A/N: Okay…it took me awhile. Anyway, I did this chapter somewhat differently. Meaning, there is no interview in this chapter. Interviews are not the only important features of an award show. This is the shortest of all the chapters….I now realize. ;. Sorry for that. But I couldn't really think of what else to add to this chapter. I hope it isn't too odd and mind the bad grammar and such. I didn't really intend for this story to be well written. It's mostly based on speech. Be nice please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED. If I did, well I really don't know anymore.
NOTE: Interviewer and audiences actions are in intalics.
Pchu turns to look at Athrun. She smiles evilly at him and moves even closer.
Athrun noticed her advancing on him and raised his eyebrows wondering what she could possibly want with him.
Pchu stops when she was no less than 10 inches away from him. She smiles at him.
He smiles back at her nervously. He really had no clue what was about to happen.
"So," She began. "Athrun Zala is it not?"
"Uh, yes." He lifts his hand to wipe a string of blue hair out of his eyes.
"Yes, well my name is Pchu and I'm a reporter. I don't know if you heard of me or not."
"Well, not really. I don't deal with too many reporters." He eyes her suspiciously, but it goes unnoticed. He's really good at hiding his emotions.
"Well then…"
"AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME BACK TO OUR FIRST EVER ANIME AWARDS SHOW!" The host, or THE BOSS (whichever you prefer to call him), said through the microphone.
"Sorry, but I must return to my seat if you'll excuse me." Athrun leaves in a hurry down the aisle to return to his seat.
"Darn it!" Pchu said to herself. "Why is it so hard to get an interview from that guy?" But the wheels were turning in her head as she smiled in satisfaction. Oh yes, Pchu was getting an idea.
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The boss looked over the crowed of many Gundam SEED/Destiny fans and stars. He was in a very good mood and was savoring the moment for having successfully advertised this event.
"OUR FIRST CATEGORY FOR THIS EVENING IS….." He spoke into the mike. He looked behind him to the large screen hanging overhead of the stage. It started counting down from five and the chatter in the audience died down.
"BEST DEATH SCENE IN BATTLE. AND THE NOMINEES ARE…." He pulled out a list of paper, all though it wasn't really necessary since the names were displayed on the projection overhead.
"NICOL AMARFI…"
Two Gundams were pursuing of each other in battle. One facing off the other. Two men trying to settle out their difference as they tried to figure out the meaning of all this fighting. But a third Gundam leaps into the scene. The pilot shouted "Athrun!" And the other pilot reacted to his actions, grabbing his beam savor and slicing it through the cockpit of the third Gundam. "Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
"NICOL!"
Applause.
"TOLLE KOENING…"
The same two Gundams from the previous showing where battling each other head on. A skygrasper comes flying by with the pilot set on helping that of the one getting thrashed by the other. "KIRA!" He shouted. He fires at the red Gundam which dodges the attack. The Gundam turns around and flings its shield at the skygrasper making contact with it. "Aah….aah…aaaaaaah!"
"NO! TOLLE!"
Applause.
"MWU LA FLAGA…"
A broken down Gundam floats in the debris of space in the heat of battle. The pilot transmits his request to return to its mother ship, the Archangel. Another ship appears in the distance and squares of with the Archangel. A beam is fired and there's no room for them to turn. The broken down Gundam flies in from nowhere and positions itself in front of the cockpit holding up its shield. "You see, I told you I can make the impossible possible!" White flash of light and a broken helmet is seen floating in the debris of the destroyed Gundam.
Applause.
"AND….RAU LA CRUESET!"
A Gundam and a mobile suit are battling it out to the very end. A masked guy acknowledges his views on war and people to his opponent. He slices and dices that multi-winged Gundam and continues to express his views. A close-up of raging violet eyes and an explosion occurs in the background. The multi-winged Gundam thrusts forwards and jams its savor into the cockpit of the masked man's mobile suit. The man's mask cracks as a smile appears on his face in revelation. A massive, massive white beam emerges from the humongous structure in the background and comes into contact with the mobile suit just as the Gundam disengages itself from it.
Applause.
"BOO!"
crickets chirp
"Uh, yeah." The boss said in response. He signaled the bodyguards to have the person dragged out of the room.
"AND THE WINNER IS…." He opens up an envelope and reads from it. "MWU LA FLAGA!"
The audience starts clapping and cheering for the first winner of the night's first category. Mwu La Flaga gets up and bows to his adoring fans. The girls fall over screaming. He sweeps his hair out of his eye and Murrue rolls her eyes. He walked down the aisle and up to the stage. A person dressed up in a miniature Freedom Gundam costume comes out from backstage carrying a silver halo on a podium. The person hands it over to Mwu and then leaves the stage.
