Fruits Basket Insaneness.
I have a really bad habit of starting stories, then starting another story and keeping that one, and then finally getting around to updating the other story…It's a vicious cycle. So I'm going to have to end one of my fics eventually. AHH! I can't end any of my fics…that's not fair. They're all awesome.
Sigh. Well, here's the short-awaited chappie.
We have over 65 reviews! Sixty-freakin-five! I'm overjoyed! I've never gotten this many reviews before! Take that, random enemies! MUAHAH!
Note: all references to random pop culture aren't mine. Neither is Furuba. Oh, the sadness…
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Yuki: Sigh.
Tohru: What's wrong, Yuki?
Yuki: Nothing. Sigh.
Tohru: Something is wrong. What is it?!?!
Yuki: Sigh.
Kyo: (singing) I like milk, I always will…whole or 2, I love it still, I like milk, I always will, I …like…milk.
Hatori: Influenza.
Momiji: I love fish.
Kisa: Buuubles.
Hiro: What? Well, at least you've stopped saying-
Kisa: KYORU! KYORU! KYORU! KYORU!
Hiro: GAAAHHH!!!
Ayame: Why is there a band called Radiohead?
Hatori: I don't know, maybe the name TVhead or Showerhead was already taken.
Ayame: …perhaps.
Akito: Cheesypoof.
Kureno: Applesauce.
Akito: I'm going to go emo.
Kureno: Well, I don't care anyway. Go ahead, I guess. I'm going to go drown in my angst.
Akito: You do that. See ya later.
Kureno: Angst.
Ayame: Angst indeed, my poor bewildered cousin! Let us go share our collective angst with the divine Yuki. I, who am number one in affection for all things Sohma, must go and present you to my joyful, rejoicing younger brother!
Yuki: You know, I'm not joyful or rejoicing.
Ayame: Oh. That kills my plan.
Shigure: High-school girls…high-school girls…all for me, high-school girls!
Uo: No.
Shigure: What?
Uo: No way.
Shigure: Okay?!
Uo: Stupid… (walks off)
Shigure: (perplexified)
Kyo: What the hell does perplexified mean? Shigure can't be perplexified. And what happened to him being Shiggy?
Shiggy: I was joking. I really am Shiggy.
Kyo: Right.
Aaya: It's the baka neko!
Kyo: ROWR!
Yuki: For once, I agree with you, Nii-san.
Haru: Rin!! I love you…
Rin: Love you too, Haru. (hug)
Momiji: You guys are such cutesy goobers. You're just sickeningly cute.
Kyo: RE/VT!
RENT fangirls: You can't abuse RENT's good name, n00b. Now go away.
Kyo: Wha-? I'm not a n00b!
Fangirls: (sigh) Whatever. Just don't say that again.
Kyo: Fine. (to himself) Noobs…
Lillian: (hitting Kyo with a rolled-up newspaper) IT'S SPELLED N00B!!!! N00B!!!!
Kyo: Okay! Okay!!!
Kazuma: Kyo.
Kyo: Shishou! (hug)
Kazuma: Kyo, I have something to tell you, that I've kept hidden for years.
Kyo: Gaspeth!
Kazuma: Kyo…I am your…FATHER!
(silence)
Kyo: That was incredibly stupid.
Yuki: Your face is incredibly stupid!
Momiji: Your mom's incredibly stupid!
Yuki: I concur.
Aaya: How dare you say that about our mother?! She may be evil, vain, and conceited beyond belief, but she is still the one that brought us into the world! We must give her a reasonable amount of respect!
Yuki: She's an idiot.
Kakeru: I like fries.
Machi: (sighs) What did I do in my past lives to deserve a half-brother like you?
Kakeru: Hm, I don't know. Perhaps you killed a white buffalo.
Machi: WHERE THE HELL DO YOU GET THESE REASONS?!?!
Hatori: Let's do the Ketchup Dance.
Momiji: KK!
Both: (sing) Ketchup, ketchup, ketchup, tomato! Some spell it c-a-t-s-u-p, some spell it k-e-t-c-h-u-p, and some spell it t-o-m-a-t-o!!!
Haru: You know, that didn't rhyme whatsoever.
Hatori: That is the beauty of the Ketchup Dance.
Haru: (cough) RETARDED (cough)
Hatori: (cough) NO IT'S NOT (cough)
Haru: (cough) YOU'RE AN IDIOT (cough)
Hatori: (cough) YOUR MOM (cough)
Haru: (cough) YOUR FACE (cough)
Hatori: (cough) YOUR MOM'S FACE (cough)
Haru: (cough) DON'T GO THERE (cough)
Hatori: (cough) I WENT THERE (cough)
Akito: Epaulettes!!!!
(silence)
Momiji: It's a bird, it's a plane, it's…
Random people: Pampada pampada paaaaaaa…
Momiji: YOUR MOM!
(more silence)
Shiggy: Que sera sera, Satchan?
