That Time of Year Again: Double M, Double N faction
Ploy Four
By Kitara Lira
It was that time of the year again. The time when Midori, Nao, Natsuki and Mikoto (1) always fell ill and all for the identical reason – sugar. Too much sugar. It was Halloween and while the four soon to be ill candidates plotted the best route (the route that would yield the most candy) four, well three really, significant others tried everything in their power to prevent what had occurred once every year for the past… four long years.
"My Natsuki would rather abandon me? On such a night?! There might be prowlers!" Shizuru adorned her flawless tears which never failed her. Of course, never failed her when Natsuki was paying attention to her and not arguing with Nao over just who would be Freddy and who would be Jason. Both wanted to be Freddy and neither really wanted to be Jason. (2)
"Stupid pup! I'm going to be Freddy! He's got the damn claws! I had claws, you had a bloody gun! Go be Jason and stop whining!" Nao tore the costume away from Natsuki sticking out her tongue in a childish manner at her apparent victory.
This resulted in our blue haired biker pouncing Nao, smacking her about the back of the head and grabbing the costume back, "No! You be Jason! Last year I let you win this debate and I ended up being some rat from an American toon show that spit everywhere and was absolutely clueless about taking over the world!" (3)
In the background, Mikoto was being restrained by a very weary Mai. This always happened when they got together and it always left a curious Mikoto ready to dive in at the first available moment. "But Mai!" Whined the neko girl, "I want to play too!"
"No Mikoto. If I let you play with those two you'll just do what you did last time and come back sobbing to me!"
Last time, what had happened last time… Mikoto cringed inwardly as the memory of the last time she had wanted to play with Natsuki and Nao during one of their moments surfaced in her mind. Both girls had taken to using Mikoto as the middle man or so to speak, middle cat works as well I suppose. But more so Mikoto had become the tug-o-war rope to the argument between the two. With fiery red on one side and ice blue on the other Mikoto was at a loss. If Mai hadn't saved her, Mikoto surely would have lost both arms that day.
A shiver ran down her spine and Mikoto leapt into Mai's arms, nuzzling her face into that ample bosom she loved so, "Mai!! I don't want to play with Natsuki and Nao anymore!"
Relief flowed through the orange haired girl, "Good," Slender fingers ran through the dark locks and Mai smiled embracing the younger girl, "Because I don't think I could save you…"
If Mai had any more to be said it was lost as a certain hero of justice leapt up onto the table containing all their battle gear and maps half hazardously spread about, "For peace, love and justice, cease this madness!" One hand upon her hip, the other pointed high, Midori struck that traditional superhero pose, minus the cape, the "superheroness" and well… the cool looks.
"Shut up Midori!" Grumbled not just one but both of the fighting pair.
In a moment of woe, Midori shrunk small, curling within Yohko's lap, "Yohko… they… they…" A soothing hand ran through her mangled tresses and a gentle kiss was placed atop her forehead.
"Ara, aren't Yohko-sensei and Midori-sensei so cute!" Exclaimed the ex-Kaichou, clasping her hands together and tilting her head just so.
This moment reminded both Nao and Mai of that time during the Carnival. Recall the scary moment where Shizuru asks for forgiveness… Even though they were no longer HiME's and years had pasted it was a gulp worthy pose. So both Mai and Nao gulped. In this moment, Natsuki took the liberty to swipe the suit before jumping over the back of the couch to stand safely behind her girlfriend, "Oi, Shizuru don't say weird things. It's Midori." Huffed the young Kuga, arms crossed over her chest, brow irked.
"What is that supposed to mean Natsuki-chan?! I though we were friends, comrades in battle! HiME's of justice!" Again Midori went about her heroic spiels. Everyone in fact wondered if the forever seventeen year old (now turned forever nineteen year old) had rehearsed lines that she practiced before the mirror every morning.
"Whatever," Mumbled Natsuki, dropping herself down onto the couch and dragging Shizuru down into her lap, "Shizuru can you help me fix this later?" Thin fabric was set into the honey haired woman's hands, the costume, "It's a little too big."
"Ara…"
Sea green orbs widened as they looked down into now empty hands, "How the hell… KUGA!!"
"Nao would look fine enough as Jason. No one will notice the difference just that you are too old to be out collecting candy." (4) The monotone voice echoed through the room, casting an eerie silence in its wake. Some might have asked, Why is Miyu here? Or others might have wondered what the hell does this have to do with our story? Well you see it had been during time served that a certain red head had come to spend more and more time with a certain cyan haired woman. Though it was impossible to tell exactly what it was the emotionless android thought or even felt this android and that ex-nun (not so much by choice nun in the first place) came to spend more and more time together. Nao would never openly admit it but all could see there was a thing. It was because of this thing that all the cyan haired android received was:
"Miyu!" Followed by cheeks mirroring the colour of her hair. Yep, Nao was truly head over heels.
