[Anime] Lucky Star
Lucky Defense by Daemon McRae (It's my penname)
Disclaimer: I do not own Lucky Star

This is only the first Chapter, and I'll keep putting chapters straight into this thread if people enjoy it. I actually have up to 9 written, but I don't want to flood the thread. Yet.

Chapter 1: Bulwark Defense

Ryouo Academy was a decidedly more uneventful place then the newest student had hoped. Ryuosen Ryuuko had expected a higher-class academy to have fierce competitions, and be loaded with students of such skill that every day would be an adventure or a contest of wills. No such luck, he thought to himself, staring lazily around the classroom. He was half-heartedly listening to Kuroi-sensei’s lecture, but didn’t really have any interest. His grades were good enough that his parents never bothered him, although his mother would occasionally bug him about how long he kept his hair. Black, and not quite long enough to fashion a decent ponytail with, but long enough that it hit his shoulders, he kept it slightly disheveled, so that it fell around his face and gave his features a slightly edgy frame
Ryuuko Ryousen was the kind of person who became bored easily. He was also a boy of few, but significant flaws, one of which being a short attention span. As he looked around the room with a glazed look in his eyes, his stare settled on the back of the head of a short, blue-haired girl who looked ready to fall asleep. Or maybe she already had, he couldn’t tell, not being able to see her face. He knew she was an anime fan, and played some video games, but hadn’t learned much about her. He thought it might be interesting to talk to her later; they shared some of the same hobbies
Soon losing interest, he shifted his attention to the other corner, where a girl with bright pink hair sat attentively, occasionally adjusting her glasses. Her name he knew- she was Miyuki Takara, the closest thing this school had to an idol. She had a decent enough figure, and was quite a nice person. However, Ryuuko didn’t find her that interesting. Quite and complacent didn’t really appeal to him.
So, he looked for more things to stare at. Looking around the classroom, he noticed a few other attractive girls, including a somewhat cutesy purple-haired girl with a yellow headband, who he vaguely remembered had a twin sister.
“Ryuosen!” Ryuuko heard his name ring throughout the classroom, and he flinched. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the blue-haired girl twitch violently in her seat. He looked up, his eyes half-closed, and saw Kuroi-sensei standing directly above him, grinning menacingly, and for some reason, with her eyes closed.
“Yes?” he asked, not really paying attention.
“What do you think is more important right now? Listening to this lecture that I may or may not test you on, or staring at the pretty girls in the class?”
“Shouldn’t someone who qualifies as a teacher already know the answer to such a simple question?” he responded, not thinking.
A few moments later, he found himself standing on the hall, holding two buckets of water, with a large bump on his head. “I thug corporal punishment was banned,” he said to himself. His discipline was short lived, however, as the bell rung soon after, and the classrooms dispersed for lunch. He decided to take his time returning the buckets to the janitorial closet, and dumping the water out. He had packed his bento box himself, and hadn’t put in anything really special. He couldn’t afford to: there wasn’t a lot of money to work with this month.
Trudging his way back into the classroom, less for being tired and more for the splitting headache Kuroi’s fist of discipline had given him.
Walking into the room, he saw Miyuki sitting with the other two girls he’d noticed, plus a girl with long purple hair that he assumed to be the other twin. He figured they must eat together constantly, due to the level of familiarity within their conversation.
Not knowing them very well, and only having started attending Ryouo a week or two earlier, Ryuuko’s disappointment in how few of his (albeit extraordinary) expectations had left him with little to no desire to interact with anyone new. The headache slowly progressing to a migraine didn’t help He assumed that his discomfort combined with his constant tiredness wasn’t helping.
He sat down at his desk and pulled out his lunch, steadily progressing through his lunch, when he heard the volume in the room increase. Normally, this wouldn’t bother him, but migraines are funny things. For those of you who have never had one, imagine that your leg had fallen asleep. Then imagine how much it hurts waiting for it to wake up fully, where even moving it slightly is unbearable. Now relocate that pain to your head, and make it sensitive to light and sound. SO he decided to find the source of the disturbance, and quell it.
Looking up, he realized very quickly what the issue was. Standing around the blue-haired girl and her friends were a group of ill-tempered looking girls. He couldn’t here much from where he was sitting, but one of them had a very shrill voice; he surmised that she must be the source of his suffering.
Standing up quietly, and giving himself time to compose, so that he didn’t offend anyone by saying something without thinking -again- he walked up to the group, and started, “Excuse me, what are-”
“You agree with me, don’t you?” the girl with the shrill voice said, cutting him off. He paused, taken aback, and gave her a quick once-over. She was tall, for a girl, about his height, with hair longer than his, done straight back in a deep shade of red that made Ryuuko think she’d be better as pissing off bulls at the rode than anything else.
“About what?” he asked curiously. He figured they were arguing about something trivial that all women expect men to agree with them on, and prepared an automatic response.
“That being an otaku is a waste of time, and people with such filthy interests shouldn’t show themselves in public,” she said smugly, an air of superiority hanging about her like a gaudy veil.
“Su- wait, what?” he asked, the full sentence clicking with him mid-word.
“You heard me! People like this-” she pointed down at the blue-haired girl, who, upon closer inspection, Ryuuko found to be quite cute, in a strange, eccentric sort of way, “-should be cast out of schools like this, and be left to the d-rank academies, or home schooled! No doubt by an equally messed up set of parents,” she scoffed.
Ryuuko blinked a few times, then glanced from the red-haired girl, to the smaller ‘otaku’, who was sporting a look that was a heart-wrenching mixture of hatred and sadness, tears dripping down her face. Her friends looked livid; but before he, or they, could respond, she started yelling at her aggressor. “How dare you ridicule me like that? What kind of person are you?! So I have something that I’m passionate about, a lot of people are like me!”
The antagonistic girl opened her mouth to speak, but Ryuuko cut her off. “What the hell kind of person are you? What twisted, self-serving logic would make you think that you’re better than anybody else, or give you the right to judge someone because of what they like?!” Her mouth hung open, having not closed it the entire time he had yelled at her. “And what would make you think that it’s ok to dictate what someone is and isn’t allowed to do? If anything, it’s people like you that shouldn’t be allowed out of their homes, just so the rest of us can live in peace!”
At that point, the blue haired girl looked much less upset, and more so surprised, as the girl that had come over to harass her looked ready to cry.
“So do us all a favor, and stop talking, because thanks to your dog-call of a voice, my migraine has nearly tripled in size, not to mention all the blood rushing to my head for how pissed off I am,” he finished, growling.
The girl said nothing, simply huffed, turned, and walked away. The other two girls, one with shorter, green hair, and large glasses, and a shorter girl with spiky orange hair, just glared daggers at him, and walked away. At that point, with no one to vent his frustration at, he realized that yelling may have been a very bad idea. His head throbbed in pain as his migraine spun out of control, his vision dimmed, so he sat down in the first chair he could find, before he passed out. It didn’t take long.

