Fanfic: otakuDUMB
Fanfic author: Drunken Shinigami
Fanfic pairings: Athrun x Kira, Tolle x Nicol, Dearka + Yzak, Orga x Clotho (Because it's highly under-rated!)
Fanfic Disclaimer: All right people, I do not own Gundam Seed, or any anime/video game/movie that shows up in here. I shall say this ONLY ONCE, JUST TO GET MY POINT ACROSS.
ME NO OWN. KTHXBAI.
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Kira went on his toes for the tenth time that day trying to peer over a Nicholas D. Wolfwood cosplayer to see if the line had moved them any closer to the pre-registration desk.
Kira groaned, sinking back to his normal height, "The signup line looks like it's moving faster." He muttered to no one in perticular, eyes furrowed and angry-looking. However, Athrun caught the last bit of his sentence.
"Yeah, maybe someones lost their bar code and they're haggling over it to get in." The Cho Hakkai copslayer noted lighly. Looking down with curious emerald eyes, he saw Kira's hand swaying by his side, the other holding his handmade bo staff. Reaching downward, he lighly brushed his fingers across Kira's palm, irecting a surprised gasp from the otaku.
Grinning, Kira accepted the offer and held hands with his lover. Up ahead, he swore he heard a few fangirls squeeing.
"Wait for the yaoi UNTIL we get inside and registered, please." Tolle whined, already hearing a few people behind them whispering about 'their Hee-chan and Duo-chan ahead of them'. Nicol twitched.
The Goku cosplayer turned his head around and smiled cheesily to Tolle, "Yeah yeah, we will. Just make sure to hold you testosterone in for Nicol's sake too." Tolle's ears went bright red, his attention now drawn to the specactular sight of his yellow shoes.
"You guys are in the Endless Waltz outfits, right?" Athrun noted randomly, joining in on the conversation. Nicol nodded, "Yeah, they were easier to make."
"And I'm forever terrified of wearing spandex at an anime con," The Heero cosplayer added with a shiver. "I got groped so many times I was numb."
Nicol coughed and looked away while Kira broke out into hysterics.
"Mostly by the fangirls, I presume." He said slyly, making Nicol choke on thin air and blush deeply.
"Knock it off, Kira." Athrun hissed, elbowing his uke boyfriend in the ribs with a roll of his eyes. Pouting, the Lebanese went back to sulking about absolutly nothing.
The lineup afterwards began picking up, as Athrun's predictions were right. Someone had written down the bar code wrong and was insisting that they were said person on the pre-reg list. It took a while through passports and identification, but said person was let in and made the lineup move much quicker.
After getting their nametags snapped on to their chest (Kira squeed at the catgirl posing on it), now donning maps and scheduals, they decided to wait in the Congress center for Dearka and Yzak.
The Toronto Congress Center was like a giant warehouse, to be blunt. A large section seperated by blue velvet-looking curtains at the other end was the Dealers Room, while a stage to the other side was where they would be holding the 'Anime Kareoke' contest. Right beside the con registration desk was the DDR competition seperated by black curtains, and it also held a Beyblade arena. And in between all that, not too far from the Kareoke stage, was a place where artists could sell their handmade merchandise (such as pin-on foxtails).
Kira was already swinging right into the persona of Son Goku, jumping around and making sure he was as close as possible by any means to Athrun.
Tolle and Nicol both sighed in unison, finding a whitewashed pillar beside registration to lean up against while waiting for the two best friends.
"Kira, please, you're making my shoulder hurt." Athrun said, slightly irritated. One hand was going for Kira, while the other was trying to fix the dragon perched on his clothed shoulder.
Sighing in defeat, Kira let go and marched over to the couple sitting down against the pillar, and smiled. "You two sure look cosy," he grinned.
Nicol blushed and looked away, "Well, yeah, we're hoping to keep ourselves fangirl-free while we're at the con." He explained, bringing his eyes back to Kira. Tolle nodded, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.
"Oooh, can we take your picture?"
Athrun groaned internally; it had begun.
Tolle smiled and hopped to his feet, helping Nicol up soon after. The groups of five girls were giggling amongst themselves, gleeming happily at the Heero and Duo cosplayers. Athrun noted that each was dressed as a Suzaku seishi from Fushigi Yuugi.
The girl cosplaying as Nuriko cooed at them, a camera between her hands "You two look so cute, are you together?"
Tolle nodded proudly.
"Yep, 'bout a year now, right?" He looked down to the Duo-clad cosplayer, Nicol nodding in response with a small smile. "Yeah."
The girls giggled and cheered, only driving Nicol to blush deeper. Tolle chuckled, "Wanna do the pose Heero and Duo hit in the Animaze mag?"
Nicol stuttered, "A-Alright…"
Fixing his braid momentarily, Nicol then grabbed both his elbows and swayed swankily to the right, head titlted downward with a devil-like smirk on his lips – just like Duo. The natural brunette on the other hand had an arm swung around his neck and clawing at his chest, his head lieing right beside "Duo's". The other was swung around his waste and clawing there possesivly, too.
