Lepidoptera: A Fanfic for Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
By Supikun2001@yahoo.com
Foreword:
He came upon a large house large house out of place in the bustling city. It was a Victorian-style building with one turret on it pediment and gracing the finials were symbols of celestial bodies. He was drawn in by a mysterious forced. Two young girls exuberantly greeted him. They guided him into a room where a beautiful woman was lounging on a couch. This seductive lady in silken some-what revealing robes was smoking a pipe giving a very alluring version of the caterpillar in Wonderland. She did not seem please that he was there. Still he bowed, "Thank you for receiving me, Miss."
"Thanks from you?"
The woman with long silky black hair tapped out her long pipe and scooped up some more tobacco as the two girls tauntingly repeated every word she said. The tobacco ignited filling the room with constraining smoke, "There are countless things in this world that defy explanation. But no matter how strange things are, there always exists man, always man will oppose them, always man will be involved. All is illusion, everything is in the past. Man, mankind, people, men are the strangest things in the word."
"Strangest things."
"In the world."
Her evil red-orange eyes without an ounce of care or substance of a soul fixed on the fact that he carried weapons into her house, "Especially with "Your" family."
A half sneer as if she was correcting the statement or making it worse, "Especially with "his family" - that bugger."
He detected her displeasure you did not say anything about it because it was not his place to do so, "Madame, I am here."
"You misunderstand me," she said uncaringly, "I provide a service - granting peoples greatest wishes for a price."
"I know that, madam that is why I am here. I did not come for the witty repartee."
"Grant your wish? You can do it yourself. You have that bugger and are part of "his family."
"I only married into it," he placed don onto a desk a sword. "If you say so," came a reply," You are the one who "married into it" twice," she crossed her legs giving a very good view but just briefly, "You are able to keep both wives in your nice little love nest very satisfied - you and "he" are very much alike."
"Unfortunately, "he" is dead," he glanced at the swords hesitantly, "Died at the turn of the century - 1899."
Finally she looked up at him taken aback by this statement. There was a pallor of panic, but it abated back to bitterness, "Good I hope it stays that way."
"Stay that way."
"Stay that way."
"We know better, this is 1914, and we know better," he replied sadly, "You, the Far Eastern Witch of the Dimension, were one of "his" students. For all I could care you and "he" could be related."
"Hardly," she snorted quite insulted by this suggestion however she was not denying it either. This lady sat up letting some of the silk cloth roll so to expose one ivory shoulder then the next.
Blushing, he glanced away taking up the first sword," I have a wish to make, Hijiwara Yuuko, for the ones I love - my wives and my children. I will make a rational trade; I draw this sword and kill myself here and now for their happiness."
She was quite amused but did not show it, "Yes, you could. Then your soul- mate will slice out her own entrails - for that huli-jing makes for life, like a wolf."
"Like a wolf."
"Like a wolf."
"I made my bed, Hijiwara, I will sleep in it."
"Instead of running away? You have changed much," the woman took out a mirror that was shaped like a coiled dragon, "You cannot run away form what is to come. You should know that, current leader of the Li clan. Fate happens, you must accept it."
"What do you mean by that?" He scowled feeling that he had outlived his welcome.
"In life, there's no coincidence," a sinister smile, "There is only inevitability."
"He" said that didn't "he"? So why quote "him?"
"Fate another words something that will obviously happen, aside what is fated nothing else can happen, it is the only outcome that is possible form any situation," she laid back, "Leave if you must, Li clan leader, I will take no deal from you. You have not risked what is most dear."
"I am, I am," he strapped the sword back into place, "I know that I doing. For we both know that sorcerers and wizards are conducting a horrible secret war which is being covered up by a blanket history will call World War One. But out of respect for me, and "him" they will meet with me for I can arbitrate and earlier end to this fight that is killing sorcerer, wizard, and normal human alike."
"You do know that it is a trap, do you?"
