A/N: Hello, folks. Another unorthodox chapter, so forgive the shortness. Hee. Yes, the Sanbutsushin are news anchors. Woo!
Notes to reviewers at the end ^.^
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"Good evening and welcome to the nightly news." The anchors have no need of introducing themselves, but speak blankly into the camera, talking heads blaring from a flashing box.
"In local news tonight, a man is being accused of assaulting two boys after having stalked them for some time. The defendant, thirty-five year old Taishi Homura, has no had any prior criminal activity but has been cited as 'unstable.'" Thirty-five year old Taishi Homura stares out of the glare, patchwork eyes blurred at the edges in court artist rendering. The close-up of the defendant is switched for the backs of three heads, one brilliant blonde and two brunettes. Unseen, the anchor's voice drones on. "The prosecuting party has asked to remain anonymous and will not release any statements to the press."
"I don't blame them." The anchors' faces return. The drowse-eyed woman says this with soft concern on her face. The bearer of the news nods solemnly, his gray brow furrowing over his eyes. The drowse-eyed woman, in a manner characteristic of those trying to hold an attention-deficit audience, changes the subject. "In other news, local police departments are baffled by the unusual behavior of gangs in the area. Vandalism and property damage has virtually vanished, and there have been no reports of shootings or feuds for nearly a month. Also, gang leaders have come together, concentrating their people in one area, and there have yet to be any major brawls. The cause for this is as of yet unknown."
"And now we have a traffic report."
The screen flickers, green lines snaking down a tan background, flaring aching red in some places where they meet. The face of a handsome woman appears in the lower corner of the screen. "Traffic is moving well tonight, except at the junction of the forty-five and the six. There have been two crashes and the highway patrol is in the process of cleanup, so a couple of lanes are closed. Also, getting into the downtown area is going to be an ordeal tonight as The Emerson Band is playing at Java Joe's. The sold-out show has taken parking for five city blocks, and when the show lets out the jam will get worse."
The face disappears, and the green snakes recede. Another face takes her place, the familiar and elegant man with a heavy brow and well-groomed gray hair. "Thank you. We'll have more stories after the break."
Bright, frightening, perpetual smiles. Teeth whitening paste. When your mouth shines, the world loves you. Smile, beautiful, but only if you're beautiful.
Smoky, blue eyes. Mascara. Bat your lashes and he'll love you. But only if you use this brand and avoid gluing your eyes closed when you wink.
Yes, yes, yes! Shampoo. It's so good, it's better than loving. What else could anybody ever need?
A familiar logo, familiar faces. From a handsome mouth comes a worn greeting. "Welcome back to the nightly news. This morning the body of a woman was found in an alley downtown. Police speculate her car broke down sometime last night, and she tried to fix it herself. An autopsy has yet to be scheduled, but inspection of the body shows signs of strangulation, beating, and brutal rape. The car was unregistered, but an inspection of it uncovered her wallet, left untouched, and several testaments to her identification. The police are searching for suspects in the rape and murder of one Cho Kanan. If any of our viewers have any information on the persons involved, you are encouraged to notify police immediately." A number flashes in bright symbols on the screen, the only cut from the anchor's face since he began his monologue.
...Click...
Darkness, and a strangled scream.
***
Notes: Ha, you hate me for -that- one, don't you?
Everybody who read "Garlic" - I'm glad you enjoyed it ^.^ I had a lot of fun writing it, and may do a few other E&A-type one-shots should the mood strike.
Keistje - Dirty you are not, for I meant it that way ^.^ And yeah, I realized that my powers of description are sort of lacking when it comes to names. I really enjoyed writing chapter 9 because it was so different. I really got to think differently. I'm glad it didn't tire anybody out.
Ethereal-tenshi - You didn't sound harsh at all. No worries ^.^ The descriptions are of Gojyo's apartment and Sanzo's bedroom. The conversations are between Gonou+Kanan and Kougaiji+Doku. Sorry if it was confusing. RL = Real Life. Lol Reload isn't a long enough word to be acronym-ized!
Gallatica - Thanks for kicking me ^.^ I wrote the garlic scene, as I know you've read. Hope I lived up to your imagination.
345 - Kougaiji might get his own sequel. What do you think? I'm ending E&A on the next chapter, but there's room...
Merf - see above ^.- I'm lazy. I haven't even really decided what it is Kougaiji would do. *ponders* Oh, and I'm glad I filled the 39 quota - too often it's unbearably fluffy (Like "I love you forever, Goku!!" coming out of Sanzo's mouth is -so- plausible...) so most days I go unfulfilled...^.^
Fatalis - Plot? What plot? Lol there really wasn't one from the start...I just bang things out as they go. And, well, in the -first- chapter I just said that I was *deciding* on pairings. Heh. I decided later on. 58 and 39, hoo-ray!
Bakasaru Boi - *imagines you glomping her fic* Now -that- is a mental image. *fic squees happily* Yes, cliffhangers are evil. But as you can see, I'm rather attached to them. Heeh.