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As Ryuuko returned to consciousness, he noticed a few things had changed since he was last awake. The first thing being that he was lying down. The second was an odd, clinical smell.
The third, he discovered upon opening his eyes, was a girl with bright green eyes and long blue hair only inches from his face.
“Don’t tell me this is one of those cheap romance scenes in anime where you were debating whether or not to kiss me in my sleep,” he said, groaning heavily as he sat up. “Those scenes are so overdone, and they never go through with it.”
Shy just gave him a weird look as she returned to her chair. “You don’t have anywhere near as cute a face when you’re sleeping as my Kagamin,” she noted, giving him an appraising look.
“Well tell your Kagamin that I’m sorry I don’t sleep up to her standards,” he snapped, his head still throbbing. He sighed heavily. “Look, I’m sorry I’m so bitchy, it’s just-”
“That time of the month?” she joked.
He choked on his next few words, caught off guard. He looked at her quickly, then laughed. “No, not that. I haven’t gotten much sleep since I moved, and Kuroi hitting me on the head as hard as she did, didn’t help. Not to mention that girl’s voice could shatter glass. God, she pissed me off.”
“I could tell. Why did you go off on her like that?”
“Like I said, I’m bitchy when I’m in pain.”
“But if you already had a headache when you walked up to us, why didn’t you start yelling from the start?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Because me yelling would make it worse. But what she was saying about you got me so worked up that I forgot that little fact. I hate people who judge others based on such petty things,” he explained. He noticed some meds and a cup of water on a small table near his bed, with a note that said Take upon waking.
She gave him a coy look. “Are you sure it wasn’t just because you wanted to come to the rescue of a cute little girl in despair?”
“Nah, I’d decided to yell at her before I noticed how cute you were,” he shrugged. His eyes widened, as his habit of talking before thinking kicked in, and he looked up from the note to see her grinning enthusiastically. He stared at her for a second.
“Good to know,” she said. “So what’s your name?”
“Ryuuko,” he answered. Apparently this girl took things in stride pretty well. “Ryuuko Ryuosen.”
“I remember your introduction,” she told him. “You looked disappointed that there were mostly normal people in the class.”
“There’s nothing normal about you, Konata,” said a snide voice from the doorway of the nurses’ office. Ryuuko looked up to see the girl with long, purple twin tails standing at the doorframe.
“Kagamin!” Kontata yelled, then bounced out of the chair, and caught her in a hug. The taller girl looked startles, but smiled, giving her a soft bop on the head.
“So you’re Kagami, huh?” he asked, smirking. She stared at him, wide-eyed.
“What has she been telling you?” she asked, with a shake in her voice.
He just grinned, stood up from the bed, and got down on his kness, kneeling before her with his hands on the ground. “I apologize, great Kagami-sama, for I can not live up to your expectations in the mystical art of sleeping.”
Kagami looked thoroughly confused, while Konata laughed heartily.

