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                                interlude Edition

                     K i m a g u r e O r a n g e     R o a d 
                                F a n f i c t i o n

                                   by Robert Kwong
                                      ver 1.0
                               Finished August 3, 1998

Based on characters from the Kimagure Orange Road Series created by
the venerable Matsumoto Izumi.

As you can see, this is fanfiction harkening back to the old Kimagure Orange
Orange Road Series. These stories were written in the attempt to clarify
certain details assumed and to provide clues for future Hard Kor episodes.
Book A and Book B chapters provides the events after Shin Kor I. This Book C
interlude edition will bridge the gap between Shin Kor II and Shin Kor III.


HardKor Web Site (With Disclaimer and back-stories:
Book A and Book B chapters)
http://www-ucsee.eecs.berkeley.edu/~rk/HardKor.html

My SuperPage for the General Kimagure Orange Road enthusiast
http://www.animeyahoo.com

My contact email address for comments or further correspondence:
rk@soda.berkeley.edu

Feel free to email me your impressions and suggestions for the series. Beta
readers always welcome. If you want new stories emailed to you, please e-mail
me at the above address.

Thanks for reading my stories and making it one the most popular KOR fanfic
on the web! (30000 can't be wrong!)I hope you enjoy reading it as I did
writing it. Thanks again.
Robert Kwong
Ark Productions -98-


Legend:
Akane=Akane  Kasuga
Kurumi=Kurumi Kasuga
Manami=Manami Kasuga
Muroke=Koji Muroke
Shijama = Shijama Zumi
Taku = Taku Morisaki
Shun = Shun Kisaragi
Hasegawa = Hasegawa Kazuya

[]      - denotes scene changes
()      - indicates person thinking to himself
(**)    - indicates action or special effects.


Interlude: Chapter 3: Roaring Thunder

[On the early morning airplane flight to Honolulu]

(Ryusei Haroken is sitting comfortable in his first class seat)

(A stewartess walks up to him. Ryusei stares back at her through his
sunglasses)

"Hello sir. Welcome to JAL Airlines. My name is Kamakura Akari. I will be
serving you for the duration of this flight. Can I bring you anything such
as a magazine or maybe a drink?"

Ryusei: A cup of Takahara Sake would be good.

"A good selection sir. Anything else I can do for you?"

R: That would do for now, thank you.

R: 

(Ryusei reaches over and plucks out a book for his his black leather briefbag)

(Book title reads: The Odyssey)

R: 

(*Flashback at the office*)

"Master, can I come in?"

R: You're already half way in, #2. Another halfway in should be sufficient.

#2: You didn't forget about today did you?

R: Today? Today is like any other day. But what about today?

#2: It's my last day. I told you about 3 months ago. I'm going to the
boarding house tomorrow in preparation for the start of my college life.
Did you forget already?

R: Is it that time already? How the summer months have passed so quickly.

#2: Yeah, it sure has. I just wanted to give you something before I go.

R: You are giving me a gift? It should be I giving you something for your work.

#2: Many thanks, but there's no need to. You've already done way too much
for me already. I just wanted the chance to return the favor to you someday.

(Hands him a book)

R: No wrapping?

#2: There's nothing I can give you that can really suprise you, so I decided
to be more direct with it. I hope you enjoy the book.

R: A book by the poet Homer? The Odyssey? A sea story?

#2: Yeah. It's a classic. One of the finest Greek mythology and drama pieces
ever written. I thought with all the troubles with this play and all, that you
could use a little cheering up and inspiration at the same time. I hope you
enjoy it.

R: I'm sure I will, but I'm curious why you chose this classical book?

#2: I'm sure you're find out once you read it. I think you will find that you
and the protagonist have a lot more in common than you think.
The search to find out who you really are. To find your true identify and
self.

R: Curious comment, but I shall soon find out what you really mean when I get
the chance to read it. Arrigatou.

#2: (respectfully bows and leaves) Don't forget tomorrow's is Manami-san's
last day!

"Your drink sir."

R: (looks up at flight attendant) Ah yes, arrigatou.


[Back at the boarding school]

(We hear a slight rumble in the air which is getting louder and louder. Soon,
it is a loud, deafening roar.)

Shijama: (stirring from his sleep) W-w-whatt! Not those baka Shinohara guys at
it again with the room. Wait a moment, this is not my room!

