Me: So, I'm taking a little break from Strike A Pose so I can write better.
Waiter: *hands me story book* Are you going to forget about the readers this time master?
Me: *takes book and sweat drops* This is why I started this one! So when I'm not working on Strike A Pose people will still get something to read from me.
Waiter: Jolly good show, Master Samuraikid!
Me: GOD I LOVE HAVING YOU IN THIS!
Waiter: Thank you sir.
Me: *cough* So, let me introduce the band, Winged Masquerade.
Waiter:Wise decision.
Me: Lets start out with the guitarist, singer, and the bad boy-
Setsuna *From backstage* AHEM.
Me: Sorry, bad GIRL, Setsuna Sakurazaki!
Setsuna: *makes peace sign*
Me: Next we have the brash, out going, fun loving drummer, Asuna Kagurazaka
Asuna: *sticks tongue out and smiles* Hey people!
Me: Then we have the shy, caring, sweet, bass player and the quiet, mysterious, piano player, Ako Izumi and Akira Okouchi!
Akira & Ako: *smile and wave* Hey there.
Waiter: Shall we begin now?
Me: *Opens book* YEAH!
Setsuna blushed and looked down at her feet, "I'm not sure if this is right.." She mumbled. Asuna smacked Setsuna on the back playfully, "Why not? We think it looks great!" She argued. Akira smiled and added to Asuna's argument, "Setsuna, you have that natural bad girl look. Ripped skinny jeans, a tie, a dress shirt, and a vest look good on you." Akira declared with her thumb on her chin, looking over the blushing girl in front of her. "But she's missing something." Ako added walking over to Setsuna, who was standing in front of the open dressing room. Akira nodded in agreement. Asuna crouched onto the floor in frustration. It had only taken them a few minutes to get their outfits, but with Setsuna there was always something that didn't seem right. They couldn't figure out what it was. Setsuna put her head down, but snapped it back up as if she had an idea. The young samurai reached up behind her head and hooked her finger underneath her hair tie and looked to her friends in wonder. "Maybe it's my hair." Setsuna said, slowly tugging the hair tie up, letting her shaggy hair fall to frame her face. Asuna eagerly jumped out of her crouched position on the floor, "Yes! That's it!" Asuna yelled grabbing Akira's hand. Setsuna brushed her hair out of her face so she could see, causing Ako to blush slightly. Luckily for Ako, no one saw. Setsuna's blush subsided quickly as she stepped past her friends to look at herself in the mirror. She had to admit it, she looked pretty good.
Her black silky hair framed her face well, her bangs covering her left eye, which seemed to give her an added air of mystery. The jeans were black, a little baggy at the bottom, but as they proceed further up, they got tighter. They hugged her hips nicely, but for some reason Setsuna had narrower hips than her fellow females, so it had taken some time to find a pair that fit. There was a small metal chain that ran from above the fly to the pocket and also a medium sized hole on the left knee. Setsuna liked it. The dress shirt was a clean white, nothing special. It hung loose on Setsuna's upper body, but if one looked closely, you could still see muscle filling out a lot of space in the shirt. Setsuna left the sleeves unbuttoned, later she would remove them. She felt that they would hinder her movement as she played, but mostly because they might hit unwanted strings at the concert, causing not so pretty sounds to come from her guitar.
