Fantaji
Sora stared "goo-goo" eyed at the TV screen as it showed a full scroll of a blonde video game character in a skimpy outfit, drool spilling out of his mouth. "Y. R. P. In position. It's show time, girls." She said in to a small microphone on her shirt.
He squealed. "Oh, Rikku…" He sighed.
One would say he had an obsession. A HUGE obsession.
With Rikku, from Final Fantasy X. Or, rather, X-2. He said her outfit was hotter.
Of course it was. To him, anyway.
"That's right! Kick that guy's ass!" Sora shouted as he punched the air, watching Rikku completely beat up one of the guards.
Let's see. This was his tenth time starting a new game. He's already beaten it nine times.
Nine.
In two months.
That's how sad it was.
"I wish I could totally meet her." He said with a sigh. "She is so hot."
Let's take a look at his room, shall we?
Posters of Rikku were plastered on the wall. Computer printed pictures were tacked up and scattered about the room. Several different action figures of Rikku decorated shelves. His bed sheets had the three main characters, Yuna, Rikku, and Paine, but his pillow was all Rikku. He even had a life size poster of her. He, uh… did things to it.
Bad things.
Things I can't mention.
Hello! Does rated teen mean anything to you?
Let's also look at his main game's stats.
Rikku was total pwnage to everything.
She sat on ALL their heads.
Then the power suddenly went out. Sora looked outside and frowned.
It was storming.
"Dammit!" He shouted. Of all the rotten luck. But then he looked over at the life size Rikku.
He was going to have fun tonight.
The end!
(A/N: For those who, uh… don't know. Fantaji means Fantasy.)