To the reviewers:

Sakura-chan: You are very welcome for keeping you sane-ly insane. But is that state of mind really legal:P

Terra-san: I shall keep your suggestion in mind. ;)

Rose-san: (is glomped) XP :33 I'm glad you "LOVE" the story; now I may sleep at night. :D And scroll down to the Onigiri Notes section to hear about reviewers being in the fic.

Hitokiri-san: Thanks for the review! Oh, and here's your head back. I found it snoring under my computer chair. :)

Angel-san: Yes, Whose Line is the funniest "game show" on the planet. I used to look around the site for any Whose Line fics with my favorite anime characters, but it was like, "What the hell? This has nothing to do with the anime, they just basically changed the actors' names to the character's names!" And thus, this story was born. It's okay, a lot of people cry after hearing it. :P

Cracker-san: Wow! That's a lot of reading all in one day! And I shall convert your bagillion points into kisses and give them to Sora and Riku right away! XD

Thank you all for the comments! (heart-heart)

ONIGIRI NOTES:

Okay, people have wanted to be in the story, and I was planning on it, but would that be considered interactive? Just to be on the safe side, I don't think I'll have any of my reviewers in the actual story. Gomen nasai!

CHAPTER SIX The Race

"We. . .lost. . .our. . .privileges. . .?" Onigiri seethed with raging anger.

"Wait a minute. . ." Tsukasa thought aloud, tapping a finger against his chin. "What if we all went to argue in court and fight for the set back?"

"Waiiiiiii!" Onigiri tackled the silver-haired Wave Master in a cannibalistic glomp. "Thank you for the completely unexpected plot twist, Tsukasa-kun!"

"AHEM," Mimiru coughed with a hint of jealousy. "What about the plot we already had? We can't just go changing the whole point of the story suddenly. We're supposed to be playing Whose Line; it's even in the title!"

"Well. . .we could still play the games while on our way to the courthouse. . ." Toboe shrugged sheepishly as he voiced his opinion.

"Waii! An even BETTER idea!" Onigiri shoved Tsukasa to the ground and the red-headed okami became her new glomp-victim.

Seconds later. . .

"Okay. . So let's see where we should be headed first." The authoress unrolled a large, extensive map of wherever the hell they were, took out a red Sharpie, and carefully traced the long, winding roads that led to the closet courthouse nearby, thinking out loud as she worked. "Hmm. . . If we started off on the 59, then took a right on 46 to cut through the woods, with a shortcut onto 73. . .we just may get there in one piece!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" they all cheered excitedly. Then, Sora crouched down low in a sprinting position.

"Last one there has to watch nothing but crappy, dubbed anime for a moooooooooooooonth. . .!" he yelled as he took off running down the narrow, city road, cars honking and beeping angrily while he leaped gaily (both terms can be used :3) from one hood to the next.

Everyone was suddenly still as stone, faces pale. "We must beat him. . ." Onigiri said.

They all then huddled together like an American football team, everyone placing a hand in the middle of the circle of them, one on top of the other.

"One. . . Two. . . Three!"

"FOR JAPANESE ANIME!" they all shouted in unison, hands thrown up into the air, and took off running after the giddy Player Killer.

. . .A few minutes later, everyone was completely out of breath, hands and tongues practically dragging across the ground as they panted in time to the beads of sweat pouring down their faces. "How far have we gone so far. . .?" Mimiru gasped out to the authoress, bags of skin hanging down from her eyes onto the ground, as well.

The girl checked her map. "Six feet."

". . .And how many more left. . .?"

"5,928. ."

Mimiru, Tsukasa, and Toboe all groaned.

"But wait. . ." Onigiri said in a suspicious tone, suddenly stopping and slowly turning around to the others with an evil smile. "Little Toboe-kun is a wolf, right. . .?"

Mimiru, Tsukasa, and Onigiri sat happily with faces of ":3" as they were pulled along by a muzzled and chained okami-form Toboe on a handmade sled they had whipped up from old cardboard and metal pipes that were graciously given to them by some strangers in a back alley kicking an elderly lady screaming for help.

"You know, I feel kinda bad for not helping that old lady. . ." Tsukasa muttered.

All of a sudden, the sled poofed to rubble. "Great," Onigiri growled. "Now you jinxed us with your 'morality'. . ."

"Sorry. . ;.;"

"Well- (pant)-" Toboe spoke up, trying to catch his breath. "We could always- (pant)- catch a bus." He then collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

Mimiru crossed her arms with a scowl. "I need more lines. . ."

A few minutes later, the gang sauntered down to the terminal for a bus schedule. Every one of them somehow managed to stride a whole five feet while keeping a "cool" presence and everything was going their way – even the sun shone off them perfectly!

Being a brave one, Onigiri took the lead and suavely made her way to the bored-looking girl behind the counter. "Excuse me, miss, but what time does the 12:00 bus arrive. . .?" (you seriously didn't think they could pull it off for long, didja?)

The girl's tedious glare became even more pissed-off-at-the-world. "Take a wild guess," she replied monotonously. "But don't risk pulling a brain muscle, 'cause you just missed it, anyway." She slowly lifted a hand and pointed outside.

"HUH?" Onigiri spun around and barely caught a glimpse of the said bus speeding right past the empty stop.

"And the next one doesn't arrive until three hours."

"Sic 'im, Toboe-"

"Wait!" Mimiru hastily interrupted. "We're already going to court. Do you really want more crap held against us?"

A beat of anxious silence.

