Because being a fangirl of a series like Samurai Jack isn't complete without your high school version of it! So for fun and to encourage further fanfics from our members, here's a cute little Chiyoshi x Jack fanfic; high school style!
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It was a crisp, clear winter day at Neo Tokyo High School. Students chattered like a tree full of birds, gossiping, making after-school plans, and the like. Most of the talk was taken up by one topic: the annual Valentines Day Dance, only one week away.

Only three would be found not engaging in such talk.

One was Jack, an immensely famous student thanks to his many fights with Akuma Academy, a rival school known to harbor many violent delinquents, as well as members of the yakuza. They'd long terrorized the students at Neo High, until Jack came of course. Thanks to his prodigous skill at swordsmanship, as well as to carrying a bokuto (as real ones were illegal at school) said to be made of unbreakable wood, he was called:

Samurai Jack.

He was too busy thinking about the Akuma gang, which he thought about quite a lot, and how they may plan to attack the school next. He'd have to ask Principal Athena, a very well respected woman, later...or possibly Scots, his friend transferred from the Highlands. Although Scots usual advice would probably just be to pummel every last Akuma student he saw. As usual.

The other two not paying attention were Chiyoshi Wells and Luke Matsumoto. Luke, being as he found what he was doing with his best friend completely unbelieveable to be thinking of anything else. Chiyoshi...as she was gazing reverently at Jack with wide, awe-struck eyes.

"Oh Luke-kun..." she sighed, "Isn't Jack-sempai just so...so..."

"Cool, amazing..." Luke replied boredly, "Yeah he is."

Chiyoshi was known as being the golden goose of the school. It was mostly on account of her wealth...everyone said that with the amount she posessed, she could grant any wish asked. This incited a very greedy popularity towards the usually innocent girl. It wasn't until Luke came in, and showed Chiyoshi the harsh reality of her "friends". Ever since they'd been best friends, with no greed in their relationship at all.

However, Luke was contemplating harakiri in annoyance. Chiyoshi was sweet...but her crush on Jack was really quite over-dramatized.

"Oh..." she said in a sadder tone, "But how am I ever going to ask him?"

"To the dance?" Luke raised an eyebrow, "Do you think he's interested in such things?"

"Maybe..." Chiyoshi twiddled her fingers, "But...I heard he likes really proper girls...lady-like ones. He wouldn't want to date someone so uncouth as I..."

"Oh don't over-exaggerate, Chiyo-chan..." Luke rolled his eyes, "You're neater than half the girls he's bound to like."

"But...but..." faltered the love-struck girl, "I feel so indebted to him...and he's so very noble...what if I'm not up to par with it?"

About three years ago, around the time Jack had first arrived at Neo High, he'd rescued Chiyoshi from the clutches of her step-brothers, five mean, greedy men from a previous marriage her mother had. Ever since, Chiyoshi could barely look at the samurai without her cheeks flaring up like a roman candle.

"Why don't you just confess to him first?" Luke suggested, "At least he'll know you're interested."

"Oh! But that's a great idea!" chirped Chiyoshi. The school bell rang, and the students quickly began to disperse home. Chiyoshi yanked up Luke by the hand and quickly began running pell-mell down the street.

"Yah!" Luke gasped as Chiyoshi pulled him along, "Wait, where are we going?!"

"You gotta help me pick what to wear!"
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Later, after three hours of convincing Chiyoshi she looked suitable, the two of them began walking down towards Jack's house. Chiyoshi looked very cute indeed...wearing a watery blue, long sleeved dress lined with silk ruffles to make her look as if she were dressed with the very color and form of water. Her stockings were of blue lace, shoes in a comfortable pair of match Mary Janes. She'd pulled her hair away from her face with a ribbon, wearing it like a bandanna. She walked giddily, trying to keep herself from skipping in excitement.

"Ohh..." Chiyoshi sighed with blushing cheeks, "Maybe he'll ask me to the dance too..."

"Well let's see that you ask him first," chuckled Luke. If things went well, he might not go as mad from the constant treks she took him on when she followed Jack around.

Unfortunately...trouble laid in the middle of the sidewalk.

It was a group of the nastiest cretins ever to walk the halls of Akuma High. There was Demongo, said to collect and copy the tricks of every person he'd fought. Mad Jack, a "dark copy" who copied Jack, but turned bad when no one acknowledged his skills. Ikra, truly the meanest of any girl to attend Akuma High (also rumored to be Aku's girlfriend).

