Hey everybody,
I felt real bad about not writing the next chapter quickly.we have had some
computer issues at the household that have finally been resolved. (sounds
dorky, doesn't it?) Anywho, I wanted to thank all of you people who
replied.. I was surprised that even one person said they liked it. So, I'm
going to keep writing and writing..yippee... now, that being said, I think
I'll go to sleep since it's 3:30AM over here in CA (I love you peoples much
that I'm giving up hours of sleep to bring you my First Rate junk of a
story...don't you feel special? )..enjoy the chapter (
~Midori
Chpt: The pink puff and the art of war
Mimi sat in the main control room tiredly clicking away on the computer system. It was 2:30 am, or at least, so it said on the commander's time settings for the computer. "of course, knowing that his sense of time is about as wrong as he is conceited, this clock has got to be off by at least 12 hours," she told herself matter-of-factly.
She clicked out of the window that showed the stats for the current air and water pressure levels for the craft, only to come face to face with a desktop of Commander Yamato. She gave a small snort of disproval, and glared at it. He had such a cheap "look at me, I'm superior!" smile..the same one she liked so much when he threw it in her direction. Giving a small sigh, she shook her head and said mockingly to the monitor, "Why commander, you look so handsome and outright charming. Is that crest whitening toothpaste I detect, that has brightened your smile to shine like the glow of a thousand suns? Can you teach me to be cheap and idiotic like you if I beg and grovel on my knees like the servant that I am?"
"Do you do that often?" an amused tone sounded from the doorway.
Mimi turned to come face to face with the quite smug Yamato, leaning against the door frame, his hands jammed in his pockets, and a smirk sprawled lazily on his face. Ignoring her shocked look, he walked towards her to lean over her shoulder to glance at the monitor. Taking one look at his picture he turned to her. Giving off a radiant "don't you love me?" look, he asked honestly, "do my teeth really look like I used Crest? That's not a good thing, you know, if news got around that I used crest, I don't know what I would do. I'm supposed to have a dazzling mint Listerine toothpaste look." Mimi stared at him for a moment a little puzzled, then gave a short laugh.
"Do you wish to know the truth, sir?" she asked politely.
"Of course I do," he wined in reply. She shot him a look, and he added a small, "please?"
She nodded approval before saying slowly. " I wouldn't know the difference in the toothpaste smile. Frankly, I don't see why you would care. We are supposed to be dealing with the war remember?"
"Of course I remember. War is an art that includes all other forms of art. I master in all arts."
She held back a laugh, muttering, "oh, that explains why you lack in common sense. Common sense obviously isn't an art.."
He ignored her again. "you know, shiny teeth are an art..."
Mimi sighed and twirled around in her pink fluffy rolly chair. It was the one pink thing allowed on the craft, not to mention the only thing to contrast against the gloomy color scheme in the room. She had gotten it awhile ago as a goodbye present from her family. The commander agreed to let her keep it saying that "if he had something ratty in the room, it would only make him look more gorgeous." She smiled to herself, thinking about that day where she had her first argument with him. Meanwhile, the commander was still rambling..
". and as an art, I suppose we should teach the crew to have a blinding smile like mine..it can disable people of sight for awhile, and you know paint is a thing of art, just like was. Maybe we should have virtual paintball, or just good old fashion paint fights with the other side....we could screw up that pink puff thing you are sitting on."
Mimi snapped to attention. "pink puff? Since when do you call my most precious item in the world just a pink puff?"
Yamato shrugged. "Ever since I wanted to, I suppose. It's only fair, after what it did to me."
She stared at the commander skeptically. "the term pink fluff isn't exactly the most threatening sounding thing on the planet. To me it seems harmless, at least it is the way you put it..or the way the term 'inanimate object' describes it..whichever."
Yamato returned her stare in a confused manner. "imamu-what?"
"inanimate. Not animated-" she began to recite.
"oh. You mean it's not a cartoon. Hey, I'm inamumut too!" he butted in childishly.
She closed her eyes, wondering how she ever ended up with him as a commander. Correcting him, she stated. "No, you are not inanimate. You move..so you're animated. When something is inanimate, it doesn't move of it's own accord, or to put it simply: it doesn't move unless you move it."
"like a tree."
"Forget it."
"you dare to say I am wrong?"
"yep." He gave her a look that brought her to look at the floor, mumbling apologies and such while he replied. "you never asked what the chair did to me."
"huh?"
"what the chair did to me. You never asked."
