From: [email-masked] (Paolo Valladolid)

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        FUGAWARI ORANGE STREET
        A KOR universe fanfic
        By FOS Project <TC.GD.DL.PV.JW>
        http://waynesworld.ucsd.edu/ICR/users/pvallado/fos/fos.html
        ftp server.berkeley.edu /pub/anime/KOR/fanfic/FOS/

Introduction:

Fugawari Orange Street is a new fanfic series set in the world of 
Kimagure Orange Road.  Its origin was a simple message on the KOR mailing 
list, which somehow evolved into a discussion of what might have happened 
to the original characters.  Specific comments about Kazuya, and the 
mention that he is probably around the age Kyousuke was during KOR, led 
to the proposal of creating a fanfic to follow him as he travels through 
Kouryou High School. 

FOS is set in the manga universe, and attempts to follow its specific 
details and timeline as closely as possible.  However, details on 
characters other than KOR's Big Three are sketchy, and ten years have 
passed since we last saw these characters.  If you disagree with the 
liberties we've taken, send us comments.  For convenience's sake, send 
comments to the main author, for this episode [email-masked].

FOS was originally to be released biweekly, in real time.  However, the 
real world has impeded these lofty plans.  In any case, we will continue to 
set stories approximately two weeks apart, and we hope you'll read this 
episode and all which eventually follow.

As is the case with many fanfic series, {word} represents thoughts and 
[word] represents action within script dialog.  |Word| represents English 
dialog.

Fugawari Orange Street is based on the characters and situations of
Kimagure Orange Road, created by and copyright of Izumi Matsumoto; new
characters and situations created by and copyright of Tony Chen, Greg
Dreher, Daniel Lee, Paolo Valladolid, and Jeoff Wilks.  Episode text
copyright of Greg Dreher.  Any use of copyrighted or trademarked
material should not be construed as a challenge to these statuses.

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Fugawari Orange Street Episode 3
"A Question Of Trust: Kazuya's Campaign Of Love"

It was early in the morning when Kazuya worked his way to the auditorium of 
Kouryou High School.  A chilly breeze wafted past, stirring the branches 
of a nearby cherry tree and causing Kazuya to clutch his coat tighter to 
his body.  He briefly pondered the banner above the main entrance to the 
auditorium: "Student Body Elections: Campaign Speeches Today."

Emi opened one of the rows of doors.  "Kasuga-kun, get in here now!" she 
yelled.  "You're going to listen to my speech once before I give it to 
the assembled student body."

Kazuya just shrugged and followed Emi.  Taking the quasi-official 
position of Emi's campaign manager offered him one more opportunity to be 
close to her, even if it meant rising early to listen to pointless polemics.

"But it's worth it," Kazuya thought.  He still remembered clearly that 
first time when Emi showed her faith in him.  After last week's Student 
Council meeting, Emi had called him and him alone aside.

"Kasuga-kun, I know you are aware of my interest in becoming Student Body 
President.  But I can't do it alone.  I need people who are dedicated, 
creative, self-driven, and unique.  And there's a special position 
reserved for the most capable of these people.  Kasuga-kun, for all I've 
ever said, know that I only thought of one person who should be my 
campaign manager.  Will you take the position?"

The joy he still felt kept Kazuya going, even at this early hour.

Emi and Kazuya entered a small room which was probably at one point an 
equipment closet.  "Okay, here it goes," Emi began.  "*Ahem* My 
fellow Kouryou students:  This year seemed to be a good year for the 
school.  But was it?  And even if it was, how can it be better?  In my 
analysis...."

Thinking back, Kazuya figured it was about here where he lost track of 
time, space, and especially Emi's speech.  In any case, he found himself 
sitting in a small bank of folding chairs on the side of the stage, 
watching Emi give this somehow familiar speech.

"Now, what this school needs is not just a new Student Body President, 
especially if that person is just a carbon copy of the last Student Body 
President.  In fact, why hold elections at all if the end result is no 
changes at all?  A vote for Vice-President Towa is a vote for the same dull 
policies which go back to a time long before you and I got here.  What this 
school needs is a new visionary, one who is proud to have made this school 
better!  This school needs me, Shimada Emi.  So, please think of what you 
want as you vote in two weeks.  The same, or better?  The choice is obvious.
Thank you."