Muroke: 'jama-kun. Shhh! You might wake up Taku-san.

"You have no need to worry waking me. I'm up already."

(both peer up towards the bunk to see Taku Morisaki peering through his
telescope)

Shijama: If I didn't wake him, that deafening noise would.  Which doesn't
explain why I am here.

Muroke: You don't remember? Right after you complained about those builder
guys, you collapsed from exhaustion. Apparently, the all-nighter and stress
from that ghost scare really knocked you out. Me and Taku-san carried you
back to our rooms where you stayed while those guys worked on the room.
You been asleep until now. So good morning to you!

Shijama: Are you kidding? It's morning now? I was out that long?

Muroke: Sure was. But I was awoken also by that annoying noise. What's causing
it?

Taku: I'm monitoring it right now through my 'scope. I see a rather stocky
person riding atop a rather large motorbike.

Muroke: Well, let's go out and find this creep and give him a piece of our
minds!

(As they proceed outside, they see a crowd of the residents already out there
in clad in their robes and standing around this curious figure wearing green
military fatigues and a helmet.)

(Shun Kisaragi, boarding house coordinator comes out with curlers in his hair
to meet this figure.)

Shun: Furusawa! Is that you playing a practical joke on the dormhouse? If it
is you, I'm not amused! Now take off that silly helmet!

"WRONG MAN YOU'RE LOOKING FOR MAAM! I GO BY SHeen-Oooo-Haaa-Raaa.
SHINOHARA ASUMA."

Muroke: (whispers to Shijama) So he must be your new roommate! What a
character!

Shun: (irate) First of all, I'm a he you're addressing, not a she. Second, Mr
Shinohara Asuma, please refrain from shouting out everything you say. My ears
are already ringing. Last,  I hope you are aware that you caused a big ruckus
this morning with your noise-maker here!

"Blame my Harley Davidson for the noise. Regrets for
my thundering entrance. Raced down the speedway yesterday night to break in
my 'Hog' and to make it here. Gomen.
But here I am now, ready and willing to be a proud, new member and resident of
the Greenwood facilities.

Taku: Greenwood? Where's that? What is he talking about?

(Muroke and Shijama just shrug their shoulders)

Shun: You may be sorry, but look at the trouble you caused everyone around
you. It's a good thing we're very liberal on these types of stunts. But I'll
have to report you to our head, Hasukawa-san. Speaking of which, there he is!
Suka-chan! There you are! Over here! Tell our new resident here the rules
around here!

Hasegawa: (looking quite dazed and speaking in a monotonic tone) Welcome to
Ryokurin Ryou boarding house. We hope your stay here would be a pleasant one.
Please be away that all mechanized travel vehicles are to be kept outside the
boarding house at all times. You may park in the holding area in the back lot.

"Yes sir. Arrigatou for the info. (to crowd) My friends! Excuse my rude
intrusion today! Free  drinks for all at my place after school!


(A loud cheer erupts from the crowd as Shinohara revs up his bike, raises his
hand to acknowledge the cheering crowd, pops a wheelie on his bike and
rides off)

Shun: (waving to the crowd, trying to talk to the crowd above the
thunderous noise of the motorcycle) Don't pay attention to him! House rules
must be followed. Hey, is anybody listening? Hello?


Taku: What a daredevil! I wish I could ride like him!


Shijama: Oh brother! Who have I gotten myself stuck with...

[At the Shin ABCB]
"Getting your daily morning drink down?"

Hayakawa: Tell me about it man. Since Ryusei left me in charge of things,
everything's been a mess! His main helpers are gone and Nagasi seems more
worried about her appearance than the production itself.

"Well given those circumstances, things can only look up for you."

Hayakawa: Man, I hope you're right. (gulps down another swig of his drink)
Say Master. Madoka's work for you before, hasn't she?

"Yes she has. She worked during junior high at the old ABCB. She was probably
my best worker."

Hayakawa: Notice anything strange or eccentric about her? Anything odd or out
of the ordinary?

"No, I don't believe so. Why do you ask?"

Hayakawa: Oh, nothin. Just trying to get all the scoop in trying to figure
that woman out. All the techniques I tried on her hasn't worked in luring
her to work exclusively for our group. I just thought you might have known
something about her in her past that would help me out.

"Gomen. I can't be much help to you in that aspect. Although I do have to
say that she has had a mysterious past before she came to work for me."

