Title: Behind the Writer's Eyes
Author: Egyptianeyeofhope
Rating: K+
Warnings: probable bad language in future chapters, a very angry under-appreciated muse.
Spoilers?: Not in this chapter!
Summary: A writer's muse gets rather angry at feeling underappreciated, and thus summons all fanfic characters that the author has ever had on the brain and decides to use them in a little experiment called life.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanfic characters in this story, nor do I really wish to as that costs money I no longer possess, I however, am very much responsible for Ren and her muse...
Behind the Writer's Eyes
"Ugh!!!" Ren tapped her nails against her keyboard. Her writing had been waiting, ever so patiently for her, and yet she couldn't bring herself to finish her story. "I'm just not… feeling UP to it…"
"Oh come on!!" Her muse bunny practically trampled her brain, "I have an idea, now you just have to put it onto paper!!"
"I don't feel like it," she sighed.
"Ugh!" Her muse pushed her into typing the words before they were left to the wind.
"What is this?" Ren blinked, staring at the words on the computer, "You're kidding right?"
"No… why would I kid about something so serious?"
"You gave yourself a voice! Muses and authors don't get voices in their writing…"
"Exactly! We're underpaid and underappreciated!"
"Um… okay…" Ren blinked at her bunny, now promptly begging for a cookie. "If I give you this cookie are you going to write more?"
The rabbit nodded, happily stealing the cookie without permission so as to make this new story even longer.
"So… what do you have in mind for this story?" Ren asked before reading the new section.
"Read," the rabbit ordered.
Hesitant eyes scanned the computer, widening in shock, "Are you kidding me?"
"Why would we kid you?" the now bouncy bunny laughed.
" 'We'?" Ren turned to see not only her muse but also all the characters she's written about in fanfics huddled about in a random shaped blob. "Um… hi?"
"Ren-chan?" Her most recent fanfic victim, Train Heartnet, spoke first.
"Nani Kuro-sama?" she sounded quite disheartened; she could already tell that this would be one obscenely long, strange cross over put together at the whim of her muse.
"What exactly is going on here?"
"I wish I could tell you Kuro-sama."
The good thing was that most of these characters seemed to know her for her contribution to the Bakura Witch Project, which however may be a sign of knowing their maker, was quite bad as they resented her for such things.
"So tell me this," thief king Bakura raised his voice.
"Don't talk to me like that! I'll write you out of this room," she barked.
"ugh… you writers, always abusing your powers," he mumbled, "Anyhow, how have we managed to get here? And speaking of… where exactly IS here?"
"Here would be my room. As far as how, you'd have to ask my muse, her name is Tsuki," she cocked her head towards the fluffy white rabbit.
"Well?" Bakura asked.
"I just had an idea, and so I wrote it down. Have you got a problem with that?"
"Yes! What's this 'idea' of which you speak?"
"We're the ones responsible for writing your fates out, yes?"
"…yes…" all the characters agreed.
"But we're never actually IN the stories… save the Bakura Witch Project… and I'm tired of being ignored!"
"She has a bit of a temper sometimes," Ren whispered to the others in an aside.
"And so from now on, we'll write your fates, but you'll become a part of ours!"
"That makes no sense!" Jaken stammered. He had only been thrown into the loop due to the ramblings Ren's rabbit had made from watching Inuyasha.
"You'll see! It will make perfect sense! We tend to vent our daily emotions through our writing, and thus you will be forced to live through whatever we put you up to just because we feel like it."
"That's cruel and unusual!" Atemu barked.
"Doesn't matter, we're the writers and what we say goes."
"Well… I have a question," little Yuugi raised his hand.
"What is it?"
"Are there going to be any more of these meetings?"
"If needed, yes. But if you ever need to contact Ren or I just say so, and we'll drag you in."
"Oh… okay!"
"REN!! Are you talking to yourself AGAIN!?" a slightly worried, yet angry mother called from down the hall.
"Uh oh!" Ren whispered, quickly writing them all back into the computer, "NO MOM!"
"You better not be!"
"I'M NOT!!"
"That was close," her rabbit sighed.