Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

Anime Involved: Gurren Laggan and Gundam 00

Creator: Noizchild

Genres: Hentai, Drama, Romance, Shoujo, Comedy

Rating: Y

Summary:
This is a reference to Andy Warhol's factory. Isn't really a full-on series. Just some stories slapped together in no particular order. Kind of like how Warhol's work was. Doesn't make sense at all, but you just can't help but to like it.

Factory

The Section for it

The rain poured as if it were to flood the campus into the sea. It had been raining on and off all spring. There was no sign of it letting up anytime. Inside was warm and dry. Noizchild sat in hard cotton red chair in from the registration desk. She was soaked up to her hair and cat ears. Her luggage and backpack sat on the floor beside the chair forming puddles on the floors. She had bitter apathy on her face. It was clear that she didn't want to be here. She would be home in Tokyo for spring in her lusty bed. But instead, Noiz was here. In the registration office on this rainy Wednesday. Why? She was registering to a different house. You see, she got kicked out of her old one for a fight she started and using foul language in public before spring break. (A long story we well explain later.) Right now, Noiz was wet and shivering cold with luggage.
 

Creator: Miho Shigi

Genres: Adventure, humor

Rating: T

Summary:

Chapter Five: Isaac:

I studied upon to noon when my stomach started to growl. At first, I did my best to ignore it. No, I can’t eat until I’m finished. It’s not time to eat yet. I can hold out a little bit longer. I buried myself deeper in my books. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

Alright, you win! I’ll go get something to eat. I set aside my study material and went downstairs to the kitchen. I peeked around for the whole trip in hopes of not running into any of them. Something is telling me not to stay here too long. But yet, I feel that somehow I don’t really have a choice. I don’t know my way around Hiroshima and I don’t have much money for a train ride back to Tokyo. I don’t even know how long nee-san is keeping me here. Why did she even bring me here to Hiroshima in the first place?

Chapter Three: Disorder House:

Hours later, someone shook me awake. I slowly opened my eyes and looked over to my right. Akemi stared at me smiling.

“Oh good morning, Sunshine,” she said. “Finally to decide to join the world of the living?” I blinked at her.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked.

A Light Drizzle:

That kiss messed with my head. Jim was such a playboy back then. He knew his way with the ladies. That charming bastard certainly knew his way with me. Hey, I ended up marrying him after all. Anyway, that boy messed up my head so much with that stupid kiss. I couldn’t think straight anymore. That moment change everything from there. My eyes slowly opened to a new word. My feelings for your grandfather became complicated from there as well.

Chapter Five: Restart the Mission:

August 7th, 1960.

Emiko raced through a narrow dark tunnel of black nothing. She had just escaped from Hell. It took her weeks, no, it took her years to plan this out. Fifteen years to be exact. Hell was far behind her. Now, she just had to follow this path out.

She came out into a clearing and looked around. Fog as far as the eye could see. The air felt like an ice cube. Emiko took baby steps out into this open wild. Her feet found swallow, lukewarm water. A smile came onto her face.

This feels nice, she thought. Emiko treaded through the water for ten minutes. She finally spotted land. The butch demon laughed aloud. She ran all the way to the moss and collapsed upon it. Emiko breathed in the cold air.

I'll just rest here, she thought. Collect my thoughts, enjoy my freedom… She slowly drew her eyes closed and went to sleep. Five days later, Emiko awoke to a sweet face standing over her.

"Are you alright?" the woman asked. Emiko blinked at her.

January 3rd, 2010.

Emiko awoke in a cold sweat. She drew in slow breaths to gather her thoughts. She felt herself trembling. It didn't add up. Why? Why is the past coming back to me? What is it trying to tell me? Does that mean… She paused when she felt a body stirring awake next to her. Emiko looked and saw Hotaru turning to her. The loli demon gave her a little smile.

"Good morning," she whispered. Emiko tried to smile as she nodded.

"Morning," she whispered back. Her girlfriend noticed her face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Emiko asked. "I'm perfectly fine." Hotaru shook her head.

"Is something bothering you?" she asked. "Did you have a bad dream or something?" The butch demon went quiet as she looked away. I can't hide anything from her, Emiko thought. She held her girlfriend closer to her body. Hotaru looked up at her.

"Mama?" she asked. Emiko rested her chin on Hotaru's head.

"Baby," she whispered. "Let's restart the mission." Hotaru quickly looked up at her.

"Mama…" she began. Emiko held her closer to her.

"We have to," she said. "We have no choice."

"But we failed to overthrow Hell last time."

"So, we'll try it again. I've been studying what went wrong in the first uprising."

"And?"

"We can make it work this time." Emiko noticed Hotaru still frowning at her. "Aww, what's wrong?" she asked. Hotaru shook her head.

"Most of our comrades died. We lost many of our friends in the revolt."

"I know."

Hotaru sobbed as she grabbed her lover tighter. "I… I just… I don't want you to die, Mama!" Emiko stroked her back. Aww, she thought. That's why you don't really want to do this. The butch demon kissed the loli demon on the head. Hotaru looked up at her with big eyes.

"Emiko-sama…" she whispered. Her girlfriend put her finger to her lips. She gave her a little smiled as she leaned in close to her ear.

"I'm making you a promise right now," Emiko whispered. "I will do anything to make it out of this battle alive. So will you, so will Mike, and so will Kazue. Okay?" Hotaru sobbed as she nodded Emiko held onto her.

"Good girl," she whispered. Hotaru cried on her chest. Emiko looked out into the dim morning light in their room. I hope this is the right thing, she thought. Is this the right thing? Sumire-chan…