Over her dress shirt was a black vest, with a red tie. It made her look sophisticated, but yet it still had that rock star feel to it. Setsuna stood to her side, hooked her thumbs just below the armpit and tugged on the vest. "I do look good in this!" Setsuna said smugly. Asuna chuckled behind her. "Now if only you had that bad boy charm thing! You're so shy!" Asuna said. Ako nodded, prompting Akira to nod also. Setsuna snorted, pointed her body straight towards the mirror. She had noticed one of the female cashier staring at her lustfully. "Watch this." Setsuna said devilishly, while pointing into the mirror at the reflection of the female cashier, who wasn't sneaking a peak at Setsuna at the moment. The three girls turned and watched Setsuna and the cashier in the mirror. Casually, Setsuna closed her eyes, running her fingers through her gorgeous locks, sending countless amounts of pheromones into the air. The cashier looked over and blushed at the charming girl, her senior in high school, no doubt. However, the young girl couldn't bare to look away, so she kept watching. Setsuna's eyes flickered open, still half lidded, as she slid her hands down the outside of her thigh with a dejected sigh. Finally, Setsuna slid her hand back up her thigh, letting her left one lay against her knee, and slipped her hand into her pocket. She tipped her head forward, veiling her face in hair, and looked into the mirror, at the poor girl at the cash register, nibbling on her finger with want. The young girl blushed darkly as their eyes met, but still didn't have the will power to look away. Akira, Asuna, and Ako turned to each other, bewildered. They didn't even know Setsuna had a side like this. As they looked on, amazed, Setsuna held her intense gaze on the girl in the mirror a few seconds longer before smiling, and doing something very very rare for her. She winked and did a clucking noise from the side of her mouth. The cashier fell to the floor screaming "Oh gaaaaaaaaawd!"
Setsuna smiled and stepped away from the mirror. "Check...and mate." Setsuna said turning her face up on a triumphant smile. Asuna couldn't believe her eyes. Did she really just see Setsuna, a shy and timid girl, make some random girl all hot and heavy? Akira pinched Asuna's arm, causing the orange head to smack away her hand, "Ow Akira! Why did you do that?" Asuna whined. The quiet girl shrugged before replying. "I wanted to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Did you see what I just saw?" She stated pointing to Setsuna, who had just snuck back into the changing room. Ako nodded like crazy, "Yeah! I didn't even know Setsuna had a side like that!" She giggled, checking to see if the girl at the register had recovered, and to her amusement the girl was still beneath the desk chanting the previous phrase yelled. Asuna chuckled and leaned against the stall door, "If Setsuna keep the charm up we might get a discount."
"HEY! You can't use me like that!" Setsuna laughed from inside the closed stall. "Besides, the headmaster gave us this special credit card to use for the expenses."
"Thank God!" Asuna yelled collapsing into one of the chairs lined up against the wall. Akira laughed, "Yeah. I'm glad also. Some of the stuff we're getting is kinda expensive." Ako nodded in agreement. They still had to get Asuna's drum set, plus they had to get a new piano for Akira. For some reason the music department's piano was broken, Asuna thought it was sabotage. If anything went wrong, Asuna was always the first to suggest it was sabotage.
Setsuna emerged from the dressing room, her outfit in hand, and her school uniform taking it's place. "Hair tie." She said simply, pointing to said object laying on the floor. Akira bent over and snagged it off the floor. The swimmer blew some lint it had collected off the floor before handing it over. "Thanks." Setsuna mumbled as she gathered her hair over to the left side of her head. Patting her head to smooth out the lumps, Setsuna strode over to the cash register, her company in tow. Remembering the events that had taken place earlier, Setsuna allowed a flirtatious smile to spread to her face. She felt slightly bad about this, "This is just practice!" she told her self. Even though she kept telling herself this, a part of her kept thinking of Konoka. She wouldn't be seeing her lovely face for 3, well not counting the rest of today, 2 more days and it would kill Setsuna inside, not being able to talk to her, not being able to run her fingers through her hair when she fell asleep. It would be pure agony, but it would only until the concert. Then they would be reunited.
Akira rang the little bell on the desk to get the still squealing girl's attention. Seconds later, she appeared, still blushing quite darkly. "D-did you fi-find what y-yo-you wanted?" The young girl stuttered out, refusing to make contact with the charming girl in front of her. Asuna shoved Setsuna off to the side, pressing her stuff onto the desk first. Ako looked at Asuna confused. "What?" Asuna asked scratching her head, "I wanted my checked out first.." Setsuna smacked her face, again leaving a red mark. "Ughhhhh.." She moaned letting her face fall onto the desk. The girl at the cash register smiled and loosened up a little at the silliness of the orange haired girl. She grabbed the articles of clothing Asuna had set down and proceeded to ring them up.
"Asuna, you'll never grow up!"