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After school, he decided to wait up at the end of classes to talk to the group of girls Konata had been hanging out with. He spotted them coming down the hall as a group, and stopped them. “Hey, girls, I just wanted to say-”
But Konata interrupted him. Leaping forward, and clutching his arm, she told the rest of the group, “This is that guy from lunch that stood up for me!” she proclaimed. He felt his face get warm.
“Um, I just wanted to apologize for that. I didn’t mean to lose my ttemper, sorry if I scared you guys,” he added sheepishly. He had honestly just expected to apologize and walk away, now he was being held in place.
Miyuki just smiled at him. “Well, we appreciate you taking a stand for our Konata-san.” She smiled warmly at him. She may be the quite, intelligent type that he normally didn’t go for, but she was hot.
“Um, aside from Konata-san here, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself to any of you,” he said, pulling his arm free from the small otaku’s grasp, and bowed. “My name is Ryuuko Ryuosen. I just moved to this prefecture a couple of weeks ago, and don’t really know anyone here, so I’m glad I got to meet you.”
Miyuki smiled. “Nice to meet you. I’m Takara Miyuki.”
The girl with purple hair and a yellow ribbon smiles slightly, and looked a little flustered. “I-I’m Tsukasa Hiiragi. Nice to meet you.”
Kagami raised an eyebrow at her sister. “Tsukasa, he’s a guy, not an alien.” She sighed. “I’m Hiiragi Kagami. Good to see you’re doing better.”
He laughed slightly. “Thanks. And you’re right, I’m not an alien. I’d kinda like to be an Esper, though,” he mused. The reactions were varied. Miyuki looked slightly confused, Tsukasa giggled, and Kagami face palmed.
“Oh, god, not another one,” the twin tail girl moaned.
“Another one? What, do you guys have a Brigade chief already?” He felt Konata grip his arm again, and he looked down to see a bright smile, and sparkling green eyes.
“You have to meet my friends!” she exclaimed. “The otaku hordes will prosper greatly from this new addition!”
“Maybe later, right now I have to get home. My neighbor’s really noisy late at night, which is why I haven’t gotten much sleep, so I try and sleep in the afternoons, and use my nights to do homework. Maybe later, after I’ve had time to settle into a good sleep schedule. Either way, I should get going. Thanks for not flipping out on me,” he added with a chuckle.
Konata relaxed her grip on his arm, and he walked off, waving behind him. “Bye, Ryuukyon!”
Ryuuko face vaulted, got back up, and turned around. He looked ready to say something, then decided against it. With a half smile, he waved goodbye again, and made his way down the stairs.

