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savethecitydesu2013-03-09 12:17 pm
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Hot Blooded Club Leaders Boil Over! Acting vs. Cooking Showdown of Ultimate Destiny!
Who: Keiichi & Haruka
What: The meeting for club funding
Where: The library.
When: After school.
"THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS!"
The school officials blinked once, then again, at the outburst from Cooking Club President Keiichi Ito. One of them happened to be one of his teachers, and she was most confused of all. Keiichi was reasonably mild mannered in class. He never raised his voice like this.
"Ito-san, I understand your frustration, but please consider that there are many clubs, and --"
"You haven't even given me enough to be able to afford to boil water," Keiichi thundered, drawing himself up to his full height. He was tall, both for his age and for being Japanese -- the quarter American in him helping contribute to that. Sure, his statement was an exaggeration, but still. "You gave the Ikebana club five times that! How much money do you need to arrange flowers, for heavens sake?!"
Other club leaders looked at Keiichi warily. Most people knew, if nothing else about the hot-blooded cooking emperor, that his father was famous Japanese pro wrestler Kenjiro Ito -- and Kenjiro had passed on some of his wisdom to his son. Were they about to witness the first ever suplexing of a teacher?
"COOKING IS A VITAL SKILL FOR ALL YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN," Ito continued. "It is FAR more important than arranging flowers, or hitting a stupid little ball with a stick, or any of these other namby-pamby pantywaist clubs!"
This, the adults had decided, was gonna be a long, LONG afternoon.
What: The meeting for club funding
Where: The library.
When: After school.
"THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS!"
The school officials blinked once, then again, at the outburst from Cooking Club President Keiichi Ito. One of them happened to be one of his teachers, and she was most confused of all. Keiichi was reasonably mild mannered in class. He never raised his voice like this.
"Ito-san, I understand your frustration, but please consider that there are many clubs, and --"
"You haven't even given me enough to be able to afford to boil water," Keiichi thundered, drawing himself up to his full height. He was tall, both for his age and for being Japanese -- the quarter American in him helping contribute to that. Sure, his statement was an exaggeration, but still. "You gave the Ikebana club five times that! How much money do you need to arrange flowers, for heavens sake?!"
Other club leaders looked at Keiichi warily. Most people knew, if nothing else about the hot-blooded cooking emperor, that his father was famous Japanese pro wrestler Kenjiro Ito -- and Kenjiro had passed on some of his wisdom to his son. Were they about to witness the first ever suplexing of a teacher?
"COOKING IS A VITAL SKILL FOR ALL YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN," Ito continued. "It is FAR more important than arranging flowers, or hitting a stupid little ball with a stick, or any of these other namby-pamby pantywaist clubs!"
This, the adults had decided, was gonna be a long, LONG afternoon.
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Haruka sprang to her feet, and there were many inward (and a few outward) groans from the assembled faculty.
"All of the skills our clubs have to offer are vital in one way or another, Ito-kun!" Her voice started to rise as she got going, and each sentence was punctuated with a dramatic flourish. "Sports offer mental and physical endurance to get through life's trials! Art and woodworking give us dexterity, and give our lives more beauty! Ikebana..." A carefully-timed pause and vocal fall. "I'm sure there's, uh, something of worth there."
The normally calm president of the now doubly disparaged club flushed angrily.
"And drama!" She returned to her prior crescendo. "Teamwork! Art! It's a study of the human condition that nothing else can match!! Surely it deserves more than this meager allowance? It's barely enough to keep up our stage!" At this last, her voice cracked--only the slightest bit, but enough to try to engender some sympathy.
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"What's your name -- on second thought, it doesn't matter what your name is! You are the leader of the Drama Club, and that makes you the enemy! As the Hot Blooded Cooking Emperor of the Ryuseki High Cooking Club, Ito Keiichi, it is my responsibility to respond to the meager club funding situation by roasting, frying, and preparing sous vide all competition in my way! That includes Ikebana, Drama, Baseball, Woodworking, Anime, ROTC, Fencing, AND DRAMA CLUB! EXTRA SPECIALLY DRAMA CLUB, FOR YOU ARE THE ONLY ROGUE WHO DARES RAISE HER VOICE IN OPPOSITION TO THE SON OF ITO KENJIRO!"
He thought about the situation for a moment, cocked his head to one side, and thought about it for another moment.
"Hah! I like your moxie! Though we may be combatants on this field of monetary battle, you are courageous and have good fashion sense! I am Ito Keiichi, sworn enemy of flower arrangers everywhere! Who might you be?"
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She extended a firm hand, with a twinkle in her eye that some of the older club members recognized and feared. "Good rivals make great drama, Ito-kun! This will be a fine year, and a rivalry that will be carved into the annals of Ryuseki's history!"
And then a grin split her face. "Not that that means I'm letting you pick a single yen from our coffers."
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"Hah!" he grinned. By now, the faculty looked as if they had suddenly found out that eighteen or so of the students under their charge were in command of magical headgods and were on a quest to save the world from a bunch of angels. "I, Ito Keiichi, and by extension, the entire Ryuseki High Cooking club accept your challenge!"
Yep -- nothing bad was going to come of this. Nothing bad at all. Ever. Possibly. Only good things.
"And don't worry," he said, grinning broadly as he leaned down to press his forehead to Haruka's, "I'll take that yen off of your corpse."
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Were this an anime, one might see dramatic motion lines, a spark flying between their eyes, even a fire burning in the background. As it was, all there was behind the pair of newly declared rivals was a bunch of terrified club leaders and suddenly very wary staff.
No, nothing bad could possibly ever come of this.