On the subject: no, it's not Gunbuster. Heck, it's not even Gundam
anything. Not Ghostbusters, either, in any form. That's something else
(which I am going to do! honest!) altogether. I thought that the
character was the type I always liked to write about.
Nope, not lime yet. Still in the middle of school/Switch/Dr. Tofu/
PQ-RG-3E/lemon/prequel/Onnama/where is Doug?!?/feudal Japan/webpage.
Just send go's if you want... I'm not sure if there's an audience ofr it.
Oh, yes, Goldenboy's kind of a lime story. Pooh. Didn't expect it when
I watched it. (What does "mature audience" mean anyways?!?!:)
Who did it? Don'know. Just sure it's not me.
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... for Hire
the continuing struggles of Goldenboy: Wandering Student
in either a Doyle-esque manner, or something like Dirk Gently
or something... bah. Somewhat vulgar speech patterns follow.
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by Nikholas "Switch" F. Toledo
[...]
Kintaro Oe, 26, has just graduated from Tokyo University's Department of
Law.
He slammed the twenty-odd leather notebooks on the desk of a disgruntled-
looking professor. The nearby (busty, very cute) secretaries and/or
associate professors turned to see the ruckus.
The golden boy has returned. They turned starry/heart-shaped eyes towards
him.
The older man fixed his spectacles. He took a look at the heap on his
desk. He looked up at the youngish man. He looked at the pile. "Mr. Oe.
This..."
Kintaro stood proudly, "this is my partial dissertation on the human
spirit, in several unique, remote, sufficiently suburban middle-class
areas of Japan."
This began his traditional "making my point" rant. "It is a collection,
nay, a diary of interesting, not-necessarily-wholesome, yet completely
educational experiences one can have when trying to learn."
The motion lines began showing behind him. "None of this, NONE OF THIS,
I had learned within the confines of the restricted and completely
clothed classrooms." He randomly opened a page and shoved it into
the face of the shorter man.
The moral on the page was "C is not sex."
"Partial, you say?"
"Yes, sir! I am still in the process of learning about the world!" He
flashed a thirty-toothy grin.
The professor seriously considered. "Mr. Oe, this is not in proper
format..."
The younger man produced a half-thick hardbound book. "Summarized,
trimmed, and completely concise. The notebooks are just here for
evidence, just in case you needed it."
"No, no, thank you," he shoved the notebooks to open part of his desktop.
"That wouldn't be necessary." He placed the smaller book on the clearing
he made, and sat. "But you've already passed a thesis paper."
"'Possible Precedents of Supernaturally Related Cases for International
Courts'? That was nothing. Besides," he collected the notebooks, "this
thesis is also bunch of crap. You can't learn anything from reading it."
He left the Office of the Dean of Law, Tokyo U, with the following:
the twenty-odd notebooks
the following glances of the female population of the office
the dean staring at a photocopy of a panty; on it, a phone number
his diploma
and never planned to return.
[4]
The stiff was face down, face in the ultimate swirlie.
"Geez," the customarily well-endowed female who just happened to be the
coroner diatribed, "some people are just the sickest."
"How?!" The traditionally nonplussed, yet similarly pleasantly curved,
plaintiff wailed. "How could anyone do such a thing to my baby?!"
The redhead (the coroner, as the plaintiff was blonde) covered her nose
demurely, pushed the lever. "He even forgot to flush his shit."
The long-departed cat's body, half-submerged, started shaking as its last
Jacuzzi whirred.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?!" the blonde shrieked, pulling the dead pet's
body from its death spot. She shoved the body into the taller woman's
arms. "Find out who killed Tabby!" She huff-puff-tuffed-her-butt left.
"Ugh." Life wasn't fair.
[Higher]
On his Cresent Moon, the man who just might save the world is given a
headstart. Somewhat.
Kintaro Oe was side-swiped by a vehicle. Later that day, he would check
his notes and, yes, noticed that he had already written "never bike while
listening to your Walkman" in three different instances.
[HIGHER!]
The good coroner was busy autopsying her second latest "patient" (the
dead could wait long) when she heard her latest "patient" rustle restless
in his body bag.
She wiped off the sleep she had been losing, and pulled off her glasses,
pulling open her now quite exposing lab coat open. She wasn't even aware
that she was supposed to be scared.
The kid who was hit-and-run on the Seito Bridge? Bagged'im pretty quick.
Must've forgot something. She opened the "meat locker" with the suddenly
noisy tenant.
She leaned forward to pull the zipper from the head of the bag all the
way down. She noticed something was wrong: there was a pulsing bulk at
the crotch of the pants, and it did not look like rigor mortis.
Kintaro Oe's first encounter with asphyxiation stopped with a sudden
breath of spring... two springy things... and a very customarily sexy
body connected to this. He flushed full, and had a very hentai grin.
"Um. Not dead yet." She zipped the bag up again, and closed the locker.
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