Notes to reviewers at the end ^.^
***
"Good evening and welcome to the nightly news." The anchors have no need of introducing themselves, but speak blankly into the camera, talking heads blaring from a flashing box.
"In local news tonight, a man is being accused of assaulting two boys after having stalked them for some time. The defendant, thirty-five year old Taishi Homura, has no had any prior criminal activity but has been cited as 'unstable.'" Thirty-five year old Taishi Homura stares out of the glare, patchwork eyes blurred at the edges in court artist rendering. The close-up of the defendant is switched for the backs of three heads, one brilliant blonde and two brunettes. Unseen, the anchor's voice drones on. "The prosecuting party has asked to remain anonymous and will not release any statements to the press."
"I don't blame them." The anchors' faces return. The drowse-eyed woman says this with soft concern on her face. The bearer of the news nods solemnly, his gray brow furrowing over his eyes. The drowse-eyed woman, in a manner characteristic of those trying to hold an attention-deficit audience, changes the subject. "In other news, local police departments are baffled by the unusual behavior of gangs in the area. Vandalism and property damage has virtually vanished, and there have been no reports of shootings or feuds for nearly a month. Also, gang leaders have come together, concentrating their people in one area, and there have yet to be any major brawls. The cause for this is as of yet unknown."
"And now we have a traffic report."
The screen flickers, green lines snaking down a tan background, flaring aching red in some places where they meet. The face of a handsome woman appears in the lower corner of the screen. "Traffic is moving well tonight, except at the junction of the forty-five and the six. There have been two crashes and the highway patrol is in the process of cleanup, so a couple of lanes are closed. Also, getting into the downtown area is going to be an ordeal tonight as The Emerson Band is playing at Java Joe's. The sold-out show has taken parking for five city blocks, and when the show lets out the jam will get worse."
The face disappears, and the green snakes recede. Another face takes her place, the familiar and elegant man with a heavy brow and well-groomed gray hair. "Thank you. We'll have more stories after the break."
Bright, frightening, perpetual smiles. Teeth whitening paste. When your mouth shines, the world loves you. Smile, beautiful, but only if you're beautiful.
Smoky, blue eyes. Mascara. Bat your lashes and he'll love you. But only if you use this brand and avoid gluing your eyes closed when you wink.
Yes, yes, yes! Shampoo. It's so good, it's better than loving. What else could anybody ever need?
A familiar logo, familiar faces. From a handsome mouth comes a worn greeting. "Welcome back to the nightly news. This morning the body of a woman was found in an alley downtown. Police speculate her car broke down sometime last night, and she tried to fix it herself. An autopsy has yet to be scheduled, but inspection of the body shows signs of strangulation, beating, and brutal rape. The car was unregistered, but an inspection of it uncovered her wallet, left untouched, and several testaments to her identification. The police are searching for suspects in the rape and murder of one Cho Kanan. If any of our viewers have any information on the persons involved, you are encouraged to notify police immediately." A number flashes in bright symbols on the screen, the only cut from the anchor's face since he began his monologue.
...Click...
Darkness, and a strangled scream.
***
Notes: Ha, you hate me for -that- one, don't you?
Everybody who read "Garlic" - I'm glad you enjoyed it ^.^ I had a lot of fun writing it, and may do a few other E&A-type one-shots should the mood strike.
Keistje - Dirty you are not, for I meant it that way ^.^ And yeah, I realized that my powers of description are sort of lacking when it comes to names. I really enjoyed writing chapter 9 because it was so different. I really got to think differently. I'm glad it didn't tire anybody out.
Ethereal-tenshi - You didn't sound harsh at all. No worries ^.^ The descriptions are of Gojyo's apartment and Sanzo's bedroom. The conversations are between Gonou+Kanan and Kougaiji+Doku. Sorry if it was confusing. RL = Real Life. Lol Reload isn't a long enough word to be acronym-ized!
Gallatica - Thanks for kicking me ^.^ I wrote the garlic scene, as I know you've read. Hope I lived up to your imagination.
345 - Kougaiji might get his own sequel. What do you think? I'm ending E&A on the next chapter, but there's room...
Merf - see above ^.- I'm lazy. I haven't even really decided what it is Kougaiji would do. *ponders* Oh, and I'm glad I filled the 39 quota - too often it's unbearably fluffy (Like "I love you forever, Goku!!" coming out of Sanzo's mouth is -so- plausible...) so most days I go unfulfilled...^.^
Fatalis - Plot? What plot? Lol there really wasn't one from the start...I just bang things out as they go. And, well, in the -first- chapter I just said that I was *deciding* on pairings. Heh. I decided later on. 58 and 39, hoo-ray!
Bakasaru Boi - *imagines you glomping her fic* Now -that- is a mental image. *fic squees happily* Yes, cliffhangers are evil. But as you can see, I'm rather attached to them. Heeh.