Disclaimer- *buncha Nyan-nyans bounce around* NO OWN NO OWN!!
AN—Hi everyone no da. After two vacations and much procrastination, I'm back and more tired than ever. Da… I read somewhere that it's a teenager thing to be unable to sleep, and if so I wish I could go back to being twelve. Has it only been a YEAR of this torture? In any case, this chapter was composed very late at night (early in the morning?) by a sleep-deprived and slightly delusional girl who feels decidedly ill. In other words… HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH…
Chapter 10—In which many people are glomped, attacked, fought over, and even subjected to a song.
"Is this day over yet?" Tamahome moaned, clutching his partially-but-not-quite recovered head. "I can't take much more of this…" He cautiously poked at the bandage that concealed the hole in his stomach. "Can't you heal me, Mitsukake? I'm begging you!!"
"Nope," the doctor answered succinctly, immediately launching into a spin-off of his exercise song. "Suffering is god for you, good for you, good for you, suffering is good for you 'cause it builds character! And everywhere that Band-Aids go, Band-Aids go, Band-Aids go, oh everywhere that Band-Aids go happiness will follow!"
"I do believe I'm getting a headache from all this racket," Nuriko remarked.
"Hones'ly," Tasuki grumbled, kicking spitefully at the yellow-orange flowers that Tomo had planted around the Chinese trailer. (*shrug* My German teacher had 'em.) "I ain't gonna stand fer this treat----" He was abruptly cut off by a barrage of flying erasers and high-pitched, hysterical laughter.
"Melon Kitten hit Tasuki on head!!" the girl in the doorway announced between fits of maniacal cackles. "I DO GOOD DEED FOR ALL!!!" She turned and blinked as an object strangely resembling a squeaky Tasuki plushie slammed into her back.
"K-CHAN WILL AVENGE TASUKI-SAN!!!" a disturbingly familiar voice shrieked. "GO FORTH TASUKI PLUSHIE!! SQUEAK THE EVIL CHILD T' DEATH OR DIE TRYING!!!!" It may be useful to note that all this was accomplished while the fangirl in question was trying to bandit dance with a slightly taken aback Tasuki.
"Squeak squeak squeak," squeaked the Tasuki plushie.
"HELP ME, NURIKO!!" pleaded the real Tasuki.
"BANDIT DANCE!!!" yelled the Tasuki fangirl.
"Tee hee…" snickered our resident Tasuki tormentor.
"We'll be safe in the trailer," muttered Chichiri, Nuriko and Hotohori as they slipped past the ranks of People with Tasuki in their Titles and entered their homeroom. Safe? Don't they wish…
"Why Nuriko!!" TA Maxwell grinned, positively radiating false joy. "You're here! I must say however that that outfit doesn't suit you at all! Have you ever considered options besides the Dumpster? There's quite a nice selection up. In. HEAVEN!!" She began to pummel the man for no apparent reason.
"HOTOHORI!" Nuriko screamed, joined in his cry by our good friend Hime-chan. The latter glomped the emperor with a huge smile pasted on her face. Elmer's Glue-All does wonders in these kinds of situations, you know.
This was about when two worried girls raced up to the violet-haired seishi, namely Yizashi and shadow priestess. Yizashi wasted no time in glomping Nuriko, totally ignorant of the fact that she'd just knocked TA over. This called for war!… And the trampling of the reason for all this in first place.
"SAVE ME!!" Nuriko bawled.
"Da?" Chichiri asked.
shadow priestess, currently the only free fangirl, calmly looked from the threatened tailor to the lonely monk. One was going to die in the event that nobody interfered, one just one needed some acknowledgement of his existence. She continued glancing from one to the other, one to the other, one to the other, until she felt quite dizzy.
"CHICHIRI BEFORE ALL!!!" she concluded finally, running around the trailer with unnatural speed, somehow ending up hugging the by-now chibi priest. Chichiri, for his part, just blinked up at the hyper Chinese girl.
"Oh Chichiri before all, how nice," Nuriko muttered bitterly. "What about Nuriko, but no~o… Chichiri before all…"
Ta and Yizashi considered the situation for a moment, then shrugged and trooped over to the blue-haired seishi. Hime-chan also assessed her position and figured that there was no way she was missing out on the *ahem* fun. The result was Chichiri being hit from three directions by the same number of over-eager girls.
"NO!!" shadow priestess started protesting loudly. "Chichiri's MINE ALL MINE!! MY CHICHIRI-CHAN!!!"
"I fight you for him!" Hime-chan proposed, promptly turning into the Moon Dragoon and holding up her Evil Hammer that Hits People Whether They Deserve it or Not Because I Sure as Heck Don't Care.
"Popular, are you?" Tomo commented as he passed by.
"Shaddup no da."
shadow priestess was beginning to look somewhat dangerous, as she was employing fanfiction magic to transfer her OC's formidable powers to herself. Indeed, her normally brown eyes were gaining a tinge of red as she focused on the ring she wore on a chain. "MWAHAHAHAHA!! NONE CAN DEFEAT THE FLOOD DRAGON!!!" Just for practice, she sent a tsunami chasing after Tasuki. "Excellent no da!"
Hime-chan/ the Moon Dragoon took that in, then bonked the flood dragon on the head with her Hammer With a Long Name. (I named it, not her… heh. Could you tell?) Now imagine her horror upon discovering that Yizashi and TA had taken the opportunity to glomp Chichiri.
"NOOOO!!!!!!" she and shadow priestess wailed, reverting back to their original states and chasing the evil opposing fangirls away from the very confused little SD monk. "YOU LEAVE CHICHIRI ALONE!!! NOOOOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Of course, though, shadow priestess' protectiveness was rudely interrupted by the return of K-chan, who purposefully walked over and smacked her on the head with her ever-present squeakie Tasuki plushie.
"That's fer traumatizing my Tasuki-chan!"
The not entirely startled girl followed her friend's quivering finger to where Tasuki sat sobbing in a pile of wet cement with Melon Kitten on the side giggling nonstop and pointing insanely. shadow priestess went chibi and sweatdropped.
"Oh, an'…" K-chan quite suddenly realized something. "Tasuki-chan… YOU'RE IN MY WET CEMENT!!! YOU DIMWIT!! THAT WAS FOR TAMAHOME!!" She collapsed in tears. "My poor Tasuki-chan…"
"What was for me?!?"
Much Olympic-worthy running and knocking over of delicate objects including a clamshell.
Yet, in the midst of this, despite the chaos occurring around it, the intercom began to crackle.
"This is your assistant principal Tenkou in the main office. It's time for our afternoon announcements."
Ok, that was HR, part one. What'd you think? I wanna know na no da! And there're still openings to be in the second half. School's starting soon, in maybe three or four days, so I'll be able to write a true to life set of announcements. By the way, I'm so proud that I got everyone who wanted to to glomp Chichiri! It was hard work, but worth it! Aren't you happi, Yizashi? *sudden flashback from SM of the Haruka line 'Are you happy now, Sailor Moon?'*
PS. This fic is over next chapter, but I really want to get 100 reviews sometime, so be sure to leave one na no da!!!