Where To, This Summer?

A/N: Since it's summer, I decided to do a fic (humor fic) on LCDO. (I know, I fail at making humor) Enjoy my attempt to be funny. Your reviews are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own these adorable characters.

One: One-Way Trip to North Pole

"Is this thing working already?" Amou Nami asked as she shook the little recorder that was handed to her by a club member. "Yeah. Fixed it already. You should be more careful this time, Amou-san." He replied as he wiped his grease-stained hands. "Thank you so much, Ikuno-kun. I owe you one." She said the kept the gadget in her pocket. "Don't mention it. What are you planning to do with that, anyway?" he asked. Amou wrinkled her nose and checked on her wristwatch. "He'll be helping me a lot with the project that I proposed." She answered vaguely. "Oh well, if that's the case, I wish you luck. Now that you mentioned it, I remembered that I need to do some editing too." He bid his goodbye and the two parted ways.

The sneaky journalist trotted to the school grounds, hoping to catch on one of the bunch of her favorite subject: the concour participants. In the earlier stages of the competition, articles about these students were the talk of the town and the ratings of the school paper grew tremendously. Every time the participants would perform, she and the rest of the club would be working their heads out to give a good edition of the paper. Though tired, she and the other members were happy that the school was always looking for the newest scoops and articles regarding the said competition. And in the course of the event, she had made friends with the subjects.

But like all things, the concours must end. And with this decline in activity from the contest, the number of subscribers had declined too. The bustling office was now dull and seemed lifeless. Stacks of unread papers filled most of the spaces meant for other important stuff. Photos and articles that are yet to be edited and compiled grew considerably. Some members were already planning to quit since the club seems to be dying already, which pierced her heart even more. Her superior had already poured out his great sorrow about the club's condition to her, too.

To save everyone from this misery, she thought of releasing a new issue that deals with the concour participants. The club agreed to it and decided that they would help her. The buzz came back to everyone, like some saving electric current, and gave life to the brains and hands of the club.

Amou's smile immediately flashed when she saw a concour participant. "Got you, Dozer." She muttered then picked up her speed. She didn't want to miss such fast opportunity. "Shimizu-kun!" she called as she approached the first year cello major.

"Good afternoon, Amou-sempai." He softly greeted as he bowed his head in slow-mo. "Are you free? Can I get a few words from you?" she asked, fishing the recorder from her pockets and setting it on. The first year stared back at her with those glazed eyes.

"What is that for, Amou-sempai?"

"Eh? Ah…nothing. I might forget something so think of it as a reinforcement squad."

"Will that be used against me?"

"Of course not! As I told you, it's just for back-up in case I miss out something."

"What do you want to ask me, Amou-sempai?" Shimizu fought the urge to yawn. He thought of the way how his yawn might sound in the recorder.

Nami grinned and quickly took out her notebook and pen. "This will be very quick. Can you tell me what your dream summer escapade is? And if you could include someone in that escapade, what would it be?" she asked with expectant eyes. The first year looked back at her blankly and drifted his gaze. "Well…" Shimizu started and his face started to have that peaceful look. Nami gulped as she waited for his response.

"I want to go to North Pole."

Nami blinked hard. "Huh?"

"I want to go to North Pole."

"W-What are you going to do there? Play with the penguins and make snow angels? Besides, isn't that supposed to be a Christmas wish?"

"I want to see Santa. And it's hot when it's summer. I want to go somewhere cool."

The journalist's face fell. "Seriously?" her tone was dead flat. She wasn't sure if she was just hearing things or the kid has serious mental problems. "Yes. I wanted to see his elves and his toy making factory and his reindeer!" he said as animatedly as possible. Nami stared at him like he was some deranged kid who got lost between reality and fantasy.

"Uh, Amou-sempai, aren't you going to write that in your notebook?" Shimizu pointed out to the journalist's tools. "It's fine. Remember, I have a tape recorder with me." She monotonously replied, still with that straight look. "Oh, I understand." The smile on the lad's face was still hanging like the one on the Cheshire Cat.

"Will there be more?" she asked the dreaded question. Shimizu nodded happily and stated more things that Nami didn't expect to hear like trying to ride on the sleigh or helping in putting the tags and names on the gift or being dressed like an elf. She was expecting to hear stuff like music conventions, attending concerts or sleeping all day. Whatever works, but not Santa and the North Pole.

"You're not kidding, right? I mean, seriously, you really want to go to that place?" she asked then tried to force certain calmness into her system. Maybe the kid hit his head somewhere. Or he got abducted by aliens and his brain was experimented on, thus having this weird conversation.

"Well, that is my dream summer experience, Amou-sempai." The tone on his voice made Amou guilty of how she thought of him. Well, he's still a first year and based from her researching, he has younger siblings. Maybe he still has that small percentage of childish hormones lingering in his body. "Ah, I didn't mean anything there. I just thought that it was a bit bizarre. But it's cute." She said then scribbled on her notebook. "I hope many people will like your issue, Amou-sempai." Shimizu cheered on. "Thanks. That's so nice of you." She returned a smile. "Is the interview over? I feel like wanting to take a small nap before the lunch break ends." He said then covered his mouth to yawn. "Well, there's actually one thing that you can do for me." Amou said then kept her writing materials and turned off the recorder. This time, she took her handy-dandy camera.

"Shimizu-kun, I need a photo of you for this article. Can you pose for me?" she asked when the horrendous interview was done, thankfully, and as she was setting her camera on. "What pose shall I do?" the first year inquired. "Something summer." She muttered while adjusting the lens. "Summer?" Shimizu repeated and pondered for a while. "Maybe we can try that tree over there as a background. Looks very shady, very summer." She said and Shimizu tilted his head to the direction of the tree. "I think so too, Amou-sempai." He replied. "Alright, are you ready for your pose?" she asked. The lad nodded softly.

The lad walked under the tree and sat. He leaned his head on the trunk and closed his eyes. He adjusted and shifted himself before giving a satisfied sigh. A certain look crossed his face. "Ah, that is a refreshing pose, Shimizu-kun! Wonderful!" she said then took shots. "Okay, that's great. Can you do another?" she asked.

Shimizu kept on posing.

"Shimizu-kun, it's fine already. Do another pose. It's the last one, I promise." She said a little bit louder. But the cellist didn't budge. Nami started to feel awkward. "Shimizu-kun?" she asked again. The cellist mumbled something and he turned his head away.

"Are you sleeping in on me? Hey, wake up Shimizu-kun! Wake up!" she said as she nudged the kid awake. Sadly, he wouldn't let someone intervene with his own dream escapade.

"San…ta…" he muttered with a slight smile on his face. A horrified look came on Nami's face. "No…not that dream. Get back here, Shimizu-kun! Get a hold of yourself! Come back!" she said, shaking the poor kid to wakefulness.

"That's a very nice gift…thank you…San..ta…"

All hope faded away from Nami. "He left me on North Pole. Am I really supposed to write his interview?" she asked herself as she watched Shimizu gave a little giggle.

"A little editing will do. I have no choice. I'm stranded at North Pole." She said and with that, left the sleeping cellist as he takes on his North Pole escapade.