"Oooo! I SO have to get this for our website!" Kira cheered, pulling out his digital camera from its bag and shimmied himself beside the giggling girls. Leaning back and pushing the camera forward, the Goku-clad cosplayer snapped a few quick shots of the duo.
Athrun felt like face palming himself; because of the Gundam Wing duet they had attracted quite a crowd around them. Most of them being fangirls.
"Ah! That's so hot!"
"They make such a cute couple!"
"I wish I could abduct them!"
Athrun leered away at the last comment.
"Want to do another pose?" Tolle whispered into Nicol's ear, making the latter gasp and shift slighly under the weight pressed against his back. More squealing ensued.
It took them another fifteen minutes to get the crowd away from them, most of them trying to cling despratly to Tolle for hugs and kisses. This resulted in a very un-characteristicly jelous Nicol trying to protect him.
Of course, that just dragged back more fangirls, which took a while for them to disperse again.It was almost half an hour since they had arrived, and already Nicol wanted to die from exhaustion.
"That was fun," Kira said with a chuckle, carefully turning off the camera and slipping it into his black shoulder bag.
Athrun muttered something about 'the living energizer bunny' under his breath.
"Did you say something, Athy-chan?" Kira questioned with raised eyebrows. Athrun twitched.
"Nope, absolutly nothing Kira… and could you please stop calling me that?"
"But of course, Athy-chan." The azure-haired teen was very close to grabbing the bo staff out of Kira's hands and slamming it between his eyes, but Athrun wasn't the kind of guy to do that. Instead, as he watched Kira gallavant up to the last little bit of girls cooing over Nicol and Tolle, he decided he'd fight back verbally.
"Hey, Hakkai! These girls here want our picture taken!"
Oh yes, Athrun would get his revenge. It was as if the Gods were with him too, because right then Sanzo and Goyjo cosplayers happened to be passing by. He smiled, knowing Kira's one weakness.
"Oi Sanzo! Goyjo!" He called out.
The blond monk turned around, his brows slightly furrowed. "Yeah?" Followed by an esteemed "Hurry up, Orga!" from Goyjo.
Huhn. Yaoi cosplayers again.
"Wait Clotho, he's cosplaying as Hakkai." Came the rushed response, as the two approached Athrun with a very ticked Kira behind him.
"Athrun, what are you doing?" He whispered urgently, glancing over at the girls every so often. Athrun looked over his shoulder and offered a smile.
"Wouldn't it be better if we had all four instead of us two?" He whispered back, then turned around sharply and began talking to them. Kira fumed silently, he had wanted his first pictures at his first con to be with Athrun and Athrun alone.
"Ah! Thanks so much!" Came the cheerful calls from the girl holding a sleek silver camera. "I don't suppose we can take pictures of the couples first, can we?"
Athrun paled, and he heard Kira snicker. Revenge was his!
"Sure!" Kira chirped, already dragging a depressrive Athrun over towards their group. Tolle and Nicol seemed to have wandered off, he noted dully.
"So, any specific posing you want us in?" Kira questioned the girl, her friend behind her clinging on to her shoulder looking she was going to explode. He sweat-dropped.
"Oh, nothing perticular. Just something you would see Hakkai and Goku in." She went on, raising the camera to eye level and began positioning it.
Athrun sighed internally. Guess I was a bit harsh again, he thought, wordlessly stepping behind Kira and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. The brunette gasped and leaned back.
"Perfect!" She yelled, taking two shots one after another. Kira blinked, his eyes dazzled by the bright flashes. Athrun chuckled.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into Kira's ear, making the latter shivver from the hot breath trickling down his neck.
"It's alright." He whispered back, both of them shifting into a different pose for the next shots.
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"You don't look too good."
Yzak twitched at Kira's comment, glaring down at him and the other three sitting in a deformed circle by the whitewashed pillar, eating pocky.
Dearka came up from behind the white-haired teen and wrapped his arms around the leather-bound shoulders and grinned, "He's just being a pissy little bastard because people were groping him in line."
"I am NOT being a pissy little whatsit!" Yzak fired back, shrugging off the Egyptian and plopped himself down between Kira and Tolle.
The Heero-clad cosplayer popped another stick of strawberry pocky into his mouth, "And THAT is why you never wear spandex or any super tight material at an anime con. People grope you senseless." Dearka chuckled, sitting in between Tolle and Yzak.
Athrun looked up thoughtfully from his manga and observed the group, then decided not to join in with the conversation they were carrying. Kira sighed in content, his head perched on the azure-teen's shoulder as he read along with him.
"…ra! Zeon forces to Kira, hello?" Kira's eyes snapped open when he noticed he had begun to fall alseep on Athrun's shoulder. Blinking sparkling violet eyes up to Nicol (who had been waving his hand in his face), he then yawned and peeled himself off a very blushy Cho Hakkai.