Polite applause from the similarly uninterested crowd broke out.  "Not 
much point in staying while Emi restates her case," Kazuya thought.  He 
sighed and started for the door, leaving Emi to the reporters from the 
school newspaper.

Kazuya met Yukio as he entered the lobby.  Few things could make Kazuya feel 
smaller than walking alongside his tall, athletic, handsome long-time 
friend.

Yukio: It's very nice to miss morning classes for these political 
speeches.  Sure, they were boring, but at least I got to avoid 
Yuji-sensei's beratement for half a day.

Kazuya: I don't know, I thought Shimada-san's was good.

Yukio: Of course you did, "Kasuga Kazuya, Campaign Manager."  How can you 
bother to get involved with such pointless things as high school politics?

Kazuya: Oh, I don't know... {it helps me get closer to Emi?}

Yukio: It helps you get closer to Shimada-san?

Kazuya could feel his face turn red.  He quickly revised his earlier 
thought.  Emi's continued rejections made him feel worse than walking 
alongside Yukio.

Yukio: [Slyly] Any luck with Shimada-san yet? [Very brief pause] Of 
course not.

Apparently, Yukio had developed the ESPer telepathy power.  Or, the look 
on Kazuya's face gave everything away.  Kazuya just grunted, embarrassed. 
Fortunately, a cute brunette who was always supportive of Kazuya 
approached.  Kazuya was relieved to see Maiko.

Maiko: Ohayou*, Yukio!  Ohayou, Kazu-kun!
*Good morning

Yukio: Ohayou.

Kazuya: Ohayou, Mai-chan!

Maiko: [Holding up an obentou*] Care to join me for lunch? 
*Prepared box lunch

Kazuya: I'd love to.

Yukio: What?  No katsu-sand today?

Kazuya: I would, but I can't tutor you tonight; I'm working.  But if 
you're feeling kind enough to hand out free katsu-sands, well then, 
tomorrow I'll....

Yukio: You know the rules....

A voice from behind: Well, what if I tutor you?  I sure could go for a 
katsu-sand about now.

Kazuya, Yukio, and Maiko turned around to see Emi approach.

Emi: Since Kazuya is backing out of his commitments, I'm willing to help 
you learn this week's assignments.

Kazuya: This isn't backing out, I'll have you know.

Emi: You shouldn't put too much faith in someone so irresponsible and 
troublesome....

Kazuya: Hey!

Yukio: It's nothing like that, Shimada-san.  I know Kazuya-kun often has 
responsibilities which are more important than these tutoring sessions.

Maiko: I know Kazu-kun is really good about about these things.  Besides, 
if he's so bad, why are you putting so much of your campaign in his hands?

Emi: [Deliberately ignoring Maiko] Anyway, Kasuga-kun, don't forget to meet 
me after school to finalize the new flier design!

Kazuya: [With a bit of anger and frustration] I never forget! [Emi 
leaves] Che*, how much do I have to do to make her forget events from the 
past?
*A mild oath

Maiko: Those pranks were too memorable for anyone to easily forget 
about!  Besides, [moving a bit closer to Kazuya] they were so much fun!

Yukio thought of the occasional prank that had victimized him.  "SOME of 
them were fun," he said in conclusion.

The three of them neared the cafeteria.  They could see several of 
Yukio's female admirers racing towards them, yelling "Yukio-kun!" in 
multiple high voice pitches.

"Kazu-kun, I think we better leave quickly!" Maiko urged.  

"Couldn't agree with you more," Kazuya replied.  They hurried off in the 
direction of an entrance to the school building proper.

After climbing several sets of stairs, Maiko and Kazuya reached the 
roof.  It was surprisingly warm; the sun had taken the edge off the 
morning chill.  "I guess I underestimated Emi," Kazuya mused.
They sat down against the wall near the door.  Maiko opened one obentou and 
handed it to Kazuya, then opened another for herself.  They began to eat.

Maiko watched Kazuya carefully for signs of any reaction.  She hoped the 
lunch she made was delicious.  Why wasn't he saying anything?
 
Maiko: Anou*... do you like it?
*Umm...

Kazuya: Yes, it's very good.  Thank you very much.

Maiko: {I'm glad.} Eito*... would it bother you if I stopped by Abcb tonight?
*Another kind of umm...

Kazuya: No, not at all.

Maiko: Kazu-kun, I'd like to... 

