To all:

I'm forwarding this fragment to the FFML and Karekano lists for a fledgling
writer who isn't on any of these lists. I've given "Terra" what feedback I
can, but she needs more C&C than just mine, not to mention more
encouragement; what she has so far is one of the more entertaining bits of
Karekano fanwork I've read lately, and it shouldn't go to waste.

That and she plugs my fics, so I owe her a favor. :)

Comments should preferably be sent directly to Terra at
destinyplot@lycos.com; however, comments sent care of myself at
corrig11@pilot.msu.edu will be forwarded to her promptly.

Paul Corrigan
corrig11@pilot.msu.edu 
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Author's Notes: You're probably wondering why my notes are at the 
beginning rather than at the end. This story needs an introduction. 

This fic came from a conversation my brother, a fellow KareKano fan, 
and I had about Tsubasa. I said that if KareKano ever became dubbed, 
Joani Baker should do her voice because she first did Amelia and her 
Amelia sounded like she had a terrible cold. Like our dear Tsubasa 
does. My brother suggested I write a fic "Tsubasa Shibahime: Champion 
of Justice". 

At first, I couldn't think of how could be done. I hate cross-overs 
where the Slayers cast get sent to modern day and I don't see how 
KareKano could go to Slayers time. But then I thought, "Hey! Who says 
the characters have to meet?" And so I give you... this fic. 

Please keep in mind that I like Amelia of Slayers a lot. I'm making fun 
of Amelia's first three episodes, where she was very naive and silly. 
In case you're curious, I prefer Veronica Taylor.

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Tsubasa Shibahime: Champion of Justice
By Terra

KareKano devised by whoever devised it and not me.
Slayers devised by whoever devised it and not me. 
You can tell I research my favorite shows.

For my brother, who suggested the idea in the first place, so IT'S HIS 
FAULT!!!! And also for filling in any gaps I had in information.

It was 2001 AD, most of the Japanese empire lay in ruins. The bubble 
economy finally burst and blah, blah, blah. Go read one of Paul 
Corrigan's fics if you want the whole speech. I'll finish up...

HOWEVER!

Time was closing in on both fronts. She only had time to do one 
project: both were due the same day.
	"Newspaper... school... newspaper... school... money... not 
getting my ass kicked... money... not getting my ass kicked..." Aya sat 
at her workstation, pencil in hand, paper in front of her. The computer 
to her right remained dark and cold.
	The clock above her read: 4:00 PM. 
	"I can't think of anything. There's no way I can think of two 
somethings!" Aya tore at her hair, screaming, "THIS SUCKS!" She 
regained her composure.
	"I could write about writers' block for the article. Or perhaps 
how our brains are being eaten away by the government. That could work, 
it's nearly election day. Nah, too bland." Aya leaned back in her chair 
as she thought aloud, "I could write about how music has changed 
through the ages. I could write about cloud-watching and how it brings 
us tranquillity and stops violence." She let the chair go back on four 
legs and declared, "I'll do that, I haven't done a sentimental piece 
for awhile." So, she began working madly on her cloud-watching article. 
She made five rough drafts then turned on her computer, researched the 
types of clouds, typed and edited her piece of "wonderful literature". 
Then the clock hit 8:00 PM.
	"CRAP! I haven't even started the play for the festival yet! I 
don't even have an idea what it should be about!" Aya put her head in 
her hands and moaned, "What am I going to do now? Even if I had an 
idea, I have no time to even write it!"
	The banner ad changed on the site she was on. She noticed the 
change between her fingers and looked up. The banner was puttering 
happily, advertising a website that had scripts for popular movies and 
TV shows. The director's chairs and movie reels bopped in rhythm of 
some hidden music. It was unbelievably gaudy but...
	"It's so wrong," Aya said as the idea went into her head, "I 
can't do this. It would jeopardize my reputation!" She looked again at 
the clock: 8:23 PM. "Screw it."
	She clicked on the banner ad.

*** ***

	"Hey, Aya, did you finish the play yesterday?" Rika asked in her 
usual bubbly manner.
	"Yup, it's called 'A Lovely Princess' Magic Training'. It's a 
swords and sorcery type thing." Aya said, holding up the diskette, "I 
was about to print the script off on the school's computers. Want to 
come along?"
	"Okay!" 
	"But first we need to find Yukino and Arima."
	"Why?"
	"I want them to play these two parts."