Hayakawa: Really? How so?

"Before, when she came to me looking for a job, I was at first skeptical.
Having overheard a tale or two of the dreaded 'Ayukawa-san' and her wild
streak from the students I served before, I was very hesistant. But in
talking with her, I realized that this was a very mature young woman I was
talking to, far older than her age would indicate. I decided to put aside my
reservations and rumors and take a chance. I have not regretted it ever
since. "

Hayakawa: Well, that's nice to hear.

"Sorry I've couldn't been much more of a help to you."

Hayakawa: No problem. I have another evaluation gig with Madoka's cousin,
Yukari and her group later on. Maybe I'll get something from her.

(in staggers a man who stumbles up to Hayakawa)

"Hey, I know you! You're with Haroken. "

Master: Hey mister! I let you in here, but that doesn't mean you can bother
the customers here!

Hayakawa: Don't sweat it Master. I know this guy.

Master: You know this man?

Hayakawa: Yeah. He's the guy who wrote our play of which we are producing.
But he's not much of a man as you see him now. Use to be a hot-shot writer
long time ago, but it seems the bottle has caught up to him.

"T-t-tat's not true! It was my sponser's fault! Always changin' my stories!
I wrote a story about kappa... and he had to change it to a bunch of freaking
kats! "

Master: Hey buddy. Calm down.

"Just give me a Lipovitan-D special deluxe drink, will ya. And 'kawa-san.
Could you lend me a little cash? I kind of need it right now"

Hayakawa: Whatever you say. I have to go. Here's a little something
to get you by. (hands him a 10,000 yen note)

"T-t-thanks a l-l-lot Haya haya haya-kawa sanay. "

(Hayakawa helps to the bar stool where he falls asleep)

Hayakawa: Take care of 'Izzy' for me, will ya? I have a gig to attend.

(Master nods) 

[At the Madoka mansion]

I was wrapped up in a sweet, delicious sleep, snoring loudly, something I
didn't enjoy for the past few weeks. But soon, the nickfull fingers of
sunlight prodded my senses and woke me up from my sleep.

I saw Madoka walk pass.

Madoka: Kasuga. I hope I didn't wake you up while I was dressing.

Kyousuke: No darling. I woke up by my own accord.

Madoka: I was glad you managed to get one good restful night yesterday out of
the past two weeks.

Kyousuke: (sheepishly) I'm sorry we couldn't do it last night.

Madoka: That's ok, dear. I realized your rest was more important.
Besides, you'll have plenty of time for your training later.

Kyousuke: Training? What do you ....hey! Madoka, you can be so cruel
sometimes.

Madoka: (flashes a vixen smile behind her velvet dress) I know. See you later.
I have make my class.

Ayukawa Madoka. The girl I am madly in love with, and the one I've been
leaning on these past few weeks. She seems to have entered her groove now,
always keeping herself busy pursuing her passion for music. First was the hit
song for that soap opera for which she let Hayakawa take all the credit. Then
it was the beautiful score she composed for the play, if it ever came out, and
now she's teaching classes at the Tokyo Conservatory of Music. Armed with her
Powerbook, she seems unstoppable.

As for me, I was mired in a deep funk. I had a stint doing some photography
jobs for all the various summer festivals and some bit photography for family
portraits. However I started experiencing the flashbacks when the report ran.

It was sometime in August, the same day to observe the surrender of Japan,
marking the end of World War II. With the moment of silence observed for the
atomic bombing of Hiroshima days before, the whole country was already in a
solemn mood. And on that same day, they began broadcast of my journals in
Bosnia while I was there to photograph the violence and atrocities there.
Tamura-san, the broadcasting head at NHK news and my boss for a time kept
her word to me. To have a more deserving person tell my story and experiences
in the Balkan peninsula. She had an old World War II field correspondent
perform the narration, who no doubt, had a similar role in filming and
observing the tides of battle, the trauma of the soldiers, and the atrocities
being committed. Each night, as he read page after page of my text, I cried,
as if realizing the power of my own words for the first time. Madoka cried
with me, as if realizing the impact that it had on me, giving me the sense
that she went through a similar life and death ordeal. But I was glad it was
finally done, providing for me a sort of catharsis.