Maiko's train of thought and Kazuya's attention were broken by the door 
to the stairs opening.  A beautiful blonde, about Kazuya's height, 
stepped through.  She wore her hair in twin pony tails this day.

"Kawaii*..." Kazuya thought.  "Ahh, lovely Kyouko-san...."  
*So cute

Maiko: Hey, Kyou-chan!

Kazuya: Kyouko-san, why don't you come join us?

Maiko: [Jabbing Kazuya gently in the ribs.] "Kyouko-san?"  Silly!

Kyouko: I didn't know you two ate lunch on the roof.  For a moment, 
I thought I was interrupting some personal moment, ne*, Mai-chan?
*Isn't that right?

Kazuya: [Nervously] Oh, no, no, it's nothing like that.  You mean you 
haven't gone to the lunchroom?

Kyouko: I went there once.  It's a zoo!  I thought American schools were 
supposed to be the most unruly.

Maiko: I think it's just our school.

Kyouko: Maybe Takahashi Rumiko-san used this school as an example for 
Ranma's and Ryouga's junior high....

Kazuya: Wait, you saw Ranma 1/2 while in America?

Kyouko: Yeah, a friend there showed me the English dub.  It's terrible!  
Do you know that women are doing both of Ranma's voices?

Maiko: [Laughing] Really?

Kazuya: Why do you come up here at lunchtime?

Kyouko: I don't know, I guess I just need a quiet moment.

Kazuya: {This is the spunky Kyou-chan I remember?}

Kyouko: Everything is so strange... being back in Japan after years 
abroad.  It's so disorienting.  For example, even though I attended a 
juku* while in America, and even though I was in a good American school, 
I'm afraid I might have ended up too far behind.
*Preparatory cram school for the juken, or college entrance exams.  
Attended by most Japanese natives as well as by Japanese students living 
outside Japan.

Maiko: But you took the exam for this high school, right?

Kyouko: Yes, but still....  I mean, I don't have anyone to study with.

Maiko: You could study with me.

Kyouko: Really?

Kazuya, lost in Kyouko's beauty, suddenly realized that here was a chance 
to get closer to her.  He quickly interjected, hoping he hadn't completely 
missed this opportunity.

Kazuya: I'm willing to help you study, even though I'm guessing you won't 
need the help.  But I'm working tonight....  

Kyouko: That's really kind of both of you.

Maiko: I wouldn't worry.  Do you want to study tonight, say, at seven?

Kyouko: That would be great!  Wait, here's a better idea.  Do you want to 
go out for dinner beforehand?

Maiko: N*!
*Uh-huh!

The school's warning bell rung loud and clear.  Especially loud, since 
Maiko and Kazuya had inadvertently positioned themselves underneath a 
speaker.  Kyouko and Maiko had finished eating, but Kazuya had spent too
much time gazing at Kyouko.  Kyouko and Maiko got up and left, leaving 
Kazuya alone, furiously trying to finish his half-eaten obentou.

Kazuya ran down to the classroom, for the first time that day.  Kazuya  
was late, but for some reason, the teacher hadn't arrived.  
Relieved, he sat down.  He pounded his chest, attempting to get 
the last bits of rice out of his windpipe and into his stomach.  
Everyone in the class was watching the daily announcements, broadcast over 
the television in the corner of the room.  Kazuya did the same.

The announcer shuffled some papers in professional newscaster, or perhaps 
Dennis Miller, style, and began speaking.  "Welcome to this afternoon 
edition of the morning announcements!  First up, let's look at 
highlights of last night's basketball game versus Toryou High School."

Kazuya noted that most of the girls in the class were watching, waiting 
intently.  Most of the guys were paying some attention.  Yukio was staring 
out the window, expressly avoiding the monitor.

Nothing happened on the TV screen.  The announcer found himself 
attempting to hold the difficult TV announcer facial expression.   From  
off-screen, some A/V techie muttered, "Hold on a sec...."  Finally, 
highlights of the game appeared on the screen.  It showed first 
several impressive three-point shots, followed by other scoring shots.  
Every play involving Yukio elicited squeals of Japanese teenage girl delight.