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That evening, in his apartment, after he had logged in some much needed sleep, Ryuuko called up his family in Hokkaido. The phone rang a couple of times, then a deep, masculine voice ripe with discipline answered. “Greetings, Ryuosen residence.”
“Hi, dad. It’s Ryuuko.”
The line paued for a second, then his father responded, “Ryuu-kun! How are you? How’s Ryouo Academy? Have you made any new friends? Do you have a girlfriend yet? How’s everything?” All of the masculine pretense in the man’s voice had been washed away with fatherly concern.
“I’m good, dad. I’m just making dinner. Today was weird, though…” and he went into detail on the events at lunch and afterwards.
“You yelled at a girl? How could you, son? You know we Ryuosens have always favored chivalry s the better part of valor!” The masculine tones had returned, scolding his son with deep tones.
Ryuuko explained exactly what the taller redhead had said to Konata, and his defense of his new ‘friend’. His father took some time to consider this- he could practically hear the old man scratching his chin. “Well son, I do not approve of your tactics, but certain measures must be taken to defend the fairer species.”
“Yes, dad.”
“Now, let me put your mother on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”
“No dad! Waitwaitwaitwait-”
“Hello, Ryuu-kun! Have you cut your hair yet?” A sweet, feminine voice rang over the phone.
Ryuuko sighed. “No, mom.” He sat down on the couch- it was going to be a long night.

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Konata had gone over to Hyori’s house after school, to help with a new doujin project the youg mangaka had been working on. “So, Hiyori, when are you doing your next H-book?” Konata asked non-chalantly.
The meganekko spluttered a bit. “Wh-wha-Konata-sempai! You know I don’t like talking about those! I asked you over to help me with a fantasy setting, not porn!”
The blue-haired otaku laughed. “It’s just so much fun to tease you, Hiyori-chan. And don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll be the focus of my teasing for long.”
Tamura raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
Konata looked like she wanted to hold this information in for dramatic suspense, but was unsuccessful. “I think I may have had a flag trigger today!”
Her otaku-apprentice’s response was much more intense than she had predicted. Almost immediately, Hiyori was inches from her face. “You must tell me about it, sempai! Any hope of romance for one of us is hope for us all!”
Konata was taken aback by her response, but couldn’t help but comply. “Ok, here’s what happened…”

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Ryuuko had never been happier to see a Friday afternoon. With his migraine completely cleared, and the surprisingly dull and boring classes of his new high school over and done with, he had an entire two and a half days to kill.
The problem was, being so new to the area, he had no idea how to go about doing that. Except…
As the last bell rang, and the students made their departing bows, before anyone could so much as turn to the person next to them to ask the staple “So what are you doing this weekend?”, Ryuuko had snatched his bag, thrown the door open, and torn his way down the halls to the library.
Konata and Tsukasa glanced at each other. “What do you suppose that was about?” Tsukasa asked, tilting her head. Konata put her hand to her chin in thought, as Miyuki joined them.
“Perhaps he’s eager to get to the library,” Miyuki-san suggested.
Konata looked at her, and laughed. “Miyuki-san, your sense of innocence is so MOE!”

