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The Anime/Manga Revolution
Chapter 4

Annoy. The word means to cause slight anger or mental distress to, be somewhat angry, or harass repeatedly. In life this could be your little brother drawing all over your homework. It could also refer to your mind state when that certain someone doesn't even notice you're alive. Finally, the word could refer to how THOSE people just refuse to leave you alone.

Turning the Alpha fraternity down flat and showing off my awesome ability to confuse people probably wasn't the wisest move on my part. Since then my locker that I had bought from the school has been vandalised twice and broken into four times. Thankfully I only use it to store my coat and bag on rainy days so nothing was stolen. However, I have found multiple annoying notes that I keep in a file folder at home. Although not threatening to do anything to me yet, these will serve as evidence to convince the police that the fraternity was slowly warming up to violence. My fellow peers have also taken to bumping me in the halls and being catty in my hearing (saying rude and unwanted things about me). Again, since these are not technically threats I can not go to the police. Instead I decide to merely wait it out. However, after two weeks and six days of this behaviour I'm starting to wish I could just make them shut up.

I paused in my writing as a couple of freshmen walked by, commenting on my clothing and how pathetic it was. With a sigh, I tilted my head to the side and looked back on my doodles I had started in an attempt to plan what would happen in my next story. Didn't they realize that we were all wearing the same uniform?

Another group walked by saying, "Her mother probably still dresses her."

I sighed again. Apparently not. It really was true about high school. It never ends. Although I guess that is a good thing. If it did, I wouldn't be prepared for royal jerks at my workplace. At least this way I would get some practice in. On the other hand, it was getting harder to keep my mouth shut and not say anything. Not to pat myself on the back or anything but my battles with Kaiba were slowly working my comebacks into well-delivered arrows of humiliation. Slowly though. I still had a lot to learn as Kaiba kept painfully pointing out.

Standing from my place under my tree, I started to walk towards the front door. Maybe I'd get a little peace in the classroom while I waited for class to start. I was halfway there when I heard a cry of, "Fire!"

A second later a water balloon hit the ground a few paces from me. It exploded sending a wave of ice cold water over my shoes. Again, I came from a colder climate so the water was almost a welcome since my feet were overheating. However, the next balloon exploded on a tree in front of me. I wasn't wet but the balloon passed by my head. Their failure at aiming wasn't a concern. My worry was where they were trying to hit. From the looks of things, this was a no-rule game of dodge ball. However, I refused to give in. I calmly walked to the front door before ducking behind a pillar.

The balloons all missed but I became soaked from the explosions. Sadly, I didn't have time to go home and change. The fact I would probably be shot to death by someone if I walked into class with my cosplay costume on stopped that plan as well. With little choice I walked to class and sat through a two hour lesson in a freezing lecture hall. By the end of the two hours, I was sure I had a cold. I shivering like someone had turned me on vibrate mode and someone kept calling. My head was spinning and I just felt horrible. Fortunately, it was Friday so I could just sleep off my cold tomorrow. Unfortunately, I couldn't go home right then because I still had a few more classes. With a great display of will, I sat and learned in a soaking wet uniform in many air conditioned classrooms. However, will must be rewarded if it will continue to work.

In an attempt to keep me on my feet so that I wouldn't pass out during club, I went to the university's coffee shop and ordered a cup of tea. I drank it on my way to club and was surprised at how the warmth seemed to seep into every fibre of my being. Of course the change of clothes might have helped since I was cosplaying as Botan and she had the full length kimono. Regrettably, I still couldn't see straight. I figured it was probably my contacts since I had only had them for two weeks or so and was still working on learning how to put them on.

I did have some doubts though. More than once while cosplaying Kaiba had given me a strange look. I mean stranger than usual. It wasn't his normal "you're being an idiot so stop arguing with me and say I'm right" look. Instead he seemed confused by my behaviour. Although I didn't really notice a change. Of course, my head was still spinning so it could have been that. Actually, the spinning got so bad that I had to leave club early. Since my clothes were still wet, I walked home as Botan but I had made sure to take my contacts out and wear my glasses so I could see better. I expected to get some weird looks but no one seemed to notice. Well one guy did. He kept following me as I walked down the street. When I stopped to look at something in the window of a store he stood there and watched me. I ignored him since I was only a few more steps to my house and then I'd behind a locked door. Besides, he didn't try to approach me so I figured he was just keeping an eye on me. Whether it was for my own protection or for the Alphas I couldn't say but I had a feeling it was for my own good. He seemed really familiar.

