"Dear Okaa-san and Otou-san,
It's been a great first week of this… 'school' you sent me to. I found out it was created for social rejects. THANKS! THANKS A LOT! Am I social reject to you, huh!? Huh?! You jerks! I see how it is!! You don't love me, so you outcasted me into a society of sexy bipolar bishounen, hyperactive blonde lesbians who date older women (by a year), gay men who faintly remind me of a video game… and so. Much. More.
For example, my first period is like… HOMG insane. CHRISTMAS COLLAGE INSANE! You know that song? Yeah. IT BLEW YOUR MIND INTO THE ROOFCAKES! It's Anatomy. And the teachers… are… all… insane. One is Itachi-sama. He scares me with his uber prettiness. The man should not be legal – it's wrong. I can't help but stare at him. Then Sephiroth-sama,lkesu0p yrjnh His bangs cannot defy gravity that much!! I'm waiting for a bunch of actors from Wicked to spontaneously appear and sing, Defying Gravity to his bangs that just go SHWA-BAM and then PWOINK! O.o …I really need to just send you this letter instead of continuously adding to it."
Thus far, all had being going well enough. Takuya had four new good friends – Izumi, Mimi, Sora, and Riku. However, in his Creative Writing class, it got really confusing because there was a girl named Sora with short brown hair that wasn't insanely spiky but she dressed like a dude so yeah. But the Sora he knew, the brunette who was less of a brunette, was also in that class. Even worse there was a dude with blue hair ALSO named Sora. Though the blunette Sora asked them every now and then to call him Yoru so he wasn't so bad... maybe. Anyway, whenever their teacher, Tidus, yelled out roll call there was always a, "WHICH SORA?!" See, at his old school it was, "Which Watanabe?" But no, in this school, parents had this thing for naming their children after the sky. Why did they do that? It was like naming your child Skyler. What was wrong with them!? …Although, Takuya had to admit, Sora and Skyler were both really cool names.
Either way, it was now a beautiful Saturday morning. He would sleep in... get all that wonderful sleep he needed… dream beautiful dreams about the Wii and just how amazing Link was with his spandex white tights in those hazy graphics of the Twilight Realm. No wait, Link wasn't wearing those sexy skin-loving clothes. No… that beautiful dream melted away, turning into a horrid nightmare. There was Jeckt, flames all around him and he was ready to use his Overdrive… NOO!! ANYTHING BUT THE OVERDRIVE FROM HELL!! It was worse than Anima's! No!
"NO! YUNA, SUMMON BAHAMUT YOU BITCH!" Takuya screamed in his sleep, flailing about insanely trying to escape the incoming death. Gah, evil brunette… he just ruined all of the Final Fantasy series. Every. Single. One. Now you all know how each and every Final Fantasy game ends….
…You die by OverDrives. Quite depressing really. Lay off the "Lithium" now you Evanescence fans, that stuff can't keep your batteries running forever. Curse you OverDrives…
"Takuya! Takuya! Wake up, it's just a…very strange dream…?" Izumi faltered in her words, realizing just how absurd it was that she had to wake up the brunette from freaking out over something Fantasy related. "…Wake up, you uke," she sighed, figuring that would do the trick. Snapping up faster than the speed of sound (Dun dun dun – Superman Returns) the brunette tackled her to the floor before trying to throttle her to death. This seems surreally familiar.
"I am not an uke!" Takuya snarled, trying to kill the poor blonde who only wished to save him from a certain death.
"That's nice and all, but can you please get off me before my girlfriend walks in and gets the wrong idea? You're sort of straddling my hips and this makes for an awkward situation for anyone coming in on the wrong side due to the inappropriate timing," Izumi informed him in that calm, quiet voice, smiling happily as though she were Akabane ready to kill. Or maybe Hakkai getting ticked off. Or even Yubar, that snide blonde man. Or maybe Kyoya plotting to charge someone money for something they did…
"Not only do I play too many video games, I also watch too much anime… GetBackers, Saiyuki, Suikoden III and Ouran Host Club all in one go," Takuya sighed, rolling off of Izumi because let's face it – her reasoning won the argument. She escaped death with intelligence, not brutal strength. Lesson? Be very afraid for the day when she uses strength, because if that was what she was like when calm, we'd hate to see her upset. "…I almost unlocked the secret chapters of Suikoden III, really. But no, those damn dogs… DAMNIT KOICHI!"(1)
"What was that? Are you admitting your addictions?" Snapping up from her laying position, Izumi stared down at the other with a wide grin while jokingly twisting a finger in her ear to mock how loud the brunette shouted the last bit. "They say the first step to recovery is admission you have a problem." She nodded at her own words (that were actually inspired by the wisdom she borrowed from people who actually knew what they were talking about).