"Of course, I am a nuisance - so I am quite expendable. They will kill me and the war will last for almost five brutal years more. On the second of my death, my loving soul mate, as you pointed out will commit ritual suicide. My son, Renfan will go to Europe, he will become a killer in attempt to avenge me, in doing so, and his name will never be mentioned again by anyone ever anymore. Not even by the family I married into. So with my daughter, Chi'hkyo, she will elope with the first man that shows interest and disappear into the veils of history. My other son, will take up the sword of tradition for he know that his grandson, Sayaoran, will take sword and compass to a far away land. There my great-grandson, will first be rival then protector of anyone who is foolish enough to open that book."
"You forgot someone, what of your other daughter?"
The girls chanted blocking his exit, "Other daughter. Other daughter."
"That I have solved," he pushed the little girls aside, "With my own magic. Heh. I will see in the next life with my Li-clan soul mate if fairy tails do come true, for mine did."
He left with swords in hand still with head held high accepting what is to come. She sighed, "Sayonara, hero. Be happy with your soul mate."
"Soul mate.
"Soul mate."
'They deserve as much for what horrors their descendants will receive."
Chapter one:
"Stay together class, we don't go to Parie everyday."
"Hey, tree-hugger, what yas thinking?"
A young man slid up his blue sunglasses though his short brown-orange hair that seemed to flatter more of the orange because of his large red eyes and complexion, "Just because I chained myself to a tree once does not make me a tree-hugger."
"You're a tree-hugger."
"No, I'm not! Broceliande is a treasure," the male in the green shirt siet with brown and yellow bands protested hotly.
"Hey, isn't that forest haunted?"
"Ya, I head that the niece of the Lady of the Lake once dwelled there."
"I heard a demon was once slain there."
"Really?"
The young orange-haired boy shook his head ignoring the talk about the usual place of strange happenings in Brittany, France. He focused on something else sitting badly in the city like an eyesore, an iron structure. It was like a ladder unto heaven connecting sky with the earth. He paused to hear in the crowd of tourists and regular Parisians going about their business someone object to their location, "The Eiffel Tower?"
"Yes, what is wrong with it? It "IS" the copy of the taller one in Tokyo...opened in Showa Year 33.Height 333-meters.3'000'000 people visit it annually."
"Thank you, mister history, why don't' you tell me another one while you're at it."
"Yes, but not everybody at Tokyo Tower gets their watch lifted by a famous masked bandit. My watch was one of a kind, the only one like it in the whole world. One day we will meet again. And I will say to the masked bandit, "Keep it, it is a present from an admirer."
This stuck at the orange-haired male's sensibilities to him it was an affront to the memory of the Revolution.
"Where in the hell am I now?" A shout filled the corridors. If there were any people there, it would have been ignored except by two others. The first being a young ma cracking a pun, "I am quite surprised you do not ask were the high school or dojo is."
A second voice, "Be quiet, little kid."
The 5'4" student with orange hair turned round to see in this maze another male close to his age. He had entrancing yet overly sad big red eyes like garnets. He was clutching a cigarette in his mouth as he searched for some matches not even concerned that they were no longer in France anymore.
"You shouldn't be doing that - kids shouldn't smoke," the second said taking away the much wrinkled Lucky Seven. She was much alder, may be in her 20's or very early 30's.
"Who are you? And where are we?"
"Looks like a labyrinth," the ex-attempted smoker bowed, "I am Miaoh Chronos, age 17, type A-blood, Junior at Chiron Cux Gramata High, London." This teen with short green hair and a sprig of black bangs cheerfully gestured to the woman with butterfly hair clips in her purple hair, "This is Miss Sunblase Aino, partner of Maioh-Zabatsu Fine Antiques."
A bell rang, a whistle sounded. So now the lights flickered on to reveal that the maze was a low row of cubicles facing a board with drawing and words. In trudged gray little people who did not answer one word but headed to their designated places. They went to work copying, writing, and inking like it was some monastery in the 8th century, even though some of them were using strange box like devices that combined a type-writer, TV screen, and a little device that had a ball that moved something on the screen called a curser. In one corner of this immense place were some people standing waiting to use a sound booth in a futile attempt to underscore the created work with voice, music, and sound.