Kisa: YUKIRU! YUKIRU! YUKI…Man! That's really exhausting…lemme catch my breath…
Hiro: Yay! You're actually speaking real words! Instead of that…
Kisa: KYOURU! KYORU! KYORU!
Hiro: DAMN IT ALL!!!
Shiggy: Ah, feel the love.
Haru: My throat's sore from all that coughing. Really…what did we do to deserve that?
Shiggy: Um…?
Rin: Oh, dearest Haru! What horrible malady has befallen your black-and-white encrusted head, with eyes like the finest jewels?
Haru: I should take you to the Renaissance fair more often.
Rin: (frets) OH DEAR! We're gonna have to KILL HATORI!!!
Hatori: Eep!
(collective gasp)
Momiji: You can't do that.
Rin: Porquoi pas?
Momiji: I've been keeping a secret…Hatori is my…HUBBY!!!
(another collective gasp)
Yuki: NO WAY!
Momiji: YES WAY!
Hatori: Momiji, don't put lies into their poor little minds. (hug)
Kyo: I'm going on the roof.
Aaya: Are you hunting bears?
Kyo: Uh, no.
Yuki: YOU SUCK!
Momiji: Lollipop!
Shiggy: Shoogie boogie.
Hatori: Boogie shoogie.
Shiggy: BE BOP-DA BOOOOM!!!
(stunned silence)
Tohru: Is everyone okay?
Hiro: It's a bird…
Ritsu: It's a plane…
Tohru: My god, it's ANGELICA!!!
Kyo: My name isn't Angelica.
Tohru: Well, I'm going to start speaking in a German accent. Beat that.
Kyo: WTF!?!
Tohru: MUAHAHA! Zees ees trulee zee right vay to spiek.
Kyo: WHAT THE HELL!
Haru: MEEEEEEKKKKOOOOO!!!!
Rin: RIIIIICCCOOOOOOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Shigure: IT'S HATORIZILLAAAA!!!
(Now, my readers, I must apologise. Hatorizilla was an inspiration from SP and FP's fic whose name I can't remember. Anyways, there was Kradzilla…and SuperDark…so if I have a Hatorizilla, I must have a super-something. I really do apologise, SP and FP! Don't kill me!!)
Random Fangirl: What's that? Up in the sky!
Greg the Hamster: It's a bird!
Buttons: It's a bagel!
Kazuma: IT'S SUPER AYAME!!!
Hatorizilla: WTF?!
Super Ayame: That's right! I fight for JUSTICE!
Hatorizilla: I don't.
Super Ayame: Hi-YAH!!! (kicks Hatorizilla in the side)
Hatorizilla: Noooo… (deflates)
(silence in honor of Hatorizilla)
Tohru: So sad.
(back to normal Furubaland)
Momiji: It's the sound of settling!
Ritsu: What's that?
Momiji: BA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! This is the sound of settling…BA-BAAAAAAA BA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Haru: That's a Death Cab for Cutie song. Shweet.
Rin: Oh, you're not into country music?
Haru: No, I'm not. And I'm fed up with being stuck in AMV's with country music in them. I can't stand the stuff.
Rin: Well, most of them think that you're the cow…therefore cowboy…therefore country music.
Kyo: Where'd Yuki go?
Yuki: (comes in) I was making out with Machi.
Machi: See ya!
Kyo: But Yuki! I thought you were mine! All these lemon fics about us!
Yuki: Don't wave those around. Where'd you get them?
Kyo: Your secret stash. Muahah.
Yuki: Damnit, Kyo!
Tohru: Hi, Yuki! Hi, Kyo! What were you guys talking about?
Kyo and Yuki: Nothing.
Shiggy: Were you talking about something…dirty?
Kyo: (thwacks Shiggy over the head repeatedly with a blunt object) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Momiji: Hey, you know when some random guy twirls a girl up in the air?
Ritsu: Yeah.
Momiji: Well, it's called…DISCOING!
Ritsu: I already knew that.
Kisa: Phew, I'm done.
Hiro: YES!
Kisa: Hiro…there's something I've always wanted to ask you…
Hiro: (to himself) Gaspeth! I hope it's something fancy!
Kisa: Will you kiss me?
Fangirls: Awwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!
Hiro: (jumping around with joy) YES! YES! YES! YES!
Kisa: Okay.
Hiro: (smooches Kisa)
Fangirls: (squealing) So cuuuuuttteeeee!!!!
Ayame: Indeed, fangirls. It's a beautiful spectacle of cuteness that deserves to be documented forever, with this camera. (takes piccy) Ah, yes. The juvenile love affair of Hiro and Kisa. Forever to be remembered. Aren't they just adorable?
Shiggy: Underwear!
(fuzzy moment ruined)
Hiro: Damn it, Shiggy! Why are you always messing up these fluffy moments?
Shiggy: Cause I'm just so gangsta like that.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for eternity, those reviewers who gave me stuff. I bow profusely.
This fic is awesome.
I probably won't end it until the last book comes out from Tokyopop (read; in a few years).
Hugs, cookies, the usual stuffs.
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