Mwu walks up to the mike and the spotlight is directed onto him. Many people in the audience gasped. His handsome features were disrupted by the big bluish bruise below his left eye. Apparently, Waltfeld didn't let him get away without hit free.
"Ahem….Thank you to all my adoring fans who've voted for me." He smiled and showed his pearly white teeth. The girls in the audience swooned. "I wouldn't have gotten this award if it wasn't for you. And, of course none of this would have been possible if I hadn't convinced the director to allow me to make up my own dying speech." He paused for dramatization. "But I'm sure my charm would have been member able enough."
"Uh…Mwu your time is up." The boss said. Technically he was getting tired of Mwu's big-headedness.
"Uh…right, well I'm sorry but I must go now. But not without leaving you all with these words." He paused once more and the Boss rolled his eyes….along with Murrue. "I told you I could make the impossible possible." He wasn't the only one quoting the lines for all his fan girls were reciting them as well.
Applause…and screams from his adoring fans.
Mwu walked off the stage smiling as wide as he could.
"OKAY. WE WOULD HEAD OUT TO OUR NEXT CATEGORY BUT THE LENGTHY SPEECH HAD RUN US SHORT. WHEN WE GET BACK WE WILL ANNOUNCE THE WINNERS FOR BEST DRESS AND MOST LIKELY TO EAT ONIONS!"
Applause.
The Boss whipped his forehead as he walked off and went behind stage. "Oh, that Mwu is an annoying git." He sighed.
"Uh…sir?"
"What is it?" He asked irritably to one of his staff.
"Well…uh…you see….P-Pchu."
"Pchu? What about her?" He was starting to get that terrible feeling in his stomach.
"Well…th-this is h-her….time to inter…v-view stars….but…."
"SPILL IT!"
"We can't find her sir." The staff looked down in shame.
"WHAT? WE NEED HER TO DO THE INTERVIEWS DURING AND AFTER THE SHOW!"
"We….k-know sir," he took a deep breath, "But we can't find her anywhere."
"Dammit." The Boss muttered to himself. "How much time?"
"Three minutes." The staff refers to his watch.
The Boss nodded and walked off even further off backstage. He figured that she was in one of the dressing rooms goofing off again. He opened door after door as fast as he could as time drew nearer for the commercials to end. Then, which much dread in his gut, he came upon his own dressing room. He hesitated and put his hand on the knob. He breathed in deeply and swung the door open. He peered inside: nothing. He sighed. "Well, at least I know she's not goofing off in here."
WHACK.
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"Thirty seconds until show time, where's the Boss?"
"No, idea. Whatever he's up to he needs to get back on stage."
"AND NOW LADIES AND GENTS, WELCOME BACK TO OUR FIRST ANNUAL ANIME AWARDS SHOW!"
Applause.
"Shoot….where is he?"
"Maybe it's a part of the act."
But back on stage no one was there and the audience had started to chatter amongst themselves.
"Uh…shouldn't there be someone up there?"
"I don't know. Maybe they asked for more commercial time."
"Who cares, it was starting to bore me anyway." A still irritated Yzak stated some few seats away from the last person to speak.
"AND NOW LADIES AND GENTS. I HOPE THAT YOU ALL ARE READY FOR OUR NEXT CATEGORY!"
"Finally!"
"No…wait a minute." One of the staffs was staring at the monitor wearily. "That didn't sound like the Boss."
"What are you talking…?"
"LOOK!"
The second guy looked at the monitor more closely and his mouth dropped opened. "You're kidding?"
"Nope…" The staff member shook his head in resignation. "It's her alright."
"We're doomed." The second member said as he leaned back into his seat throwing his hands up in the air.
Meanwhile, the audience where having the exact same expressions on their faces and where endlessly chatting.
"SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE, BUT THE HOST, THE BOSS, HAS HAD A LITTLE….SHALL WE SAY ACCIDENT. SO I SHALL TAKE OVER FROM NOW. MEET YOUR NEW HOST FOR TONIGHT'S SHOW…..PCHU!"
"Oh no not her!" Yzak shouted in disgust.
A/N: Well, that's the end. Hoped you liked it. Hope it wasn't too boring or bland or not understandable. I want to thank all who reviewed my last chapter. I'm sure I sent you all a reply message. Please review this chapter as well, whether it be good or bad, I'd really appreciate it and would like to know that someone out there is reading it.
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