The Greater South American Writing Group - Miami Division 

Presents:

A fanfic.


Based on:

Maison Ikkoku.


Titled:

'This Author Writes A Different Ending.'

or 

'Godai and Grape Jelly, Film At 11.'


Written by:

Odie


Now, to the story.........


Chapter One:

Another Royal Fuck-up


"Ah.....um........K-Kyoko......it's not what it seems!" 

<Silence and wind blowing through trees right about....NOW>

Kyoko stiffened and gave Godai and his new appendage Yagami a haughty
look.

"What should I care what you and your 'girlfriend' do? It's none of my
business right? After all, I'm just the manager." The last phrase was
spoken with such thinly veiled venom Godai could have died of poisoning,
providing, 
of course, that speech was poisinous. Luckily for him, it was not.

Godai sputtered and his arms flailed helplessly in Yagami's tight
embrace. 

"I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone for a while. Don't forget the
rent is due, Mr. Godai. Now if you'll excuse me--"

"B-but Kyoko, you don't understan-"

"--I have to go get ready for my date tonight with Mitaka. Good -day-
Mr. Godai!"

*SLAM*

<Why me? Why does this ALWAYS happen to me,> Godai helplessly thought.
It was always the same vicious circle of half-love and hate with him and
the manager. He wondered how long it would take him this time to get the
chance to explain to her that Yagami had hugged -him- and not the other
way around. He did, of course, try to get away but........

<Um.....Yagami's a strong girl. Y-yeah that's it......> Godai shuddered.
This was not a good start to the week. Not good at all. 

Yagami looked at the now closed front door and cocked her head to the
side, lost in thought.

"Godai-sensei?," she asked.

Tiredly, Godai answered. "What is it Yagami?"

"Why is Kyoko-san always so mad at you? It almost seems like she......"

"Like she what?" Godai held his breath at the possible answer. Maybe
Yagami was seeing more his way now.

"Almost like she.........really, really, REALLY hates you."

If this were the Ranma universe, Godai would have facefaulted. Instead,
he merely slapped his hand to his forehead in disguist and screamed out
to the heavens.

"WHY ME, DEAR GOD!? WHY??"

"`Cause you're a spineless, gutless, wimpy, insecure guy with no future
and a really lousy job. How's that sound?" 

That voice could belong to none other than Akemi, the building's
resident.....<hmm, they're all drunks really....she's.....eh, a slut I
guess.> It then registered what nice things Akemi said about him yelling
from the second story open window and he winced. He didn't need to hear
that out in the open where others could hear--

"And a college flunkout too! Wahahahahaha!"

That, of course, had to be Mrs. Ichinose. Never mind he actually did go
to college and graduate. He would always be Mr. Flunkout to her. In her
left hand she held a half empty bottle of sake, one of his own personal
supply no doubt, herself being too cheap to spend her own money. Godai
sighed heavily and decided not to get into it with both Akemi and the
old lady today. He was too tired for it. Amist peals of hysterical
laughter from Akemi and Ichinose, he extricated himself from Yagami's
clutches and walked to his room slowly, the love-struck girl close
behind. 

Or was that 'watching his behind?'


*author slapped for previous sentence, disregard.*


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I just wanted to run this by y'all to see if y'all thought it was worth
pursuing. I don't see many Maison works on the ML and I think it's
Takahashi's best <or bestest?> work imo. I haven't written diddly squat
in about a couple of months, so if anyone cares to waster they're tyme
cheqking for speling errurs ayd grammur I'd really appreciate it. :)
Laterz y'all.

*author slapped for being Hispanic and still using the word -y'all-,
disregard.*

Odie