The announcer began his delayed speech.  "Nakada Eiji sank 5 threes and led 
the team with 26 points, and Motomura Yukio added 19 as Kouryou defeated  
Toryou 65-49.  Kouryou improved to 21-5, 17-2 in conference.  Koryou's 
best performance in over 30 years has continued, but the team will face 
its biggest challenge this season in an upcoming home-and-away series 
with Tomobiki High School, currently undefeated in conference and ranked 
#3 in the prefecture.  Coach Handa spoke after the game on the importance of 
fan support in the forthcoming games with Tomobiki."

The screen switched to a tape of the post-game press conference from the 
previous night.  Coach Handa's very serious image appeared on-screen.  
Kazuya thought his graying hair and stern visage made him look like a 
Yakuza boss.  "I feel I can safely say without insulting any of the fine 
athletes I've had the opportunity to coach that this is the finest team 
I've ever coached.  Yet I fear the media hasn't given us much respect, 
continuing to believe our season is a fluke.  A strong showing against 
Tomobiki, especially a victory, would serve to finally convince the many 
naysayers.  To that end, we want a strong showing at the Friday night 
game here.  A good, supportive crowd is like a sixth man, after all."

The announcer's face and voice returned to the announcements.  "Kouryou 
actually has an outside chance of winning the conference title, but that 
would require two victories versus Tomobiki and several other games to 
fall the right way.  In other news, this morning saw the kickoff of this 
year's campaign season.  For highlights, let's go to Matsura Kimiko at 
the scene...."

Kazuya slumped onto his desk at the mere thought of hearing Emi's speech 
yet again.

Following an afternoon of shortened and uneventful classes, Kazuya 
maneuvered against the tide of students moving to the doors.  He needed 
to meet Emi.  She was in the Student Council room, as he had guessed.  As 
was typical, she was busily scribbling in her personal planner.  Kazuya 
quietly pushed open the door and entered the room.

Emi: Ah, Kasuga-kun.  Glad you're here.  Now, here's the idea I have.  
I've made up four different fliers.  Here's the first one, it just says, 
"Shimada Emi for Student Body President."  That flier will be used to 
saturate the walls of the school first.  Then, we'll put up these two: 
this one, with my picture and the slogan "For change; for Kouryou," and 
this one, the issues flier.  And then there's this one, a simple 
encouragement to vote "from the Shimada for President organization."  
This one goes up around the gym, the lunch room, and all these areas I've 
highlighted [handing a Kouryou map to Kazuya] where guys tend to congregate.

Kazuya: What, you think you're going to get guys to vote for you just 
because you're... {truly beautiful?}

Emi: Of course. [Spreading a desk-blotter-sized calendar on the desk in 
front of them] Now, today is February 29th.  The day of the election is 
Friday, March 15th.

Kazuya: March 15th?  Isn't that the Ides of March?  Isn't that a bad 
sign?

Emi: "Et tu Kasuga?"  It doesn't matter if the elections are held on 
the unluckiest day imaginable; with this plan I've created, I will win.  
It will definitely be an unlucky day... for my competition!

Kazuya: Shimada-san, just what do I, as campaign manager, need to do?

Emi: First, get 100 copies of each flier made up.  Then, post them 
according to the plan I outlined.  Okay?

Kazuya: Anou.... {am I just her slave?}

Emi: Kazuya-kun, can I count on you?

Kazuya: {"Kazuya-kun?"}

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Tatewaki Kunou and Sasuke are sitting on a balcony, overlooking the lush 
gardens of the Kunou estate.

Sasuke: So what will it be, Master Kunou?  Student Body President or 
captain of the kendo team?

Kunou: Both.

Sasuke: Both?

Kunou: Both.

Sasuke: "Shooting Star" or "Blue Thunder?"

Kunou: Both.

Sasuke: Both?

Kunou: Both.

Sasuke: Meat lovers' or stuffed crust pizza?

Kunou: Both.

A knock is heard from below the balcony.

Delivery person: Pizza Hut, Delivery!

Announcer: [With shots of delicious hot pizza]  Now you can have both!  
Enjoy the taste of Pizza Hut's famous meat lovers' or other specialty 
pizzas with our delicious stuffed crust: mozzarella cheese baked into 
every bite.  For a limited time, get a medium specialty pizza with 
stuffed crust for $8.99, dine in, carry-out, or delivery!*
*Where available

[Back to the Kunou mansion]

Sasuke: So who will it be?  Akane or the pig-tailed girl?

[Kunou just looks at Sasuke]

Sasuke: Both.

