Disclaimer: Initial D copyright Shigeno Shuichi/Kodansha/OB Planning/and prolly some other people i've forgotten O_o;;

Rating: G!! (omigosh! it's a red letter day! ^O^)
Warning: sami-idiocy! possible kawaii-overload
Notes: for the sake of this fic, i'm making everyone the same age. how ryoupon is still keipi's aniki is a mystery of cosmic proportions, you'll just have to deal. ^_^

Initial K (for Kindergarten)

Monday


 

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The first bell rang out across the crowded schoolyard. Little faces fell as they realized they were now sentenced to at least 4 hours of academic misery. Slowly, and with much grumbling, small, sneaker-clad feet trudged toward the Great Red Doors of Doom. Well, all that is, except one. One Little Ryoupon was already standing eagerly in front of the doors just waiting for the teacher to open them and usher the children in. Little Ryoupon was always first in line at the door, and he was always the first one seated in the classroom, too.

Next to Little Ryoupon was his brother Little Keipi. Little Keipi was scowling because his aniki had dragged him off the tire swing 5 whole minutes before the *first* bell, just so *he* could be first in line. Behind Little Keipi was Little Kenta who was smiling shyly at his untied shoes while sneaking occasional adoring glances at the blonde.

A string of muttered curses and shouts of indignation heralded the arrival of the Brawling Brothers. At least that's what everyone called Little Takepon and Little Shinpon. When the two of them got together, they just became a mass of whirling fists and kicking feet. Though secretly best friends, neither of them would admit it in public and usually limited their verbal exchanges to insults about the other's questionable ancestry.

Scratching his left cheek absently, Little Takumi pondered the scene in front of him with sleepy eyes. His best friend, Little Itsuki was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eagerly watching the brawl and shadow-boxing along. Little Kouichirou (who is Iketani, but he doesn't get a cutesy nickname cuz i dun know how to do that with 'kouichirou') stood off to one side, tinkering with his favourite toy car.

Just as the second bell rang, a blue MR2 skidded to a screeching halt by the walkway. The door opened and out popped Little Kai-chan (well, as much as you can call wiggling short pudgy legs and sliding off the passenger seat as "popping"). With a determined expression set on his face, Little Kai-chan started walking towards his staring classmates. Everyday this happened. His dad would cut it so close that they would arrive just at the second bell, which meant that everyone would already be gathered at the door. And everyday his dad just *had* to stop in such a manner that the tires squealed in protest, which led to everyone within hearing distance staring at the blue sports car. Which meant everyday, everybody stared as–

"Kai-chan! You forgot your knapsack again!" Kogashiwa Ken shouted after his absentminded son.

Little Kai-chan gritted his teeth as he stomped back to the car. "People don't call them *knapsacks* anymore, dad!" he hissed as he snatched said item out of the car. "Just call it a bag or a backpack like everyone else!"

As he started to retreat from the car, the dreaded moment came. Little Kai-chan had been praying that maybe, just maybe, he could escape today… But, like every other day, his prayers fell on deaf ears.

"Kai-chan~… Aren't we forgetting something?" his father sing-songed.

Little Kai-chan groaned. "Da~~d!" he whined.

"Come kiss your father goodbye!" Ken fairly ordered his now scowling son. Everyday it was the same thing. Was it too much to ask that your son show a little affection towards his father? Ken would never know.

Blushing red as a tomato, Little Kai-chan obediently trotted back to the car, climbed in, gave his father a quick peck on the cheek, and stepped back onto the sidewalk.

The MR2 peeled away from curb, leaving poor Little Kai-chan standing there, seriously dreading turning around. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes boring into the back of his head, and he was pretty positive he heard sniggering. Darn it! Every single day! Little Kai-chan just knew he was developing a facial tic.

Sighing resignedly, but with clenched fists, he turned and trudged up the walk to the Great Red Doors of Doom. He walked up to the end of the impromptu line, and intensely scrutinized his brand new runners, just *waiting* for someone to say something.

"Yo Daddy's Boy!!!" the taunting voice floated across the playground.

