Heta~Kasha: Heyo~! New story, and new cannon fodder!
Julian: Cannon...
Rated T for swearing (blame Inuyasha for that), violence, and Miroku. Speaking of which...
Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. She can have him, I'll take Shippo.
Julian, Mary, and Taylor belong to me! They're mine! All mine!
Team Rocket belongs to Pokemon Company, and all the other people who make that wonderful series.
Team Dai-Gurren belongs to Gainax; bringing quality mind-screws since 1984.
"DIAMOND CLEAVING CLAW!"
"No good. Try again."
"BLACK SOUL SHREDDER!"
"Better, but not quite. Try adding a dragon in there somewhere."
"… Dragon-Force Lemon Peeler?"
"Now you're not even trying."
I sighed, resting against a wall. "How did you talk me into this again?" I idly scratched an itch on my head; the wig was not agreeing with my scalp.
"It's simple." Mary Heath shifted her weight from one stockinged foot to the other, flipping her currently black hair over one shoulder. "Because I'm a woman, which automatically gives me control over your subconscious. Besides, this was your idea."
"Oh yeah…"
A hand dropped on my shoulder, and its partner on Mary's. "While I love that you two are discussing the finer points of naming an ultimate attack, we're gonna be on in a few minutes." Tyler Wruck, a.k.a. 'Truck', looked thoroughly uncomfortable in his costume, constantly fiddling with the cat ears on his head. "Don't you guys think we should rehearse one last time?"
"Tyler," I pushed myself off the wall and turned to look at him, "we've practiced this thing so many times I had a dream about it last night. Chill out. Have a yogurt or something."
"What's with you and yogurt?"
"Hey, lots of great people like yogurt! Me, Michael Weston, Isaac Newton-"
Mary gave me a playful smack on the shoulder. "That's a lie, and you know it."
"Prove me wrong then!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our next team. Introducing Julian, Mary, and Tyler as the almost diabolical Team Rocket!"
I grinned at my fellow teammates. "You hear that? That's victory, and it's got a table reserved for us. Last roll call, 'cause it's show time!"
By the end of the day, I was completely exhausted. I was on my bed, lying on my back while looking at the medal the judges had given us. Second place, but that was enough for me. Heck, the fact that we placed at all was amazing to me. Besides, the winning team had done Team Dai-Gurren. I mean, how were we supposed to compete with that?
After that, we got caught up on the most important part of the 'Con; the loot. Between the three of us, we spent at least a thousand dollars, and made several vendors very happy. The high point for me was where I found an awesome ring: a thin jewel set in silver. I had a plan to cosplay a State Alchemist next 'Con, and the ring would go perfect with it.
Speaking of which, I grabbed the ring off my bedside table, setting the medal down in the same action. Now that I had it in the light, the jewel was sorta pinkish, and more of a shard than a full gem. The ring was inscribed with character in Japanese or Chinese. No way for me to tell, since I didn't read either one. Anyway, it was pretty cool, so I put it on—a perfect fit for my index finger.
It was getting pretty late, so I rolled over and turned off my desk lamp. As I closed my eyes, the jewel looked like it was almost glowing before it went out.
Heta~Kasha: Aaaaaand cut! Print it!
Julian: That's it? I thought this was gonna be hard.
Heta~Kasha: Oh, it will be. It willlllll beeeeeeeee~.
Julian: ... You're a bit weird, aren't you?
Heta~Kasha: Yeah. Read, Review, and Recommend!