Kunou: [Smug and satisfied] Both.

[Writer's note: Standard disclaimer]

END COMMERCIAL BREAK

With the way she addressed him, and the way she emphasized "count on," 
Kazuya couldn't do anything but agree to do his best.  Walking home, he 
found his optimistic self and his pessimistic self in a heated debate as to 
what Emi meant.  As normally happened, pessimism won out.  Depressed, he 
entered his house.

Kazuya found no one there to greet him.  Everything was perfectly 
quiet and still.  "Now, I should go get those fliers made now, but I'm too 
tired," Kazuya thought.  "A nap would be nice."  As he was still in 
pessimist mode, he was depressed, too.  He walked into his room and did an 
ungraceful backflop onto his bed.  Staring at his ceiling, he began to 
replay Emi's words for the 6.02x10^23th time that day.  "'Kazuya-kun...' 
she said...."

His train of thought was interrupted by an indistinct but large grey and 
white shape rapidly approaching his face.  Kazuya threw up a quick 
telekinetic barrier, and Tera's claws were scratching the air centimeters 
above his face.  He was quite happy it wasn't his face.  Kazuya wished he 
could just teleport Tera to somewhere in the troposphere, but 
unfortunately, his side of the family never exhibited that power.  
Instead, he just telekinetically pushed the cat out of his room and 
closed his door.

Kazuya thought that Tera would never forgive him for all the pranks he 
pulled on and using her.  He could only pray Emi would be more forgiving.

The sound of 7 kg of overweight cat falling somewhere in the house caused 
Kazuya to awaken.  He quickly glanced at the clock.  5:30 PM?  It was 
good he wasn't scheduled to work until 6:00.  He silently berated himself 
for not setting an alarm.  With the Kasuga family luck, he never should 
have trusted himself to awaken in time.  As Kazuya gathered his Abcb 
uniform, he noticed the four flier archtypes lying on the floor.  He 
wouldn't have time to make copies before his shift began.  "Emi couldn't 
have been showing her true affections," he thought.  "This slave labor can 
wait."

At her apartment, Emi looked at a yearbook-style black and white team 
photo.  A red ink mark encircled the face of one of the team's members.
"Motomura Yukio...." Emi began to think.  "The object of desire of most 
of the female student body.  In other words, the perfect person to 
complement my campaign.  With a few key photo sessions and public 
appearances, I will get the support of the other half of the student 
body.  Victory will be mine!"  Emi checked off the fourth element of a 
short list entitled "Personal Campaign Plan."  That list was headed by 
the entry "1. Get Kasuga to do the tough work with a fancy title and 
friendly words."

Maiko and Kyouko were at small ramen shop, slurping from sizable bowls of 
noodles.  Even though seated in a corner, they still needed to speak up 
to be heard over the din of the other customers.

Maiko: It doesn't look like you've forgotten how to eat ramen, Kyou-chan!

Kyouko: You're right... but I have more important things to have not 
forgotten.

Maiko: Daijoubu*, Kyou-chan!  Your first day, you aced Yuji-sensei's 
exam.  Didn't you say you went to a juku while in America?
*It's all right

Kyouko: Yeah, but....

Maiko: Okay, let's start with the hardest subject for a student studying 
outside Japan.  How much did you study Japanese literature?

Kyouko: I had a Japanese native, a student at UCLA, teaching me.  And my 
parents had study materials shipped from Japan.

Maiko: See?  What are you worrying about?  Now, you finished eating?  Let's 
go study.  Why don't we go to your new place?

Kyouko: Anou... It's still quite a mess, so maybe not....

Maiko: Fine, we can go to my place then.

Kyouko: [finishing the last of her ramen] Sure!

Kyouko and Maiko grabbed their school bags and left the ramen shop

Later, at Abcb, Kazuya was slowly washing some dishes.  "It'd be nice for 
someone I know to stop by," he thought.  "But everyone seems to be 
studying but me."

Yukio's apartment was almost devoid of activity.  Yukio and Emi were the 
only people there, and only Emi was moving about.  She was pacing as she 
spoke, pointing to a textbook and several pages of notes spread out on the 
table in front of Yukio.  "No, look at the way this English verb is 
conjugated, Motomura-kun," she reprimanded.  "Since it's irregular, you need 
to use this rule to find the past tense.  See?  |Sing| becomes |Sang|."  

