she wasn't the only one feeling this way.
Directly in front of her, Mark had his book upright in front of his head, which he had placed on the table.Chiyo thought he could hear him snoring softly. To her left sat Andy, one of the most ambitious students - he had put his face in his hands and was staring with dull eyes in the direction of the teacher's desk. And on her other side, her friend Maya had apparently fallen into a kind of waking coma, she sat with drooping jaw and transfigured eyes in her seat and stared out the window. And in the back of the room there was apparently a discussion going on about some football results. It was like falling asleep! Of course, Mr. Ahrndorff was not in the least bothered by the scant attention of his students, the idea that his complicated explanations and winding diagrams could not attract everyone `` for illustration '' seemed far from him.
Chiyo yawned as slowly as possible and then tried to stretch inconspicuously. Then she risked a look at the clock. Immediately fifteen after - Well, finally!"... as it becomes clear here, is the basis of many far more complicated calculations -"
The class did not find out what exactly was the basis for what, because it was saved by the doorbell at that very moment. Multiple sighs of relief became loud, and Maya - apparently awakened quite abruptly from her coma-like state - turned to Chiyo with a grin.
"I thought this lesson would never end!"
Chiyo grinned back. "You didn't look like you got a lot of the lesson with ..."
"That was wrong, I was totally into it!"
"Really? I was more like - Oh man, what does he want now?"
Herr Ahrndorff had suddenly started talking again, a little louder than his usual monotonous - and rather drowsy - singsong to drown out the restlessness of the crowd of students who had set out. "For homework, please do the tasks on page seventy-three in the book, as in the example on the blackboard - if you have paid attention, you shouldn't have any problems with it -"His words turned the relieved sigh of his students into an indignant groan and wiped the grin from Maya's face. Chiyo didn't care - this was her last day of school here!
On the way out, Maya loudly complained about Mr. Ahrndorff.
"At the last minute, as always! The doorbell rang, I think I'm going to emigrate with you, then at least I don't have to do these stupid tasks - it's corrosive!"
"We're not emigrating, we're moving." replied Chiyo, feeling that slight nervousness rise again, which had begun to work its way through her insides during the past few days.
"Emigrating, moving - what's the difference, you are moving to another country! The fact is: you will be quite far away very soon! When does your plane leave again tomorrow morning? What time?"
"Eight thirty ... and that means we have to be at the airport by half past six, I think I'm going crazy!"Chiyo sighed and rubbed his tense neck. At least that's how it always went before, when we visited my father's family for a few weeks on vacation - it was always stressful! My mother is more or less every time freaked out because she never knew what to take with her and what not, and what she should leave because it could offend Daddy's family, and so on ... She has always had her problems with Japanese etiquette , and let yourself be intimidated by it even now! "
"Funny actually, your parents have been married for over twenty years." Maya said surprised.
"Well, it's not that straightforward. The rules of behavior in a normal household alone are tough for a foreigner. My sister and I more or less grew up with it, with the regular visits to my grandfather and my uncle, but when my mother met my father, she was already an adult, then it will be difficult to learn something like that. ""Didn't she even want to have an antique Japanese chamber pot like that sent home because she thought it was something like a flower pot?" Maya asked, giggling hard.
Chiyo snorted. "A chamber pot! Well, it was a blue-and-white antique ceramic urinal. My mother was just shopping with Aunt Setsuko, and of course she laughed mercilessly. When things like that happen to foreigners, you're always very gleeful!"
"And what about you, not at all afraid that you feel the same?" Maya asked with flashing eyes. "That you confuse those candy things on the toilet doors at school, for example, and end up in the boys 'instead of the girls' toilet?"
"Stop!" Chiyo groaned. The things are called Kanji, but that doesn't make it any better. Although we were raised bilingually, I always had my problems with calligraphy! There are just too many, if you ask me ... Maria was always better than me ... I dread school anyway! "Chiyo thought of her sister, who had lived in Kyoto for two years and studied at the university there. She was soon twenty-one, five years older than Chiyo himself. And now - shortly after her sixteenth birthday, she and her parents would also move to Kyoto, to the beautiful and rather posh villa and temple district of Arashiyama, in the more rural, western part of the city. On her grandfather's beautiful, old-fashioned and, as Chiyo found, rather magnificent property, he lived with her father's younger brother, for two years with Maria, and she and her parents would move in there in the morning. Chiyo's father - Dr. Nakamura was a doctor, as was her mother and most of the Japanese branch of the family, and the two had met at some medical convention in Tokyo. Now her grandfather wanted to hand over his practice in Kyoto to her father, who would take over her for at least one or two years, maybe longer.Chiyo knew very well that most of the family would prefer if the practice remained a family business, which meant that they might never return to Germany. She loved Kyoto, it was a second home for her, in which she had already spent quite a large part of her life, but the prospect of not seeing all of her friends and familiar places here in Germany for a very long time was depressing . One consolation was Maya's promise that they would definitely keep in touch, keep texting each other, and visit as often as possible.