*** ***

	"Sure! That would be great!" Yukino answered for the both of 
them, "what's my part's name again?"
	"Lisa. Lisa Intime, sorcery genius."
	"That's really cool! I thought you were into more sci-fi."
	"I thought it was time for a change of pace," Aya shrugged.
	"I don't know if I want to..." Arima started but Yukino turned to 
him, "Come on! It will be fun! Your part barely has any lines anyway! 
Please, do for me! Pretty please?" 	
        Yukino gave him her best puppy dog look and Arima squirmed and 
waved his arms for protection, "Okay! Okay! I'll do it, just this once! 
Cut that out! Who am I playing, anyway?" Arima asked, reluctantly.
	Aya looked at the cast list in her copy of the script, "You're 
playing Garth Gabbread, the Swordsman of Light."
	"I guess that's fine."
	Aya handed them two copies of the script, "Look them over today. 
We're having rehearsal tomorrow right after school in the Home Ec. 
room."

*** ***

	Aya looked over her list of actors as she walked to the 
lunchroom, "Okay, Yukino is playing Lisa... Arima is playing Garth... 
Tsubaki is playing Crown Prince Patrick of Sayrunne... Rika is playing 
the traveling man... I got all the bandits/ghosts I need... now all I 
need to do is find Tsubasa." She put her list in her pocket and braced 
herself. Tsubasa was not pleased about her last role in one of her 
plays so she had to suggest this very carefully. No one else would want 
this role so she had to make sure Tsubasa would accept it and have no 
way out.
	Tsubasa was happily munching away on her lunch (which consisted 
of mostly dessert) when Aya sat down.
	"Tsubaki got a detention, Rika finished lunch early to finish a 
science project, and Yukino is making a poster or something," Tsubasa 
spoke between bites. Short and sweet, that's how Tsubasa was. 
	"I knew Tsubaki got a detention, we're in the same class," Aya 
replied. Damn, she didn't have back-up from Rika to help sell this role 
to Tsubasa.
	"Heard you finished your play," Tsubasa said.
	"Yes, actually I did."
	"No."
	"What?"
	"No, I'm not doing it. I don't care what you say, I refuse."
	"I didn't even ask you yet!"
	"I don't care! I knew you were going to! I won't do it!"
	"You don't even know what it's about."
	"Sure, I do."
	"Then what is it about?"
	"Something about school."
	"No. It has nothing to do with school."
	"But it has 'training' in the title. Anyway, it doesn't matter, 
I'm not doing it."
	"But I have the perfect part..."
	"No."
	"It's a big role..."
	"No."
	"You'll be the star..."
	"No."
	"You'll be the Princess..."
	"No."
	"I'll pay you."
	"No."
	"I'll feed you."
	Pause. "What will you give me?"
	"Um..." Aya didn't expect that she would actually have to cash 
that bribe in, "I'll give you Pocky."
	"How much Pocky?"
	"A lot."
	"That's not good enough. I'm thinking two years' supply."
	"You're insane!"
	Tsubasa got up from her chair, "I'll eat somewhere else then." 
	Aya grabbed her arm, "Fine! Three months supply!"
	"No. Two years."
	"Six months!"
	"No. Two. Years."
	"A year then!"
	Tsubasa concerned this, "Fine. What am I playing?" Tsubasa sat 
down again, giving Aya her full attention.
	"You'll be playing Princess Amy of Seyruun. Tsubaki is playing 
your father. The whole premise of the story is that Lisa Intime, played 
by Yukino, knows a powerful spell, the Dragon-Slave, and you want to 
learn it."
	"What's it do?"
	"Destroys cities with one blow." Tsubasa eyes lit up.
	"Cool. I'm in."
	Aya handed her the script, "Look over it tonight. We have 
rehearsal tomorrow in the Home Ec. room right after school."
	The bell rung for the end of lunch.