My headache was getting worse and the world kept spinning. Since I had to cross a busy road and I wasn't feeling the best, I huddled with a crowd at the crosswalk. It was taking longer than usual for the light to turn green but my mind slowly drifted into daydreams. I thought about what would happen if every week a girl was pushed into traffic by a homicidal manic. No one could catch him so one policewoman decided to act as bait. She underestimated him and died. However, her ghost couldn't find rest so she went to see her partner only to get stuck to him and having to follow him around. I imagined what trouble could arise from that and it seemed like a good plot to me.

I blinked as I came out of my daydream. The light was still red, but I was at the front of the crowd waiting for it to change. My head was becoming fuzzier as I realized that the light must have turned green while I was daydreaming. I frowned as I thought that. I rarely dreamed so deeply that I missed little details like that. That cold must be to blame I thought so I waited.

Trucks and cars drove by as they headed home. A few semis passed and a shiver always ran down my spine when they drove through the lane in front of me. That was the problem with having a good imagination. I could imagine the semi crashing into me if I so much as slipped out into traffic. Blood would go everywhere. Cars would be honking. Sirens would be wailing, and I would be dead.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts. Soon I'd be home, able to sleep, able to get rid of this cold. After I made dinner of course. Behind me, I felt a shove hit me in the back. I didn't realize how unsteady I was as I tried to avoid falling on my face. I stepped out into traffic and slipped. Shaking my head and trying to regain my reflexes, I tried to stand but my muscles weren't working. That's when I noticed the semi coming right for me and I knew what fear was like.

There is nothing worse than fear. It can make you drown in air. Freeze on the tracks. Sometimes even die. As I watched the semi come closer I felt myself freeze in my tracks. All logical decisions to dive to the side disappeared from my mind as I looked into the headlights. I didn't notice the driver's face. I didn't even think of the semi as a metal box. It was the fear that caused my lungs to fail to bring oxygen to my muscles. The semi was getting closer. I couldn't move. My legs were jelly. I was going to die. I had always joked about dying young. This time it wasn't a joke. This time the semi was heading for me.

I was too terrified to close my eyes. The semi came closer. Closer. Closer. A fleeting thought made me want to brace myself. No time. Metal touched me. It was over.

I waited for my body to go flying. For my soul to leave. For the pain to override my senses.

Nothing.

I could see the semi in front of me. I could hear people shouting at me. I was breathing. I wasn't dead?

My hand was trembling. I reached out to the metal grin in front of me. Pain. I pulled my hand back. The grin was hot. Very hot. Painfully hot. My hand hurt as I tried to block out the pain. I was alive! Someone was laughing in the background and someone was shaking my shoulder. Slowly I realized I had tears running down my face. I had almost died. I was still alive. The idea was so relieving that I started laughing. Take that semi! My mouth was already moving when I started to laugh and I realized that I was already was. Feeling like a baka, I continued to laugh at my foolishness.

Suddenly I was flying. Then I was standing. My laughing stopped as I realized how tired I was. My head started to nod as I ran out of adrenalin. Vaguely I realized that I was leaning against a really comfy light pole. I didn't know they made cushioned light poles. I wanted one.

The noises around me became louder as people started honking their horns and sirens raced to some emergency. I saw the flashing lights pull up but thought nothing of it as voices drifted in and out of my consciousness.

"Has your girlfriend taken any drugs recently? For pain or stress?"

"She was pushed in front of a semi that stopped inches from her nose. How coherent could you be if that happened to you?"

Sitting suddenly seemed like an awesome idea so I tried to sink to the ground. The cushiony light pole had arms that forced me to keep standing. I was not happy. I wanted to sit down so I pinched the arm around my waist. I was still standing. Nothing. I kicked the light pole. It growled so I stopped hurting it. Light poles have feelings too you know. I started laughing again.

"Are you sure she isn't on drugs? It wouldn't be unusual for a university student to—"

"She's having mood swings and no she isn't pregnant. The only drug she is on is adrenalin that is starting to wear off. Now can we go?"

"I need your names and addresses."

A mailbox was standing beside the light pole that was holding me up. It was writing a letter as the light pole told it that it lived in apartment five. I laughed harder. Light poles lived on streets not apartments. A bird flew by then. It flew into the road. A car turned, jumped, and ate the bird. No more bird. I started crying.

"You sure you don't want a ride?"

"No."