When they arrived at the Nakamuras' house entrance, the friends said goodbye to each other.
"So dear Chiyo -" Maya grinned crookedly. "Listen to that, it sounds like I want to bury you ... No, kidding! So, again: You know, if I could, I would just skip tomorrow and come to the airport with you, but about My mother won't allow me to do the history work tomorrow - you know how she is ... Well, and without her apology, of course, I'm in a bad position, aslo ... be that as it may, we write to each other and we visit us ... and we also have to make regular phone calls, I know these foreign things are expensive, but don't give a shit! "“Of course we will!” Chiyo nodded eagerly. "And of course I come here for the holidays!"
"Ha! Then it was probably nothing with the Chiyo-free zone!" crowed Maya.
"Nah, you can take poison on that!"
"Better not - have you done everything else here ?!"
Chiyo frowned. "I think so ... all debts have been paid - apart from my own, of course, that would be pretty stupid - all excuses and reparations are also done -"
"The story with Jensi from the last school trip too?"
"When we stole his clothes? Sure!"
"Really? When?"
"Well,
*****
Hello everyone ^^
*****
I want to clarify the formalities here as the first time, because otherwise I'm guaranteed to forget it later, aaaalso:
This is a completely new fanfiction, so please note the legal notice or disclaimer given below ^ o ^ (you know what's coming ...) Of course, I also need support, that is, please, please, please REVIEWED me, so that I know how and where I can improve!
#####
1. Zelda, of course, belongs to Nintendo, and therefore all of the related characters.
2. All other characters in the story (most of which are presented in this chapter) belong to me.
3. ~ IMPORTANT ~ I'm still looking for a beta reader !!! If you are interested, PLEASE contact us!
4. Don't get impatient ^ o ^ the first chapter deals with a bit of history, of course, because without it it`s not possible, but I can promise that the story will get going very quickly afterwards.#####
All right, that's it in formal matters! So this is where I've been reporting for a long time! I just got back more or less recovered from my vacation, and now I continue to write to all of my ffs with strength, drive and spirit of enterprise! ..... {silence} ..... hharrgh! Well, let's leave that out with strength and zest for action, ...
(- that's more for the dear hero of my story -)
... and concentrate on the essentials: ~ Continue writing FFs ~ ... Yup! That's a compromise! The green pointed hat does the dirty work and I write the stories, a good deal! Huuaahahahaha! * maniaclaugh *
[Incidentally, in my opinion he is the only one who manages to wear long johns and still look manly ... ^ o ^ ... Ohohoho! Yeah, everyone succumbs to his blue-eyed blonde magic at some point, but that doesn't matter because we ff-writers BENEFIT from it ..... MHUUAHAHAHAHA! * psychotic laugh *]Ahem, back to the topic! Well, but fast, fast!
Here comes Chapter 1 (I really hope someone reads it, and maybe someone even likes it * hope * ^^)
But let's go!
*****
Chapter 1: The Cursed Bathhouse
"... And that means: X is two thirds! You see, the derivation for this term is made on the same basis ..."
Chiyo suppressed a yawn. It was ten past two on Wednesday - which meant she had exactly five minutes to do math before she was finally released. And for half an hour she hadn't been able to concentrate in the least. Not that it would have been much better before, but then at least she was able to pretend she was listening intently to Mr. Ahrndorff's lectures, now she was no longer able to do so. A look around showed her that she wasn't the only one feeling this way.
Directly in front of her, Mark had his book upright in front of his head, which he had placed on the table.Chiyo thought he could hear him snoring softly. To her left sat Andy, one of the most ambitious students - he had put his face in his hands and was staring with dull eyes in the direction of the teacher's desk. And on her other side, her friend Maya had apparently fallen into a kind of waking coma, she sat with drooping jaw and transfigured eyes in her seat and stared out the window. And in the back of the room there was apparently a discussion going on about some football results. It was like falling asleep! Of course, Mr. Ahrndorff was not in the least bothered by the scant attention of his students, the idea that his complicated explanations and winding diagrams could not attract everyone `` for illustration '' seemed far from him.
Chiyo yawned as slowly as possible and then tried to stretch inconspicuously. Then she risked a look at the clock. Immediately fifteen after - Well, finally!"... as it becomes clear here, is the basis of many far more complicated calculations -"
The class did not find out what exactly was the basis for what, because it was saved by the doorbell at that very moment. Multiple sighs of relief became loud, and Maya - apparently awakened quite abruptly from her coma-like state - turned to Chiyo with a grin.
"I thought this lesson would never end!"
Chiyo grinned back. "You didn't look like you got a lot of the lesson with ..."