The girl stopped checking out Asuna's clothing, "Your name is Asuna? As in Asuna Kagurazaka?" She asked, eyes wide. Asuna nodded guardedly, not sure who this girl was. Or that it was even a girl for that matter. The clerk shook her head in disbelief, "So that makes you Akira from class 6-A! And you Ako, and you..." She trailed off looking down at the girl laying on the check out desk. "You're Setsuna. The girl who will be singing at the choir concert this Friday!" She yelled excitedly. Setsuna nodded into the desk and mumbled something muffled by the plastic desk. Deciding to ignore the girl, Asuna put her hands behind her head and smiled, "Yeah. That would be us."
Setsuna lifted her face from the desk and set her clothes on it, avoiding eye contact with the clerk. She smiled, grabbing Setsuna's clothes and began checking them out. "My name's Jessica. It's nice to meet our famousupper class men." The girl, known as Jessica, said playfully. It was true, class 6-A was known very well for their hijinks, almost enough that you could say they were famous. The whole school knew who they were, many even had fan clubs. (Which led to stalkers, as we all know.
-Dong, Dong-
Ako looked out of the store window and at the massive clock standing in the Mahora Plaza. "Aww man, It's already 3:30. I guess we took more than half of the day up trying to find some clothes." Ako sighed as she tapped on the glass. Akira nodded, "And we still have to go to the music store." "It shouldn't take that long." Setsuna interjected, walking over to the window to look at the groups of girls running from the school. "If we use our time wisely, we could easily be back at 5:30 to 6-ish." She stated simply, pointing to the small music shop located at the bottom of the Plaza. Ako shook her head in agreement and pressed her head against the glass. "Oh look!" Ako yelled, pointing her finger out of the window at something. Setsuna looked away from the music shop to follow Ako's finger.
"Oh...shit."
Setsuna backed up from the window slowly, ducking behind a clothes rack. Asuna made a beeline dash for it, curious as to what had made the shorter girl cower behind the clothes rack. Pushing Ako aside, Asuna looked in the direction Ako's finger had been pointing in. She cringed. Amongst the throng of people was a brown-haired, no chocolate-haired girl, looking as if she was on a man-hunt. Suddenly, the girl looked up, feeling an intense gaze on her looked up, into the clothing shop, directly at the orange and silver haired girls standing in the window.
"Ako! Down-get down!" Asuna hissed, crumpling to the ground as she reached up to tug the other girl down with her. It was too late, Asuna knew the girl had gotten a good look at them. "This is bad." Asuna whispered from the floor, still holding Ako down.
"What's bad?" Akira asked, placing her and Ako's clothing on the desk for Jessica to check out, unaware of what had happened. Setsuna, from behind the clothing rack, looked up to Akira, horrified. "Konoka's coming." Akira pulled out the credit card the headmaster had given them and swiped it through the small plastic card reader on the desk. "What's wrong with that?" she asked, still not understanding the 'danger' they were in. Asuna shook her head, darted over to the cash register, dragging Ako with her. "Akira, if Konoka sees me or Setsuna, we're screwed! Forget the concert, we won't be able to practice if she gets a hold of HER!" She hissed, pointing over her shoulder to the partially petrified Setsuna, who shakily nodded.
"Ahem. If someone wants to, I can have someone hide behind the register." Jessica piped up, stuffing the receipt in the bag containing their clothes. Ako jerked herself from Asuna's grip and low crawled to the window, peering over at the stairs. "Uh oh. Guys, Konoka's on the stairs. Pick someone to hide, quick!" Ako shrieked. Akira turned around to Asuna, who nodded. "Setsuna, get behind the cash register." Akira commanded. Setsuna was frozen for a few minutes, still looking at the window, before darting for the register and diving behind it. Jessica fell to her side, barely avoiding the living projectile that had launched at her, with a muted thud. Setsuna mouthed a "sorry" from underneath the dark desk.
"Here she comes." Ako whispered. Asuna stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her shirt. "Act natural." Asuna instructed, pulling Ako up off the floor to fix her skirt.