"NO! There is no problem, none at all!" Takuya hissed as he clutched his manga, manwha, and American comic books close. How he loved his Hayate the Combat Butler, Les Bijoux, and of course Aoi House. Recently, he actually saw the Macromedia Flash opening to the manga - it was cool. The opening theme was so upbeat, you just had to love it so much as to download the tune. Go manga indeed.
"All right then, come on! We need to get ready!" Izumi squealed, hopping off over to her side of the dormitory. The brunette tilted his head, somewhat confused. Why did he have to get ready? Was there something special today? It wasn't Cross-Dress Wednesday, which was apparently created to usher all the students to accept transvestites, hermaphrodites and the like. Although it got really confusing when the regular cross-dressing students (such as the ever adorable Momiji and extremely cool Utena) had to dress normally on that day. Oh, and not to mention the Physical Education teacher Hibiki Amawa-sama who was another who cross-dressed regularly; though this was not by choice and that was a whole different matter and only consisted of thirteen episodes. Wait, what? Right, and even worse for the actual hermaphrodite teachers… poor Kanzeon-sama, s/he did nothing wrong other than be a Merciful Goddess to all the students that attended this whacked up place.
"Get ready for what?" came the expected groan as Takuya dragged himself to his feet before beginning the great 'getting ready' ritual that consisted of actually changing out of his pajamas.
"We're going to find BHD! I haven't seen the guy since our first day, and it's really wracking my nerves. No one can be that good at avoidance! No one, it just isn't natural!" Izumi ranted, tossing various clothes out of her dresser. "Although I'll give Organization XIII the benefit of the doubt, I've yet to find them. Oooh, they'll be found yet as well!" Her murmurings were muffled as she pulled out a silk pink shirt with white sleeves that cuffed near the wrists with buttons to hold them down. "Perfecto!" She nodded with it in hand, and grabbed a pair of low-riding jeans before retreating into their shared bathroom.
"BHD, eh? All right, but no crazy adventures. We aren't Winter and Otra from the online Girly comic. And far from each other's side-kicks," Takuya grouched, more annoyed by the fact he was being forced to wake up than much else. Then it clicked. BHD. Black-Haired Dude. Bipolar sexy man that Izumi scared away that first day he couldn't get back to sleep. OH YEAH HE WAS READY TO SEARCH! Now amped up, the brunette quickly got ready. Red t-shirt, check. Brown capris, check. Goggles, uber check. He even slept in those, heh.
"Who are half of these people you talk about anyway?" Izumi asked, finally hearing enough of his otaku speech that she had to know. She understood the main gist of it, but now he was talking about something that spoke volumes of differences in their upbringings. His parents never took him to AAA - Anime Alcoholics Anonymous. Hers did. But they never took her to SAAA... heh. Now in that area he and she could have quite the conversation if those kinds of anime floated his boat half as well as it did hers.
"The lovely creations of various people across the world from Australia to here. Wherever 'here' is. Where IS this place located anyway?" the brunette asked, finally having enough courage to ask someone who wasn't passing by him in the hallway and thus he naturally wouldn't care if they thought him stupid.
"Stop BSing the answer and explain, uke bitch!" Izumi cried, jumping out of her bathroom and latching onto the very horrified brunette. Who was more of a brunette than the Sora brunette.