Little Kai-chan grimaced. Here it came…

Suddenly a distinctly feminine voice rang out, calling everyone's attention to the main doors. "All right, children! Line up single file! And Seiji, stop making fun of Kai-chan!"

Little Seiji wrinkled his nose in irritation, but dutifully fell into line behind the victim of his tormenting. His … "friend" (for lack of a better word), Little Kyouichi, followed behind, tightening his bandanna and trying to look "cool."

By this time, all the other classes that went in this door had already lined up and were filing quietly into the large brick building.

"Okay! Miss Mak's class may go in!" the assistant principal called out.

Miss Mak sweatdropped. Everyday it was the same… Her class was always the last to go in. She tried to glare at Little Kai-chan and Little Seiji (the daily disturbances) as they shuffled past her, but couldn't manage it. They were just soooo kawaii~! ^^

Thankfully, everyone made into the classroom without incident. Miss Mak slid into her desk with a sigh of relief. It was only Monday but it already looked like a looooooong week. She settled back to listen to the morning announcements over the P.A. system, carefully ignoring what looked like the beginnings of yet another brawl between Little Shinpon and Little Takepon.

However, all impending duels to the death were interrupted by the arrival of The Principal. Miss Mak jumped to her feet, shooting a quick glare at her gaggle of troublemakers to make sure they were all on their best behaviour.

"Miss Mak, we have a new student joining us today," The Principal began, pushing a reluctant little boy with longish hair into the room.

Miss Mak nearly fell over. Not *another* boy!?!

The Principal managed to guide the sulky child to the front of the room "Everyone, I'd like to meet Wataru-chan. Wataru-chan moved here all the way from Saitama so be nice to him. He's a long way from home, in a strange environment, it can't be easy, right?" The Principal smiled encouragingly at everyone… including Miss Mak.

Miss Mak wrinkled her nose in protest at being treated like one of the children, but she quickly pasted a bright inane smile on her face when she realized that Little Wataru had fixed her with one heck of a glare.

"Welcome to my class, Wataru-chan! Thank you Mr. Principal," Miss Mak gave a short little bow.

The Principal "harumphed" and left the room. Poor Little Wataru was left standing there while everyone stared at him. Miss Mak scanned the classroom looking for an empty desk.

"Oh! There we go!" She turned to look down at Little Wataru. "Why don't you take that seat there?" She pointed. "That's right, the one behind Takumi-chan."

Little Wataru scrunched up his little face and looked like he was about "make somethin' of it" but then a quickcedes…

Little Ryoupon raised his hand.

Miss Mak concentrated on preventing her eyebrow from twitching. "Yes, Ryoupon?"

"Mercedes and Benz are the same thing," he smirked, showing off his knowledge.

"Ah, yes… But they are different words, ne?" Miss Mak smiled, positive she'd gotten the little smart aleck cornered this time.

Unfortunately, pouting seemed to run in the Takahashi family, and if you thought the Kei-pout was bad, you ain't *seen* the Ryou-pout. The Ryou-pout made you not only feel guilty about whatever it was that you'd done, *but* it also made you feel somewhat intellectually inferior to the pouter.

Miss Mak rolled her eyes. "Fine! 'M' is for 'Mazda'!" she burst out.

Both Takahashi brothers smiled, quite satisfied, and one even might go so far as to say, "happy", about the new word. Miss Mak looked at them out of the corner of her eye. They were the oddest set of siblings she'd ever encountered…

But to continue with the lesson:

N is for Nissan…
O is for Oversteer…
P is for Peugeot (which is not spelled the same way it's pronounced cuz it's not an english word…)…
Q is for "Quickshift"…

Little Takumi raised his hand. Well, actually, he'd had his hand raised for quite some time now, but Miss Mak had been too determined to provide a seamless lesson, smooth and flowing with as few interruptions as possible, to notice. However, Little Takumi had developed a rather distressed look on his face and was waving his little hand desperately, albeit as unobtrusively as possible. This had the effect of causing Little Itsuki to bounce up and down in his seat and wave both arms wildly in an altogether disturbing show of solidarity for his taciturn friend.