Onigiri slumped her shoulders and sighed. "Fine. . ."

"Good. Then let's play a round of Ninety-second Alphabet while we wait:33"

Sitting in a dark, grimy corner of the terminal with flies randomly buzzing about and which most people tend to go out of their way to stay clear from, a shaggy, three-toothed hobo smiles. "Welcome to Whose Line, everybody! We've got a great show for you this. . .noon. . .but first let's introduce all these big-eyed, weird-hair funny people! Will work for food, it's Onigiri!"

"Will work for food, it's Toboe!"

"Will work for food, it's Tsukasa!"

"And will work for food, it's- WAHHHHH!"

Onigiri konks him in the head and swipes the microphone away, then scurries back to the others. "Yeah, anyway, here's how the game works: we'll start with "A" and so-and-so will need to say a sentence starting with that letter. Then, the next person will start his or her sentence with "B", the next person with "C", and so on until we go all around the alphabet and get back to our original starting point, all in 90 seconds. The scene is we're all trapped at the bottom of a well, and all we have to save us is a Grunty – now, let's get to it!"

"Anyone wanna try listening to me next time I say, "That's not a well that will take us back to the Feudal Era". . .?" Mimiru asked with a dismal face.

Tsukasa sputtered out, "But - But they're both gray! ;.;"

"Color is the same for all wells, Tsukasa. . ." Onigiri rolled her eyes.

Toboe shot an accusing finger toward the authoress. "Donuts have holes like wells, but they're BROWN! Explain that!"

Onigiri stared at him, unblinking, for a moment, then dropped her head with slumped shoulders. "Fuck."

"Good comeback," Mimiru mumbled sarcastically, shaking her head in pity.

"How are we ever going to get out of here? ;.;" Tsukasa wailed.

Toboe's head suddenly perks up. "Is that a Grunty I hear. .?"

"Just sounds like long, gruff wheezing coming from a short and pudgy boar-like animal found in The World, to me," Onigiri replied. Everyone stared at her blankly.

Mimiru then spoke up, "Know what? Lots of people may think you're one of the most hilarious parody writers on this site, but that doesn't me you can get away with corny jokes."

"Mimiru, keep your focus on the task at hand – somehow using the Grunty to help us escape from this hellhole!" the authoress hastily exclaimed.

"Noose!" Toboe blurted out. "One of us will hang the Grunty, and then we all shall devour its luscious meat – our body fat growing and growing until we BLAST out of the well!"

"Phooey, the one day I leave my noose at home. . ." Onigiri muttered.

"Quincy was John Adams's middle name," Mimiru stated matter-of-factly.

Tsukasa's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Shut up and help me teach this Grunty how to fly, so we can get outta here!" Onigiri growled.

Toboe arched an eyebrow. "They've talked of pigs flying, but Grunties?"

"Ugly little things Grunties are, though – I don't wanna see them flying about every time I walk outside." Mimiru stuck her tongue out in disgust.

Tsukasa sighed. "Venice, Italy would have been a much safer place to live. . ."

"Wait, isn't that the place built on top of 117 islands and could possibly sink someday?" Toboe asked.

"Xylophone players should dedicate a song of mourning to that poor city. . ." Tsukasa replied sadly.

"Yo, is anyone up there that can take me away from these people?" Onigiri frantically shouted to the sky.

Mimiru simply sat down with a solemn face. "Zeus, help us, it seems like we'll be trapped down here forever. . . ."

And, conveniently, 90 seconds in the real world is actually 3 hours in fanfiction.

"Attention, everyone!" the intercom blared. "The next bus should be arriving in five minutes!"

So Onigiri, Mimiru, Tsukasa, and Toboe all hopped onto the 3:00 bus.

"Well, hell-o, li'l young'ns!" the driver bellowed merrily. He gave them a huge grin, eyes hidden behind thick, dark sunglasses. "Ah'm Billy Bob Bernard Brandon Bing Bang Boom, and ah be yo' blind bus drivah."

"Meep! o.o" everyone squeaked, faces white as chalk. They all stampeded back toward the door, clawing and knocking each other down in madness to get out, but it swung close, scorching red lasers surrounded it, and chains wrapped around it with a double lock a moment too soon. Solemnly, they turned back around and made their way to a seat.

"Now, this har vehicle is installed widda highly advanced safety protection device becuzza my po' eye-sight. It wu' made outta the most heaviest solid substance known t' man, which protects it fruhm any kinda accidents on da road. Unfortunately, the great weight also would cause it t' sink down in t' the darkest depths of the ocean if we ever happened t' swerve off da side o' da road and plunge in t' da city lake."

Toboe, Mimiru, and Tsukasa gulped while Onigiri meekly spoke up, "Heheheh. . Well, that would never really happen, right. . .?"

"Oh, no, o' COURSE not! Ah am a very careful driver."

Moments later. . .

The authoress, okami, and "actors" all hung onto the luggage compartments for dear life as the bus zoomed down the street, Billy Bob Bernard Brandon Bing Bang Boom controlling the steering wheel with his large feet while talking on his cell phone, eating a ham sandwich, and playing solitaire.

"BILLY, WATCH OUUUUUUT!"

"Whuh!" Caught off-guard, Billy Bob Bernard Brandom Bing Bang Boom's feet flung off the steering wheel, causing the large bus to suddenly swerve sharply to the right. . . . .

Right off the road, that is. . .

. . .and plunging into the water below.

SPLOOSH! .. glub, glub

TBC