Mimi shrugged playfully. " I'm too scared to even ask."
He ignored her comment for the third time and said, "it made me hungry."
Mimi choked out a small laugh, repeating him, unbelieving of his comment. "It made you hungry?"
He nodded happily like a little boy, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. Seeing her look, he explained. "it looks like one of the hostess snacks..you know, the pink snoball ones. I got so hungry by looking at it. It was teasing me because there were no snoballs on the ship, and as a kid, snoballs were always my favorite.."
"you're kidding right?"
of course not?"
She sighed and turned back around in her chair to check the stats of the ship again, yawning and said, "I've never heard of these snowballs, or snoballs or however you're supposed to say it."
His eyes widened like a little boy in a candy store. "you've never heard of them? Really?"
She nodded, a little scared by his craved look. "careful not to drool on my chair, sonny."
"Well, they're really good and fluffy, and you know what, if you put 3 on top of each other, they look like a snowmen.speaking of which, I wonder if snowman building is an art. If it was, it could be an art like war, and we could have snowmen catapulted out onto the doomed soldiers of our enemies.I wonder why those snacks were called snoballs."
"Maybe because they looked like snowballs."
"but they are pink...snowballs aren't pink unless.." He was cut off by her saying,
"whoa, there. I don't think I even want to know what you were going to say that time."
He looked at her, hurt, sounding like he was about to cry he stammered, "b- but, I w-was only going t-to say that sn-snoballs could b-be pink if we p- put pink le-lemonade on i-it."
She closed her eyes again giving out a long irritated sigh. "could it hurt you to be the annoying and less idiotic commander that you are during the day?"
"I am sugar high from what I put in my coffee."
"That can't be too much."
"I drank 37 cups."
"Oh..so how much sugar?"
"about 3.8 pounds."
"damn...I suppose it was a 'would you like some coffee with that sugar?' situation?"
"pretty much."
"I see."
Suddenly a crackle on the radio interrupted the conversation. Clearing the signal a bit, Mimi found the source, and the message:
"Hey pinky, this is Koushiro. Do you read me? I repeat, do you read me?"
The commander looked at Mimi. "Pinky?"
"he also has something against the 'pink puff'." She answered, in a matter of exaggeration.
"doesn't everybody?"
"you just might right.."
"when am I not?"
"there isn't enough time in the human races life spans combined to answer that one."
"thanks a lot kid."
Mimi smile picking up a microphone and saying cheerily, "No problem sir...Koushiro, this is Pinky. I read you loud and clear.."
Chpt: The pink puff and the art of war
Mimi sat in the main control room tiredly clicking away on the computer system. It was 2:30 am, or at least, so it said on the commander's time settings for the computer. "of course, knowing that his sense of time is about as wrong as he is conceited, this clock has got to be off by at least 12 hours," she told herself matter-of-factly.
She clicked out of the window that showed the stats for the current air and water pressure levels for the craft, only to come face to face with a desktop of Commander Yamato. She gave a small snort of disproval, and glared at it. He had such a cheap "look at me, I'm superior!" smile..the same one she liked so much when he threw it in her direction. Giving a small sigh, she shook her head and said mockingly to the monitor, "Why commander, you look so handsome and outright charming. Is that crest whitening toothpaste I detect, that has brightened your smile to shine like the glow of a thousand suns? Can you teach me to be cheap and idiotic like you if I beg and grovel on my knees like the servant that I am?"
"Do you do that often?" an amused tone sounded from the doorway.
Mimi turned to come face to face with the quite smug Yamato, leaning against the door frame, his hands jammed in his pockets, and a smirk sprawled lazily on his face. Ignoring her shocked look, he walked towards her to lean over her shoulder to glance at the monitor. Taking one look at his picture he turned to her. Giving off a radiant "don't you love me?" look, he asked honestly, "do my teeth really look like I used Crest? That's not a good thing, you know, if news got around that I used crest, I don't know what I would do. I'm supposed to have a dazzling mint Listerine toothpaste look." Mimi stared at him for a moment a little puzzled, then gave a short laugh.
"Do you wish to know the truth, sir?" she asked politely.
"Of course I do," he wined in reply. She shot him a look, and he added a small, "please?"
She nodded approval before saying slowly. " I wouldn't know the difference in the toothpaste smile. Frankly, I don't see why you would care. We are supposed to be dealing with the war remember?"
"Of course I remember. War is an art that includes all other forms of art. I master in all arts."
