Disclaimer:I don't own Gravitation, but I DO own my pride...(I hope)...The rightful owner of all the legal jazz is Tokyopop, Rightstuff(I hate them),Maki herself,etc.
Authors Note: This was my first fanfic, and I like my other one much better. But since 1 person asked what comes next, I shallhonor them...
PLEASE review...I don't want to keep this up for nothing...
Fan-Fic Attack!-Chapter 2-Maki Kicks Yuki's Ass
At that moment, the manga-ka of Gravitation, Maki Murakami burst into the house. "Are you dissing my series again you little pretty-boy? You don't fricken' appreciate the fame I gave you!" The woman was so obviously pissed.
"You think making me…uh…do inappropriate things to another guy-younger and smaller than me-is going to make me happy? And its not even…right looking. You're a twisted bitch."
"And all the screaming girls in Japan, Canada, Germany, America, da da da da da da are all wrong? You think that them screaming you and my little Shindou's names is wrong? You're an idiot. A block-headed insensitive idiot. Mind you that is the way you were made to be. Haha. You look so cute together. At least me and several other millions think so."
"You think gay is sexy?"
"Well…duh." Maki stared at her imperfect creation with a blank expression. "It seems to sell really well these days…"
"Oh ma God! What about all the young girls reading all of this crap! Like oh my god woman! Did you ever even pay attention! Take volume two for example! Did you even pay attention to the fricken' plot? I mean-I had to…like…molest that kid! It should be called, uh, Crapitation: Volume Poo" Eiri was fuming because of his boss's stupidity.
Maki just grinned. "It doesn't even show anything, settle! Oh, and by the by, that is the reason there's age ratings."
"Well…still!" Yuki struggled to find a comeback. "That crap shouldn't be viewed by…viewed by…anyone!"
"Whatever you say, bi-shi." Maki said as she strolled out of the room.
" I'm not a bi-shi, bitch! Don't call me that." Yuki screamed. He stood there, angry. This was not a time for sighing. No, this was a time for revenge. Or something equally as stress relieving.