Part 2
Somewhere in Spoufton, New Jersey, (just north of the Middle Of Nowhere, New Jersey, don'tcha know) a pigeon cooed. The camera panned one of Spoufton's streets (the neighborhood just a tad behind the times) and came to rest on the B. Seakoe Beaver Memorial High School. Again, the pigeon cooed.
The loudspeaker rang with a "Minna-san, konnichiwa," but the rest of the announcement was drown out by students.
Duet slumped in her desk and moaned, "Oh! I'm still sore from those ropes last night…"
"Too much hentai, huh?" Relena countered.
"Lucky girl," someone commented, but she was promptly ignored.
"Yeah, I know…" Duet frowned.
The two girls met again with some other friends after school to wait for the bus.
"So…are you going to Shoujocon this year?" Relena asked, hugging her books and moving closer to Duet.
"What's that?" the brunette frowned.
"It's this GREAT anime convention! They have it in East Brunswick this year!
"A convention?" one of the other girls asked.
"Yeah! Hundreds of fans take over some hotels, stay up late, eat bad food, don't shower, buy over-priced merchandise and watch ANIME!"
Duet slips into a typical shoujo internal dream sequence, complete with a sparkly pink background. "Wow! I had no idea such wonderful things existed! It's so romantic! Hundreds of people just like me all watching anime!"
"You're kidding, right?" the girl from before scoffed.
"Ewww! Unwashed otaku guys!" added another.
Duet ignored them. "Wow! ^___^ That sounds so cool!"
"No way!"
"Count me out!"
"Oh, you girls are no fun… Well, I'm going!"
Duo was leaning against the brick wall at their usual meeting spot when she found him.
"So… Did you bring the massage oil, chocolate panties and Sakura costume…?" he grinned wolfishly.
"Never mind that. I just heard about Shoujocon! It's an anime convention!" Duet replied excitedly.
"Shoujocon?"
The camera zoomed in on Duet and 'Duet Maxine: Shoujo Fan' appeared on the bottom of the screen. "Yeah! There's a dealers room, Whack-A-Thon, Parliament, Cosplay, Music Videos, Art Room and…"
"And…hentai?" The camera focused on Duo now and the bottom read 'Duo Maxwell: Hentai Freak'. "Alright! We're going!" He turned around and started to walk away.
"WHAT!?" Duet tackled him, hugging his legs, and they both fell over. "That's not all there is to anime! It's about love and justice and bishonen guys, cherry blossoms, sparkles, flowers, and cute little animals!"
The braided boy waved a flag of surrender. "Yeah, whatever, sorry…"
Duet let him go and sat back on her knees. "Can we go home and watch Marmalade Boy?"
"Again???"
"Well… I just got a new Miyazaki fansub…"
Duo sat up and leaned in. "My Love-Slave Totoro?"
"Eh?"
"Hehehe…" He leapt to his feet and Duet followed suit.
"Grrr… PERVERT!" she chased him around the side of the wall an into the open space behind it.
A pigeon cooed.
"Okay, okay! I'll take you, I'll take you!" Duo relented, laughing.
The camera hovered above what appeared to be a small dojo where someone inside is practicing.
"There is no brick… There IS no brick." That someone took a deep breath. "WHOPPHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" WHACK! "Ow! My hand!"
The scene switches to inside the dojo where Wu Fei is blowing on his bruised hand and Duet is sitting across from him, frowning. A title below Wu Fei explained that he was, in fact 'Chang Wu Fei: Hong Kong Film Fan'
"You can't break a cinderblock with your hand!" she scolded.
Wu Fei pouted. "Awww, but it looks so cool in the movies!"
"So, are you going to Shoujocon?" Duet sighed, brushing away his excuse.
"Yeah, I checked out their web site! They're gonna have the US World premier of "Return of the Magnificent Student of the Legendary Seven Deadly Chinese Dragon Masters… " He grasped both sides of his sando-gasa- "…versus the Shaolin Ninjas…" –and pulled it down, disappearing beneath it. "-ON FIRE!"
Duet picked up the hat and turned it over a few times, inspecting it. With a look of confusion, she turned to the camera. "I'm sorry, Treize….but ever since he saw 'Dances With Drunken Ninjas' he's been such a show-off!"
Outside, the braided girl sat against the trunk of a tree, reading to herself.
"Now that the million-strong Berserker-Chobits army had been decimated… the jubilant crowd of Battle Athletes… cheered their savior Tori… as she descended triumphantly from her Gundam."
A pigeon cooed.
Tori smiled and walked up to Duet as 'Tori Yuki Ichimura: Fanfic Writer' flashed across the bottom. "So what do you think of my latest chapter? Isn't it, like ,really cool?"
"Uh, yeah, sure…" Duet said sarcastically.
"Have you gotten to the part where everybody dies…?"
"Not yet!"
A pigeon, probably the same one, cooed.
"Whoopsies! Sorry about that. I read your e-mail last night. Shoujocon sounds really great! It'll give me a chance to meet all of my fans!" Tori grinned.
A giraffe dies. ((Duo: There was a random sound clip of a giraffe dying from the South Park movie))
"Yeah… All ONE of them," Duet whispered.
Tori walks off, narrating the rest of the chapter to herself. "And then Tori single-handedly gathered all seven Dragon balls to summon Shenlong to wish everybody back to life…"
"So there you are."
"Huh?" Duet turned to the right and saw a pair of brown khakis.
"Guess what! I've almost finished my Ah! My Goddess costume!" The camera moved up to show Quatre grinning. Across the bottom of the screen it read 'Quatre R. Winner: Bishounen Fan'. "Oh, I hope I can have it ready in time for Shoujocon!"
Duet stood up and brushed herself off, discreetly tossing Tori's latest chapter into a near-by stream. "Oh, well, uh, maybe you'll meet a nice boyfriend at the con!"
Quatre frowned. "Listen, there's NOTHING wrong with appreciating cute boys in Sailor Scout uniforms, and girl anime costumes are much prettier and more elaborate than the guys'. But how many times do I have to tell you…?" His eyebrow twitched and he pinched her cheek. "I'M NOT GAY!"
"Yeah, sure, right…"
"Coo," said the pigeon.
Duo: I hate those pigeons …
Wu Fei: Don't worry. Justice will be served…
Tori: Why did I have to be Richard…?
All: *blink at Tori as if it is not blatantly obvious*