She held back a laugh, muttering, "oh, that explains why you lack in common sense. Common sense obviously isn't an art.."
He ignored her again. "you know, shiny teeth are an art..."
Mimi sighed and twirled around in her pink fluffy rolly chair. It was the one pink thing allowed on the craft, not to mention the only thing to contrast against the gloomy color scheme in the room. She had gotten it awhile ago as a goodbye present from her family. The commander agreed to let her keep it saying that "if he had something ratty in the room, it would only make him look more gorgeous." She smiled to herself, thinking about that day where she had her first argument with him. Meanwhile, the commander was still rambling..
". and as an art, I suppose we should teach the crew to have a blinding smile like mine..it can disable people of sight for awhile, and you know paint is a thing of art, just like was. Maybe we should have virtual paintball, or just good old fashion paint fights with the other side....we could screw up that pink puff thing you are sitting on."
Mimi snapped to attention. "pink puff? Since when do you call my most precious item in the world just a pink puff?"
Yamato shrugged. "Ever since I wanted to, I suppose. It's only fair, after what it did to me."
She stared at the commander skeptically. "the term pink fluff isn't exactly the most threatening sounding thing on the planet. To me it seems harmless, at least it is the way you put it..or the way the term 'inanimate object' describes it..whichever."
Yamato returned her stare in a confused manner. "imamu-what?"
"inanimate. Not animated-" she began to recite.
"oh. You mean it's not a cartoon. Hey, I'm inamumut too!" he butted in childishly.
She closed her eyes, wondering how she ever ended up with him as a commander. Correcting him, she stated. "No, you are not inanimate. You move..so you're animated. When something is inanimate, it doesn't move of it's own accord, or to put it simply: it doesn't move unless you move it."
"like a tree."
"Forget it."
"you dare to say I am wrong?"
"yep." He gave her a look that brought her to look at the floor, mumbling apologies and such while he replied. "you never asked what the chair did to me."
"huh?"
"what the chair did to me. You never asked."
Mimi shrugged playfully. " I'm too scared to even ask."
He ignored her comment for the third time and said, "it made me hungry."
Mimi choked out a small laugh, repeating him, unbelieving of his comment. "It made you hungry?"
He nodded happily like a little boy, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. Seeing her look, he explained. "it looks like one of the hostess snacks..you know, the pink snoball ones. I got so hungry by looking at it. It was teasing me because there were no snoballs on the ship, and as a kid, snoballs were always my favorite.."
"you're kidding right?"
of course not?"
She sighed and turned back around in her chair to check the stats of the ship again, yawning and said, "I've never heard of these snowballs, or snoballs or however you're supposed to say it."
His eyes widened like a little boy in a candy store. "you've never heard of them? Really?"
She nodded, a little scared by his craved look. "careful not to drool on my chair, sonny."
"Well, they're really good and fluffy, and you know what, if you put 3 on top of each other, they look like a snowmen.speaking of which, I wonder if snowman building is an art. If it was, it could be an art like war, and we could have snowmen catapulted out onto the doomed soldiers of our enemies.I wonder why those snacks were called snoballs."
"Maybe because they looked like snowballs."
"but they are pink...snowballs aren't pink unless.." He was cut off by her saying,
"whoa, there. I don't think I even want to know what you were going to say that time."
He looked at her, hurt, sounding like he was about to cry he stammered, "b- but, I w-was only going t-to say that sn-snoballs could b-be pink if we p- put pink le-lemonade on i-it."
She closed her eyes again giving out a long irritated sigh. "could it hurt you to be the annoying and less idiotic commander that you are during the day?"
"I am sugar high from what I put in my coffee."
"That can't be too much."
"I drank 37 cups."
"Oh..so how much sugar?"
"about 3.8 pounds."
"damn...I suppose it was a 'would you like some coffee with that sugar?' situation?"
"pretty much."
"I see."
Suddenly a crackle on the radio interrupted the conversation. Clearing the signal a bit, Mimi found the source, and the message:
"Hey pinky, this is Koushiro. Do you read me? I repeat, do you read me?"
The commander looked at Mimi. "Pinky?"
"he also has something against the 'pink puff'." She answered, in a matter of exaggeration.
"doesn't everybody?"
"you just might right.."
"when am I not?"
"there isn't enough time in the human races life spans combined to answer that one."
"thanks a lot kid."
Mimi smile picking up a microphone and saying cheerily, "No problem sir...Koushiro, this is Pinky. I read you loud and clear.."