"That was wrong, I was totally into it!"
"Really? I was more like - Oh man, what does he want now?"
Herr Ahrndorff had suddenly started talking again, a little louder than his usual monotonous - and rather drowsy - singsong to drown out the restlessness of the crowd of students who had set out. "For homework, please do the tasks on page seventy-three in the book, as in the example on the blackboard - if you have paid attention, you shouldn't have any problems with it -"His words turned the relieved sigh of his students into an indignant groan and wiped the grin from Maya's face. Chiyo didn't care - this was her last day of school here!
On the way out, Maya loudly complained about Mr. Ahrndorff.
"At the last minute, as always! The doorbell rang, I think I'm going to emigrate with you, then at least I don't have to do these stupid tasks - it's corrosive!"
"We're not emigrating, we're moving." replied Chiyo, feeling that slight nervousness rise again, which had begun to work its way through her insides during the past few days.
"Emigrating, moving - what's the difference, you are moving to another country! The fact is: you will be quite far away very soon! When does your plane leave again tomorrow morning? What time?"
"Eight thirty ... and that means we have to be at the airport by half past six, I think I'm going crazy!"Chiyo sighed and rubbed his tense neck. At least that's how it always went before, when we visited my father's family for a few weeks on vacation - it was always stressful! My mother is more or less every time freaked out because she never knew what to take with her and what not, and what she should leave because it could offend Daddy's family, and so on ... She has always had her problems with Japanese etiquette , and let yourself be intimidated by it even now! "
"Funny actually, your parents have been married for over twenty years." Maya said surprised.
"Well, it's not that straightforward. The rules of behavior in a normal household alone are tough for a foreigner. My sister and I more or less grew up with it, with the regular visits to my grandfather and my uncle, but when my mother met my father, she was already an adult, then it will be difficult to learn something like that. ""Didn't she even want to have an antique Japanese chamber pot like that sent home because she thought it was something like a flower pot?" Maya asked, giggling hard.
Chiyo snorted. "A chamber pot! Well, it was a blue-and-white antique ceramic urinal. My mother was just shopping with Aunt Setsuko, and of course she laughed mercilessly. When things like that happen to foreigners, you're always very gleeful!"
"And what about you, not at all afraid that you feel the same?" Maya asked with flashing eyes. "That you confuse those candy things on the toilet doors at school, for example, and end up in the boys 'instead of the girls' toilet?"
"Stop!" Chiyo groaned. The things are called Kanji, but that doesn't make it any better. Although we were raised bilingually, I always had my problems with calligraphy! There are just too many, if you ask me ... Maria was always better than me ... I dread school anyway! "Chiyo thought of her sister, who had lived in Kyoto for two years and studied at the university there. She was soon twenty-one, five years older than Chiyo himself. And now - shortly after her sixteenth birthday, she and her parents would also move to Kyoto, to the beautiful and rather posh villa and temple district of Arashiyama, in the more rural, western part of the city. On her grandfather's beautiful, old-fashioned and, as Chiyo found, rather magnificent property, he lived with her father's younger brother, for two years with Maria, and she and her parents would move in there in the morning. Chiyo's father - Dr. Nakamura was a doctor, as was her mother and most of the Japanese branch of the family, and the two had met at some medical convention in Tokyo. Now her grandfather wanted to hand over his practice in Kyoto to her father, who would take over her for at least one or two years, maybe longer.Chiyo knew very well that most of the family would prefer if the practice remained a family business, which meant that they might never return to Germany. She loved Kyoto, it was a second home for her, in which she had already spent quite a large part of her life, but the prospect of not seeing all of her friends and familiar places here in Germany for a very long time was depressing . One consolation was Maya's promise that they would definitely keep in touch, keep texting each other, and visit as often as possible.
When they arrived at the Nakamuras' house entrance, the friends said goodbye to each other.
"So dear Chiyo -" Maya grinned crookedly. "Listen to that, it sounds like I want to bury you ... No, kidding! So, again: You know, if I could, I would just skip tomorrow and come to the airport with you, but about My mother won't allow me to do the history work tomorrow - you know how she is ... Well, and without her apology, of course, I'm in a bad position, aslo ... be that as it may, we write to each other and we visit us ... and we also have to make regular phone calls, I know these foreign things are expensive, but don't give a shit! "“Of course we will!” Chiyo nodded eagerly. "And of course I come here for the holidays!"
"Ha! Then it was probably nothing with the Chiyo-free zone!" crowed Maya.
"Nah, you can take poison on that!"
"Better not - have you done everything else here ?!"
Chiyo frowned. "I think so ... all debts have been paid - apart from my own, of course, that would be pretty stupid - all excuses and reparations are also done -"
"The story with Jensi from the last school trip too?"
"When we stole his clothes? Sure!"
"Really? When?"
"Well,