I want to stress that this is _not_ my fault. This is all the fault of Trick Pony. If any of you are country music fans, you now know exactly what I'm talking about. -_-;
*HM's playlist goes from Just What I Do to Magic (Ben Folds Five)*
Well. That was a transition.
"Excuse me! Hey, Mr. Kamui, sir, would you stop?!"
Fuuma stopped. He was so astounded that someone had actually called him "Kamui" that he didn't even realize he should kill the girl for presuming to give him orders.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he said. "And while we're at it, how do you know about the end of the world thing?"
"I'm Lucia," she said, shoving her glasses up her nose. "Also known as Hanged Man. And I am a reporter. I want an interview."
"No," Fuuma replied. "How do you know about the end of the world?"
"CLAMP," Lucia replied. "Don't you ever check out your friendly neighborhood Asuka?"
"What?" Fuuma said.
"Asuka," she replied impatiently. "You know, the magazine. I get it in the mail monthly. So how about that interview?"
"Which part of 'no' do you not comprehend?" Fuuma said. "I already said no." He picked up his pace, dodging pedestrians on the sidewalk with great speed and dexterity.
"It won't work, you know," Lucia said. "I just graduated from high school. I'm adept at walking quickly through crowds."
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Because I want an interview. Plus I have to make this fic longer than three lines so I have to have all this exposition."
Fuuma groaned. "So I suppose I can't blow you up since you have author powers."
Lucia smiled in a eerily Keiichi-esque way. "That's right. So you might as well give me the interview now and save yourself a lot of trouble."
"All right, all right! What do you want to know?"
"Well, first off, let me make sure I have my facts straight. You're the Kamui of the Dragons of Earth, right?"
"That's right," Fuuma said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I'm sure after all the ice cream eating scenes, we're all wondering what your favorite flavor is. And wouldn't Seishiro like to know."
Fuuma grinned in a rather unsettling matter. "It's-"
Lucia coughed loudly. "Let's keep this reasonably clean."
"You started it with the Seishiro comment."
"Just answer the question."
"Rocky Road. Seishiro likes vanilla."
"…I see. Favorite color."
Fuuma looked down at his outfit. "I'd say black is a fairly safe guess," he said facetiously.
"And now, the question I'm sure we're all really wondering about….Kamui, why do you want to end humanity?"
Fuuma looked mournful for a moment. "Well, you see, it's like this…." With that he started singing loudly and rather badly. Passersby turned to give him odd looks. "It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'...just what I do when I can't get no lovin'. I'm the baddest Angel you ever saw cause lately I ain't getting no loving at all."
"Never mind," Lucia said, walking off. "Forget I asked."
Well, I could have made it into a songfic. That would have been truly evil.
And I think I will do a collage.
*HM's playlist goes from Just What I Do to Magic (Ben Folds Five)*
Well. That was a transition.
"Excuse me! Hey, Mr. Kamui, sir, would you stop?!"
Fuuma stopped. He was so astounded that someone had actually called him "Kamui" that he didn't even realize he should kill the girl for presuming to give him orders.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he said. "And while we're at it, how do you know about the end of the world thing?"
"I'm Lucia," she said, shoving her glasses up her nose. "Also known as Hanged Man. And I am a reporter. I want an interview."
"No," Fuuma replied. "How do you know about the end of the world?"
"CLAMP," Lucia replied. "Don't you ever check out your friendly neighborhood Asuka?"
"What?" Fuuma said.
"Asuka," she replied impatiently. "You know, the magazine. I get it in the mail monthly. So how about that interview?"
"Which part of 'no' do you not comprehend?" Fuuma said. "I already said no." He picked up his pace, dodging pedestrians on the sidewalk with great speed and dexterity.
"It won't work, you know," Lucia said. "I just graduated from high school. I'm adept at walking quickly through crowds."
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Because I want an interview. Plus I have to make this fic longer than three lines so I have to have all this exposition."
Fuuma groaned. "So I suppose I can't blow you up since you have author powers."
Lucia smiled in a eerily Keiichi-esque way. "That's right. So you might as well give me the interview now and save yourself a lot of trouble."
"All right, all right! What do you want to know?"
"Well, first off, let me make sure I have my facts straight. You're the Kamui of the Dragons of Earth, right?"
"That's right," Fuuma said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I'm sure after all the ice cream eating scenes, we're all wondering what your favorite flavor is. And wouldn't Seishiro like to know."
Fuuma grinned in a rather unsettling matter. "It's-"
Lucia coughed loudly. "Let's keep this reasonably clean."
"You started it with the Seishiro comment."
"Just answer the question."
"Rocky Road. Seishiro likes vanilla."
"…I see. Favorite color."
Fuuma looked down at his outfit. "I'd say black is a fairly safe guess," he said facetiously.
"And now, the question I'm sure we're all really wondering about….Kamui, why do you want to end humanity?"
Fuuma looked mournful for a moment. "Well, you see, it's like this…." With that he started singing loudly and rather badly. Passersby turned to give him odd looks. "It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'...just what I do when I can't get no lovin'. I'm the baddest Angel you ever saw cause lately I ain't getting no loving at all."
"Never mind," Lucia said, walking off. "Forget I asked."
Well, I could have made it into a songfic. That would have been truly evil.
And I think I will do a collage.