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Ukyou Kuonji presents
a Here Is Greenwood fanfic

EXTENDED PLAY

YOOO-HOOO !!! Another part of the best Koko wa Greenwood fic currently
on the FFML. Maybe because it's the only one. ^_^ 

**track eight**

They say you have to suffer for art.  I wonder who "they" are, 
sometimes... but whoever they are, they're right.  'Here is 
Devilwood' is a big hit throughout Ryokuto Academy, and part 
of it was because of that damn kiss.  It's mortifying, the way 
everybody focuses in on that.

I suppose I should really feel sorry for Suka-chan.  Everybody at 
Ryokuto thinks he's either an idiot or gay.  He just shrugs the 
comments off, though... in his mind, he knows better than anyone 
who would saddle him with either epithet.  He knows who I *really* 
am, after all

Like I said, either an idiot...

The thing here is, the more Shun keeps up the charade, the more
emotionally damaging the results are when the it ends. But I'm guessing
the masquerade is going to go on far longer than Shun expects. ^_^ 

Still, if that's what constitutes the bad news, I shouldn't complain. 
'Here is Devilwood,' I hardly need to tell you, won the honors for 
best film, so we get to keep the Golden Palm, also known as the 
Palm Door (No apostrophe, I should mention.  Some art student 
here ten years ago made a sculpture of a hand with a door frame 
around it, a knob on the thumb, and hinges along the side of the 
pinky.  One of the student council members thought it would make 
a cute trophy for the film contest, had it gilded, and it's been 
travelling throughout Ryokuto for nearly a decade, now), in the 
dorm lobby for the year.  It's a real coup, actually; usually the 
film festival is won by the drama class (we got second, actually) 
or the film club.  We're the first dorm to actually pull this off in 
recent memory.  And for all I know, the bravery of that kiss might 
have pushed it over, too...

This paragraph had me laughing constantly as I reread it. Palm Door..
Palm...Door... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!! Yes, I know I have a shallow 
sense of humor. ^_^ 

<A snip with the Critic's Scissor.>

I cock my head at him.  "You don't think I'd do something if I win?"

"How should I know?  I'm not you."  It's enough to get me laughing.

"Look, sempai, I *promise*... I'll do something real nice for him if 
I win."

Once again, considering once this is over Suka-chan will probably will
probably hate Shun's guts....

<SNIP, SNIP>

Mitsuru-sempai grins and shrugs.  "Hey... I gotta be me.  Anyway, 
it's over and done with.  What're ya gonna do now?"

"Let me guess," I interrupt.  "He's supposed to say he's going to 
Tokyo Disneyland, right?"

Hehe...

Mitsuru-sempai frowns.  "That's a hell of a thing to do..."

My turn to grin and shrug.  "Hey... I gotta be me..."  At this point, 
I figure I'd best get away from Mitsuru-sempai.  I think if he had 
a rolled-up magazine in his hands right now, he'd hit me with it.  
Assuming, of course, that he didn't miss - for all I know, he may 
be aiming at three of me.  I stand up and grab Suka-chan.  
"C'mon... let's dance..."

Isn't Shun taking this a little too far ? Not that I'm complaining. ^_^

<SNIP>

"Shun...?"  She abruptly stops dancing and turns to look at me; 
evidently, she's heard of me.  Her eyes scour me from top to bottom, 
trying to get a bead on exactly who or what I am.  They settle on my 
chest momentarily, and she speaks.  "You aren't... are you a... ?"

Considering his reputation, can't Suka-chan get a clue of what's 
really going on. I know he's a bit gullible....Hmmmmm

Maybe Suka-chan _really_ knows about Shun. _And_ really likes him.
Considering that this is alternate universe...Now, Ucchan, look at what
you have me thinking. ^_^   

<SNIP> 

..where I run into a fuming Suka-chan.  Before I can sit down, he 
stands up, grabs me by the wrist, and pulls me out of the room.  
"Hey... hey... HEY!!  Whaddya think you're... let me go, Suka-chan!"

*sigh*  Every scenario I can imagine, I always wind up slammed 
against a wall eventually.  This is different, though, because 
Suka-chan still hasn't figured it out.  He's just, well... "What is 
the *deal* with you?  First Mitsuru-sempai, now Shinobu-sempai... 
I thought you weren't interested in the sempais!  I thought I had a 
chance!  What are you trying to *do* to me?!" ...jealous.

Of course, he is. He didn't get to dance with you, Shun-"chan". ^_^

Oh, Kami-sama... think fast, Shun... "Suka-chan, what are you talking 
about?  I never said I was interested in them!  I told you flat out 
I'd never do anything like that with Mitsuru-sempai..."

"Oh, but *Shinobu*sempai is another story, isn't he?"

I'm getting really tired of these accusations.  I wrest myself free 
and glare at him.  "Look, Suka-chan... I don't know if you'd noticed 
that... girl... Sempai was stuck with - I was just doing him a favor 
by getting rid of her.  And I guarantee he'll be quite rid of her - 
you'll recall that most everyone here thinks I'm a *boy*."  In spite 
of myself, I find myself smirking.  "Of course, I've kinda ruined 
his reputation for awhile..."

Unlike Suka-chan's, which has been completely run over by a truck. ^_^

Suka-chan looks pained.  "But, Shun-chan... I thought you were 
*my* girl."

The thing here is, the fact that Hasukawa really is in love with 
Shun. I'd like to see how this affects the later romance that's supposed
to happen with what's-her-name(I watched KwG quite some time ago and
forgot.) 
 

"Suka-chan... I'm not *anyone's* girl, okay?"  I can feel the color 
rising to my cheeks, even as I'm saying this.  "I'm not going to 

The statement can be interpreted in two ways, embarassment or Shun does
have a little feeling for Suka-chan. Damn, I'm starting to think this 
is going to go yaoi. ^_^ Just kidding !

commit belonging to anybody, do you understand?  I'm sorry if I 
gave you the wrong idea or anything..."

His shoulders sag, and my heart goes out to him.  I latch onto his 
shoulders, and look him square in the eye.  "Suka-chan, please 
listen... if there ever was a guy I could fall for..." and I decide 
to let my actions finish the sentance, as I lean over and give him 
a peck on the cheek.

The transformation is nothing short of amazing.  Suka-chan's face 
melts from a jealous scowl to a grateful smile.  His eyes look like 
they could tear up from joy.  And then, he takes my by surprise 
into a tight bear hug.

My voice sounds a little muffled as I squeak out a protest.  "Uh... 
can we get back to the party now?  I... need... some... air...!"  
And quickly!

{fin octimus} 

Now that's an ending !

Anyway, fine grammar and all that. And you've read my observations. How
"extended" is EXTENDED PLAY gonna be anyway ? The situation changes 
a lot of things from the original. And as the set time for Shun's 
"coming-out" approaches, I just wanna see more of this fic.

Elsa Bibat is: here in Greenwood