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Party from Hell
By Nanaki BH
Now, you may be like "hey, Shuichi, you like parties, right"? Sure, I love parties! I go to parties all the time. I go for cake, I go for gifts, I go for good friends and only sometimes do I go for a drink. I absolutely do not go to visit with authors. Why in the world would I go to a party for that? Then you may be like "yeah, who would go to a party for that"? I'll tell you who: Yuki. My good old Yuki is an author, and like most authors, he's invited to boring dinner parties and get-togethers with his fellow top chart authors. There are, of course, people higher on the charts than him there and it displeases him greatly. He loves to go to those parties to try to act better than them. Sometimes he doesn't want to go at all in fear of embarrassment in front of them. I know that's his reasoning even if he doesn't tell me. He hasn't come home yet. I've just been sitting on the couch watching anime and eating ramen. He's off at some office in some big building talking about something with an important someone. That's how he explains it to me. Either that or that's the way I heard it. When I got up to get my cooling ramen I noticed a letter on the table in front of me. I've seen them numerous times. They're the letters that I dread, letters that I hope would come less than they do. I must have read it over and over in disbelief.
Not another!
I shook my head in solemn defeat. I was holding in my hands an invitation to another party. Not just any party like the others, it was an outdoor cook-out. Hopefully Yuki would turn this one down. He wasn't good with the outdoors. He doesn't like mosquitoes. Besides, how will I get around the party with a broken toe? Ah, I must have forgotten to tell you. I broke my toe in some freak accident. Okay, not really. I just like to make it sound worse than it actually is. Hey, if it makes me feel better...
Anyway, Yuki told me there were some really weird people out side a few days ago. He said the lady looked like she was wearing a space suit and the dude looked like a rapper or something so I came flying out of our room and smacked my leg right into a wall. It must have been a cruel way to wake me up. I was screaming my head off. It was quite a touching moment though. He came running to me almost as fast as my foot hit the wall. He was holding me while I cried and stuff. I wanted to keep crying just to stay in his arms. He's real sweet when he wants to be. He took me to the doctor. He said it must just be a fracture, but it hurts like all holy hell. So to me it's completely shattered and broken. What I love is the buddy tape. The toe that's broken is the one on the left, right next to my pinky toe. He took that toe and taped it to the one right of it. It's called buddy tape! I think it's so adorable! So now I've been hobbling all over the house like some kind of cripple. It took me a few minutes just to get to the kitchen to get my ramen.
And so sums up why I don't want to go...
Let's hope for the best. Cross your fingers.
Author's Notes: I currently have a broken toe. My toe is broken for the same reason. XD Yes, they're going to the party. Why else would I have named it that? I went to a real crappy party for all my dad's friends at work. All the people were so exaggerated that I thought it was great material for a fanfic. I know that chapter was short, but that's because it's like a prologue thing. Any extra ideas would be greatly appreciated. I hope you like it so far!
Party from Hell
By Nanaki BH
Now, you may be like "hey, Shuichi, you like parties, right"? Sure, I love parties! I go to parties all the time. I go for cake, I go for gifts, I go for good friends and only sometimes do I go for a drink. I absolutely do not go to visit with authors. Why in the world would I go to a party for that? Then you may be like "yeah, who would go to a party for that"? I'll tell you who: Yuki. My good old Yuki is an author, and like most authors, he's invited to boring dinner parties and get-togethers with his fellow top chart authors. There are, of course, people higher on the charts than him there and it displeases him greatly. He loves to go to those parties to try to act better than them. Sometimes he doesn't want to go at all in fear of embarrassment in front of them. I know that's his reasoning even if he doesn't tell me. He hasn't come home yet. I've just been sitting on the couch watching anime and eating ramen. He's off at some office in some big building talking about something with an important someone. That's how he explains it to me. Either that or that's the way I heard it. When I got up to get my cooling ramen I noticed a letter on the table in front of me. I've seen them numerous times. They're the letters that I dread, letters that I hope would come less than they do. I must have read it over and over in disbelief.
Not another!
I shook my head in solemn defeat. I was holding in my hands an invitation to another party. Not just any party like the others, it was an outdoor cook-out. Hopefully Yuki would turn this one down. He wasn't good with the outdoors. He doesn't like mosquitoes. Besides, how will I get around the party with a broken toe? Ah, I must have forgotten to tell you. I broke my toe in some freak accident. Okay, not really. I just like to make it sound worse than it actually is. Hey, if it makes me feel better...
Anyway, Yuki told me there were some really weird people out side a few days ago. He said the lady looked like she was wearing a space suit and the dude looked like a rapper or something so I came flying out of our room and smacked my leg right into a wall. It must have been a cruel way to wake me up. I was screaming my head off. It was quite a touching moment though. He came running to me almost as fast as my foot hit the wall. He was holding me while I cried and stuff. I wanted to keep crying just to stay in his arms. He's real sweet when he wants to be. He took me to the doctor. He said it must just be a fracture, but it hurts like all holy hell. So to me it's completely shattered and broken. What I love is the buddy tape. The toe that's broken is the one on the left, right next to my pinky toe. He took that toe and taped it to the one right of it. It's called buddy tape! I think it's so adorable! So now I've been hobbling all over the house like some kind of cripple. It took me a few minutes just to get to the kitchen to get my ramen.
And so sums up why I don't want to go...
Let's hope for the best. Cross your fingers.
Author's Notes: I currently have a broken toe. My toe is broken for the same reason. XD Yes, they're going to the party. Why else would I have named it that? I went to a real crappy party for all my dad's friends at work. All the people were so exaggerated that I thought it was great material for a fanfic. I know that chapter was short, but that's because it's like a prologue thing. Any extra ideas would be greatly appreciated. I hope you like it so far!