But with anything given, there was a price to be paid.
Although the words had been spoken now, I felt that I still had something that
weighing me down...something that was causing me to experience a fit of
flashbacks these past weeks.

Flashbacks experienced by war soldiers in the heat of battle are bad, but for
an Esper, it's even worse, for the effect becomes pronounced after each one.
For every flashback I have, it seems like I am getting closer to some bright,
blinding light. Right after that,  I would wake up in a cold sweat.
Every time, I try to bring myself to confront this light, inching closer and
closer  but some other unconscious force inside me tears me away from it.
Why? What could I be hiding from myself?

[At Tokyo University]

Muroke: Taku-san! There you are! Good of you to meet us here during your
lunch period to show us around the sights of the campus.

Taku: That is no problem. That's the responsiblity of an upper-classmen.
I know you guys are new here, being from Hokkaido. I had the same feeling
coming from Koichi in the big city of Tokyo.

Shijama: Lucky for us that the new guy doesn't attend this college!

Muroke: But you still have to room up with him!

Taku: Don't be quick to judge him just yet guys. Outward appearances can be
deceiving. Sometimes, you just need the chance to talk to a person to find
what who they really are. I should know from experience.

Muroke: Is that so? Which person was like that for you?

Taku: Oh, it was just someone back in my high school. That's all. Probably
since this is lunch, I should show you guys a couple of hot food spots.


[At Waseda University]

"Rikki-chan! You've finally made it!"

"Hiya Yumi. Sorry I was late in getting here. You know about these things.
Things back home took a lot longer to straighten out than I expected."

Yumi: Typical of you to act this way. But I'm glad you're finally made it to
the U. Isn't this so exciting being in a U. in the big city of Tokyo for the
first time?

"No. Why should it be? I've already visited all the big colleges and
universities in the city a dozen times already. "

Yumi: Oh, I forgot that you lived here most of your life already.

"Don't take it personally. I'm sorry if it came off as snobbish. Sometimes, I
just don't watch what I say and just blurt out whatever comes to mind."

Yumi: Ah, you're just being yourself. People seem to act that way in this
town. At least you realize that now. Some of the people I talk to don't even
realize that they're talking down to me.

"You'll learn. There a certain way you need to address them to get your
message across. I'll teach you a few phrases when we get back to the room."

Yumi: Arrigatou. Say, have you told him yet that you will be attending school
here in Tokyo now?

"No."

Yumi: So when are you going to tell him?

"I'm not sure. When the time's right, I'll tell him."

Yumi: What kind of answer is that? Talk to me. I am your best friend, you
know.

"I'm just not sure how to approach these things. I just got back in town, so I
need a few days to reaccquaint myself. And besides, I'm more worried about
getting a part-time job to pay my way through. I'll be so busy, that I won't
have time at all to meet him. I bet it's the same way with him.

Yumi: If you say so. Hey,...I have a splendid idea.

"What is it?"

Yumi: You should attend this cool club meeting with me. It's about women's
rights and women's independence. Your kind of interests. I just heard about it
yesterday.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Yumi: Why not? Doesn't hurt. At least you can attend the first meeting and see
how it is first.

"Not interested."

Yumi: Come on!

"But I am not in the same university as you are. I attend Rikkyo University
now, or did you forget already? It wouldn't feel right attending clubs at
another university.

Yumi: It doesn't matter.

"My answer is still no."

Yumi: Then do it as a favor to me. I don't want to be the only one alone by
myself. Please come with me!

(lets out a sigh and says)

"Yumi, did anyone tell you that you can be very sneaky and manipulative?"

Yumi: No; I save those qualities when I need a big favor.

"But you owe me one large favor. "

Yumi: Thanks. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'll let you win at tennis next
time.

"But I always win!"

Yumi: I know. How about I buy you lunch instead?

"It's a deal if you throw in dishwashing duties for a week."

Yumi: Boy, you're harsh!

"A lady's got to protect her delicate hands. You should know that."

Yumi: Well, pretty fingers, let's get your hands dirty with some Indian food!

(they walk right pass the Kasuga twins crossing the other way)

Kurumi: It's your turn!

Manami: No, it's your turn!

Kurumi: I did all the work yesterday! You have to wear that turban
today!

Manami: No I'm not! I only agreed to set up the table and pass out flyers.
There is no way I'm going to wear that silly hat.

"Will you two just shut up?"

Manami & Kurumi : (in unison) Akane?!? What are you wearing?