"Where self esteem is there," a man in a suit proceeded to tear up several of the drawings in front of the artist, "I'll be there to kick it in the testicles!"
The orange haired kid moved ready to get some justice done for he also heard these slaves beg on hands and knees for - a break, more caffeine, pocky, money, better hours, food, better housing, and common human decency. All these requests where ignored and were met with the same esteem by the men in the suits who could care less what was produced as long as it was produced perfectly but not too perfectly, on time, and under budget. Before he could ride to the rescue sans horse, armor and weapons, and knightly virtues the men in the suits locked their foul claws into them.
"Seize them! Arrest them!" "What? Why?"
"Robbery, thievery, copyright infringement. being a bad fan fiction and fan art, copying bad plat lines, wearing cosplay, and being a general nescience to the internet."
"Yes," one of the suits agreed with the charges, "The net was originally designed for secret message transmission and porno."
Chronos advised, "Let us go along with it."
"Be quiet, little boy. Your aunt is no-where to be seen so. I have power enough to teach them a lesson or two."
"Then, I am so sorry," he gave a wry smirk, spinning his left arm out to do a block hiding the right's punch.
Watching her fall unconscious, the other man demanded, "Why? Why?"
"I have my reasons," he replied, "Only a fool attacks when he does not know who his enemy is."
The orange-haired male's demands fell onto silence, even when they were tossed into a prison cell. Chronos took it in stride, "It looks like they were in authority. I rather be put on trial before being hung."
"You are one cold dude," he forced a smiled, "I'm Sphene Lepidoptera. I am form Paimpont, Brittany, Fance," the verbose Breton proceeded for no apparent reason rattle off his whole family history right back to a participant in the theft of the crown jewels of France and magically escaping the curse on the Hope Diamond.
In a neighboring cell a different discussion was preceding, Supikun2001 was suggesting something new to his fellow inmates, "I have a great idea. So we don't ever get into trouble like this anymore - the only problem is money."
"Of course."
"And we're broke. I blew it on anime stuff."
"I did too."
"You can say that again - it's an obsession. Crack would be so much cheaper."
"No don't dismiss me just yet. Here it is. We found our own company. With several departments - art, for fan-artists; writing, for fan-fiction writers; music, for those poetically and musically inclined; costumes and models, providing directions and patterns for cosplay and model makers." "Doesn't the Net already do that?"
"No, here is where we will be different than some anime-manga web site. We will actually pay people to do these things! For they will actually help produce, write, ink, and draw our own series!"
"Sorta like the four goddesses of CLAMP."
"Bingo," Supikun2001 nodded, "As for the first series we independently produce?"
"Let's go with the usual cadre beginning," the second prison sketching out a drawing of a lovely catgirl heroine with an over-sized gun, "A Mech show."
"Not show, but shows," the third prisoner said trying for the last three hours threading a needle, "I say simultaneously four shows at once."
"Four?"
"In the first one, set in its own universe will be a boy-motivated one - with lots of action little sub-plot. The second one set in its own universe distantly different than the boy-motivated one will be the girls."
"With some action, lots of subplot."
"The third has to be a universe that has its own distinct plot-line, yet is a cross-over between the girl-motivated and boy-motivated one."
"You forgot one," Chronos said hearing this discussion.
"The three prisoners exchanged glances and said in unison, "Hentai."
"Then we branch out into other things. A magical girl one, a dueling one, one based on the old TSR Dungeons and Dragon role-playing game, one on the end of the world."
"And more hentai."
"And more hentai. Best part will be that everything will provided by our world-wide web employees," Supikun2001 said, "As for me, I'll head up marketing. We might have the perfect show and everything else, but who will watch it, buy our manga, or our products."