-Clink-
The front door swung open, sending a large gust of air through the room as the young girl strode in. "Konoka!" Asuna yelled with fake enthusiasm, "What are you doing here?" Konoka walked in, tracing her fingers over the smooth fabrics, as she looked around the store, practically empty. The only people in there (not counting Setsuna) were Asuna, Akira, Ako, Jessica, and Konoka herself. "I was wondering why you weren't in class today. All three of you actually." Konoka remarked, looking at the three girls scattered about the store. "Why weren't you three in class today?" Konoka asked innocently, tilting her head to the side. Asuna choked, earning a suspicious stare from the girl in front of her. Akira, noticing Asuna's obvious discomfort with the question, covered for her, thinking up a very believable excuse. "Ako has an important meeting this week, she has to take a test on some medical procedures and she needed a few people to use as demonstrations. I guess her test has to do with what to do when an athletic person is having trouble breathing or something." Akira lied easily, pushing the shopping bag onto the counter for Jessica to look after until Konoka was gone. Jessica nodded, taking it and putting it under the desk with Setsuna.
Konoka accepted the lie, as her facial expression relaxed, and she began looking around the store. "Have you seen Set-Chan?" She asked, pulling a pink blouse with a cherry blossom design off the rack and holding it against her body. Asuna swung around Akira to Konoka, stretched her arms above her head, "No. I haven't seen her all morning, but I'm sure she'll be over soon." Asuna chirped, feeling confident in her lie, but she didn't expect to see her best friend frown, then struggle to hold back tears. "Hey-"
"Konoka what's wrong?" Ako soothed, cutting off Asuna, coming from behind the Konoe heir to grab her hand. Konoka sniffled, drawing Akira's attention. "Yeah, what's wrong? You're usually happy, why are you about to cry?" Akira said, voice full of concern. Konoka sniffle again and squeezed Ako's hand, turning a bright pink. "Well..." Konoka began, her blush getting slightly darker. "I mi-"
"OWWWW, MY MOTHER TRUCKING KNEE!" Jessica screamed from behind the register, bending over to rub at the throbbing body part. Once she bent back up, she realized she had drawn the attention of the girls in front of her. Jessica blushed, mumbling something like, "I um...hit my knee on the..counter..." while pointing to the counter and raising her knee. Asuna raised her eyebrows, mentally asking "Your knee didn't hit the counter did it?" Jessica shook her head, motioning downwards to Setsuna, who was sticking her head out of the side of the counter. Luckily, Konoka was facing the other direction, so she didn't notice the silent conversation between Asuna and Jessica.
"You were saying?" Ako pried, genuinely concerned. Konoka looked up to Akira, Asuna, and Ako. "Well, I miss Setsuna and-"
"GAAAAAAAAAAAWD MY KNEEEEEEEEE! WHAT THE HE...ahaha, whoops..sorry.."
Konoka cleared her throat and started again. "I miss Setsuna..a lot. I want to spend some time with her before the concert.." Konoka trailed off, blushing. Ako raised her eyebrow and shot a sideways glance to Akira. "Konoka, lets go talk about this somewhere." Akira offered, pointing out the window to a cafe. Konoka shyly nodded, allowing herself to be steered out of the door by the two girls. "Wait, Asuna aren't you coming?" Konoka asked, curious as to why her roommate was still standing in the store. Asuna shook her head, "Nah. I have some shopping to do. I'll catch you guys later, have fun."
Ako tugged Konoka out of the door before she had anytime to protest, dashing for the stairs. Akira waited until they were out of sight before sticking her head back into the store, "Hey. Send me a picture of some pianos. I'll let you know which one I want. Setsuna should know what else to get." She whispered to Asuna, before running after her departed company.
Setsuna stood up from behind the desk, face tinged pink. "Sorry. Something kept touching me under there and it was freaking me out. Sorry for hitting your knee. Twice." Setsuna added, stretching after being confined to the small area of the desk. Jessica shook her head, "It's fine." she protested, handing the shopping bag to Setsuna. Asuna leaned against the cash register, "Whoa, that was close." She gasped. Setsuna nodded "But at least you have the courage to lie to her." Setsuna reasoned, hanging the shopping bag against her side. Asuna nodded in agreement. Setsuna couldn't lie to Konoka. If Konoka asked Setsuna what color her hair was, Setsuna could say "Purple.". Then Setsuna would laugh nervously, begin to sweat, then she would get this 'Shit eating grin' on her face, as Kazumi called it. You could always tell by the grin, as Setsuna rarely smiled with her teeth.