"Haha, see Spider? Even Miyu agrees! Just wear the damn suit and stop whining."
Practically tossing herself down onto the other couch, Nao mumbled curses under her breath, Miyu paying it no attention (this did happen almost everyday after all).
Several moments passed and a silence enveloped the room and its occupants. It was like a funeral, minus the fact that someone had died… and that no one was crying. Okay so maybe it wasn't like a funeral, it was just dead silent. Of course this silence was broken by none other then… Miyu?
"You should not go."
Nao spun in her seat casting Miyu a death glare followed by a puppy like expression, "Why not?! Mama said I could!"
The android was immune to such looks – or so it seemed, "Your mother would say yes if you asked her for the house."
"Then why can't I?"
"You're too old." A wind blew through the house, tumbleweed rolling lazily across the room. If Nao was too old that meant everyone was too old (especially Midori). Just when all the other members of the trick-o-treating party were about to object Miyu continued, "Plus it would ruin your figure."
Jaws dropped all around. A few cracks and thumps could be heard as they hit various things: the floor, the table, the jaw of a lover, the phone… I think you get the point. Natsuki was too stupefied to make a comment which left Midori to…
"Haha figure?!" Midori blew out a long whistle, "Way to go Nao! Miyu I never knew you had it in you!"
The blush that had adorned her cheeks quickly vanished as Nao shot Midori her own patented death glare: The Spider's Gaze. "Zip it Midori, and you!" Nao pointed accusingly at the now dying of laughter Kuga, "If you say a word I'm going to tell Fujino what you did last weekend."
Emerald eyes shot wide open and the laughter stopped dead, "You wouldn't…"
"I would."
"Ha! Well you don't have anything on me so I…"
"Midori, September 27th, the night at El Val…"
The older woman shot across the room, clasping her hands about Nao's mouth while chuckling nervously, "Haha now now no need for that… How about we get back to…"
"Ara, Natsuki what happened last weekend?" Asked a very curious ex-Kaichou, offering her girlfriend an inquiring look to which Natsuki only gulped.
"Midori…" Began Yohko at almost the same time.
"Haha, Yohko! Weather's beautiful isn't it?" Midori did the exact same thing as Natsuki, gulped and prepared to run. This was of course halted by their significant others holding fast to the collars of their shirts. The only ones who seemed unaffected were Mai, Mikoto and… well Miyu.
"Mai! What happened last weekend? And what is a figure?" Piercing golden orbs twinkled at the older girl, "Is it edible? Mai… can I eat figure?" Everyone else was so absorbed in their own discussions that this comment was missed. All that was noticed was Mai and her now newly red features.
"Oi, Mai what's wrong with you?" Natsuki asked hoping to divert the attention. Which worked… to some extent. Everyone turned their gaze to Mai who was now more then beet red with the ever cheerful Mikoto clinging to her front chanting Figure over and over again, "And what's with Mikoto…"
"N-n-n-nothing!"
"Doesn't seem like nothing," Nao pointed out, "If it was nothing you wouldn't be blushing and that dork," A finger was pointed at Mikoto, "Would not be chanting edible figure over and ov… Oh God!" Nao was the first to understand. Years of creep hunting with Mikoto had taught the ex-nun a few things. It taught her that Mikoto loved Mai, Mai's breasts and food. Nothing else.
Shizuru, Midori and Yohko were next to catch on, followed by Natsuki staring blankly waiting for an explanation to her friend's behaviour and Miyu with that normal expression. All was right in the world
"…"
"…"
Ruffling her navy locks Natsuki yelled, "I don't get it! Just tell me and stop staring at me!"
"Natsuki's temperature is rising at an exponential rate. Fujino-san has not done anything, and my (spidey *cough cough*) senses are not malfunctioning." Thank you Miyu! This only fueled the frustration Natsuki was experiencing further. That was until Shizuru leaned forward, whispered something into Natsuki's ear causing the younger girl to go purple, I mean pink!
"WHAT?!?"
"Kuga!" Midori yelped, hands clamped over her ears, "Volume! Volume!"
Blushing lightly, Natsuki apologized, "Sorry…" Then in a second much quieter attempt she tried again, "What?"
"Much better," Thumbs up were offered by Midori to which Natsuki mirror and Nao only groaned and rolled her eyes.
The world rolled for a little longer before Shizuru decided to save the day and bring back the ultimate issue at hand, "Ara, Mikoto Natsuki has very edible figure but it is only mine, just as Mai's edible figure is only yours." Fujino to the rescue! Sweat drops could be seen about the crowd, but Mikoto seemed to agree as she nodded her head.
"Like Nao's is to Miyu and Midori's is to Yohko and Haruka is to Yukino and Takumi is to Arika and…" Mai clasped her hand over Mikoto's mouth before she could say anymore. Only two figures within the room remained unscathed by Mikoto's explanation: Shizuru and Miyu.
"Ara, Mikoto-chan is very right."