"Yes, Takumi-chan?" Miss Mak queried.

Little Takumi looked at his teacher.

Miss Mak, having grown quite adept at interpreting Little Takumi's "variations on a facial expression," nodded. "Oh alright. Um… How about, 'Q' is for… uh… well let's just say that a 'Q' is an 'O' that's sprung a leak. Okay?"

Little Takumi skritched his cheek.

Miss Mak took that as an affirmative, and so continued with the lesson.

R is for Radials…

S is for Subaru…
T is for Toyota…
U is for Understeer…
V is for Volkswagen…
W is for WRC (as in World Rally Championship)…
X is for Xsara (which is a car by Citroen which I did not know about, but thanks to darling hase *huggles her* here we all are further educated)[1]…
Y is for Yokohama (as in tires)…
and finally,

Z is for the Z3 by BMW!!!

Miss Mak took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh, much like one would do after successfully completing a long and arduous task. "Now you know your ABC's…"

"Next time won't you sing with me?"[2] Little Wataru muttered under his breath.

Miss Mak sent a mini-glare at the new boy. "No. Did you hear any singing going on? I don't think so," she snapped.

Little Wataru looked flustered. He kind of expected his teacher to know sarcasm when she heard it, but… The little boy shrugged.

Miss Mak sighed for the umpteenth time that morning. "As I was saying… Now that you know the basic letters, we can use them to form words! Let's start with our names, shall we?" She tried to be cheerful and enthusiastic. "Who wants to go first?"

Little Ryoupon raised his hand.

Miss Mak felt her eyebrow twitch, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Of course, who else?" she asked rhetorically.

Sighing heavily, Miss Mak turned to the blackboard. "R-Y-O-U-P-O-N… spells ‘Ryoupon’."

Little Ryoupon dutifully copied it onto a fresh sheet of paper. He griped his pencil tightly in one chubby little fist and carefully drew perfectly round 'O's. Little Keipi braced his feet on the seat of his chair and leaned over his desk, peering intently over his brother's shoulder. The small blonde watched as Little Ryoupon practiced a few more times, then he plunked back down on his bottom and proceeded to messily write "Ryoupon" on his piece of paper.

Miss Mak's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Nononono!!!" she frantically waved at Little Keipi who was concentrating so hard on his writing that the tip of his tongue was sticking out. "Here! K-E-I-P-I… this is 'Keipi'; that means you," she said, pointing.

Little Keipi shrugged and copied his own name down. Behind him, Little Kenta started to scribble something while excitedly craning his neck to look over Little Keipi's shoulder.

Miss Mak was quite taken aback. She gave the three boys by the window seat a rather odd look, but it was lost on the children, now so intent on their writing. She was about to start on Kenta's name when she suddenly noticed Little Takumi had another question.

"Yes, Takumi-chan?"

The sleepy-eyed boy quirked his lips, pondering his choice of words before speaking. "Why is there a 'U' in 'Ryoupon'? It doesn't *sound* like there's a 'U'…"

Miss Mak stared at him. Little Wataru snickered. Little Kouichirou and Little Kyouichi eagerly awaited the answer.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!

"Oh look!" Miss Mak laughed in an obviously forced manner. "There's the bell! You're dismissed! See you tomorrow!" she called out as she herded her class out the door. "Don't forget to practice your writing, and if you don't know how to spell your name, don't hesitate to ask your parents!"

She waved cheerfully from the window at the rapidly retreating backs of her students. Thank goodness kindergarten was only half-day…

 

THE END


 

[1] and right after i wrote this, i watched the WRC, and *saw* a Citroen Xsara in action! ^_^ it's a cute car… *runs away from the millions of boys who want to thwap her now…*
[2] at the end of the "Alphabet Song" it goes "now I know my ABCs, next time won't you sing with me!" i dunno how international this is… it's just the alphabet song i learned… and i'm pretty sure it was on Sesame Street too… O_o;;

 




 

*inspired by hase's "That's All Right"

**** thank you for all those who helped me think of words to go with the letters!!! *****

*BIG HUGZ!*

^_____^

 

 

nodded. "Oh alright. Um… How about, 'Q' is for… uh… well let's just say that a 'Q' is an 'O' that's sprung a leak. Okay?"

