Simply Musing
By: Yamiko #7
And after the insanity that was Chapter One, I dare once again to show my face in the world of fanfiction. What, me crazy? Never...
I've also discovered that this relaxes me. Between the testpaperpapertest that is IB and the homeworkscholshipscholarshipapplicationhomework that is...well, home, this is a very welcome break. Fanfiction therapy: it's not just for squares. (Laugh) But then, I'm in IB and by definition a square, so who am I to say?
By the way, that World Lit paper, the one I said was done...I was wrong. Revision time. (Sigh) Shoot me. No, scratch that - shoot the guy that thought up the concept of the World Lit paper. I'm too young to die! n.n'
So between homework and revisions and scholarship applications and the rest of the general crap that eats the majority of my free time, I am indeed writing. Kinda.
Shall I continue?...don't answer that. I'm doing it anyway. n.n
Chapter Two: Kill the Ambiance
"I want to end that there! But I can't! Because I have to put this in there! And if I end it there there won't be any other place to put this! And I have to put this in! It's actually important to what little plot I have! But I really want to end it there! AAAAH!"
Fourth wall in one hand and instruction manual borrowed from Emu (he hadn't thought Emu even HAD a fourth wall, let alone an instruction manual) in the other, Museo sighed. "I take it you're working on Chapter Six."
"How'd you know?" Yamiko blinked. "And when did you get back?"
"Comedy never frustrates you like that," Museo replied calmly, "and thirty seconds ago."
"Oh." Yamiko blinked again and pulled a rapid subject change. "So, what do you think of the game?" she inquired, gesturing towards the blaring tv.
Museo just shook his head. "I don't understand it, and I don't try to. Why do you call it "football" when you mostly handle it with your hands? Why do you name your tournaments after "bowls"? And what's so "super" about this one?"
"The commercials," Yamiko answered promptly.
"Why!" Museo burst out in frustration. Then, composing himself, "never mind," he got back to the fourth wall.
"Bwah, bwah, bwah," emanated from the hall.
"You're off," Yamiko called. "I made the joke a while ago."
"I know, I know!" came the voice from the hall. "I only just learned to work this thing, gimme a break!"
Museo stiffened. It couldn't be...they sent her back to the academy...it just couldn't be...
"Hello!" A young girl with flaming hair bounded over the gate and into Yamiko's room. "I'm back!"
It was.
"Why do you have a baby gate here anyway?" She poked at it with her toe.
"We got a dog, remember?" Yamiko reminded her, typing away with one hand and gesturing lazily with the other. "We had to put the cat's food in here and that gate up to keep him from eating it."
"Ohhh..." The girl nodded slowly, perching on the edge of the gate - "Right." - and promptly toppled over, taking the gate with her.
Between his authoress, the fourth wall, and now THIS, Museo had quickly run out of patience. "Darn it, Musea!" A vein throbbed just south of his left temple.
Flat on her back in the hall, Musea rolled lightly to her feet and laughed. "Some welcome." She righted the baby gate and hopped back into the room. "Lighten up, man."
"Yeah." Yamiko nodded sagely, poking the throbbing vein with a green plastic ruler. "That can't be good for your health."
"You are the one who's not good for my health," he murmured, frustrated. It didn't help that the instruction manual was incomprehensible. "Get back to your story before the readers kill you."
"Right!" Yamiko turned back to her laptop, what little powers of concentration she had remaining focused on her fiction in progress.
The night was still dark. And still stormy. And it really hadn't done anything for Ed's mood, except maybe make it worse.
It didn't help that Al got the umbrella. Sure, there was logic behind it: he needed it more than Ed did...but still, it irked him to have to make do with nothing but his already-sopping-wet coat over his head with the futile hope that it would stop the icy rain from dripping down the back of his neck.
"Are you okay, nii-san?" Al sounded concerned.
"Fine," Ed grumbled. "Just fine. Now let's go find an inn."
"Do you think there's even one here?"
"Oh, how the hell would I know, Al?" Ed complained. "Let's just go look."
"There's one the next street over," came a voice from behind them.
"Oh, thank you," Al responded, turning around. Then, "Colonel! What a surprise to see you here!"
Ed gave an involuntary twitch. It was official: this day could not possibly get any worse.
"Oh, Fullmetal," Roy draped the arm that wasn't holding his umbrella around Ed's shoulders, "why didn't you come see me? Don't you love me anymore?"
Several girls huddled under the lip of the train station roof poked each other and pointed at Roy, tittering excitedly.
Ed gave an involuntary twitch. He was wrong. It was worse.
"You realize," Roy pointed out, "transmuting your arm into an umbrella would be much more effective than that sodden coat."
Ed snapped out of his fury funk to see Roy doodling on his sleeve with chalk. He quickly batted the chalk into a nearby mud puddle and brushed the beginnings of a transmutation circle off his sleeve, growling, "Nobody transmutes my arm but me!"
"And not very well at that," Roy quipped, not at all deterred by the loss of his chalk.
Ed just glared.
"So, Colonel," Al began an inquiry with the intention of breaking the tension, "what brings you all the way out here?"
"I came out here to follow up a report filed by my assistant." Roy waved his hand as if a two-day train ride from Central was just no big deal. "I don't believe you've met."
The assistant, who had until recently gone unnoticed in the light of Roy's overwhelming personality, smiled. "Hello. My name is..."
"Why did you stop there?" Museo had given up on the fourth wall and was now reading over his authoress' shoulder.
"Reader contest!" Yamiko threw her hands up and squealed.
Museo blinked quizzically. "What?"
"It's simple." Yamiko took her arms down and began to gesture wildly in an attempt to aid her explanation. "Whichever reader can leave the best reason in their review as to why they should be in the fic will be in the fic. Simple, huh?"
"Do your friends count?" Musea inquired from her perch on the bed.
"If they leave reviews and give me a good reason." Yamiko nodded decisively.
"Oh...kay." Museo poked the small of Yamiko's back, causing her to squirm. "Homework time."
"Aww..." Yamiko whined, rising and pulling papers out of her backpack. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to write an obituary for Stalin?"
"You could write it from the point of view of hell," Musea suggested.
Yamiko considered this for a moment, snapped her fingers, pointed at Musea - "Dude. You're awesome." - and sat down happily with her paper.
Museo just sighed. He had a feeling that he'd be doing a lot of that soon.
So that's it! Chapter Two is finally finished. It only took me a little more than a month...but hey, I have school too. I've been staying late recently - oral review sessions of complete and total doom. (Sigh) Oh well. At least I have time to study.
And I was serious about the reader contest. The person who gives me the best reason why they should be in the fic will indeed be in the fic. That is, if any of you would want to be in this madness...n.n
So, yeah. It's late, I'm tired, I'm also done. Thanks for the read, R&R pretty please, and see ya next chapter!