*** ***

	Tsubasa sat in the train, watching the people watching her. There 
was this guy sitting next to her that looked like a spy, with his dark 
glasses and trench coat. In front of her, there was a guy talking to 
some poor nurse about how he was God and how the only ones who will be 
saved are the ones would sleep with him.
	"I'm really bored," she thought. Even the crazies got repetitive 
after a while. She opened her school bag and took out her script.
	"'A Lovely Princess' Training! By Aya Sawada." She turned the 
page and flipped through some of the pages. All her actions and lines 
were highlighted. She turned back to the cast of characters.
	"'Amy: age 14, Princess of the city-state of Seyruun, short, 
immature, high voice, knows only white magic (i.e. healing), believes 
in Justice, hero-worshipping.' This has to be a joke," she flipped to 
the first page and read her lines. She was personally insulted. She 
read all her lines, each more stupid than the last. Her hands gripped 
the script.

*** ***

	"Look into the ocean and see the dying squid... I feel the pain 
of the calling birds..." Kazuma tapped his pencil against the table, 
"What rhymes with squid?" Suddenly the temperature of the room 
increased by 20 degrees, "Whoa, did I turn the AC off?" He turned 
around and saw a flaming Tsubasa. The figure asked, "Go on. Ask about 
my day."
	"How was your day?"
	Tsubasa slammed her bag in front of him, "You want to know about 
my day? I'll tell you about my day! First, I woke up nice and early so 
I didn't have to rush this morning. That was nice. Then I passed that 
really hard test on Edo dynasty which was nice too. Then I had lunch! 
Tsubaki got a detention, Rika had to finish her science project and 
Yukino was off making out with Arima so only me and Aya are there and 
she hands me this!" Tsubasa held the script a centimeter away from 
Kazuma's face, "And she says, 'Oh please, Tsubasa! I have the perfect 
part for you!' and after she offers me a year's supply of Pocky, I 
accept the role of Princess Amy of Seyruun!"
	"Never heard of her."
	"Of course not! Aya just wrote it last night!" Tsubasa stomped 
away from Kazuma, "I read this on the train today! She is the most 
stupidest person in the world! She's a little Justice freak and she 
trips over everything! Do I look like a Justice-loving Princess to 
you?!"
	"Of course you do..."
	"THE CORRECT ANSWER IS NO!"
	"Of course not! Why would anyone think otherwise?" 
	"I am so mad right now!"
	"Look, Tsubasa. Don't you think you're exaggerating? It's 
probably not that bad."
	"You want to hear some of these lines?" Tsubasa said, opening the 
door leading out to the balcony.
	"Okay."
	"Believe me, this is really bad. 'With a heart filled with love 
for Justice, the trip to Seyruun isn't far at all!'"
	"That is really stupid."
	Tsubasa flipped through some of the pages, "Here's more. 'I 
landed on the guy I wanted to save!'"
	Kazuma leaned back in his chair, laughing.
	"Wait! There's more! 'That's stealing and stealing is evil! Come 
forth, my sure swift punishment! Dragon-Slave! Oh, it feels good to 
triumph in the name of Justice!'"
	"Stop!" Kazuma gasped, "I hurt! Ow!"
	"There's more! 'I will not lose! No matter what the training! I 
will become a Champion of Justice just like Miss Lisa!'"
	Kazuma fell off his chair, gasping for air.
	Tsubasa leaned against the railing of the balcony, "'Villains who 
hold no mercy for the weak, Heaven will hold none for you!'" With she 
threw her arms up and leaned back against the railing. 
	The bolts of the railing had been loose for years but no one had 
ever bothered to fix them. The railing could no longer bear Tsubasa's 
weight and it disconnected from the balcony. Down came the railing, 
Tsubasa and all. Tsubasa fell on the grass from two stories up and the 
pages of the script fluttered about her like dying moths. 
	Kazuma stopped laughing and ran to the balcony. He saw Tsubasa 
lying on the grass, "Tsubasa! TSUBASA! Can you hear me?! Answer me!" 
Tsubasa did not move. Kazuma ran out of the room and ran down the three 
flights of stairs in record time. He found Tsubasa still laying there 
and checked for a pulse. She was still alive but she was unconscious.
	'Okay, don't move, Tsubasa. Well, I guess you can't really help 
that. I'll get help." Kazuma ran back to the house and called for an 
ambulance.

To be continued...

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