This idea has been in my brain for a while now.  It's both a 
Ranma fic, and a self-insert:  two points down.  It's the 
third year of the self-insert (Mikeru, or Mike) in Japan and
in the company of the characters.  Hopefully, the first two
years will cover the transfer of Mike to Japan, and his
adventures with Daisuke, Hiroshi, Yuka, Sayuri, Akane and
probably Hikaru in their junior high years.  Year 3, obviously,
will chronicle events in the manga.  I sort of wanted a change
of pace from the usual self-insert... and here it is, partly.

***

In-Between the Lines: Year 3
a teaser by Nikholas "Switch" F. Toledo

"First Day"

***

	So ended the summer.
	While I liked Tokyo, summers here were often scorchers;
I spent it mostly in Ginza, malling and strolling.
	I must admit that I had been lax in writing.  I think 
that is mainly because I had too much fun that I forgot;
otherwise, I believe that my Japanese writing skills have
improved enough.

Mike stopped, scratching his chin with the eraser end.

	I am not looking forward to high school.
	I hear that this place, Furinkan, has had a pretty
<scratch> <scratch> strange history.  Of course, the last
three years have been pretty quiet, they say.  Hiroshi
was the one who came up with the stories, anyway.
	I have to get some early sleep, since Yuka asked me
to pass by her place at about seven.  Although I have my
doubts, she says she's certain we'd end up in the same
homeroom.
	I'd hope so!  It was hard to get into one group...
I hope that I wouldn't have to do that one more time.

***

Yuka, of course, was ready to go when Mike passed by her
house at quarter to seven.

"Hiya, Mike," she smiled, "ready for school?"

"'Course," he replied, then yawned.

She giggled.  "Somehow, I doubted you got to sleep any."

He raised four fingers.

Yuka shook her head, short hair flailing slightly.  "Four 
hours."  She grabbed Mike's arm, pulling him into the house.  
"You better get a cup of tea."

Mike started stuttering, which he was wont to when he was
being pushed into something he didn't want to do, or when 
a girl was grabbing his arm, girl usually being either 
Yuka or Sayuri.  "B-b-but... won't we... you did... late..."

"Oh, posh!"  She shoved her wristwatch into an inch from 
his face.  "We're way early!"  She actually got most of 
his arms through the door, before she let go, suddenly.
"Don't tell me that you're scared of meeting my PARENTS?"

>From the impact of his butt with the front walk, Mike 
said, "inai."  He looked at Yuka, shocked.  "Of course I
am."

Yuka rolled her eyes.  Pulling on a hand, she helped the
foreign student up.  "Well, then.  In line with your
studies into Japanese culture and proper Japanese 
etiquette, I will have to put forth a situation."  And,
with much more strength than he had given her credit for,
he found himself pulled once more.

Tripping over front step, Mike screamed, "wait!  Wait!  I,
I've got to wear slippers... or something..."

Yuka continued her pull.  "Tsk, tsk.  That's one point."

They turned a corner, and Yuka opened the door.  She 
stepped in, then yanked Mike a clear step ahead of her.

"Eep!"  He closed his eyes.

A half-full mug of tea made contact with the top of the
table in a noisy manner.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion, young man?"

Mike struck a glance at Yuka.  "Voice actress, you're not!"

Yuka sipped the tea and shrugged.  "Even Megumi 
Hayashibara couldn't do old male voices."  Mike pulled a 
chair as she refilled her mug.  "So they left early today."
She stood to hand him the mug and a small kiss on the
cheek.  "I missed you, you big lug."

He sipped, refreshed already.  "And I you."

***

Just inside the gates of Furinkan High, students clustered
over to boards proclaiming homeroom postings.  Most of the
students were trying to find out which of the other students
were in the same homeroom.  Some of the students, however,
had different ways of finding out.

"Whoa.  Looker, 2 o'clock."

Hiroshi glanced over to his right.  "Yup.  Not fresh, though."

She waved over a confident-looking senior.  "Definitely not
fresh," he amended.

Daisuke covered his eyes from the morning sun and squinted.
"Another one.  11... 30.  35."

The freckled one held a hand, then swung it in a small arc,
swinging with it.  Extending it, he followed with his eyes.

The girl had wavy hair that created a halo around her head
and shoulders;  it would have fallen halfway down her back,
had it been straight.  She wore the uniform with poise and
sophistication.  Her pouty little lips were cusped in a
delicate manner, which complemented the exotic curves of
her face.  Her eyes, in contrast, was a light brown.

The last feature he noticed because she stared right back
at him.

Hiroshi did what any sixteen-year-old caught staring at a
girl would do:  cover up.  He flapped his hand and turned
to Daisuke.  He mouthed, "spooky."

Daisuke chased her with a glance;  she directly went to the
board for the listing of 1-F.  She stared at the list for a
while, then went to go into the building.

"You like the standout types, right?  She right up your 
alley."

Hiroshi was trying to get the goosebumps out.

Sayuri, who stood a few feet off, just frowned.

***

Ugh.  This is harder than it seems.

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