Fangirls Anonymous Chapter One- The Idea
I dun't own any of the anime mentioned, nor do I own any of the bishies. (damn. e.e) So please don't sue me...I wanna keep my $5-a-year allowance, thank you.
I'm writing this because, A: I want to, B: I can, and C: I need ta take a break from writing chapter 3 of FotD. Oh, anyways, enjoy, and be sure to check out the bottom notes when you're done. This chapter is kinda..fast paced.
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Our story begins in a leetle town called Santee. Okay, so our story actually begins in The Author's house, but you don't care, now do you? Well, there was a lot of typing going on in the said house.
"Y'know, I've always wondered why they call this place Middle Earth. I mean, is there a Left Earth and Right Earth too?"
A blink. Then a sigh. Then the clicking of a backspace button. And the sound of someone's head banging on a keyboard. Apparently, The Author was having a rather nasty case of writer's block. Then, for no reason at all, Jaws music started playing. Which prolly meant something was sneaking up on someone.
WHAP!
"Ow!" The Author yelped, rubbing her head. Then, "Hey..was that just an idea that whapped me across the head?!"
We're not even going to bother wondering how an idea can whap someone across the head, but that isn't the point.
"Hey...I have an idea!"
Well, duh.
The Author then let out an incredibly cheesy cackle. "Muwahaha."
And then, just to add to the cheesy horror film feel of this moment, a bolt of lightning crashed across the sky, lighting up the room, and giving us an equally cheesy view of The Author, who was now all anime-style-ish. Thus begins the real story.
******
"So you've created a what?" Christina asked, yawning. She'd just been woken up and taken to some..place. And, right now, she wasn't exactly in the mood to listen to anyone.
"A world where fangirls can stalk their favourite bishounen. And you two are going to help me run it."
"Oh. Cool."
"Erm, Stereotypical-mysterious-anime-character-lady?"
"..Kyle, that's Claire." Christina mumbled.
"Oh." Kyle squinted. "Claire?"
"What?"
"WHY AM I HERE?! I'M A GUY! A GUY! I DON'T FIT IN THE FANGIRL CATEGORY!"
"Oh..yeah. Sorry 'bout that. I had a lack of semi-responsible female friends, so I chose you instead."
"Great. Just...great. I get to be surrounded by squealing fangirls."
"Ah..no. I knew you wouldn't be able to handle that, so you're gunna help with the bishounen."
Kyle sweatdropped. Oh, joy.
"Oh, Christina. Your alias is Fangirl Cioshi. Kyle, yours is..um, Kyle."
"Hey, why no cool nickname for me?"
The Author shrugged. "Can't think of one, and, no, you can't be called Glen."
"Pfft.."
"Sorry, but Glen sounds...stupid."
"HEY!" Christina..err, Cioshi glared at The Author. "Glen's my character!"
"I know! Geez..anyway, the current bishounen on my list are being..um.."transported"..here now. They should be in by tomorrow. So, you guys better wake up early. G'night!" With that, The Author opened a door that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere and went in. Kyle and Cioshi glanced at each other.
"Where are we supposed to sl-" Before Cioshi could finish her sentence, two doors appeared out of nowhere, like the other one. One said CIOSHI, the other said KYLE. How, um, ironic. They sweatdropped, then went inside their respective rooms.
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In the small courtyard in front of Fangirls A, there was quite a croud. The crowd, of course,was made up of the "shipment" of bishounen. Many of them were complaining, wondering where they were. And that made it very loud. After a couple of minutes, The Author popped onto the small stage in front of the entrance.
"May I have your attention?" Few listened.
"Hello?!.." The Author twitched.
"IF YA DON'T SHADDUP AND LISTEN RIGHT NOW, YOU'LL BE SUBJECTED TO 80 HOURS OF TELETUBBIES!" The entire courtyard quieted down abruptly.
"Ahem. Thank you." The Author said, and snapped, a clipboard appearing in her hands. " Welcome to Fangirls Anonymous. You're probably wondering why you're here."
"YES!" Came the collective reply.
The Author sweatdropped. "Well, you're here so we can provide an..er..."learning environment" for fangirls. If you don't agree, I'll follow through with what I said before. Okay, let's get started.."
Cioshi popped up and took the clipboard from The Author, sighing. "Alright...if I call your name, follow her. Umm...Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba, Yami Yugi, Ryou Rakura, and...uh oh. Ohh noo..."