Yukio, as normal, looked bored out of his mind.

"Aha!  He's tired of trying to learn!" Emi noticed.  "The perfect time to 
implement my plan!"  Emi reached into her school bag and withdrew a thin 
stack of laserjet printouts.  

Emi: [Spreading the papers out in front of Yukio] Now, Motomura-kun....

Yukio: Huh?

Emi: I've made up these study sheets.  They're carefully-organized 
summaries of the relevant chapters from English and math, and summaries 
and analyses from literature.  They should be suitable, even for you.

Yukio: [Warily] This is very nice of you, Shimada-san....

Emi: I want to help you out.  You never know when I might need your 
help.  {And little do you know how I do....}

Yukio: On the subject of help, there's something you can do for me.

Emi: Oh?

Yukio: [Handing Emi 8 tickets]  You could distribute these basketball 
tickets.  Coach Handa is very serious about getting fan support.  There 
are 4 tickets for each game of the home-and-away series.

Emi: And what do I do with these?

Yukio: Come to the game yourself, for one.  After all, the student body 
president should show strong school spirit.

Emi: Hmpf.

Yukio: And, give a pair to Kazuya.  He certainly deserves a break from 
work and thanks for helping me so much.

Emi: [Dejectedly] All right.  But what about the other 4?

Yukio: Oh, give them to anyone you can think of.  Coach wants bodies in 
the stands.

Emi: All right, I don't see much reason to stay.  Just study those 
sheets, and you will do better on the next exam.

Emi retrieved her jacket from the chair she had draped it over.  She 
departed and headed back towards her apartment.

Maiko and Kyouko were seated on a couch and loveseat in Maiko's 
apartment.  They sat, relaxed, not even looking at the books on the 
coffee table nearby.  Rather, they were chatting and giggling.

Maiko: Kazuya-kun sometimes acted really strange when he was young.  Did you 
know I found him one time tied to a post?*
*See manga episode 7.2 "Panic Kid! Again!"

Kyouko: Hee?  Hontou?*
*Whaat?  Really?

Maiko: N!  It was just before you found us that day.

Kyouko: You didn't say anything about finding Kazu-kun tied to a post!

Maiko: That's because I was mad at you for trying to take take him away 
that day. [Short pause] Just why were we fighting over Kazuya-kun, anyway?

Kyouko: Oh, I don't remember.  {Well, there was that one time....}

Maiko: You know, I can't really remember either!  {Well, I do remember 
that one time....}

Kyouko: It has been 10 years!

Maiko: And then, you moved away.  There was so much more you missed!

Kyouko: Tell me!

Maiko: Well, there's.... [She stops as she hears the door slam]  What?  
Father is home already?  [Checking a wall clock]  It's 9:40 now?

Kyouko: Already?  Taihen!*  I need to be home in 20 minutes!
*Terrible!

Maiko: That's too bad; we could have visited Kazuya at work!  Well, shall 
I walk you home?

Kyouko: Yeah!

Maiko: See?  I told you that you wouldn't need tutoring!

Kyouko: You're right.  And talking about old times was much more fun than 
studying!

The two left Maiko's apartment.  On the trip back, Maiko related to 
Kyouko the time they got the sprinkler system to go off while Emi was 
participating in a junior high forensics contest.  Maiko was surprisingly 
exuberant and animated while talking with her onetime childhood rival/friend.

Maiko: And she was just on a roll.  Nothing was going to stop her speech 
from reaching its dramatic conclusion... until she found her note cards 
getting blurred by dripping water.  She tried bravely to continue, but 
soon found the rush of water drowning out her voice... and herself!

Kyouko: That's too cool!  Eito... isn't that her?

Sure enough, coming up the path through the park was Shimada Emi.  As 
always, she carried herself with a determined air.

Emi: [Recognizing the new transfer student] Ah, Moriyama-san!  I've got 
the perfect opportunity for you to get more involved with our school.  
Why don't you attend some games of our excellent basketball team?  I have 
tickets for the next two games.  They're free!

Maiko gave Emi a very unfriendly look.

Kyouko: Ummm... you want me to go alone?

Emi noticed Kyouko's hesitancy.  It seemed she had developed a strong 
friendship with the troublemaker now staring daggers at the giftbringer.
Emi finally concluded that winning the favor of this new student would 
require lowering herself a little.

