Ahhh… the wonders of procrastination. As a note, the four main characters are me and my friends. This is being told from my POV. My name is Rei, my best friend is Sakura, and Shoko and Hez are two of my other friends. FYI, OCSI is one of the things I'm parodying.

Here is chapter two.

SUPERFIC

Thinking that it was all just a bad dream, the four of us decided that four am was late enough and that we should at least try sleeping. Amazingly, I was the first one out.

The first thing I noticed upon my return to consciousness was a tingling sensation in my rear end. Usually, that kind of pain only originated when I had been playing too many videogames, but I was lying on my side.

"Kyaa! It's so soft!" I heard Sakura cooing behind me. There was then a sharp pain and I sat up with a yelp.

"What are you doing to me?" I hollered, my brain still a bit fuzzy from sleep. Then I realized that something was amiss. True, it was Hez, Shoko and Sakura seated before me, but they all looked different somehow…

Let's see: Sakura has green eyes, brown hair and fox ears.

Hez has red eyes and stripes on her face.

Shoko has some kind of weird fishy-dragon ear things.

Nothing to big to worry about and OHMYGOD!

I scooted back, and almost tripped on something that was nested under my leg. Picking it up to examine it, I realized why my butt had been hurting when I woke up.

Sakura had been playing with my tail.

Oh god, I had a tail.

Sakura leapt across my sleeping bag and glomped me. "Rei's a yorozoku!" she cried joyfully. Well, if Ayame was supposed to be my sister, then it did make sense. But how come we hadn't changed when we first arrived?

Again, Sakura started to tweak my tail. I fixed her with a glare. "Stop that." She blushed, then put it down and inched over to Shoko.

We got dressed, headed downstairs for some lunch, and decided to venture out into this new world. Of course, we didn't even think about the consequences of being absent from our own dimension.

Then again, there was nothing to worry about. By entering this dimension, we had forced our counterparts into our dimension. I can only imagine the surprise they felt upon waking up and finding themselves human. But that's a different story.

Once outside, we stood around for a minute, trying to decide where to go.

"Well," ventured Shoko, "since we're in a fanfic universe, we might as well go to the mall."

"Shoko, that is the most clichéd event ever," Hez mumbled, rubbing her eyes groggily.

"Any better ideas?" she retorted.

So it was decided. The mall. In an unexplainable twist of fate, we knew exactly where to go, and it was only a five minute walk away from "my" very boring suburban house.

And in all truth, this mall was identical to every other mall I've been to.

So, being otaku geeks, we decided to hit up Hot Topic.

Once inside, we found a massive Invader Zim merchandise display. So far, so good. And for other reasons we were unsure of, our purses were loaded with money.

Invader Zim + Fangirls + Money fun, fun times.

As we were combing over the t-shirts to see if there was any other kind of anime merchandise, we felt the presence of someone behind us.

"Excuse me, ladies? Can I help you?" spoke a very smooth, male voice.

We turned around and were greeted by a black-haired clerk with thick-frame glasses. He was dressed in a tight black-and-purple shirt, with black pants and black converse shoes. His right arm was loaded, almost up to the elbow, with black and purple (and a few blue) wrist bands.

Sakura, who was on the other side of the rack looking over some cute lacey tank tops, paled and put her face in her hands. "Oh god, Emo Miroku…" she mumbled, almost inaudibly.

Miroku the Hot Topic sales clerk leaned in a little closer. "You know," he began, "we have a sale on thongs today…"

Suddenly, a black platform boot flew across the store and hit him in the head. "PERVERT!" screamed a voice we all recognized. Our heads whipped to the left and saw Sango and Kagome.

Well, very out-of-character Sango and Kagome.

Sango was dressed in a white tank top and loose jeans. There was a chain or two, but most noticeable was her bag. If that thing had one more punk rock button or patch on it, I do believe it would have been given a life on its own, speak with a fake British accent, and attempt to grow a Mohawk.

Sango's hair had also been streaked pink, and around her neck was a studded collar. Her arms were also covered in bracelets and wrist bands, but not to the degree as Miroku.

Obviously, the boot had come from Kagome. Kagome, in this situation, was a goth. Or rather, a recently converted Gosurori… Gothic Lolita. She honestly looked like she had taken an entire bolt of grey lace and then wrapped it around herself. That, and she looked dead, from what I attributed to make-up.

Now, I have friends who are punk and Gosurori, but… Sango and Kagome?

Apparently, the three I was with felt the same way. "Gah…" mumbled Hez as we left. "Too many bad stereotypes!"

"It burns…" agreed Shoko. "Maybe we'll have better luck in the food court?"

There were four nods, and we headed for the food court. But on our way there, we had to pass the dreaded Abercrombie and Fitch.

As we walked past, Sakura's pace slowed, and then stopped altogether.

Hez turned around. "Come on, you don't really want to go in THERE, do you?"

Sakura's only reply was a dreamy incoherent babble. Figuring there must be something in there worth looking at, we went to her side and stared at what she was staring at.

Abercrombie model. Sexy pose. Shirtless. Sesshomaru.

Well, at least fate didn't hate us entirely.

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Yes! A chance to express my rage a stereotypes and bad fanfiction! All in one go!

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