Disclaimer: Yes, I know, you love to ruin my delusions--I don't own it. There, I said it. Are you happy now?

A/N: Here goes chapter 3. Enter the plastic obsession.

Yusuke's POV

I held my prize close; no one could be allowed to touch the sacred object except for me. My mom was not home, as usual. Probably getting drunk again. That was good. I had no obstacles to face; I could visit the shrine freely. I gripped the new, plastic covered poster harder. This was to be a holy moment at the shrine. Gingerly I sat the poster down on the table. I had to get the incense candles.

Never must anybody find the shrine. When my last shrine was discovered by my mom, I was in therapy for a week. Mental therapy. How embarrassing was that? At the time my shrine had been to rubber. Rubber was my God, until I discovered a new God. My mom would never find and tear down my new shrine. That week in therapy had scarred me. It was torture. The therapist made me relinquish my obsessive nature to rubber. But it still had a place in me. Now a new obsession reigned. Plastic.

The incense candles were small, pink, and fat. The original wrapper had said that they smelled like "fresh breeze." No matter, they were the holy candles of plastic. I grabbed the five candles, and ran upstairs. I hunted around for the lighter. The holy poster was still there, in its godly plastic wrap. I found the holy lighter.

The lighter was yellow with a small Bugs Bunny sticker on it. I had no idea how the sticker got there. Perhaps it came from my very first shrine, the sticker shrine. My mom had found that one also.

With my candles, lighter, and holy poster, I went to the shrine. In my room, I pulled the mattress off the bed. There in all its glory sat my plastic shrine. A collection of holy wrappers, bottles, and scraps of plastic. The ruling god and goddess were Michael Jackson and Brittany Spears. They were my heroes. The mister and mistress of plastic. They were truly 100 artificially made plastic human beings.

I knelt to the ground on my knees. I bowed to them. Then I put the incense candles gently around the lone poster of Michael Jackson, framing his godly image. The lighter lit the candles easily. I carefully unwrapped the holy plastic off the holy poster. The plastic wrap went into the pile of holy plastic scraps. I unrolled the poster. Now was the holy moment. The poster unfurled in all its glory! There was my goddess in the ink before me!

I bowed so fast and hard I whacked my head on the floor. A small price to pay for the glory of Brittany Spears. I kept my face to the floor as I uttered a prayer.

"Long live plastic!" I cried out. What was that smell? I sniffed the air. It smelled funny. Like plastic burning. I sat there for a while trying to figure things out.

I stood up instantly after murmuring another prayer. The shrine was on fire!

"NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed. Flames were devouring the holy posters of Brittany Spears and Michael Jackson! The flames were moving to the holy pile of plastic! One of the candles had tipped over, spreading flame. I was stunned for a second. What could I do to save my God and Goddess? A crazy thought lodged in my brain. It would work. I breathed in the smoke uncertainly. I would indeed sacrifice myself for them. I had to save them at all costs.

"NOOOO! Evil flames of Paper, take me instead of Them!" I flung myself on the flames. It was hot! I screamed in agony, but I would endure all for my deities. The flames died as I sat on them. But a small spark flew onto my wall. It instantly caught fire. I cursed. Quickly I lifted my unpure organic body off the pure artificial ones. Brittany's face had been burned badly. Michael's hand was destroyed by the evil flames. No! They couldn't die! Plastic must reign! I laughed insanely as my chest stung from the flames that I had killed.

My wall was now totally aflame, but I didn't care. I had to save my plastic shrine. I took my charred shirt off to use as a transportation system. I loaded all the holy plastic into my shirt. Then I carefully lifted Michael and Brittany off the bed, which had also caught fire.

I dashed down the stairs laughing manically. I had saved my shrine! Smoke crept around my head. I dashed outside. Gingerly I deposited my shirt and holy posters. People outside passing by me stared at me.

"What? I had to save the Mister and Mistress of Plastic!" I called out to people exasperatedly. They walked away faster. I grinned. They didn't understand, but oh they would soon. Plastic would take over the world. The only way to be saved was to worship it. I was to be saved.

I heard the scream of fire truck sirens. That reminded me. I looked up so see the whole side of my house on fire. I prayed to plastic that my mom wouldn't kill me. The fire truck pulled up to our house and the firemen jumped out. They hosed the house down with water. I clutched my plastic shrine close. Finally the fire was put out. I sighed in relief. Once again the plastic shrine would bless my toasted room with its presence.

"Yusuke! Are you alright?" I turned to see Keiko standing there, worry on her face.

"I'm fine Keiko." Keiko eyed my burnt chest and my shirt containing my shrine.

"What happened to you, Yusuke?" Keiko asked curiously.

"I saved my shrine…" I mumbled. Now my mom would take away this shrine too! The horror of therapy would befall me once again.

"Your shrine?"

"My plastic shrine," I muttered unhappily. Then my mom walked up from nowhere. She looked at me, then to Keiko's face.

At that moment a firefighter came up to my mom.

"Ma'am, I think this was the cause of the fire." The guy held up a slightly melted incense candle. It smelled so sweetly.

"Yusuke," My mom began, "Is that from another shrine?" I did not respond. She nodded; sure that it was another shrine. "I'll have to put you back in therapy Yusuke, you need help." Keiko was stunned. I bawled, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

A/N: Is it just me, or does everyone have an obsession? If you want me to write in another character that I haven't yet, review and tell me to--I'm open.