Sister Princess Fan Fiction

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OK, so I was up rather late last night watching a wonderful little anime series called Sister Princess, about a boy who fails his high school entrance exam, due to a computer glitch, and is exiled to an island paradise. Upon arrival, he discovers he has a quite large family of sisters (12 in all) he never knew existed. So I was wondering if I could put a spin on the story, and see what would become of it if the characters had been all born male, and as a warped sense of punishment, they had been transformed -- slowly -- by the island into the girls they now were. Here's my take on the story so far. If it garners enough interest, I'll continue.

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It Can't Be True...

Wataru Minakami looked at the test results with horror. There just HAS to be some mistake, he thought. I've NEVER failed at ANYTHING in my life. I LOVE school, and have ALWAYS striven to do my ABSOLUTE BEST. It can't be true...

But the results were in his hand, in black and white. He, Wataru Minakami, was on the fast-track to the best high school in Japan, Nada. In fact, he had already shipped most of his meager belongings to Hyougo Prefecture. He had been looking forward to a brand new life in Kobe -- one that would take him far beyond the boundaries of Kouzushima, the small fishing village of his birth, about 110 miles south of downtown Tokyo.

He had thought his acceptance guaranteed, and didn't even bother trying for any other school. Imagine his surprise when the results were posted on the bulletin board, and his was, sadly, lacking. It can't be true, he repeated to himself. I'll just go to the administrator's office. Surely. he'll be able to fix this...

With renewed confidence, and a spring in his step, Wataru headed down the hall. The administrator's door was ajar, so he lightly knocked before introducing himself.

"Sumimasen, kouchou-sensei," he said, using the most formal honorific he knew to properly address the headmaster.

"Hai. Nani ka irimasu ka?" he asked, before rising.

I bowed before him, and began in English. "There's been a mistake, sir. My name's not on the acceptance list, as it should be. Did something go wrong?"

"Indeed, Wataru-kun. It seems like all your answers on the test were misaligned, forcing the computer to score them incorrectly. As an honors student, you know how critical making accurate marks are."

"Can nothing be done? Perhaps a re-test, Sir?"

"You know the tests are only given out once a year. There's nothing I can do. You'll have to be a ronin, then re-test when the opportunity becomes available next spring."

I bowed again, and quickly left. One thing I DID NOT want to do was have the headmaster (or anyone else for that matter) see me cry. And all because of a stupid computer error...

Wakaru trudged slowly out of the ceremony hall, thinking to himself. Being a ronin meant he would be a year behind all of his classmates. Why, oh why didn't I test for more than one high school? At least then, I wouldn't be in this mess...

Wataru eventually made his way back home. His father, always away on business, had hired a manservant to take care of Wakaru's needs until his graduation -- today. He had never really knew his mother, as Jeeves had always seemed to be there whenever he needed anything -- food, clothing, money, or even a shoulder to cry upon. When he opened the door, Wakaru saw his faithful servant standing in the alcove, with a relieved expression on his face.

"Master Wakaru," he stated, rather good-naturedly. "It's a pleasure to have you back. Congratulations on completing your schooling. Your father has left me explicit instructions for you."

Handing Wakaru a bank card and a map, he began.

Your father sends his regards. He also informed me that on the event of your graduation, I was to give you this bank card. Your trust fund is on it, and every month, one of your father's agents will be depositing a generous stipend on it, to meet your needs -- whatever they may be. The map is to help you find your way around your new home -- Promised Island. These gentlemen will take you to your new home -- and new school. Good luck, Master Wataru. It has been a pleasure serving you."

With that, Jeeves turned to leave, just as two burly gentlemen accosted me. One threw a hastily-packed and overflowing suitcase at me, and they both dragged me to the back of a waiting van. They threw me in the back -- rather roughly -- and soon we were off down the beach highway -- and my new destiny.

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Thanks to everyone for taking the time to read, possibly like, and, most of all, COMMENT

*Kisses*
Haylee V

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