"Say, Cioshi, SAY IT!" The Author grinned madly, dancing from foot to foot. She sounded almost psychotic.
"Malik Ishtar."
"YES!" The Author hollered, jumping in joy. Cioshi sweatdropped.
"Malik...dude...be afraid."
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Well, luckily for Malik, The Author is easily pleased. She was content knowing that she was standing a mere foot or two away from him. Sure, her squeals were slightly annoying, but hey, it was either that or a severe glomping. Eurgh..
After the small group had filed into a line, they were lead to a building inside FA. There sat Kyle, fiddling with a sheet of stick-on nametags. He looked up as they came in, and he twitched.
Joey blinked. "Why's he here? He don't look like a fangirl..oh, he "swings that way", huh?"
"GACK!" Kyle fell off the metal chair he sat in, twitching yet again. The Author sweatdropped as Kyle climbed back onto the chair, glaring at Joey.
"No...I just brought him here cause there wasn't anyone else to bring. Hehe.."
"What're your names?" Kyle asked, flatly.
"Joey..."
Kyle sat there, waiting.
"Joey.." He repeated, blinking.
Kyle nodded expectantly.
"...Joey..."
"LAST NAME TOO, RETARD!" Kyle twitched...again.
"Wheeler." Joey glared at Kyle, who simply glared back.
"This won't end too well..." Malik commented, then cringed as The Author squealed.
None the less, Kyle wrote Joey's name on a nametag, then peeled it off and slapped it on Joey's shirt as hard as he could.
"Why, you-" Joey started, but then The Author, sweatdropping, pushed him over to a door.
"Your room's in there somewhere...just find the door that has your name."
Joey went in, mumbling something about stupid little kids.
"Name?" Kyle asked Malik, sounding slightly less...disturbed?
Malik glanced over at The Author nervously. "Erm...Malik Ishtar.."
"Eee!" Malik grimaced.
"Don't worry," Kyle reassured him, whilst writing on the nametag. "She'll stop doing that by tomorrow. Hopefully." He peeled the nametag off, then held it up to Malik, who blinked a few times, then took it and stuck it onto his shirt with a sigh. Then, glancing at The Author, who was taking a step towards him, he dashed up to his room before she could push him through the door.
"Aww, man.." She sighed, pouting. Bakura blinked.
"Um..just a suggestion, but maybe he wouldn't do that if you stopped squealing every time he talks?" He said, slowly. The Author turned, glaring at him.
"Bakura...err, Ryou..no..wait..Bakura..GAH!"
"Yes?" Bakura asked, sweatdropping slightly.
The Author pursed her lips. "Shaddup."
*****
And, yet again, we hear the clicking of keys. It was fairly early in the morning, about 5:30 AM. There, at a large desk, sat The Author, typing away. She paused, stretching, just as Cioshi walked into the room, rubbing her eyes. She yawned.
"What time's it?"
"About.." The Author yawned, glancing at her watch. "Five thirty-five." She returned to typing.
"Sheesh..what're you doing up so early?"
"Putting the finishing touches on something that you and I shall enjoy so very much."
"What?"
"The bishounen shall be awoken, in a couple of minutes, to dance remixes of their theme songs that are playing VERY loudly." The Author said, spinning in her chair. "In addition, our dear friend Kyle shall be subjected to the horror of horrors as an alarm clock.."
"What's the horror of horrors?"
"Why, Britney Spears, of course." She continued to spin in her chair, counting down from ten. When she reached one, she stopped spinning and pushed the enter key. Loud music erupted throughout the building, as well as screams.
"Ah, I love the sound of angry, screaming bishounen in the morning." The Author commented, grinning evilly. But her joy would soon come to an end. The fangirls were coming in less than a week, and everyone had some preparing to do..
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Wanna be in Fangirls Anonymous? YAY! Erm, I mean, just send an email to fangirls_anonymous@yahoo.com . You MUST include the following information in the email:
Name (this should be a nickname):
Age:
Fav. Anime:
Fav. Bishounen (you can put more than one):
Personality (describe as best as you can):
Hair Colour:
Eye Colour:
Anything else?:
Yup. That's all. Oh, and, DO NOT SUBMIT THIS INFO IN A REVIEW! EMAIL!! If you filled out the form correctly, you'll get an email back saying that you're accepted. Woo.