(They see Akane dressed up as a tough gang leader, with a band around her
forehead and brandishing brass knuckles and a leather jacket cutoff.)

"What are you wearing!?!"

Akane: What do you mean? I'm wearing my usual everyday outfit.

(They both shake their head and look at Akane again to see her wearing normal
clothes, sitting at the table.)

Kurumi: Boy, did you change clothes fast! How did you do that?

Akane: Change clothes? Did you guys see me wearing something different?

Manami: Yep. You haven't been daydreaming have you?

Akane: Not really...I mean I was here by myself for a bit and I just got plain
bored for you two to come by, so I must have accidentally been projecting my
daydream.

Kurumi: Gee, I wonder what made you daydream that getup...

Manami: It was lucky we were here and that nobody was nearby. Otherwise, they
could have learned about your secret power Akane. You've got to be more
careful next time, especially since your Power! has increased.

Akane: I still need more practice controlling my projections on people in my
zone. But it's great that your powers grow more advanced with maturity.

Kurumi: Yeah, like you're really mature.

Manami: Kurumi-chan!

Kurumi: I mean, when it comes to power, I'm the muscle in the family! My
power's is also greater.

Akane: You wanna test that boast? (clenches both her fists)

Manami: Baka you two! Yamero! Now's not the time for this.
Hey, did you hear that?

Kurumi: It sounds like a loud rumble, like in the wrestling ring.

Akane: An earthquake?

Manami: Oh no, watch out! Here it comes! Duck!

(they hear a rip-roaring buzzing sound)

(They see a motorcycle racing by their table, causing their papers to fly all
over the place!)

Akane: God damn it! You asshole! You're not suppose to ride your wheels on the
walkway!

Manami: Wasn't nice of that guy to make a mess of our display?

Kurumi: (pounds her fist into her hands) I should have clotheslined him off
his motorcycle and then gave him my patented Kurumi twist!

Akane: Curse that freshman male! I can sense and smell their stench from a
mile away. They're the lowest of the breed! So damn
cocky and disrespectful that they dare dis the upperclasswoman! From this
point on, this is war!

[Back to Tokyo University]

Muroke: Hey Taku-san. That was a great soba place you took us too.

Taku: Glad you enjoyed the food.

Shijama: Guess we split up from here.

Muroke: No, not yet. I bet you guys didn't get your email accounts yet.

Taku: Email? What's that?

Muroke: It's a relatively new thing that's just becoming very popular,
especially at the universities. It like regular mail, except you can read and
send it through a computer.

Shijama: That's more along your major. I don't think our departments have such
a thing.

Muroke: That's where you're wrong there. Virtually all the departments now
have their own servers. That includes the Physics and Chemistry departments.

Taku: Well, I don't know. I really don't do well with complex electrical 
mechanisms.

Muroke: It's easy. I'll show you both how to use it. It's so handy, that you
can communicate with your old friends attending other colleges without
racking up those large long-distance phone bills.

Taku: I don't suppose you could find out for me if I could contact people at
Koichi University through this email technology, can you?

Muroke: Sure. I can track it down for you. Although only the major universities
in the big cities can afford the infrastructure computing costs associated
with such a system. But I predict, eventually this email thing will take off
in the next 3 years that people would wonder how they lived without it.

Shijama: Are you sure Koji-chan? You're not just hyping this like you hype the
other technical stuff like the Apple Newton, are you?

Muroke: I'll let you guys play with it and decide on your own.

Taku; Hmmm, I give it a try and see.

Muroke: O-kay! Let's go!

[At Appleline Studios]

(Hayakawa has just finish listening to Yukari and her group play)

(Hayakawa approaches her)

Hayakawa: I would like a moment alone in the sound room, if you don't mind.

Yukari: Sure. But what for? Why does it have to be private.

Hayakawa: You are the lead and manager, are you not?

Yukari: Sure I am. Gimme a minute.

Hayakawa: I'll be waiting for you inside. (entes the sound-proof room)

Shuu: (leans over, with his guitar in his lap) What's this guy up to?

Yukari: (coyly) Maybe he likes me. Jealous?

Shuu: Naaaah.

Yukari: Why not?

Shuu: You're the wrong type for that wolf.

Yukari: Is that so?

Shuu: Plus you're way too tall and gawky. And...