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Ryuuko wasted no time reserving a computer, and tearing through search engines to find his goals. Checking his bank account first, (his parents had given him this month’s expense money, plus “a little extra to use on the ladies,” as his dad had put it, he made a quick transfer, setting aside his monthly funds, plus some extra, into his saving, to prevent overspending on his idea. Only afterwards, he had noticed how much extra they had put in.
Apparently, his father’s dojo was doing quite well.
His mother being a lawyer may have something to do with it, too.
Satisfied with his budget, he began researching bus routes and hotels. Digging through transit sites and page after page of hotel bookings, he settled on a budget one room, and had pritted out the address and the necessary bus routes. The only thing left was…
After a few minutes of printing, research, and more printing, Ryuuko found what he was looking for. “YES!” he cheered valiantly. The librarian didn’t even bother to hush him, she just kicked him out.
Having been shoved into the hall, but permitted to take his papers, he decided to head for home, to prepare for tomorrow. It was his first school weekend by himself, and he was going to enjoy himself thoroughly. Plus, all of the shopping he intended to do would give him plenty to work with for quite awhile, to keep him from being bored.
Having accomplished everything he needed before he went home, he stashed his research into his bag, and headed out the door.
At the train station, he met up with some familiar faces: Konata and Kagami were waiting at the platform for the last bus home. Konata had quite a few bags with her, while Kagami held one, with little in it. “So what are you guys doing here?”
Konata and Kagami acknowledged him, and Kagami answered, “Konata wanted to drop by Gamers… again.”
“A regular customer, I see,” Ryuuko grinned. “I do all my shopping online. It’s more fun, and a great time-killer. Plus, it’s so convenient to have it sent to your house. I’m going to miss doing that as often as I used to. I might have to get a part-time job soon, to keep up with my hobbies.”
“I know the feeling, Ryuukyon, I did the same thing,” she explained.
“You’re not going to stop calling me that, are you?” he sighed.
Kagami laughed. “Don’t expect her to drop it anytime soon. Izumis have a way of pinning you with a nickname whether you want to or not.”
Ryuuko grinned. “Izumi-san, huh?”
Konata looked hesitant. “R-Ryuukyon, what’re you planning?”
“Oh, nothing. Anyway, what are you guys doing for your weekend?” he asked, still grinning.
“Nothing much. Since spring’s almost here, my family may be doing a big clean-up soon. I might suggest that they get it out of the way sooner than later,” Kagami mused.
Konata looked dissatisfied. “Kagamin, you should put stuff like that off as long as possible!”
Ryuuko nodded. “She’s right. If you wait longer to do the cleaning, it will have a greater effect. If you do it now, then by the time spring rolls around, the house might just get as dirty as when you started. Now, if you wait till spring starts officially, then you stand a better chance of it looking the way you want when people who usually come to visit that time of year actually arrive.”
Kagami nodded, “You do have a point, there. And I don’t necessarily want to volunteer cleaning the house.”
“No, no, Kagamin, that’s not it at all!” Konata argued. “There’s no point in cleaning the house so thoroughly at all, if it’s just getting dirty again, you should just ignore the cleaning completely!”
Ryuuko raised an eyebrow at the midget., then noticed the train pulling up. “Ok, you guys, train’s here.”
The ride itself was uneventful, as they talked about various subjects, including continuing the debate on cleaning. But as Ryuuko’s stop came up, Konata asked him, “You never told us what you were doing this weekend, what are your plans?”
He gave them a mischievous grin. “Nothing much, just spending the weekend in Shibuya.”
Konata and Kagami’s mouths hung open, as the door opened for him to get off at his stop.
“See you Monday, Izumiya-chan!” he said, laughter in his voice as he hopped onto the platform.
Konata just stared out the window at him. Returning to her seat, she set her chin in her hand in deep contemplation. Kagami stared over at her friend. “Konata?” she asked quietly.
She sat silently for a moment, then nodded knowledgeably. “I have found a worthy rival!” she proclaimed, her hands on her hips.
Kagami just shook her head. “Why can’t I ever meet normal people?”