Little Takumi skritched his cheek.

Miss Mak took that as an affirmative, and so continued with the lesson.

R is for Radials…

S is for Subaru…
T is for Toyota…
U is for Understeer…
V is for Volkswagen…
W is for WRC (as in World Rally Championship)…
X is for Xsara (which is a car by Citroen which I did not know about, but thanks to darling hase *huggles her* here we all are further educated)[1]…
Y is for Yokohama (as in tires)…
and finally,

Z is for the Z3 by BMW!!!

Miss Mak took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh, much like one would do after successfully completing a long and arduous task. "Now you know your ABC's…"

"Next time won't you sing with me?"[2] Little Wataru muttered under his breath.

Miss Mak sent a mini-glare at the new boy. "No. Did you hear any singing going on? I don't think so," she snapped.

Little Wataru looked flustered. He kind of expected his teacher to know sarcasm when she heard it, but… The little boy shrugged.

Miss Mak sighed for the umpteenth time that morning. "As I was saying… Now that you know the basic letters, we can use them to form words! Let's start with our names, shall we?" She tried to be cheerful and enthusiastic. "Who wants to go first?"

Little Ryoupon raised his hand.

Miss Mak felt her eyebrow twitch, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Of course, who else?" she asked rhetorically.

Sighing heavily, Miss Mak turned to the blackboard. "R-Y-O-U-P-O-N… spells ‘Ryoupon’."

Little Ryoupon dutifully copied it onto a fresh sheet of paper. He griped his pencil tightly in one chubby little fist and carefully drew perfectly round 'O's. Little Keipi braced his feet on the seat of his chair and leaned over his desk, peering intently over his brother's shoulder. The small blonde watched as Little Ryoupon practiced a few more times, then he plunked back down on his bottom and proceeded to messily write "Ryoupon" on his piece of paper.

Miss Mak's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Nononono!!!" she frantically waved at Little Keipi who was concentrating so hard on his writing that the tip of his tongue was sticking out. "Here! K-E-I-P-I… this is 'Keipi'; that means you," she said, pointing.

Little Keipi shrugged and copied his own name down. Behind him, Little Kenta started to scribble something while excitedly craning his neck to look over Little Keipi's shoulder.

Miss Mak was quite taken aback. She gave the three boys by the window seat a rather odd look, but it was lost on the children, now so intent on their writing. She was about to start on Kenta's name when she suddenly noticed Little Takumi had another question.

"Yes, Takumi-chan?"

The sleepy-eyed boy quirked his lips, pondering his choice of words before speaking. "Why is there a 'U' in 'Ryoupon'? It doesn't *sound* like there's a 'U'…"

Miss Mak stared at him. Little Wataru snickered. Little Kouichirou and Little Kyouichi eagerly awaited the answer.

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!

"Oh look!" Miss Mak laughed in an obviously forced manner. "There's the bell! You're dismissed! See you tomorrow!" she called out as she herded her class out the door. "Don't forget to practice your writing, and if you don't know how to spell your name, don't hesitate to ask your parents!"

She waved cheerfully from the window at the rapidly retreating backs of her students. Thank goodness kindergarten was only half-day…

 

THE END


 

[1] and right after i wrote this, i watched the WRC, and *saw* a Citroen Xsara in action! ^_^ it's a cute car… *runs away from the millions of boys who want to thwap her now…*
[2] at the end of the "Alphabet Song" it goes "now I know my ABCs, next time won't you sing with me!" i dunno how international this is… it's just the alphabet song i learned… and i'm pretty sure it was on Sesame Street too… O_o;;

 




 

*inspired by hase's "That's All Right"

**** thank you for all those who helped me think of words to go with the letters!!! *****

*BIG HUGZ!*

^_____^