"I wonder what they're talking about." Asuna wondered aloud, tapping a drum set. Setsuna checked the price, ignoring Asuna "This one is..$2,000." Setsuna whispered in disbelief as Asuna tore the price tag from Setsuna's hand. "Whoa. I guess we can't get it." Asuna added dejectedly. Setsuna shook her head, taking the price tag back, "No. If you like it, we can get it. I think there is about half a grand on this card." She argued, pulling out the flimsy plastic card shoved in her pocket. They had probably barely even used $300 of it. Setsuna was sure they had plenty of money left to get what they wanted, or eventually needed.
Asuna had picked out a black drum set, accented with red highlights. It came with 10 entire box of silver painted Vic Firth drum sticks, a small black swivel stool, and a membership to the store. Which was a steal, according to Asuna after the manager read off a list of what the drum set came with. They still had to find Akira's piano, so Asuna requested that it be left up front, where they could pick it up after they found a piano. But then arose the question, "How do we get it to the auditorium?" Setsuna pondered about this question for a minute, the manager waiting to know what he would be doing with the drum set. "Do you have a moving crew?" Setsuna asked, deeply rooted in thought. The manager nodded in reply. "Alright. Put it on a moving truck, but we still have to get a piano, so don't send it out yet." Setsuna instructed. The manager nodded, ripped the price tag off the chosen set, and went to get a fellow worker to move it.
Setsuna turned to Asuna, who was happily spinning on the stool, "Hey. Move it Asuna, it's 4 o'clock." Setsuna called over her shoulder, as she walked over to the keyboard section of the store. There were millions of pianos. Most of them were baby grand pianos. Setsuna, Akira, and Asuna agreed; a baby grand piano just didn't have the right feel for "Rocketeer". It wasn't a classical piece, the piano needed to be a symbol of the song, which struck them all as the following; wild, fun, youthful. A piano like that didn't fit the bill.
So then came the hard task of deciding on what piano to get. Asuna text Akira, afraid that if she called, Konoka would over hear Setsuna singing in the background. Akira still suggested a regular piano, as she didn't want to play a keyboard, feeling that it didn't produce as much sound as a real piano. So, Setsuna hunted around the store, looking for a regular piano. Finally, Asuna called an employee over, much to Setsuna's protest. She liked finding things on her own, it was almost shameful for her to ask someone for help. But, even with all her protesting, Asuna still called the employee over, and asked if they had any other pianos.
"Other than a grand?" The employee asked while patting an ivory colored baby grand piano. "Yeah. We want a regular piano. Y'know, one that's just like a rectangle?" Asuna asked, demonstrating the shape by making a square with her hands. The employee chewed on then pen in his hand in thought. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "An upright piano? Well, we have some in the warehouse. You ladies are welcome to have a look back there. If anyone give you any trouble, just say Sean sent you back there." He answered, pointing them to the very back of the store.
Setsuna scoffed as they walked away. "What's the matter with you?" Asuna asked, leaning some of her weight on the shorter girl, as they walked to the warehouse. "I don't like being called a lady." Setsuna shrugged, opening the door for Asuna. The orange haired girl chuckled, "But you are!" Setsuna blushed, but argued back. "I'm a warrior. Not a lady. Konoka is. A fine one at that too." Setsuna thought the last sentence in her head, but instead of staying there, it flowed out with the rest of her words. Asuna snickered, "Well Setsuna, I knew you watched Konoka sleep, but I definitely didn't know you watched her undress too." She teased, dodging a well aimed punch to the ribs. "HEY!" Setsuna retorted, "THAT WAS ONLY ONCE!" before making a beeline for a piano, nestled between a keyboard and the wall. Asuna snorted, but followed the flustered warrior.