Emi: Fine.  Asagiri, why don't you come and _support_ our school too?  
It'd be a nice change.... 

Maiko: [Curtly] Thanks, Shimada. [To Kyouko, ignoring Emi] I think this 
might be fun.

Kyouko: Sure, let's go. [To Emi] Thank you.

Following this chance meeting, the two parties departed in opposite 
directions.

Kyouko glanced behind to verify that Emi was safely out of earshot, then
turned back to Maiko.

Kyouko: You don't seem to like her very much.

Maiko: She's... I just think she sometimes treats Kazu-kun unfairly.

Kyouko recalled her first conversation with Emi.

(flashback)

Emi: You shouldn't hang out with those two. I'm warning you right now -
they're nothing but troublemakers!  Hang out with me instead and you'll
become an admired leader in this school in no time.

Kyouko: Who are they?

Emi: Kasuga Kazuya and Asagiri Maiko...

(end flashback)

Kyouko: But... she *was* a victim of Kazu-kun's pranks, ne?

Maiko: Hai!  Most of the time she deserved it!  I have no regrets being his
frequent accomplice.  You weren't here when she first transferred to our
junior high school.

Kyouko: What happened?

Maiko: I can't explain it exactly... but the first time we laid eyes on each
other, I knew we wouldn't like each other.  She would do things like 
snitch on Kazu-kun and me when we passed notes in class.  I think she got 
it in her head that just because I didn't--still don't--dress like other 
girls, I'm a tomboy and somehow "deviant."

Kyouko: Well, you *were* Kazu-kun's "assistant" too....

Maiko: He's my best friend--well, the *only* person I could truly consider
a friend.  That is, until you came along!

The two girls continued walking and chatting into the night.

Just before 10:00, Emi reached Abcb.  Kazuya was alone in 
the front, wiping tables and preparing to close the store. 

Emi: [Entering] Good evening, Kasuga-kun.

Kazuya: [Surprised] Shi-shimada-san!

Emi: I have a surprise for you!

Kazuya remembered a few of Emi's recent "surprises."  He quietly hoped 
this wasn't an opportunity for Emi to insult him, and bravely put a smile 
on his face.

Kazuya: What is it?

Emi: [Holding up two tickets] How would you like to go to the next two 
Kouryou basketball games with me?

Kazuya: {A d-date?} I-I-I'd love to!

Emi: [Tucking the tickets into the pocket of Kazuya's Abcb uniform] Great!  
Now, I need to get home, or my parents will worry about me.  So I'll see 
you tomorrow?

Kazuya: H-hai.*
*Y-yes.

Emi: Jaa ne*! 
*See ya!

Emi left, and Kazuya found himself alone with his feelings.  He 
remembered Emi's surprise form of addressing him that afternoon.  "So she 
really thinks of me as her Kazuya-kun!  And she invited _me_ on a date!"  
So rarely was his optimistic self proven right!  Kazuya nearly caused 
stacks of dishes to collapse three times as his distracted mind almost 
let his body run into the stacks.

Clutching the tickets Emi had given him, Kazuya hurried home.  He exchanged 
greetings with his parents and went to his room.  While hanging up his 
Abcb uniform, he glanced down and noticed something.  "Ah!  The fliers I was 
supposed to put up!  I haven't even made copies yet.  How can I fail Emi?  
I can't let everything we've done get ruined...."

Determined, Kazuya began to weigh his options.  "Now, there aren't any 
stores open now where I could make copies, but I can do that tomorrow 
morning.  I need at least an hour to put up enough fliers, and a half 
hour round trip to get to a copy store, and maybe ten minutes to make the 
copies, so all I need to do is get up at 5 AM."

"5 AM?"  Kazuya would normally have fallen over at this realization, but 
this was a special occasion.  "Oh well, some sacrifices have to be made for 
love!"

Fugawari Orange Street Episode 3 Credits        | Release Date: 2/29/96
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                                   Lead Writer: | Greg Dreher
                            Additional Writing: | Tony Chen
                                                | Paolo Valladolid
                                                | Jeoff Wilks*
                       Editing and pre-reading: | Tony Chen
                                                | Greg Dreher
                                                | Daniel Lee
                                                | Paolo Valladolid
                                                | Jeoff Wilks
 This series would not exist if it weren't for: | Matsumoto Izumi-sama
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*Flashback from FOS #2