And who else stood at the head of all this chaos, but Aku himself.

By far, Aku was the meanest, nastiest, most bad-tempered being ever to grace the planet. He held a deep resentment to Jack, and anyone at Neo High. It was rumored that he made dealing with the yakuza, and once you made his black list, he wouldn’t stop until you died.

Besides being 110% evil, people also found him to be an annoying wise guy.

“Well, well, well,” Aku sneered in his gravelly voice, “If it isn’t the golden goose and the wannabe samurai, taking a little walk.” He looked down on them, his unusual hairstyle overshadowing them.

“Just ignore them,” muttered Luke. He wasn’t of the same caliber as Jack was, and four on two was hardly a fair fight. They kept walking, keeping their heads bowed and keeping out of eye contact. Chiyoshi then gasped, Mad Jack had snatched her up by the arm, looking leery.

“How pretty!” he exclaimed, “But surely you’re not dressed up for my bad copy?” he spat at the mention of it. Chiyoshi couldn’t control her anger.

“You’re the bad copy you faker!” she snapped, yanking back her arm. As she back away, she bumped into Demongo, who grinned eerily.

“Samurai Jaaaaack,” he said in a sickly sweet, sing-song voice, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had…ah…leverage, to get him here quicker?” he bared his fangs, something Chiyoshi really didn’t like, “I’ve been longing to unravel his technique…”

“Back off!” intruded Luke, drawing his bokuto. It wasn’t of the same type as Jack’s but it could still pack a punch. Ikra, however, stood in his path.

“Let us have our fun,” she said silkily, “Besides, its not like Jack’s going to just show up with her in that ridiculous get-up,” she said, eyeing Chiyoshi’s dress in distaste. This wasn’t saying much, as her dress was too revealing…even in the frigid winter air. Aku smirked as he had the three surround them.

“We’ll see how well Samurai Jack fights,” he said with a wicked grin, “When he’s got two hostages at risk.” Chiyoshi scoffed at him

“You couldn’t win a fair fight against him even if you tried,” she said. Aku’s temper immediately rose.

“Why you-”

As he raised his fist to smite the delicate girl, Luke quickly pulled out his bokuto, blocking the strike. Chiyoshi used this distraction to duck out of the circle…her ballet classes coming in handy. The fight had started…with all four of them throwing punches, slashing at the two with their blades (despite them being up against only one bokuto), and trying their best, to bruise, cut, and maim.

Luke parried their strikes, while Chiyoshi merely dodged. She wasn’t much of a fighter…but when it came to dodging it was like trying to strike water. But the odds were too great, and with a loud cry of shock from Luke, he was on the ground, bokuto broken and arm bleeding. With a squeak of panic, Chiyoshi was down by his side…and the four delinquents above them were preparing for the final blow.

“This is a lesson to all those who follow that pathetic Samurai Jack!” Aku declared. The two braced themselves for impact-

*CLANG!*

They looked up as the blow never came. To their great surprise and relief….Jack was there, blocking the blow that would most certainly have harmed Luke and Chiyoshi. As the four opposing students were frozen with shock and disbelief, Jack knocked them senseless, disarming them and sending them off with bruises.

As the three cronies helped their boss to his feet as they ran, Aku shouted over his shoulder to Jack, venom coating his every word.

“I’ll get you yet Samurai Jack!” he howled in retreat. As relief completely set in, Chiyoshi felt a twinge of pain in her hand, causing her to gasp. Someone had bruised her hand…the delicate skin now turning black and blue. Luke was already wrapping up his hand with a spare piece of cloth, so Jack bent down over Chiyoshi with concern.

“Are you alright?”

Chiyoshi was speechless. Not only was her idol inquiring her health, but he was wearing his gi, his robe, partly untied from the fight. His hair was slightly undone too. The overall appearance made him handsome. Very handsome.

Without a single word in reply, her nose squirted blood in Jack's face, and Chiyoshi, face redder than at tomato, fainted onto the pavement with swirling eyes and visions of Jack in a suit of armor swirling around her head like birds. Jack looked positively flabbergasted, while Luke slapped himself on the forehead in aggravation.

"Of all the crazy things..."

(When she came to, she was so overcome with humiliation…that she didn’t ask Jack to the dance after all…)

The End.

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Now can I hear an "awwww" for cuteness?