-Houka-sama
I dun't own any of the anime mentioned, nor do I own any of the bishies. (damn. e.e) So please don't sue me...I wanna keep my $5-a-year allowance, thank you.
I'm writing this because, A: I want to, B: I can, and C: I need ta take a break from writing chapter 3 of FotD. Oh, anyways, enjoy, and be sure to check out the bottom notes when you're done. This chapter is kinda..fast paced.
*********
Our story begins in a leetle town called Santee. Okay, so our story actually begins in The Author's house, but you don't care, now do you? Well, there was a lot of typing going on in the said house.
"Y'know, I've always wondered why they call this place Middle Earth. I mean, is there a Left Earth and Right Earth too?"
A blink. Then a sigh. Then the clicking of a backspace button. And the sound of someone's head banging on a keyboard. Apparently, The Author was having a rather nasty case of writer's block. Then, for no reason at all, Jaws music started playing. Which prolly meant something was sneaking up on someone.
WHAP!
"Ow!" The Author yelped, rubbing her head. Then, "Hey..was that just an idea that whapped me across the head?!"
We're not even going to bother wondering how an idea can whap someone across the head, but that isn't the point.
"Hey...I have an idea!"
Well, duh.
The Author then let out an incredibly cheesy cackle. "Muwahaha."
And then, just to add to the cheesy horror film feel of this moment, a bolt of lightning crashed across the sky, lighting up the room, and giving us an equally cheesy view of The Author, who was now all anime-style-ish. Thus begins the real story.
******
"So you've created a what?" Christina asked, yawning. She'd just been woken up and taken to some..place. And, right now, she wasn't exactly in the mood to listen to anyone.
"A world where fangirls can stalk their favourite bishounen. And you two are going to help me run it."
"Oh. Cool."
"Erm, Stereotypical-mysterious-anime-character-lady?"
"..Kyle, that's Claire." Christina mumbled.
"Oh." Kyle squinted. "Claire?"
"What?"
"WHY AM I HERE?! I'M A GUY! A GUY! I DON'T FIT IN THE FANGIRL CATEGORY!"
"Oh..yeah. Sorry 'bout that. I had a lack of semi-responsible female friends, so I chose you instead."
"Great. Just...great. I get to be surrounded by squealing fangirls."
"Ah..no. I knew you wouldn't be able to handle that, so you're gunna help with the bishounen."
Kyle sweatdropped. Oh, joy.
"Oh, Christina. Your alias is Fangirl Cioshi. Kyle, yours is..um, Kyle."
"Hey, why no cool nickname for me?"
The Author shrugged. "Can't think of one, and, no, you can't be called Glen."
"Pfft.."
"Sorry, but Glen sounds...stupid."
"HEY!" Christina..err, Cioshi glared at The Author. "Glen's my character!"
"I know! Geez..anyway, the current bishounen on my list are being..um.."transported"..here now. They should be in by tomorrow. So, you guys better wake up early. G'night!" With that, The Author opened a door that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere and went in. Kyle and Cioshi glanced at each other.
"Where are we supposed to sl-" Before Cioshi could finish her sentence, two doors appeared out of nowhere, like the other one. One said CIOSHI, the other said KYLE. How, um, ironic. They sweatdropped, then went inside their respective rooms.
********
In the small courtyard in front of Fangirls A, there was quite a croud. The crowd, of course,was made up of the "shipment" of bishounen. Many of them were complaining, wondering where they were. And that made it very loud. After a couple of minutes, The Author popped onto the small stage in front of the entrance.
"May I have your attention?" Few listened.
"Hello?!.." The Author twitched.
"IF YA DON'T SHADDUP AND LISTEN RIGHT NOW, YOU'LL BE SUBJECTED TO 80 HOURS OF TELETUBBIES!" The entire courtyard quieted down abruptly.
"Ahem. Thank you." The Author said, and snapped, a clipboard appearing in her hands. " Welcome to Fangirls Anonymous. You're probably wondering why you're here."
"YES!" Came the collective reply.
The Author sweatdropped. "Well, you're here so we can provide an..er..."learning environment" for fangirls. If you don't agree, I'll follow through with what I said before. Okay, let's get started.."
Cioshi popped up and took the clipboard from The Author, sighing. "Alright...if I call your name, follow her. Umm...Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba, Yami Yugi, Ryou Rakura, and...uh oh. Ohh noo..."