"Shizuru!"
"Natsuki I am only telling Mikoto the truth, she is old enough now."
"But that's not true!"
Cocking her brow upward Shizuru questioned, "Are you saying your figure is not for me? Does Natsuki…" Sniff, "Does Natsuki have another?"
"No!" Panic mode turned on and Natsuki made massive attempts to sooth her soon to be sobbing girlfriend, "It's not like that Shizuru! Shizuru you know what I mean! Don't cry… please… don't cry…"
The couple was ignored by the remainder of the group – another one of those common events that one simply became immune to. Poor Natsuki however had never learned and thus was always easily fooled by Shizuru.
"So…" Began Midori, attempting to once again bring conversation to the group.
"I agree with Miyu."
Midori's eyes nearly fell out when she heard the voice of her lover, "Yohko! Tell me you're not serious!?"
"Midori I am dead serious." The doctor wore a stern expression, "Don't you remember last year? You were in bed for a week complaining of a sore stomach and groaning and grumbling. I won't take it for another year, you're not going trick-o-treating and that's final." Yohko has laid the law, and one didn't cross the law laying Yohko.
Even Midori was wise enough to sulk and accept defeat. This was after all not the last of it! Halloween was in T-minus twelve hours and candy must be harvested. Midori would wait, strike at the right moment. Yohko could never say no if she were to… This moment is censored due to certain reasons. First and foremost your writer is too much of a pansy to write anything remotely above blush worthy points (Hey!!) and secondly it would up the rating of this composition which your writer is again too scared to do (O-o-o-oi!!). Thank you for your time.
All of the occupants in the room glanced about, all except Miyu that is. "Oi, what the hell was that? Did anyone else hear some weird voice?" Natsuki fell from her seat, sinking to super stealth ninja like mode and examining the walls for small pin sized holes that creepers, stalkers and fan clubs could look through.
Again an eerie wind blew through the premises followed by a dust cloud and some tumbleweed. "And what the hell is with this sand?!" Nao screamed, coughing up the golden particles that had just been awkwardly inhaled.
"Setting." Miyu responded, gently patting Nao upon the back. This scene might have received a few ooo's and awww's if it wasn't for the fact that it was Miyu and it was a rather rough few pats and well… it was Miyu.
So moments passed in silence. At one point it was believed that the writer had forgotten what to write. Of course this would never happen as all the HiME cast knew the writer well and were each assured a part in upcoming pieces as star roles with a good paying salary. Therefore the writer must have brilliant ideas spewing forth from the ying yang… they couldn't be more wrong.
Conversation was attempted from the silence yet again, this time it was an energetic Mikoto, "Mai!! Hungry!!" Those about the room fell flat upon their faces, except for Mai… and Miyu of course.
"Ara, Mikoto-chan is right," Crimson orbs took note of the time – just shy of eleven, "Shall we get lunch?"
Natsuki had halted her search of the entire house and was in agreement with Shizuru and Mikoto – her stomach told everyone so, "Let's go!"
"For once I agree with the pup and Fujino."
And thus, the entire group (One, two, three… six worth of them!) left the house. Whose house exactly? Well they weren't sure, but it was sure a nice house with a cute little diner a mere half block away.
Alright first for the notes!
1. This is the Double M, Double N faction! Brought to you exclusively by K Enterprise! When did I get my own Enterprise? Three minutes ago. Of course this Double M, Double N faction was unintentional… I mean brilliance! It was planned all along. Yep all along… *Shifty eyes*
2. Ah… I've never actually seen Freddy vs. Jason… but he has claws! And… and… it was the first thing that came to mind when I was thinking good costumes to fight over.
3. Alright, ten shiny invisible dollars to whoever can guess the television series!
4. And this is why I cannot write fanfiction outside of Shiznat yet!! T-T I don't know how to write the character of Miyu. If anyone has any suggestions? Or is willing to write the Miyu lines for me I would lurf them forever and ever and ever… until I found someone new to lurf forever and ever and ever.
Those are the notes! Now to the real meat and potatoes!
This wasn't really meant to be anything, and there will be a second part that I will finish tonight (but at this point have not started). In all honesty this was just written for the sake of humour, death from midterms and that today is Halloween!
Sadly, I will not be going out to steal… I mean gather candy! And will hope that my sister shall do so for me instead.
I haven't entirely proof read this so be prepared for a lot of mistakes and a lot of things that do not make sense. If someone wants to edit this then send me a copy of it edited I would like that… or I'll just get to never editing it.
I've had a few comments on Letters and it looks like a lot of individuals are eagerly awaiting the next installment. I will try to finish that this weekend, but there are no guarantees. As well I want to say thank you to anyone who has read Letters. It is officially over 1o, ooo hits.
Well that's all I have to say at this point, everyone enjoy your Halloween and don't forget to spread the love! Not the herpes… wrong speech? Right! Wrong speech!