The light pole grew legs and started walking away from the mailbox, dragging me with it. I waved to the mailbox but the light pole grabbed my arm. We walked pass a group of buildings. They were pretty. Red and brown and purple. Some were even upside down. I started laughing again. People would have to enter them through the windows and get dirt on the ceilings. Like China where things were upside down. We entered a building through a spinning door. It kept going round and round like the world. But then it stopped moving! Did the Earth stop moving like the door too? I looked down at the floor, ignoring the tug of the light pole. The ground wasn't moving! The light pole pulled and the ground started moving again. False alarm.

Then I was thrown into a small box with mirrors and glowing buttons. I started to reach for the one that had a line and a picture of an eyeball with no dot. The light pole grabbed my hand and pushed the one that looked like an upside down nine. We were going to the opposite of nine. So the ceiling would be the floor and the lights would shine darkness. I didn't like that. So I pushed the one that looked like half an eight. That way we could walk half of the way down the floor before it got cut off.

A ding came out of nowhere and the box started moving. The walls were closing in! The light pole didn't seem to notice but I did! The mirrors made the room seem huge but I knew the truth! We were going to be squished! Why else would I be pressed up against the comfy light pole? I punched the wall to try to stop them from moving. The walls in front of me started to open. Ha! I started laughing again. I was the overload of awesome!

"You mean overlord."

I didn't reply because the girl in the mirror was staring at me. I stared back. We were having a staring contest. She blinked. But I had blinked too. Who won!

There was another ding. I was dragged out of the box into a hallway before we could have a rematch. The hallway was really nice. The carpet was red like roses and the walls were white like milk. What would milk and roses taste like? Would it be milk that just smelt like roses? Or would it taste like roses and smell like milk? What did roses taste like? I bet they tasted yummy. Kurama was cool.

The hallway started spinning. It was a trap! The light pole was trying to kill me! He had received orders from the mailbox to kill me because the semi had failed! I would never trust metal objects ever again! I had to get out before they made me a metal spork! Half fork. Half spoon! I would be an outcast of eating utensils forever!

I tried to run away but the light pole grabbed me. It was all over! I was going to be an outcast! I cried out to the organic life forms for help!

"Save me from the dreaded metal before they take over the world!" I shouted.

Nothing. The whole building was already metal! We were all doomed! Doomed!

"You aren't going to be a spoon."

Of course I wouldn't be a spoon! I'd be a spork! I looked up at the light pole. It was wearing glasses! It was once a person! The light pole was trying to brainwash me! I tried to escape by throwing off my glasses. The light pole would surely try to save his metal brethren by running to catch them and letting me escape. I looked back to the small box but it had disappeared into the creamy wall! The light pole ignored my glasses. They must have been plastic and not metal! Eye for an Eye, why did you betray me!

I found myself standing in front of a huge wooden door where screams could be hear coming from. The light pole reached into my pocket and grabbed a set of metal shapes on a metal ring from my pocket. They must have been ninjas and slipped the keys into my pocket so that if the government found them the keys to their fiendish plan would be safe! I had to warn the government! I tried to run by stomping on one of the light pole's feet. That only made it mad as it threw me through the door into a dark room. Screaming robots that looked like cats circled me. What sort of hellhole was I in?

The light pole dragged me to another room and threw me into the room after hitting a switch. Was the floor going to open up? Were the walls going to start closing in? Was the light coming from the ceiling going to turn me into the spork of doom? I was going to die! I was going to die twice in one day! I paused. You couldn't die twice in one day. You couldn't even die twice unless you were in Dragon Ball or Yu Yu Hakusho. AH! I was in Dragon Ball! Dr. Gero was going to turn me into a metal plate just like Trunks! I didn't want to be a robot freak!

The light pole groaned. "You aren't going to be a robot!"

I was going to be a spork after all! Wait! If I was a spork, I could get rid of the two middle pointy things and be Batspork, defender of Foodville! I started laughing again at the thought of all the good I could do as a spork. I would be a good spork… or sport… No. Spork.

"Just go to bed and sleep this off!"

So that is how I would become a spork, I thought. I would sleep and become Spork-woman! I started to get into bed when I noticed the light. I started laughing again. The light pole should know that people only slept during the night-time and the sun was still shinning. Right above my head was the sun making the room all bright and happy.

The sun went out! Someone killed the sun! I started crying again. Now no one would be happy again! We were all doomed to be like Mr. Sad Face! Forever sad in the dark while ghosts and monsters came out of our closets and raided our kitchens. I looked at the door. Well they would never raid my fridge! I locked the door. Take that evil fridge robbing ghosts! But the sun was still dead! Spork-woman would have to avenge it!