"Including the cute plushy that everyone will want."
"Talking about plushies, we need a symbol that will define us and our company." They went through a list of symbols without success, it was determined that it would be left to the fan-base.
The next day came, they were brought before the judge. Supikun2001 stepped forward, "May it please the court, I would like to make a few comments."
"Proceed."
"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, readers of this fan fiction, I stand here accused of many crimes against the holy copyrighted material. I would like to first examine the music industry. In the music industry there is the fantastic illusion that they are rich and powerful - only widow dressing created by their promoters who exploit their talent."
"I object," Aino shouted, "What is he doing? Trying to get us convicted?"
"Objection noted."
"Please your honor, let me continue," Supikun2001 begged, "I have bought records, real-to-real, 8-tracks, cassettes, and compact discs. Most of them have 2-3 pieces that are good to listen to but the rest is crap and that is because of the deadlines and contracts enforced by the promoters," he spoke eloquently but bluntly like a sledgehammer on some pervert, "It is the same with any industry. In this world which is cruel and unprincipled where there is no justice that can be gotten by the individual For me, anime and manga, creates a fantasy world that allows people to stand up against the world and all its wrongs, say that it is wrong, do something about it and not get tossed into a nut-house. I have much admiration all the original creators in their ingenuity, sill, and hours of labor. Even if I give credit when credit is due, that this is not actually not belonging to me, it does not show my deep respect for what I feel."
The judge sat there for a while and thought for a long time, "Why not? You will be pardoned on one condition that your fan-insert characters get to saving the world or destroying it. I remand Miaoh Chronos, Aino Sunblase, and Sphene Lepidotera to the custody of the fan fiction writer, Supikin2001."
The fanfic writer turns with a loving look at them. So we can begin. Chapter Two will proceed very soon. If you want to give comment or ideas, email
Supikun2001@yahoo.com. No flames please. I might as will give the current fan-character profiles in this story which will eventually be a multi CLAMP cross-over, as is Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles is, of course I will give credit where credit is due first. Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles does not belong to me, I take no responsibility for it. So do not sue me, I have no money or competent lawyers. The original owners can be found at the CLAMP web site at and the Shonen-Jump web site at
Name:
Miaoh Chronos
Nationality:
Chinese and Indian (as in the Indian Sub-continent)?
Age:
17
Height:
5'4"
Hair:
Short green hair
Eyes:
Red garnet
Date of Birth: 28 October, Macao.
Blood type: A
Hobbies:
Collecting clocks, mischief
Powers:
Martial arts (the author Supikun2001 is currently taking Tai-Chi so most of the maneuvers he uses will be description of one of the katas)
Animal guardian: Currently a blowfish
Current Personality:
Like Eriol without magic.
Name:
Sphene Lepidoptera
Nationality:
Breton French
Age:
15-17?
Height:
5'4"
Hair:
Short Brown-Orange
Eyes:
Scarlet Red
Date of Birth:
undetermined, Brittany, France
Blood type: O
Hobbies: undetermined
Powers:
Wood/Thunder magic
Animal guardian:
currently a monkey
Current Personality: genki
Name:
Aino Sublase
Nationality:
English
Age:
Late 20's or early 30's
Height:
5'6"
(B36 W23 H35 inches)
Hair:
short purple hair set with two butterfly pins
Eyes:
souless
Date of Birth:
undetermined
Blood type:
B
Hobbies/profession:
Antiques, musician (drums, lyrics), witchcraft
Powers:
Earth
Animal guardian:
currently a little baby T-Rex
Personality:
a B-type
Name:
Major villain, not yet found a name for
Nationality:
Asian
Age: 20's
Height:
undetermined
Hair:
undetermined
Eyes:
undetermined
Date of Birth:
undetermined
Hobbies:
killing puppies, kicking children, and the other way around
Powers:
currently symatyr
Animal guardian:
undetermined
Personality:
undetermined. All the author knows is that she is the major villain in the series.
