This short omake is just for fun. For your entertainment I shall insert myself into the story. If you do not wish to feel like you've been trolled—just don't read. Besides, I'm getting pretty burned out. This was stress relief. I recommend ignoring this if you want to keep your sanity, as I believe I have already lost mine. After this I'll resume where I left off.

Omake 1: "Answer all your questions? Sure…but, the fourth wall needs rebuilding!"

I sat down at my computer and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully no one was. That was when I typed in my super-secret URL and typed in the username and password. It was done within thirty seconds—a new personal best.

A few more keystrokes and I was in. My finger pressed enter, and this world faded away.

welcome, to the future

When I came to, there was a crowd of people surrounding me. My eyes fluttered open and I heard someone sigh in relief. Unfortunately that person was Amber.

"You had us worried!" said Garrett before she could chew me out. I saw her shoot him a look of venom before helping me to my feet.

"Who is this?" Hideki said. He was looking at me and glancing at Garrett and Amber repeatedly.

"Oh, this is Webidolchiu94," said Amber, "she's the author."

"I must be dreaming," said Hideki, slapping his cheeks. First they told him about magic and hinted that they're in a manga. Now he was meeting the author. This was just too much for him.

"Just call me 'Chiu'," I muttered. For whatever reason my brain decided to notice what I was wearing—it was definitely not my oversized T-shirt and the teddy bear that I had been holding in my lap. No, I was in an all-black gown with an overabundance of ruffles that flopped practically everywhere. I frowned. This was not what I had expected. For one, it was too low-cut for my tastes, but whatever. At least no one I knew personally could see me.

"So, Chiu-san," said Hideki, "could you please tell me you're not responsible for all of this?" He gestured behind him, and I giggled in response to his distress.

"Oh, Hideki-kun, of course I am," I said immediately.

What he meant by "this" was that he, Chii and the gang were on the set of a talk show. A talk show I was going to be hosting of course. Above the stage

"Don't worry," I told him, "you won't remember any of this interview by the time the next chapter is released."

I raise my hand and a large black sun hat materialized within my palm. Thank you, Author Powers.

I placed it on my head and turned to the characters.

"Magic?" yelled all of the teenagers surrounding me.

"No, no," I corrected them. "I'm God over your world, remember?"

They all stared blankly into space as if trying to comprehend this very troublesome revelation. But then I waved my left arm and just like Q from Star Trek, reality warped around us according to my will. The power…it was intoxicating.

I chuckled under my breath. We all were at our stations at the aforementioned talk show stage. Chi and Hidek were sitting side by side on the large L-shaped red couch, as were Garrett and Amber. As for me, I was at my desk, facing the crew. Everyone was trying to get acclimated to the new environment, it seemed. No matter, the show had to go on.

The spotlights flickered on, and suddenly, we had an audience before us. Smooth jazz began to play as an interlude to the event, and I cleared my throat.

"Hello World!" I waved to the camera from my seat. "Welcome to Chiutan Yuujin-chou! Here we have the cast of the ever-popular story 'Eternal Flowers'"

The four of them looked at me as if I had grown seven heads.

"Say hello to your fans, everyone."

They waved towards the camera/audience rather feebly. However, this did not stifle the joy it brought the spectators.

"RAAAAAAAWRS!" The crowd went wild.

"So, shall be get to business?" From below my desk I took out various supplies. Mortar, several mason's trowels, a few stray bricks… well, I think everyone knows where I'm going with this.

"What are you doing?" yelled the producer. He stood up from his chair and shook his fist at me. The camera zeroed in on him. "You're supposed to be answering all the questions we got from the fans!"

"Answer all your questions?" I stared at the camera myself for a bit. I'm sure all the veiwers were quite spooked by my 'obsessive fangirl' look, but there was no time to be scared. This was a time for work. "Sure…but the fourth wall need rebuilding!"

Behind me, the four characters exchanged worried looks.

And for good reason, too. The fourth wall had to be rebuilt. It just had to be. If it wasn't, then the audience would be in danger.

Oh, from what? Why, from all the hell that was about to break loose, darlings.

END OF OMAKE ONE