Dragonmage27: I was on the subway home from school after a bad day, and my best friend and this idea just began to grow. Despite my ever-growing pile of schoolwork, I feel I need a little stress reliever. And hence, let this story unfold itself.

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Warning: Do not be offended. This is also unedited; correct version will be posted once available.

Fanfiction: A Bakuman Parody

Daisuke rubbed his eyes faintly, it was difficult to not stare at the new girl. Standing before him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her soft brown locks cascaded down her shoulders till it reached her lower back. She was slender, but not too thin. Her eyes were light brown, and her lips pursed into a cute pout. Her face seemed to glow even though the slightest blush colored her face. She felt uncomfortable standing before the class. Yamazaki-sensei gestured for her to take a seat.

Daisuke clenched his fist together nervously when she began to approach him – or more so, the empty seat beside him. "Excuse, is this seat taken?"

"Oh…n-no!-"

"Excuse me, may I borrow a pencil?"

Mashiro slammed his notebook shut, and jerked up his head. "W-what?"

And then he blushed deeply when he saw the girl he was just describing in great detail standing before him. When she saw him stutter, Azuki lowered her eyes shyly. "May I borrow a pencil from you?"

Numbly, he nodded. As he handed it to her, he almost fainted from a heart attack when their fingers brushed. Azuki's face turned deep red, and she quickly turned around to sit back in her seat. "Thank you," she said softly.

Mashiro let out a weak 'your welcome', before putting his hand over his heart. It beat so fast, he was sure he was about to have a heart attack. Not only had he spoken to her in real life, their fingers had touched! Besides the excitement, Mashiro tried to ignore the lingering fear – what if she had seen what he was writing? Would she hate him for using her in his stories?

"Darn, I left my notebook at school. Mom, I'm going out!"

Mashiro quickly went back to his classroom, only to find out that it was already occupied, by Akito Takagi, the straight-A star student of his class. More importantly, Takagi was sitting on top of his desk, flipping languidly through his notebook. Mashiro's face paled. Shit, he knows my secret.

Takagi closed the book. "Don't look so serious, Mashiro. It's not like I caught you hiding porn in your notebook."

Mashiro reddened slightly; some of his stories could not exactly be rated K+. "What are you doing with my notebook?"

Takagi shrugged nonchalantly. "I sit in the back. I saw you writing a love story. You have talent."

"You saw what I wrote from three seats away?"

Takagi's eyes seem to shine with mirth behind his glasses. "I'm not number one in class for no reason." He flipped the pages until he reached the most recent writing entry. "I know you like Azuki Miho. And I know she likes you too."

Mashiro narrowed his eyes, "we barely talk in class."

"Trust me, I can tell. But don't worry; I'll keep your secret."

"Fine," Mashiro reached out his hand for his book, but Takagi pulled it away.

"On one condition though."

I knew it, though Mashiro. "What do you want?" Stay away from Azuki? Fine, not like we talk much anyway.

"A collaboration between us." Takagi gave him a devious smile. "I want you to be a fanfiction writer!"

"I want you to be a fanfiction writer!"

Mashiro chuckled humorously as Takagi's works reverberated in his mind. It was silly, it was preposterous! But it would not stop haunting him.

But a new email alert popped up and he clicked it.

"Hey Mashiro, how was your day? I had a good time during lunch today, and I managed to shoot the ball in P.E. today. I'm really nervous about the test tomorrow. Did you start studying yet? Also, thank you for the pencil. I'll return it to you tomorrow. –Azuki"

Mashiro smiled when he read the email. Even though Azuki and he rarely talked to each other in class, they were really close on the internet. They would email each other every day after school, and her email was something he looked forward to every time he came home. He began to quickly type out his reply.

"Hey Azuki, I had a really weird day. Well, weirder than when I got hit in the face by the ball. Wow! You managed to shoot it, that's really good! I have trouble aiming. Nope, I didn't start yet. I'm a bit worried though. No problem, return it anytime you want. -Mashiro"

Mashiro's mouse hovered over the send button until he sighed, and added to the end of the email, "P.S. Do you mind if I ask you something weird?" He pressed send.

A few minutes later, her response arrived. "Weird? What do you mean? Awww…are you okay? Does your face still hurt? Don't worry! I'm still worrying over the test though. Thanks! I'll borrow it for the test tomorrow then. Maybe it'll give me luck! –Azuki P.S. Sure?"

Mashiro laughed. "Very funny, Takagi. What about you then? What will you do?"

"I will be you beta reader!"

"Haha…I'm not that great in math, but I hope you do well using my pencil 8) Okay…this may be strange but…hear me out. I...really enjoy writing fanfics. And Takagi (strange right?) just said he wanted me to post my stories, and he'll be my beta reader. I really don't know what to think. –Mashiro"

Her reply was almost immediate. "Wow…I never thought Mashiro was so…talented. I think you should go for it! If it's something you enjoy doing, don't hesitate…I also have confession. I'm really fond of role-playing. :O Don't tell anyone! I trust you with this secret XD –Azuki"

"Mashiro, I want you to be one of the top writers on the internet. I know you'll be able to do it."

"Don't worry! I'll keep your secret. But wow…that's really cool!" Mashiro tapped his keyboard lightly. Could he do it? "I have another confession. I…like you. I really like you."

Mashiro pressed send before he could change his mind. And he waited anxiously as the seconds crawled by. But when she didn't reply for almost ten minutes, he started getting scared. What if she hated him for it? What if she never wanted to talk to him again?

After another painstaking five minutes, his email alerted him. Mashiro dived for his mouse, but when he read the email, he almost threw his keyboard out the window. "HI. DO YOU HAVE ANGER MANAGEMENT PROBLEMS? THEN WE HAVE JUST THE RIGHT PRODUCT FOR YOU."

"NO! I DO NOT HAVE ANGER MANAGEMENT PROBLEMS!" he yelled back. And then he dragged himself to his bed, ready to mope under his blanket. When the email alerted him again, he tentatively opened it.

"………I like you too."

HELL YES! Mashiro cheered. And as if someone had possessed him, his fingers began to type. "Let's get married, Azuki. I mean, not now. But … let's make a pact. If I can become a top writer on and you can become a famous role-player, let's get married. Love, Mashiro"

And off the email went. Another fifteen minutes passed, and Mashiro clutched in head in remorse. Why had he done that? Now he would have seriously scared her away.

And then her reply arrived.

"Okay :) But until we achieve our goals, we can no longer talk to each other via email. We can only talk face-to-face in class. Love, Azuki. P.S. If you agree, then do not reply to this email :p"

Mashiro's hands shook. It was done. She loved him back, and they were going to get married. But first, he needed to get a story with 2,000 reviews. It was time to find out Takagi's number and get brainstorming.

"You…what?"

"Azuki and I promised to marry each other if I become a top fanfic writer and if she becomes a famous role-player."

"You know that makes absolutely no sense at all? I'm glad you're going to be writing fics, but how are you going to support Azuki if you just write fanfics?"

"Don't worry Takagi, I'll figure it out. Besides, I had an uncle who was a fanfic writer."

Takagi raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What happened to your uncle?"

"He died of pneumonia in his apartment because he couldn't afford health insurance." Mashiro grinned. "But it doesn't matter as long as I don't get sick right?"

Mashiro couldn't hide the radiant smile on his face. He was going to become a fanfic writer, he had a beta reader, and he was going to marry the girl of his dreams.

Things were going to be perfect.

Next Chapter – Mashiro dives into the heart of fanfiction writing: the Naruto Fandom. Also, encounters with a moderator?! Takagi also gets a fiancé?!