By Supikun2001@yahoo.com
Foreword:
He came upon a large house large house out of place in the bustling city. It was a Victorian-style building with one turret on it pediment and gracing the finials were symbols of celestial bodies. He was drawn in by a mysterious forced. Two young girls exuberantly greeted him. They guided him into a room where a beautiful woman was lounging on a couch. This seductive lady in silken some-what revealing robes was smoking a pipe giving a very alluring version of the caterpillar in Wonderland. She did not seem please that he was there. Still he bowed, "Thank you for receiving me, Miss."
"Thanks from you?"
The woman with long silky black hair tapped out her long pipe and scooped up some more tobacco as the two girls tauntingly repeated every word she said. The tobacco ignited filling the room with constraining smoke, "There are countless things in this world that defy explanation. But no matter how strange things are, there always exists man, always man will oppose them, always man will be involved. All is illusion, everything is in the past. Man, mankind, people, men are the strangest things in the word."
"Strangest things."
"In the world."
Her evil red-orange eyes without an ounce of care or substance of a soul fixed on the fact that he carried weapons into her house, "Especially with "Your" family."
A half sneer as if she was correcting the statement or making it worse, "Especially with "his family" - that bugger."
He detected her displeasure you did not say anything about it because it was not his place to do so, "Madame, I am here."
"You misunderstand me," she said uncaringly, "I provide a service - granting peoples greatest wishes for a price."
"I know that, madam that is why I am here. I did not come for the witty repartee."
"Grant your wish? You can do it yourself. You have that bugger and are part of "his family."
"I only married into it," he placed don onto a desk a sword. "If you say so," came a reply," You are the one who "married into it" twice," she crossed her legs giving a very good view but just briefly, "You are able to keep both wives in your nice little love nest very satisfied - you and "he" are very much alike."
"Unfortunately, "he" is dead," he glanced at the swords hesitantly, "Died at the turn of the century - 1899."
Finally she looked up at him taken aback by this statement. There was a pallor of panic, but it abated back to bitterness, "Good I hope it stays that way."
"Stay that way."
"Stay that way."
"We know better, this is 1914, and we know better," he replied sadly, "You, the Far Eastern Witch of the Dimension, were one of "his" students. For all I could care you and "he" could be related."
"Hardly," she snorted quite insulted by this suggestion however she was not denying it either. This lady sat up letting some of the silk cloth roll so to expose one ivory shoulder then the next.
Blushing, he glanced away taking up the first sword," I have a wish to make, Hijiwara Yuuko, for the ones I love - my wives and my children. I will make a rational trade; I draw this sword and kill myself here and now for their happiness."
She was quite amused but did not show it, "Yes, you could. Then your soul- mate will slice out her own entrails - for that huli-jing makes for life, like a wolf."
"Like a wolf."
"Like a wolf."
"I made my bed, Hijiwara, I will sleep in it."
"Instead of running away? You have changed much," the woman took out a mirror that was shaped like a coiled dragon, "You cannot run away form what is to come. You should know that, current leader of the Li clan. Fate happens, you must accept it."
"What do you mean by that?" He scowled feeling that he had outlived his welcome.
"In life, there's no coincidence," a sinister smile, "There is only inevitability."
"He" said that didn't "he"? So why quote "him?"
"Fate another words something that will obviously happen, aside what is fated nothing else can happen, it is the only outcome that is possible form any situation," she laid back, "Leave if you must, Li clan leader, I will take no deal from you. You have not risked what is most dear."
"I am, I am," he strapped the sword back into place, "I know that I doing. For we both know that sorcerers and wizards are conducting a horrible secret war which is being covered up by a blanket history will call World War One. But out of respect for me, and "him" they will meet with me for I can arbitrate and earlier end to this fight that is killing sorcerer, wizard, and normal human alike."
"You do know that it is a trap, do you?"