"Say, Cioshi, SAY IT!" The Author grinned madly, dancing from foot to foot. She sounded almost psychotic.
"Malik Ishtar."
"YES!" The Author hollered, jumping in joy. Cioshi sweatdropped.
"Malik...dude...be afraid."
************
Well, luckily for Malik, The Author is easily pleased. She was content knowing that she was standing a mere foot or two away from him. Sure, her squeals were slightly annoying, but hey, it was either that or a severe glomping. Eurgh..
After the small group had filed into a line, they were lead to a building inside FA. There sat Kyle, fiddling with a sheet of stick-on nametags. He looked up as they came in, and he twitched.
Joey blinked. "Why's he here? He don't look like a fangirl..oh, he "swings that way", huh?"
"GACK!" Kyle fell off the metal chair he sat in, twitching yet again. The Author sweatdropped as Kyle climbed back onto the chair, glaring at Joey.
"No...I just brought him here cause there wasn't anyone else to bring. Hehe.."
"What're your names?" Kyle asked, flatly.
"Joey..."
Kyle sat there, waiting.
"Joey.." He repeated, blinking.
Kyle nodded expectantly.
"...Joey..."
"LAST NAME TOO, RETARD!" Kyle twitched...again.
"Wheeler." Joey glared at Kyle, who simply glared back.
"This won't end too well..." Malik commented, then cringed as The Author squealed.
None the less, Kyle wrote Joey's name on a nametag, then peeled it off and slapped it on Joey's shirt as hard as he could.
"Why, you-" Joey started, but then The Author, sweatdropping, pushed him over to a door.
"Your room's in there somewhere...just find the door that has your name."
Joey went in, mumbling something about stupid little kids.
"Name?" Kyle asked Malik, sounding slightly less...disturbed?
Malik glanced over at The Author nervously. "Erm...Malik Ishtar.."
"Eee!" Malik grimaced.
"Don't worry," Kyle reassured him, whilst writing on the nametag. "She'll stop doing that by tomorrow. Hopefully." He peeled the nametag off, then held it up to Malik, who blinked a few times, then took it and stuck it onto his shirt with a sigh. Then, glancing at The Author, who was taking a step towards him, he dashed up to his room before she could push him through the door.
"Aww, man.." She sighed, pouting. Bakura blinked.
"Um..just a suggestion, but maybe he wouldn't do that if you stopped squealing every time he talks?" He said, slowly. The Author turned, glaring at him.
"Bakura...err, Ryou..no..wait..Bakura..GAH!"
"Yes?" Bakura asked, sweatdropping slightly.
The Author pursed her lips. "Shaddup."
*****
And, yet again, we hear the clicking of keys. It was fairly early in the morning, about 5:30 AM. There, at a large desk, sat The Author, typing away. She paused, stretching, just as Cioshi walked into the room, rubbing her eyes. She yawned.
"What time's it?"
"About.." The Author yawned, glancing at her watch. "Five thirty-five." She returned to typing.
"Sheesh..what're you doing up so early?"
"Putting the finishing touches on something that you and I shall enjoy so very much."
"What?"
"The bishounen shall be awoken, in a couple of minutes, to dance remixes of their theme songs that are playing VERY loudly." The Author said, spinning in her chair. "In addition, our dear friend Kyle shall be subjected to the horror of horrors as an alarm clock.."
"What's the horror of horrors?"
"Why, Britney Spears, of course." She continued to spin in her chair, counting down from ten. When she reached one, she stopped spinning and pushed the enter key. Loud music erupted throughout the building, as well as screams.
"Ah, I love the sound of angry, screaming bishounen in the morning." The Author commented, grinning evilly. But her joy would soon come to an end. The fangirls were coming in less than a week, and everyone had some preparing to do..
*******
Wanna be in Fangirls Anonymous? YAY! Erm, I mean, just send an email to fangirls_anonymous@yahoo.com . You MUST include the following information in the email:
Name (this should be a nickname):
Age:
Fav. Anime:
Fav. Bishounen (you can put more than one):
Personality (describe as best as you can):
Hair Colour:
Eye Colour:
Anything else?:
Yup. That's all. Oh, and, DO NOT SUBMIT THIS INFO IN A REVIEW! EMAIL!! If you filled out the form correctly, you'll get an email back saying that you're accepted. Woo.
-Houka-sama
