a Koko wa Greenwood / Extended Play side story
EXTENDED PLAY - Outtakes #1

(The scene is Greenwood Hall at Ryokuto Boys' Academy.  Room 210: 
Hasukawa Kazuya and Kisaragi Shun. Hasukawa is seated by the table in 
the middle of the room, while Kisaragi is sprawled on his bed.  Both 
appear to be settled in for a long period of studying.  Well... 
almost.)

Suka (looking up from his studies):  So... who is he?  What's he 
like?

Shun:  Hm?

Suka:  What's this guy like?

Shun:  *What* guy?

Suka:  You know... the guy who sent you those chocolates on White 
Day.  By the way, they were pretty good... thanks.

Shun (slamming his book shut):  For your information, Suka-chan, 
there's no other guy.  Satisfied?

Suka:  No other guy?  You mean... I still...?  (His voice trails off, 
and he hugs himself with glee)

Shun (getting up from his bed):  No, I'm still spoken for.  (He 
smiles)

Suka (face falls):  Uh... you are?  B-by whom?

(The camera does a quick reverse track, revealing that the dorm room 
scene is just that - a scene, set up on a stage as if the whole thing 
were nothing more than a play.  Apparantly this is taking place 
during rehearsal, as there is only one person in the audience at 
the moment, watching the action and scribbling notes, although at 
this point, she's stopped writing... this isn't following the script, 
after all...)

(Shun bounds off the stage into the audience, and glomps the girl 
observing the proceedings)

Shun:  By my dear Ukyou-sama!

(Hasukawa stares out into the audience, a disconcerted look on his 
face.  His roommate's a lesbian on top of everything else?)

Ukyou (grabbing Shun by the shoulders and pushing him to arms 
length):  Shun, will you cut it out?  This isn't in the script... 
(she peers at Shun a little closer) ...and you aren't Shun...

'Shun' (giggling):  Nope.

(Ukyou's face darkens as recognition dawns)

Ukyou (standing up and hauling out battle spatula):  TSUBASA!!  What 
the HELL are you doing messing up my story?  And where's Shun?

Tsubasa (cringing):  He didn't show up for rehearsal, and since I was 
hanging around the theatre anyway, I thought I'd fill in.  Anything 
to be near you, Ukyou-sama!

(Ukyou growls.  Taking the battle spatula, she deftly slips it under 
Tsubasa's feet.  With a flick of the wrist, she brings it up, sending 
him cartwheeling into the theatre's balcony.)

Ukyou (sotto voce):  Little pest.  (Louder, to stage)  Any of you 
guys hear from Kisaragi, then?

Suka:  I thought that *was* Shun.

Ukyou (again, sotto voce):  Figures.

(Mitsuru enters through the prop door at the rear of the stage)

Mitsuru:  No, I haven't heard from Shun since Tuesday.

Ukyou:  Damn!  The next installment's due out, and no one knows where 
the star is!

Suka:  Uh... I thought *I* was the...

(Ukyou's expression softens)

Ukyou:  You are, sugar, you are.  It's just that this story is being 
told from Shun's point of view, so that makes, ah... Shun... kinda 
indispensable.

Suka:  Oh.

(Shinobu enters from stage right, holding a cordless phone.  He dials 
an eight-digit number as he steps down from the stage, and hands the 
phone to Ukyou.)

Ukyou:  Who'dja dial?  His folks?  (She takes the phone)

Shinobu:  No.  Just handle these people with kid gloves.

(Ukyou gives Shinobu a quizzical look, but takes the phone anyway)

Voice on phone:  Tezuka.

(Ukyou's eyes widen... she's heard that voice from the OVA)

Ukyou:  'A'?

A:  Ojou-sama?!

Ukyou:  No, I'm not her.  Get her on the line, willya?

(Shinobu rolls his eyes and walks back to the stage, shaking his 
head)

Female phone voice:  Moshi-moshi?

Ukyou:  Yeah, Nagisa?  You've got someone over at your place I want, 
don'tcha?  Long-haired guy name of Kisaragi Shun.

Suka:  Guy...?

Mitsuru:  You didn't hear that, Hasukawa.

Nagisa (on phone):  And so what if I do?

Ukyou:  Geez, let him go, already!  You're not gonna get anything 
accomplished by holding him.  Why don'tcha just abduct your brother, 
if he's who you're after?

(Shinobu spins around and waves his hands in front of himself in a 
'no-no-no' gesture)

Mitsuru:  Huh.  That's the most animated I've *ever* seen you, 
Shinobu.

Shinobu (quickly composing himself):  I just don't want her to get 
ideas, that's all.  It would be like a firecracker going off in a 
cavern - the echo would be deafening.

Mitsuru:  Yeah, right.

Ukyou (still on the phone):  Oh, so you're daring us to get him, huh?  
Just you wait!  (she jerks the phone from her ear and presses the 
'off' button)  I hate these cordless phones... they don't letcha slam 
the thing down properly.  C'mon, everyone, let's go!  We gotta rescue 
Shun!

Suka (bounding from the stage, and running toward Ukyou):  What are 
we waiting for?  Get your butts in gear, sempais!  (the two of them 
charge out the rear exit.  Mitsuru and Shinobu look at each other, 
shrug, and walk out after them)

Shinobu (blandly):  They're going to need some help on this.

Mitsuru (equally bland):  Guess so.

(Exuent)

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Heh... how's that for a distraction?

There's a first time for everything.  First time for script format, 
first self-insertion (okay, it's as close as *I'm* ever gonna get), 
first self-parody.  Now you see why track fifteen was so short... it 
kinda got crowded out.

Oh well, it was amusing to write... hope you find it amusing to read.  
Don't worry, I'll be back on the regular story soon.  Or should I 
continue this one?

Itsu mo,
Ucchan  ^_~