"Of course, I am a nuisance - so I am quite expendable. They will kill me and the war will last for almost five brutal years more. On the second of my death, my loving soul mate, as you pointed out will commit ritual suicide. My son, Renfan will go to Europe, he will become a killer in attempt to avenge me, in doing so, and his name will never be mentioned again by anyone ever anymore. Not even by the family I married into. So with my daughter, Chi'hkyo, she will elope with the first man that shows interest and disappear into the veils of history. My other son, will take up the sword of tradition for he know that his grandson, Sayaoran, will take sword and compass to a far away land. There my great-grandson, will first be rival then protector of anyone who is foolish enough to open that book."
"You forgot someone, what of your other daughter?"
The girls chanted blocking his exit, "Other daughter. Other daughter."
"That I have solved," he pushed the little girls aside, "With my own magic. Heh. I will see in the next life with my Li-clan soul mate if fairy tails do come true, for mine did."
He left with swords in hand still with head held high accepting what is to come. She sighed, "Sayonara, hero. Be happy with your soul mate."
"Soul mate.
"Soul mate."
'They deserve as much for what horrors their descendants will receive."
Chapter one:
"Stay together class, we don't go to Parie everyday."
"Hey, tree-hugger, what yas thinking?"
A young man slid up his blue sunglasses though his short brown-orange hair that seemed to flatter more of the orange because of his large red eyes and complexion, "Just because I chained myself to a tree once does not make me a tree-hugger."
"You're a tree-hugger."
"No, I'm not! Broceliande is a treasure," the male in the green shirt siet with brown and yellow bands protested hotly.
"Hey, isn't that forest haunted?"
"Ya, I head that the niece of the Lady of the Lake once dwelled there."
"I heard a demon was once slain there."
"Really?"
The young orange-haired boy shook his head ignoring the talk about the usual place of strange happenings in Brittany, France. He focused on something else sitting badly in the city like an eyesore, an iron structure. It was like a ladder unto heaven connecting sky with the earth. He paused to hear in the crowd of tourists and regular Parisians going about their business someone object to their location, "The Eiffel Tower?"
"Yes, what is wrong with it? It "IS" the copy of the taller one in Tokyo...opened in Showa Year 33.Height 333-meters.3'000'000 people visit it annually."
"Thank you, mister history, why don't' you tell me another one while you're at it."
"Yes, but not everybody at Tokyo Tower gets their watch lifted by a famous masked bandit. My watch was one of a kind, the only one like it in the whole world. One day we will meet again. And I will say to the masked bandit, "Keep it, it is a present from an admirer."
This stuck at the orange-haired male's sensibilities to him it was an affront to the memory of the Revolution.
"Where in the hell am I now?" A shout filled the corridors. If there were any people there, it would have been ignored except by two others. The first being a young ma cracking a pun, "I am quite surprised you do not ask were the high school or dojo is."
A second voice, "Be quiet, little kid."
The 5'4" student with orange hair turned round to see in this maze another male close to his age. He had entrancing yet overly sad big red eyes like garnets. He was clutching a cigarette in his mouth as he searched for some matches not even concerned that they were no longer in France anymore.
"You shouldn't be doing that - kids shouldn't smoke," the second said taking away the much wrinkled Lucky Seven. She was much alder, may be in her 20's or very early 30's.
"Who are you? And where are we?"
"Looks like a labyrinth," the ex-attempted smoker bowed, "I am Miaoh Chronos, age 17, type A-blood, Junior at Chiron Cux Gramata High, London." This teen with short green hair and a sprig of black bangs cheerfully gestured to the woman with butterfly hair clips in her purple hair, "This is Miss Sunblase Aino, partner of Maioh-Zabatsu Fine Antiques."
A bell rang, a whistle sounded. So now the lights flickered on to reveal that the maze was a low row of cubicles facing a board with drawing and words. In trudged gray little people who did not answer one word but headed to their designated places. They went to work copying, writing, and inking like it was some monastery in the 8th century, even though some of them were using strange box like devices that combined a type-writer, TV screen, and a little device that had a ball that moved something on the screen called a curser. In one corner of this immense place were some people standing waiting to use a sound booth in a futile attempt to underscore the created work with voice, music, and sound.