"We were discussing what we should do first," Dearka explained, cocking a blond eyebrow to the emerald-eyed teen, whom was still currently absorbed into the latest volume of Imadoki! By Yuu Watase. "That means you too, spazz."
With a very big sigh, Athrun dog-eared the page he was on and put it into his bag.
"I say we go now and buy the bracelets for the Masquerade so we're not completely fucked over later." Yzak said with a nod, being the only one besides Tolle and Nicol in the group who have been to a con before this one.
"Yeah, but…" Nicol squinted at the schedual, "They don't go on sale till 10am, and it's eight thirty right now. We still have a bit of time." Tolle nodded in agreement.
"I have an idea then!" Dearka chimed. "We can browse around the fanstuff over there for a few minutes, then head over to the Doubletree to look around, take pictures and all that shit.
"So around 9:30 we'll head over to the place where they sell the bracelets, then get in line. Simple as that." He finished, thoughroughly pleased with himself. A round of nods followed suite.
"Sounds good," Kira added, thoughtfully munching on a mint pocky stick. Athrun nodded silently, since he had sneaked his book back into his hands and was currently busy trying to predict if the protagonist was going to get with either guys.
Yzak groaned, "Athrun, if you're going to keep reading that crap you'll miss the entire con." He reached out for a chocolate pocky stick from the open box in the middle of the group, then took a fierce bite that snapped off half the stick.
Everyone gulped, including Athrun.
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"Je ne parler Japponais."
"Oh, you are rich."
The six boys had finished their mild shopping in the Congress center and were starting to cross the grounds, cross the street illegally through a sewer ditch and try not to get hit by passing cars… ALL for the priveledge of making it to the Doubletree hotel.
And as of now, they were ingaged in conversation.
"I hear Ouran is going to be dubbed by Ocean Group!" Tolle exclaimed, gathering everyone's attention but Dearka's, who was engrossed in hiding a purchase he wouldn't let anyone see.
"No way!"
"Yah way!"
"MOTHAFUCKIN' SNAKES ON A MOTHAFUCKIN' PLANE!"
Everyone turned around and burst out laughing as an airplane flew over the Congress center just as the random 19-year-old-looking teen a few meters behind them screamed.
The Toronto airport, convientiently, was just down the street from them. So they got the giant 747's whooshing over them every half an hour.
"That was just too well timed." Tolle giggled, trying despratly to keep his laughter to a minimal. Kira, however, was in tears.
They continued to cross the grounds, avoiding cars until they reached the intersection. There, they crossed with several other cosplayers, some even having the gaul to talk to their group. It was sunny, the clouds helping somewhat to keep the heat away, and a cool breeze blew through the Toronto area.
They couldn't have asked for a better day, ever.
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Then…
There was a groping hand.
There was a leather-clad ass owned by Yzak Joule.
You get the picture.
"WHO THE FLYING FUCK JUST GRABBED MY ASS!" Yzak shrieked, getting everyone's attention whom just happened to standing in the front lobby of the Doubletree hotel.
Someone up on the second floor began laughing.
Dearka sweatdropped, "Probably some fan Yzak, no need to spazz." The Egyptian placed a comforting hand on the Kadaj-donning man, calming him down with the simple presence of a hand. He growled.
"Con Ediquette 101, never wear tight materiaaaal…" Tolle sang in a singsong voice for the third time that day. Yzak felt like dieing.
"Let's just get into line…" Athrun said quickly, dragging off the entire group as they went off to stand in line.
-Summary of Standing in Line for a Masquerade Bracelet-
"What is this?"
"It's a bunch of people sitting around waiting for a line to happen."
"…Okay then."
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"Well, THAT was fairly easy." Kira exclaimed, examining the red paper bracelet on his left wrist.
Nicol began scratching at it, "I guess so." He added.
They were all standing beside a set of escalators, Athrun and Kira wanting to go upstairs for the panels while Yzak and Dearka wanted to go stand in line for the Dealers room. Tolle and Nicol… well, they mentioned something about "yaoi" and "posing for pictures", so they best left the subject where it was: dead.
"We'll split up for a few hours, then we're meeting again at the lobby of the Doubletree at noon to go for lunch, kappiche?" Athrun explained. Everyone nodded.
"KAPPOOCHE!" Tolle added in for dramatic effect.
And so they all went their separate ways, never to see each other until again until noon, where Kira swears he'll maul the Harvey's guy into submission.
Oh, and Athrun too. ;D
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And so ends the second chapter to my completely random and stupid fanfic otakuDUMB. 8D I hope you're enjoying it so far. Me hopes I haven't scared you too much with all the slash.
Anyway, I will continue to update this randomly. I'm having fun, and that's all there is to it, 'kay?
Oh, and Cagalli and Lacus show up soon… I hope.
Review, please? xD
-Drunken Shinigami