Suddenly the idea of sleep seemed like a good one. But I couldn't sleep in my clothes. My Spork-woman clothes wouldn't fit properly after my awesome transformation. Besides sleeping in your working clothes was a no-no. So I took off my clothes. Now I could sleep and become Spork-Woman! … After singing myself a few lullabies from various sources. Caramelldansen was my favourite so I sang that extra loud!

My alarm and a major headache woke me up at 8:00 am, which was too early on a Saturday morning regardless of what was on TV. With barely a thought to my clothes, I wrapped myself in a blanket. It wasn't as if anyone was going to see me. However, I wasn't even thinking about that. The only thing on my mind was having a nice glass of water and going back to bed to sleep off my headache. It was almost as if I had been hit by a truck. The fact that I had the most messed up dream in my life so far didn't help. This was coming from the girl who tried to fire bend in her dreams before going super saiyan. A truck nearly hitting me the only thing I clearly remembered. The rest was Fruit loop land. I should have hit that light pole when he went for my keys though. As I unlocked my door, I made a future note to keep my keys in my coat pocket and not in my pants' one.

I entered the main living area of my apartment. Athens, one of my cats, wrapped around my feet while demanding attention. She did her usual scream and I scratched her head. I didn't worry about where Cairo was since he was probably sleeping under the couch. Trying not to move my head too much, I reached for a glass and started to fill it in the sink.

"Do you often run around half naked with male guests in the house?"

The glass crashed in the sink. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Sitting at my kitchen table, petting Cairo was a man I had NEVER seen before. I was standing by the knives and that was probably the only reason why I didn't freak out and call the police. Well I did freak out but I wasn't close enough to the phone to call the police.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded instead. "And how did you get in here!"

He rolled his eyes reminding me a lot of Sean while cosplaying as Kaiba. The hair matched. "Your keys and I'm the reason why you aren't in jail testing positive for illegal drugs right now."

I blinked. I didn't even use Tylenol when I had a headache. How did I get drugs into my system? "What drugs?"

"Who knows. Most likely LSD. Maybe even a little Flunitrazepam." He noticed the blank look on my face and said, "Date Rape pills."

I clutched the blanket tighter around me. "What?"

He ignored me as he looked me over with his soon to be stabbed out, glasses-covered, green eyes. "You turned down the Alpha fraternity and didn't expect any trouble?"

My body was shaking as I tried to piece things together. Okay. I had been drugged and had a weird dream. Unless it wasn't a dream but reality. A reality when I had nearly died and was brought back to my apartment by the guy in front of me who had taken my keys before passing out. Oh hell. What had happened while I had been passed out! I had locked my door but that didn't mean that I didn't unlock it later!

The man turned to look out the window. "Although drugging your drink before pushing you into oncoming traffic does seem a bit extreme even for the Alphas."

I didn't care about anything he was thinking about so I interrupted, "Did anything happen!"

He blinked at me as if he didn't understand the question. "A cop asked a few questions but I dragged you back here before you could get yourself into trouble."

I realized how stupid I was. If anything I would regret forever had happened, he wouldn't tell me.

However, he did continue talking, "You also sang some ridiculous song in Swedish ten times before passing out." He shrugged. "At least I assume that was what you were going since you were snoring and you had locked the door so no one could help you if you drowned in your own vomit."

I winced at the image. I still didn't have an answer but—

"And if you are worried, you aren't my type. I prefer actual woman."

If he didn't already remind me of Kaiba—Sean, he did then. However, at least I knew nothing had happened. However he was still in my apartment and I was still in a blanket and underwear. "Well thanks for the help. I guess you'll be going?"

He shook his head causing his brown hair to sway side to side. "The others will be here soon."

I paled. "Others?"

The man started to open his mouth when the front door to my apartment burst open causing my cats to run for cover.

"Sean! Is she alive? Is she okay? Is she awake?" shouted a blonde, gray eyed man who was followed by an upperclassman who I recognized. His blue eyes were apologetic under his brown hair as he looked at Martin who was spazzing.

The final members of Anime Addicts had arrived.

A/N- This was my favourite chapter of this story. Can you tell? Also, I was not on drugs when I wrote this and I have never taken drugs so I have no idea what the world looks like when you take them. This is just my guess. And damn this was fun to write. At least the part where she was all drugged up. Thanks for reading!

-D101