The piano was a medium brown, Setsuna presumed it was made out of maple wood. On the front, in gold letters was 'Baldwin'. Again, Setsuna picked up the price tag. "$2200.." Setsuna mumbled. "Do you like it Asuna? I do. I'm willing to pay that much." Asuna leaned past Setsuna, using her hand on the piano to support her weight, poked a white key. "I like it. But we need to take a picture for Akira." Asuna giggled, pressing the highest key. Setsuna sat on the floor, "Go ahead Asuna." She groaned. Asuna sighed and took a step back from the piano, pulling out her cellphone. She waited until the screen became clear, and clicked the 'okay' button. Asuna showed the picture to Setsuna, to be sure it was a good picture, before sending it to Akira.
"Well." Asuna said, falling to the floor with Setsuna, "I guess we wait for now." Setsuna sighed in response, remembering that she needed to get the rest of the supplies. "I'm going to go get the rest of the supplies. I'll be back." Setsuna said tiredly, standing up just as Asuna's phone vibrated on the floor. Asuna picked it up, standing up along side Setsuna. "What did she say?" Setsuna asked peering over to get a look at the screen. Asuna shut her phone, "We're getting that piano. Akira says it's 'perfect'." Setsuna nodded. "You can get the manger, I'll get the supplies Ako and I need."
"Meet you at the cash register." Asuna said, running in the opposite direction of Setsuna. "Alright." Setsuna waved, heading in the other direction.
"What did we need? Hmmm." Setsuna thought, skimming through the guitar and bass section of the store. "Strings. Polish..." Setsuna said under her breath, as she snagged said items off the shelf and placed them under her arm. "Oh. We'll need a microphone too.." She thought aloud. Spotting one in a box in the corner, Setsuna picked it up, also placing it under her arm. "I guess that's everything." Setsuna sighed, shifting the items under her arm into a more comfortable position, which now included a few cables for the microphone, bass, etc.
"Um. Take it to the Mahora academy auditorium."
"Asuna!"
"Oh. Are you ready Setsu?" Asuna said, looking up from the clipboard she was signing. Setsuna nodded, setting the items needed on the counter. Asuna handed the clipboard back to the manager, who said he would ring everything up in a minute. Then he receded into the front office where the moving crew was. "I'm going to tell Akira and Ako to meet us in the auditorium." Asuna said, while dialing a number into her phone.
"Hello? Oh really? Okay. Well, I just wanted to call you and let you know to meet us in the auditorium. Alright... Bye."
Asuna closed her phone and put it into her pocket. "Akira said she and Ako have something important to tell you, but we'll all meet up in the auditorium. I guess we can set everything up before they get there. Ako has her bass in her room- wait, what did you do with your guitar?"
Setsuna looked up, "I put it in the auditorium already." The manager came out, punched in some codes in the register, before looking at the girls in front of him, "That will be $4,250." He stated, reaching his hand out for the card in Setsuna's hand. Quickly, he swiped it, and handed it back to the young warrior. "Just a moment." The man mumbled, put his hand on the cash register, waiting for the receipt to print.
Setsuna waited patiently for the receipt, once it was handed to her she shoved it into the bag with their clothes. "When will the piano and drum set be there?" Setsuna asked, as politely as she could. It took all of her energy, energy she didn't have, to not snap at someone. She was achingly tired, yet it was only 5 at night. "In 10 to 15 minutes I would say. The trucks 'bout to leave." He said, pointing outside to the moving truck. Setsuna sighed, "We better get going Asuna, I want to get there first." Asuna nodded and headed to the door, holding it open as Setsuna walked by.
"You got it Setsu?"
"Yeah. I got it." Setsuna said, taking most of the weight the piano with her knees. Asuna's drum set had been easy: take all the pieces apart, roll them onto the stage, put them back together. Simple, right? But you can't take a piano apart. So, Asuna and Setsuna had to unload the piano themselves, get it through the doors, which had to be removed by the way, somehow wheel it down the rows of the auditorium with out anyone being crushed, and somehow get it onto the stage. It was too late for not crushing anyone though, as Asuna had been pulling it, and the piano slipped from Setsuna's grip..you can guess what was screamed.
