SILLY
A Flame of Recca Fanfic.
No authorization was injured in the making of this fanfic.
Uzumaki Naruto stood in the middle of the room. He pulled two fingers up to his face, and yelled an incantation. The room was filled with smoke, and in his place, stood a playboy bunny type ladies. He lowered his hands, asked:
"What do you think?"
The group he was addressing this question to looked at him in amusement. This group was the Ku group. They sat behind a long table, mostly indulging this young boy, wearing amused grins and disinterested stares. Well, almost. One was looking at the playboy Bunnie image with frank slobbering. A cute girl, standing behind one of them, a bishonen with one eye hidden behind long hair, smacked him on the head, with a hearty, "Hentei, Fujimaru."
And the bishonen, and near everyone else, sweat dropped.
"Um, Mr. Uzumaki.." the bish, or Saicho, as he was known, began.
"Look!", said Naruto, anxious to prove himself, and not all that bright, "I can do other tricks!"
He then proceeded to do the multiple copies trick, and surrounded the Ku group. Copies of himself, I should add, and not the playboy Bunnie trick.
"Hmmm.." said the older, severely muscled bald man, "That trick would come in mighty handy."
Saicho sweat dropped, as did the other man present, a tall thin man, with a loony haircut, and another, a tall, round fellow. Fujimaru, meanwhile, mumbled.
"I can't ever get no fun..," and the girl smacked him again.
"Master Kukai..," said the thin man.
"I'm not serious, Daikoku," the bald man said.
And the peanut gallerie sighed.
"See! I can be a asset to your group!" Naruto yelled, pulling the copies back, and doing sentai poses. The Ku group sweat dropped again.
"I wish," said Minamio, the last person present here, "we could get thru one of these stories without someone doing that."
"This author," said the girl, who name happened to be Misora, "must think that kind of thing is funny."
"Well, I'm not laughing," muttered Daikoku.
"Hey! I'm trying to audition here!" yelled Naruto, pointing at the lot.
"We're sorry, Mr. Uzumaki, but team Ku has no need for ninjas," said Saicho, folding paper into a shape, and not doing it well. Naruto blinked.
"But.. I'm a Hokage! I'm as ninja as they come!"
"Well, go audition for them," suggested Kukai, picking at his nose, The other looked steadfastly at anything else. Naruto got red, and seemed poised to jump thru the wall.
"I did. They aren't hiring either!"
"Well, we're sorry, Mr. Uzumaki," said Saicho, smiling gently, and not at all sympathetically.
"They said I was from the wrong era, and the wrong series!"
"Thank you."
"I'm a Hokage! I don't need this!"
"Thank you," said Kukai.
"I'm on tv, and that's all that matters!"
"Thank you," said Saicho again.
"I'll be more popular then you losers could ever be!"
"Thank you," saicho said again, more forcefully.
Naruto gave a very impolite gesture, and proceeded to walk out the wall. Not the door, mind you, he walked straight thru the wall, leaving a naruto shaped hole in it. Misaro growled.
The Ku group talked among themselves, then saicho asked:
"So.. Is there anyone else for us to see?"
Misaro consulted her clipboard, pulled a sheet up, said:
"Yes.. There's the Uruha Jyushinshun"
"Huh," said Fujimaru lazily, "Didn't expect the Uruha.."
The others glared at him.
At that moment, on cue, the group of not-quite ten bust in, and the Oto girls started doing there sentai poses again. The Ku sweat dropped yet again.
"Twice in one story," Minamio muttered.
"Nobody expects," Kurei yelled, clenching his teeth, "The Uruha Jyushinshun!"
He paused, and glared at the assembled group some more.
"Our weapons are fear! That's all! Just fear!"
"What's Glen Danzig got to do with this?" asked Minamio, just before Daikoku smacked him upside the head, and said, "What about surprise?"
"Oh, all right! Surprise and fear!"
"And," said Fujimaru, "Ruthlessness.."
"Shut-up!"
"Alright! Enemies of the uruha! You have one last chance of ridding yourself of my scorn! Reject the sacrilege of the Hokage, and join us, two last chances, then you may live, and, three last chances, you have three last chances!"
The Ku blinked. finally, Saicho raised his hand, asked, "Uh, Kurei-san.. could you repeat that?"
And Saicho got a glare from everyone present.
A room far away, mercifully, from the last scene.
Mori Koran, his eyes looking in the exact opposite direction, walks into shot.
"Alright, stop it, that's silly. I've noticed a tendency for this story to get silly!"
The Ku group, still siting at their table.
"You only just noticed?" Daioku yelled, as the other glared into camera.
"Stop that!" Mori Koran yelled. This outburst succeeded in putting a little color into his face, and was thus not a bad thing.
"As I was saying.. Look, nobody likes a good laugh more then me. Well, except for that bastard son. And my wife. And that kid's assassin group. And the rival bunch. And that cute healing.. er, I mean, that damned healing girl."
The Hokage group.
They look sick. Recca puts an arm around Yanagi, who is looking less then healthy.
"But, that's not the point! Look, why can't this story have a nice descent scene in it, like some kind of Dragon ball Z thing?"
Freeza stands on the planet Namick. In front of him, are his red-shirt-type minions.
"Right, men! Camp it-up!" Freeza yells.
The men start marching in formation, saying in unison:
"My, goodness me, I am in a bad temper today all right, two three, damn, damn, two three, I am vexed an ratty, two three, hoping mad"
"Ohh, get her! Whoops! I've got you number ducky. You couldn't afford me, dear. Two, three. I'd scratch your eyes out. Don't come the SuperSayijin bit with us, dear, we know where you've been, you monkey fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls, the Ginyu just minced in with that dolly color Zarbon, two, three, oooh-hoo!"
Mori Koran suddenly pops up again.
"Alright stop that! It's silly!" he considers, "And rather suspect too."
And, mercifully, this bit ends here.
Hope you like. I've finally (somewhat) got over that writers block I had, and this is the result. Now, if it's worth getting over the block, I can't say.
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