Yukari: Are you finished listing all my faults Shuu-san?

Shuu: Nah. But I'll continue after you're done! (cracks a smile and braids the
guitar)

(*TWANG*)

Yukari: Hmph!

(inside the sound room)

Yukari: Now Hayakawa-san. I am here. Now what was so important that we had to
discuss it in here?

Hayakawa: I have a proposition for you and your group. But I have a small
matter to discuss regarding Ayukawa Madoka.


(outside the room)

band member: What are they saying in here?

Shuu: I dunno, but that guy is doing most of the talking. I be worried now.

[Evening time]
(As the trio, Muroke, Shijama, and Taku come home from Tokyo U., they hear
some retro music on the second floor. As they make their way to Shijama's
room, they see some strange flickering colored lights. They see a small crowd
just outside.)

"Hey boys, you're just in time! Come in and enjoy the music."

(Namie Amuro's Dancing Junk playing)

Taku: Is that a disco strobe I see? (Muroke nods)

Shinohara: (to everyone) Sorry about the drinks. The hall monitor was
such a prick about straight booze that I had to water it down to Kokuhai.
But if anyone asks you, just tell 'em it's Coke."

Kumpai!

(*sounds of mirth and jovial behavior*)

(a guy walks up to Muroke)

"You're Koji-san, aren't you?"

Muroke: Yes. And you are....?

"We've met during orientation?"

Muroke: Oh, yeah...during that mixup. You must be Tatsuya-san.

"Yes, Tatsuya Youta. Freshman to Ryokuto High.I live downstairs in Room 112.
So you live up in this level?"

Muroke: Yes, I do. Room 312. Attending Tokyo University.

"Sugoi! You look so young! You must be very well-conditioned to look so
youthful. Do you play sports?"

Muroke: Not really. Actually, I'm not much older than you. Probably by only 2
or 3 years only.

"Honto? Then you must be a prodigy genius."

Muroke: Not really. Just lucky, that's all.

"Do you mind if I drop by to ask for some help during the term?"

Muroke: I don't see why not.

Shijama: Psst! (motions his hand to Muroke to come over)

Muroke: Excuse me. It seems my friend needs to talk to me.

Muroke: (to Shijama) What is it?

Shijama: There he is. Shinohara, my new roommate. What should I do?

Muroke: Why don't you just go up and introduce yourself to him?

Shijama: He looks kind of intimidating. Could you back me up.

Muroke: Sure, sure. I'll be close by. Now go before you lose your courage.

Shijama: ok. Here goes.

Shijama: Well, excuse me. I don't believe you know me, but my name is Zumi
Shijama. I'm your new roommate.

Shinohara: New roommate, huh? Well, happy to meet you buddy. You're one lucky
son of a gun to be roommate with me. Come here and let me show you around the
'improvements' I had my boys put in.

(inside the room, we see a totally different room compared with the spartan
rooms around the house)

Shinohara: Here is the refrigerator and mini wet-bar for that late night
drink and snack.

Over here is the entertainment center with stereo system attached to the
big screen tv, laserdisc, super vhs, and satellite tv. 
(points up to wires going up to the roof)

And last of all, here is my work area. (see a dismantled engine lying to
the side.)

Muroke: (sees a colorful piece of paper lying nearby the debris around the
engine); Notices the wording: Women's Liberation Club)

Is this yours? Where did you get this flyer?

Shinohara: That piece of junk? Got it caught on my 'Hog' and I was whizzing by
a chick who was cursing me all the way. Waseda got a bunch of looney girls
there. Really a bunch of crap if you think about it.

Muroke: 

Shinohara: Lookie here at a new mechanical contraption I've been working
on. Bibby-head is it's name.
//acts like tim the tool-man taylor now! a disaster waiting to happen.

(we see a robotic-like contraption about one feet tall)

Shinohara: (picks up a remote control) Lemme show you what this baby can do.

(Robot's eyes start to light up. It stands up and does a little dance.
Everyone claps. Then as it is doing a piorouette...)

Taku: Why doesn't it stop spinning?

Shinohara: That's not suppose to happen. (fiddles with remote control some
more making it spin even faster)

Shinohara: Oh sweet mother of heaven! Gyros all screwed UP inside!
Everyone take cover! She's gonna blow!

(*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*!)

That's when I knew that we were in for a long semester.

[End of chapter]