So now, Setsuna was on the stage, taking the piano from Asuna, who was standing on the floor. Asuna heaved upwards, trying to give Setsuna enough force so she could pull it onto the stage. Setsuna was almost on the floor, pulling with all the strength she had, "WHY THE, ugh, HELL, urggggg, IS IT SO, errrrrrrrrrr, HEAVY?" Setsuna screamed, huffing and puffing as Asuna gave it the final push up onto the stage. Asuna climbed up along with the piano, wheezing "I dunno, but gaaaaaaaaaawd was that heavy!"
Setsuna took a moment to clear her throat, get her breath back, and began tugging the piano off to the center. "A-Asuna, get off the stage...fuh...and tell me, huff, where this heavy thing should go." Setsuna squeezed out, voice hoarse. Asuna did as was asked of her, jumped off the stage, and stood at the back. The taller girl wheezed one last time before moving her hand over to the right, "Bring it-bring it to the right." Asuna yelled, voice cracking from the strain. Setsuna leaned up against the piano with all her weight and began sliding it over to the right of the stage, angling it so the player would be visible to the audience. "You're good!" Asuna yelled, clutching her chest while giving Setsuna a thumbs up. Setsuna let her face fall upon the keys of the piano, a very foul note resounding, causing Setsuna to jump and land on her back. Asuna jogged back to the stage, coming to rest on the floor with Setsuna.
"Let's just lay here-"
"And die?"
"And die."
-5 minutes later-
"Are we dead yet?"
"No, Setsu."
"I'm hungry. Do almost dead people eat?"
"I think."
"Let's go get a bento.."
"Give me 5 minutes to find my lungs. I dropped them somewhere..."
-Another 5 minutes later-
"Find your lungs?"
"No. I don't have the energy. Besides, it's not like we need lungs to breathe or anything."
"Oh. Alright. I'm not hungry any-"
"Setsuna~! We have important news for you!"
Setsuna sat up, using her elbows as support, to look curiously at the two girls running at the stage. Before she could ask anything, she was jerked to her feet by Akira, who smiled mischievously. Ako jumped onto the stage, dragging Asuna to her feet, earning nothing but a gurgle of protest. "Um, Asuna? You alright?" Ako asked, jiggling Asuna's body, trying to get a reply.
"Urghhhhh, Pianoooooooooooo." Asuna moaned. Akira looked at Asuna, somewhat scared, but she shook it off. "Setsuna. You have a date."
Setsuna's face went blank. "Whaaa?" she gaped, looking at the cheekily smiling girl in front of her.
"You have a date. With Konoka."
Asuna shot up, wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth. "SAY WHAT?" she screamed, not believing what she had heard. She glared at Akira, who shrugged her shoulders innocently.
"No joke?"
Akira shook her head.
"No joke."
Setsuna grabbed Akira by her shoulders with an iron grip. Her next words were strained,
"Explain."
Me: 9 pages? I'm on a roll!
Setsuna: *cough* Isn't there someone you want to thank?
Me: Ah yes! I'd like to thank Cloverfield for helping me, and giving me some very useful tips!
Setsuna: Mhmm. And?
Me: Oh...and wherever you are...loooooove you. You're like my sister now.
Mana: Ahem.
Me: ADOPTED-sister. You know you're my sister Mana! Hey, have you ever noticed how your name has Man-a? Are you a man?
Mana: *pulls out gun*
Me: *laughs*
Setsuna: What's so funny? She's about to light your butt up.
Me: AHAHA! I have a friend!
Mana: *Cocks gun and aims at me*
Setsuna: *hides*
Mana: *pulls trigger slowly*
Me: *pulls out whistle* GAMERA!
*Giant turtle flies and runs into Mana*
Mana: WTH?
Me: I found his shell one day...
Setsuna: Crack...You're on crack.
Me: I know. Waiter~. Finish this for me.
Waiter: Goodbye friends, we hope you will join us for the next chapter next time. Remember to review.
Gamera: *weird turtle noise*
Waiter: He says goodbye.
*Gamera walks off into the ocean and waves goodbye*
Me: *stares* Why do they always walk into the ocean as the sun sets?
Mana: We'll never know.
Me: *starts to cry watching Gamera disappear into the sunset* Awww...well...
Me, Mana, & Setsuna: Bye!