"Where self esteem is there," a man in a suit proceeded to tear up several of the drawings in front of the artist, "I'll be there to kick it in the testicles!"
The orange haired kid moved ready to get some justice done for he also heard these slaves beg on hands and knees for - a break, more caffeine, pocky, money, better hours, food, better housing, and common human decency. All these requests where ignored and were met with the same esteem by the men in the suits who could care less what was produced as long as it was produced perfectly but not too perfectly, on time, and under budget. Before he could ride to the rescue sans horse, armor and weapons, and knightly virtues the men in the suits locked their foul claws into them.
"Seize them! Arrest them!" "What? Why?"
"Robbery, thievery, copyright infringement. being a bad fan fiction and fan art, copying bad plat lines, wearing cosplay, and being a general nescience to the internet."
"Yes," one of the suits agreed with the charges, "The net was originally designed for secret message transmission and porno."
Chronos advised, "Let us go along with it."
"Be quiet, little boy. Your aunt is no-where to be seen so. I have power enough to teach them a lesson or two."
"Then, I am so sorry," he gave a wry smirk, spinning his left arm out to do a block hiding the right's punch.
Watching her fall unconscious, the other man demanded, "Why? Why?"
"I have my reasons," he replied, "Only a fool attacks when he does not know who his enemy is."
The orange-haired male's demands fell onto silence, even when they were tossed into a prison cell. Chronos took it in stride, "It looks like they were in authority. I rather be put on trial before being hung."
"You are one cold dude," he forced a smiled, "I'm Sphene Lepidoptera. I am form Paimpont, Brittany, Fance," the verbose Breton proceeded for no apparent reason rattle off his whole family history right back to a participant in the theft of the crown jewels of France and magically escaping the curse on the Hope Diamond.
In a neighboring cell a different discussion was preceding, Supikun2001 was suggesting something new to his fellow inmates, "I have a great idea. So we don't ever get into trouble like this anymore - the only problem is money."
"Of course."
"And we're broke. I blew it on anime stuff."
"I did too."
"You can say that again - it's an obsession. Crack would be so much cheaper."
"No don't dismiss me just yet. Here it is. We found our own company. With several departments - art, for fan-artists; writing, for fan-fiction writers; music, for those poetically and musically inclined; costumes and models, providing directions and patterns for cosplay and model makers." "Doesn't the Net already do that?"
"No, here is where we will be different than some anime-manga web site. We will actually pay people to do these things! For they will actually help produce, write, ink, and draw our own series!"
"Sorta like the four goddesses of CLAMP."
"Bingo," Supikun2001 nodded, "As for the first series we independently produce?"
"Let's go with the usual cadre beginning," the second prison sketching out a drawing of a lovely catgirl heroine with an over-sized gun, "A Mech show."
"Not show, but shows," the third prisoner said trying for the last three hours threading a needle, "I say simultaneously four shows at once."
"Four?"
"In the first one, set in its own universe will be a boy-motivated one - with lots of action little sub-plot. The second one set in its own universe distantly different than the boy-motivated one will be the girls."
"With some action, lots of subplot."
"The third has to be a universe that has its own distinct plot-line, yet is a cross-over between the girl-motivated and boy-motivated one."
"You forgot one," Chronos said hearing this discussion.
"The three prisoners exchanged glances and said in unison, "Hentai."
"Then we branch out into other things. A magical girl one, a dueling one, one based on the old TSR Dungeons and Dragon role-playing game, one on the end of the world."
"And more hentai."
"And more hentai. Best part will be that everything will provided by our world-wide web employees," Supikun2001 said, "As for me, I'll head up marketing. We might have the perfect show and everything else, but who will watch it, buy our manga, or our products."
