Disclaimer: If I owned .hack, would I be here?
Authoress's note: This is my first fan fic that I'm letting anybody read, so take it easy on me O.K.?
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Picking At Tsukasa
Chapter 1-Mimiru
Mimiru sat down on one of the ledges in Dun Loireag. "If this gets any more boring, I'll hang out with Sora. . . That's pretty desperate. . ." She mumbled.
"Don't hang out with Sora," A voice out of nowhere told her. "Go and pick on Tsukasa. You know you want to."
A passerby whispered something and walked over to her. "Ma'am. . . do you often speak to yourself? Do you often answer yourself?" She asked.
"So what are you? My psychiatrist?"
"Not yours," The passerby replied proudly. "But I am Dorothy Oswald Terrence! Take a business card!"
"How did you edit that into the game? Oh, who am I kidding? I might as well just go and pick on Tsukasa."
Mimiru left D.O.T. to be overly egostatistical, while she looked for Tsukasa. She found him going insane again, with Subaru trying to calm him down.
"I'm stuck in a freakin' game," He shouted. "How the heck do you expect me to calm down?!"
"O.K., I tried," Subaru said. "I'm done. Pay me."
The director walked out on stage and gave her a bunch of money. "Here," He said nervously. "Just don't come after me with that axe again! Please!"
Mimiru giggled insanely. She walked over to Tsukasa. "Hey, Tsukasa!" She called.
"What?!"
" Want to play a fun new game I made up?"
" Not really, I still have to---"
Five minutes later, Mimiru had him tied to a tree. She was repeatedly poking him in the stomach with a stick. He was wrapped up in toilet paper with honey on it to make it stick, his mouth was duct taped, and he had a clothes hanger on his head.
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Authoress: Ah, picking on Tsukasa really takes a load off, huh? Any way, this is one of my first all-humor fics, so I'm not very good yet. If I get some good reviews, I'll write a chapter for everyone else too.
Well, Sayonara. . . or Ja ne.
Authoress's note: This is my first fan fic that I'm letting anybody read, so take it easy on me O.K.?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Picking At Tsukasa
Chapter 1-Mimiru
Mimiru sat down on one of the ledges in Dun Loireag. "If this gets any more boring, I'll hang out with Sora. . . That's pretty desperate. . ." She mumbled.
"Don't hang out with Sora," A voice out of nowhere told her. "Go and pick on Tsukasa. You know you want to."
A passerby whispered something and walked over to her. "Ma'am. . . do you often speak to yourself? Do you often answer yourself?" She asked.
"So what are you? My psychiatrist?"
"Not yours," The passerby replied proudly. "But I am Dorothy Oswald Terrence! Take a business card!"
"How did you edit that into the game? Oh, who am I kidding? I might as well just go and pick on Tsukasa."
Mimiru left D.O.T. to be overly egostatistical, while she looked for Tsukasa. She found him going insane again, with Subaru trying to calm him down.
"I'm stuck in a freakin' game," He shouted. "How the heck do you expect me to calm down?!"
"O.K., I tried," Subaru said. "I'm done. Pay me."
The director walked out on stage and gave her a bunch of money. "Here," He said nervously. "Just don't come after me with that axe again! Please!"
Mimiru giggled insanely. She walked over to Tsukasa. "Hey, Tsukasa!" She called.
"What?!"
" Want to play a fun new game I made up?"
" Not really, I still have to---"
Five minutes later, Mimiru had him tied to a tree. She was repeatedly poking him in the stomach with a stick. He was wrapped up in toilet paper with honey on it to make it stick, his mouth was duct taped, and he had a clothes hanger on his head.
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Authoress: Ah, picking on Tsukasa really takes a load off, huh? Any way, this is one of my first all-humor fics, so I'm not very good yet. If I get some good reviews, I'll write a chapter for everyone else too.
Well, Sayonara. . . or Ja ne.