Author’s Note: Hello again!!! This is another story of mine…Long title name huh? I’m not sure if it is right so…This is a story is rated PG-13 for some harsh language, some themes that are…well lets say there *is* some *slight* yaoi (later on), so well just enjoy…oh and I’m gonna call these episodes also.

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Dansei: Irrasshaimase ni ano Gakkou no Bishounen

   Dansei: Welcome to the school of Bishounen

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----- Episode 1: Whenever Sang My Songs -----

Dear Diary,

Obaasan started rambling on about how I should get married again. HOW ANNOYING! Geez . . . will she ever give up? Has she forgotten that I’m ONLY 15?

Earlier today I had done the same thing that, I have been doing all my life! Helping around the house for Obaasan, and studying at home (where else?). I do wish I can go to school, I don’t care how difficult it is, I would do ANYthing to actually go, let alone enter a school . . . ARGH! Obaasan is calling me once more, I’ll write more later.

                                                                                    ~Usonise

“Coming Obaasan!” Usonise had ran down the stairs.

“Uso have you clean the bathroom?”

“Yes”

“The kitchen?”

“Yes”

“The living room?”

“Yes”

“The porch?”

“Yes”

“The staircase?”

“Yes”

“The laundry?”

“Yes”

“The dog?”

Usonise eyebrow lifted, “Baasan we don’t have a dog . . .”

The old lady looked around the house with her eyes, “Oh . . .well would you clean the dog when we get one?”

“Yes”

“Did you clean the tables?”

“Yes”

“Oh what about the spiritual room?!”

“Yes”

“Did you clean . . .me?”

“Yes”

“Hmm . . . okay then, get my cane for me I need to make breakfast for us”

Usonise had brought her, her oak cane, “um . . . baasan?”

“What is it child?”

“It’s dinner time”

“Oh well then, let me cook us . . .” she seemed to forget the word.

“Dinner?” Usonise asked her.

“Oh yes that” and she hurry to the kitchen. Usonise Grandmother had always had problem remembering certain things and usually Usonise would take advantage of her condition.

“Baasan?” she started, “I have to get ready for tomorrow”

“For what dear?”

“For school! You said that I had to get ready for school, remember?” she said with an innocent smile.

“Oh . . .” she smiled, “NO I DIDN’T !” she yelled unexpectedly.

Usonise stomped her feet, “but Baasan, I suppose to go to school! I’m a kid!”

Her grandmother shook her head, “No you’re a woman, and you suppose to marry”

“But obaasan, I’m 15!”

“So I married when I was 15 . . . what’s your point?”

Usonise was getting annoyed, “*My* point is that I’m too young and if I marry I want it to be because of love . . .”

The old woman stopped what she was doing and turned to her granddaughter, “Love? I didn’t marry your grandfather for love! I married him for money!” and she continued with dinner.

“Look where the money’s got you! You’re a little old lady living in this STUPID shrine! You don’t even know what love is . . .”

The grandmother had a very angry expression, “Listen Usonise Jounetsu!  This shrine is what is left of your family! Your mother and father gave this to you before they died, you can’t run it by yourself!”

Usonise didn’t understand her grandmother’s way of thinking, “I’m not saying that . . . I just don’t want to be forced into this . . .” she said much more calmly.

“Well, just think about it, oh what about Tomi?”

“Bye Baasan!” Usonise walked out of the kitchen.

||| -:- ***Late Night*** -:- |||

Usonise plopped on her bed lazily, took out her diary, and started writing.

Dear Diary,

Yup, Grandma was at it once again, also bringing up Tomi, YUCK! She has a thing with me marrying him, Yeah sure he’s HOT, but he is way older than me (about by 4 years) and is a conceded . . . person! She just wants me to marry him for money. Like how she married Grandfather. I mean really she was 15 when she married him and he was like how old? 22!!! Damn . . .   I had to make up my point again, on how I want to go to school, but she refused, as always, though I have been thinking obaasan regains memory right after I mention school . . . hmm. . .oh well, I PLEASE KAMI  let me go to school, I mean how bad could it be?

Oh, please I would do absolutely ANYTHING just to go to school! Oh, please . . .

                                                                           Well nite I guess,

                                                                                    Usonise

Usonise changed to her nightgown and finally went to bed. . .

Hmm. . . Anything she said?

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A/N: Well? It gets a WHOLE lot more interesting. It was blunt, but you’ll understand later. . . so review this for me please? Thanks!