Ok. So I got the idea for this about a month ago, while I was drying dishes at my work. It was original going to be an all yaoi idea, but then, I heard the song "That ain't my truck", and I wanted to add a yuri pairing, and it just grew from there. This is my first attempt at a truely humorous fic. I will be making character's OOC. But it should be funny. Do me a favor and SAVE YOUR REVIEWS! Why? Because I normally need a kick in my butt. If I don't post within a week or at the lastest two weeks, you guys need to review and verbal kick my butt, ok? Otherwise this will never get finished! On to the story!
Movie Making Nightmare: Debts Suck!
Prologue: Why you never get angry in a casino.
Dammit! Not you too! You must be broken!" a feminine voice cried out in anguish. The sound of metal bending, breaking and denting underneath great force was heard.
"Um…Ma'am?" a timid voice asked from behind the irate blonde. The woman who looked about twenty spun around, only to see a young girl about fifteen cowering behind her. Her thin knees, exposed by her knee-length yellow yukata, were shaking, but she bravely stared her green eyes into the other woman's brown ones.
"C-C-Could you please stop breaking our machines?" the girl asked, her voice wavering at first, but growing stronger at the end. The woman noticed the room was quiet, deathly quiet. She looked around, and saw pairs of eyes staring at her, as her fellow gamblers looked up from their slot machine to stare at the scene she had just caused.
"I'm very sorry," the woman told the girl; bow her head to hide her embarrassed flush with her long blonde hair. Her eyes swept over the ruins of five slot machines. "I'll pay for the damages," the woman said. "How much could one little itty bitty slot machine cost?" she wondered.
"Really?" asked a man with a perfectly round torso and the face of a toad. The woman barely was able to suppress her gag reflex, let alone the shudder that ran through her body at the man's ugly face.
"They are about 300,000 yen each," the girl answered softly. The older woman winced.
"Apparently a lot."
"And that doesn't include shipping fees, which are another 20,000…each!" the man cried out joyously, a greedy grin on his face.
The veins on the woman's forehead pulsed in anger, and she picked up two new machines, and threw them at the wall.
"Now that's 2,290,000 yen!" the man cried out before he fainted in excitement.