Rural Hokkaido,
Japan…
Akari ran at a breakneck speed. "Please, let today be the day!"
she thought to herself. Her one-person
race might've continued if she hadn't run right smack into--
"Hey, heeeey little missy! Where ya think yer goin' in such a
hurry?"
Akari looked up and realized she had
ran right into the mailman. "Oh,
I'm so sorry, sir!" she quickly exclaimed, bowing apologetically. "I was running to the mailbox to see if
my acceptance letter to the Antarctica Training School came today!" Akari was so excited, she couldn't sit
still, and started running in place.
"Well, issa good thing ya ran
inta me, eh?" he said, gesturing at the mailbox right next to him. "Ya would've zoomed right past it at
tha rate ya were goin'." He
chuckled to himself.
Akari almost banged her head against
that mailbox for her own stupidity. She
could be such a ditz sometimes!
However, there were more important matters to attend to! "Sooooo, do you have our mail for today?"
she asked.
"Oh yeah!" said the mailman,
rummaging through his tote bag.
"It's somewhere in 'ere..."
Rustle rustle...
Akari picked up the pace with her
running. the suspense was killing her!
Rustle, CRUNCH! Rustle!
"Here's that...--"
Akari screeched with joy and snatched
the envelope out of the mailman's hands.
She ripped it open and began reading:
"YOU
TOO CAN BE A MILLIONAIRE!*
*Only
if you subscribe to the following publications: "Lina's Tips for Anger
Management," "Ruri's Guide to De-Bakafication," "l33t
w33k1y," "Oh no! Not another crappy videogame magazine Monthly,"
"Japanese for Bakas," "blah," "blah," and of
course, "blah." lalalalalala, sing a happy song... And now, words to live by: Shadowbane will
0wn j00. Fear the chickens, for in
their silence, they plot. Paraplegic
aardvarks don't drive bulldozers. PS2 is the sux0rs. Do not be afraid of the flourescent orange bunny rabbits, for
they are only here to bring funk to our world.
All your base are belong to us!"
"This isn't my acceptance
letter!" Akari exclaimed.
"Yer right, it's MY Flubisher's
Stinkyhouse sweepstakes letter," replied the mailman, with a rather large
sweatdrop rolling down the side of his head.
"I believe THIS is whatcher lookin' fer, little lady." He exchanged the envelope he was holding for
Akari's sweepstakes letter.
Akari tore into this envelope even
faster than the first one. Her eyes
quickly moved across the paper. It was
easy to guess what it said, from her reaction.
"OMIGODOMIGODIACTUALLYMADEITICANTBELIEVEITTHATIACTUALLYMADEITWOWTHISISAMAZING!"
"What's really amazing is how she
managed to say all that in one breath," the mailman thought to himself,
watching Akari hug everything in sight.
REOWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
"Ouch, that poor cat. I'd better get out of here before I'm
next," the mailman decided. He
then hopped onto his bike and pedalled as fast as his legs could take him.
Akari, exhausted from all the exertion
and excitement, flopped down onto the grass, and stared at the beautiful indigo
blue sky dotted with white puffs of cloud.
Softly, she whispered, "I made it, mother, I made it."
----
Tokyo, Japan..
Heero sat on the couch in his
apartment, going through the TV channels with his remote. "What a waste of time. Why would anyone want to watch these
programs? They're pointless," he
thought.
Glancing out the window again, he
realized it was still raining. It made
no difference to Heero whether it was raining or not. He would play sports, no matter the weather. However, to his competitors, it sure made a
difference. "Tommorow!" some
would say. Or, "How about next
week?" Then he would have to wait,
wait for that cursed storm to be over, wait for his competitor to come. Competition. That is what made Heero Yuy tick.
Playing a sport, vying for superiority
among others, nothing could beat that feeling.
When your heart races, and your mind clears completely except for one
thought: "I will win."
Competition. Training school. "Ah,"
thought Heero, "the Antarctica Training
School acceptance letters were sent out the other day." He grabbed his jacket and stepped out of his
apartment, walking, no, running down
the twisted hallways and stairways.
Heero was not running because he was excited, though. He was running to compete. "Compete with who, his shadow?" you ask.
No, he was competing with the
hundreds other people who were running to the exact same place he was. All the people who were running, thoughts of
doubt clashing with high hopes in their minds.
Except Heero, like always, had only one thought in his mind, "I will
win."
Faster than you could blink, Heero was
at his destination, the post office. He
casually strode inside, took out his keys, and unlocked his P.O. Box. Inside, sat a single letter. He already knew what it was, but took it
out, and opened it anyway. Heero Yuy's
face showed no change in emotion as he read the letter. As long as he could compete, it didn't
matter…
To be continued in Chapter
1.
Soooo! What didja guys think? I know it's probably kind of confusing if
you haven't seen Battle Athletes Victory, but next chapter, I plan to answer
all your questions about the universe this fic is set in, so I kinda need your
help. If you have any specific
questions you can think of, send them to me at my email address and I'll
attempt to answer them in the next chapter. Thanks!