"Including the cute plushy that everyone will want."
"Talking about plushies, we need a symbol that will define us and our company." They went through a list of symbols without success, it was determined that it would be left to the fan-base.
The next day came, they were brought before the judge. Supikun2001 stepped forward, "May it please the court, I would like to make a few comments."
"Proceed."
"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, readers of this fan fiction, I stand here accused of many crimes against the holy copyrighted material. I would like to first examine the music industry. In the music industry there is the fantastic illusion that they are rich and powerful - only widow dressing created by their promoters who exploit their talent."
"I object," Aino shouted, "What is he doing? Trying to get us convicted?"
"Objection noted."
"Please your honor, let me continue," Supikun2001 begged, "I have bought records, real-to-real, 8-tracks, cassettes, and compact discs. Most of them have 2-3 pieces that are good to listen to but the rest is crap and that is because of the deadlines and contracts enforced by the promoters," he spoke eloquently but bluntly like a sledgehammer on some pervert, "It is the same with any industry. In this world which is cruel and unprincipled where there is no justice that can be gotten by the individual For me, anime and manga, creates a fantasy world that allows people to stand up against the world and all its wrongs, say that it is wrong, do something about it and not get tossed into a nut-house. I have much admiration all the original creators in their ingenuity, sill, and hours of labor. Even if I give credit when credit is due, that this is not actually not belonging to me, it does not show my deep respect for what I feel."
The judge sat there for a while and thought for a long time, "Why not? You will be pardoned on one condition that your fan-insert characters get to saving the world or destroying it. I remand Miaoh Chronos, Aino Sunblase, and Sphene Lepidotera to the custody of the fan fiction writer, Supikin2001."
The fanfic writer turns with a loving look at them. So we can begin. Chapter Two will proceed very soon. If you want to give comment or ideas, email
Supikun2001@yahoo.com. No flames please. I might as will give the current fan-character profiles in this story which will eventually be a multi CLAMP cross-over, as is Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles is, of course I will give credit where credit is due first. Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles does not belong to me, I take no responsibility for it. So do not sue me, I have no money or competent lawyers. The original owners can be found at the CLAMP web site at and the Shonen-Jump web site at
Name:
Miaoh Chronos
Nationality:
Chinese and Indian (as in the Indian Sub-continent)?
Age:
17
Height:
5'4"
Hair:
Short green hair
Eyes:
Red garnet
Date of Birth: 28 October, Macao.
Blood type: A
Hobbies:
Collecting clocks, mischief
Powers:
Martial arts (the author Supikun2001 is currently taking Tai-Chi so most of the maneuvers he uses will be description of one of the katas)
Animal guardian: Currently a blowfish
Current Personality:
Like Eriol without magic.
Name:
Sphene Lepidoptera
Nationality:
Breton French
Age:
15-17?
Height:
5'4"
Hair:
Short Brown-Orange
Eyes:
Scarlet Red
Date of Birth:
undetermined, Brittany, France
Blood type: O
Hobbies: undetermined
Powers:
Wood/Thunder magic
Animal guardian:
currently a monkey
Current Personality: genki
Name:
Aino Sublase
Nationality:
English
Age:
Late 20's or early 30's
Height:
5'6"
(B36 W23 H35 inches)
Hair:
short purple hair set with two butterfly pins
Eyes:
souless
Date of Birth:
undetermined
Blood type:
B
Hobbies/profession:
Antiques, musician (drums, lyrics), witchcraft
Powers:
Earth
Animal guardian:
currently a little baby T-Rex
Personality:
a B-type
Name:
Major villain, not yet found a name for
Nationality:
Asian
Age: 20's
Height:
undetermined
Hair:
undetermined
Eyes:
undetermined
Date of Birth:
undetermined
Hobbies:
killing puppies, kicking children, and the other way around
Powers:
currently symatyr
Animal guardian:
undetermined
Personality:
undetermined. All the author knows is that she is the major villain in the series.