"I AM NOT AN UKE! AND YOU'RE THE BIT--" Takuya was retaliating, he honestly was! And what an amazing comeback he had, but alas his mighty wittiness was not to be shown on this glorious weekend morning - Mimi had walked in at that moment only to join in their rolling duo to land a drop-kick of massive high quality (err, high-heel hell) upon poor Takuya. "ITAI!! I was saying she was the bit on the horse's reins! Hahahah..." he laughed nervously, trying to escape the hold both girls now had on him. Oh, if they weren't trying to hurt him, this situation really wouldn't be half that bad. But they were, so it was terrible! He would die by the hands of two lesbians! He had no memory of trying out for a part in Monster, when did this happen!?
"The bit on the horse's reins, eh?" Izumi asked, mildly entertained at his poor excuse for a cover-up. Both females releasing their male prisoner, they stared down at him, Mimi scratching her head as she attempted to make some sense out of the brunette's illogical sentence regarding her girlfriend. "What kind of metaphor is that?"
"The one with good intentions and full of complimentary goodness?" Takuya tried, smiling nervously up at the pink-haired one who gave him a lovely bruise on his hip that he was now rubbing. Getting up with a slight flinch, he sighed, shaking his head. "Did you have to kick me so hard?" he queried with a pout on his face, mahogany eyes hurt and lower lip sticking out - the whole half run-over puppy that the driver needs to apologize to immediately otherwise that dogma will come back to haunt them while driving a sexy karma.
"Sorry," Mimi apologized while she laughed nervously and scratched the back of her head. "These are three-inch heels and welded on so they don't break when I run... be grateful I wasn't trying to hurt you." She smiled uneasily as the blonde girl stared at her with a 'O.o' face and the lone brunette gawked.
"...whoa, uhm... right, so you joining us in the manhunt?" Takuya asked after shaking his head free of all the horrible possibilities that came to mind as he thought about Mimi actually having some sort of cruel intent in her actions. She was a mild-mannered girl that only threw hissy fits if something wasn't going her way, but that aside she was sincere enough. Somehow Izumi wasn't bothered by her girlfriend going out of whack over smaller details, but the two times Takuya was there... how he wanted to throttle them both. They were such girls. Wait... think about that one there for a moment. Are you thinking? Oh snap, that was a joke... o.o
"Manhunt? But I already have Izumi..." Mimi murmured, latching onto her girlfriend's arm while half-pouting and half-glaring in the direction of Takuya. From henceforth he'd name that expression... parrying. No wait, that was already a word with an entirely different meaning. Gouting? No, that was already word... that practically described what he was attempting to think up a new word for. Son of a Jenova! This language sucked, all the words he wanted to invent had already been done! Fine, he'd leave it be then. MIMI WAS GLOUTING! There! Leave poor misguided Takuya alone!
"He means we're out to locate the legendary BHD that has eluded us thus far," Izumi informed her poor confused lover. Wait, using the term 'lover' implies that they were doing more things together than going out... it implied... they shared a banana sundae together! Takuya had no idea if they were that close yet; he shouldn't use such an important word so carelessly! Sundaes were very vital and prominent events in a relationship that were often followed by or after marriage. Strange how often in average conversations Takuya seems to develop ones of his own within his thoughts that are not shown via italics and instead left as regular font.
"I thought it was BHK..." Mimi murmured, making the usual trail back to Roxas as most did.
"No no, I found Roxas making out with Axel yesterday," Izumi explained, exasperated, with a roll of her eyes.
"Wait, what?" Takuya asked with a blink.
"Hey, you guys getting ready for the day?" Sora chirped walking right into the room. Just for clarification, the only sky they were friends with was the brunette but less of a brunette brunette than the main brunette. Yeah, that one. Simple enough, right?
"Eh? What's today? Aside from us looking for Black-Haired Dude," Izumi inquired, explaining a great deal to Mimi who 'oohed' in the background and made the less of brunette exchange quizzical glances with his silver-haired bishounen. Riku shrugged to his boyfriend showing he didn't get that either, and so the two resumed looking at the trio of friends they had.
"Today is Club Advertisement Day," Sora informed them warily, eyeing namely the blonde girl as though to subtly ask her what the skittles she was going on about involving people with black hair.
"Heigh?" Izumi and Takuya stared blankly at the couple, and Mimi made a sound of surprise in the background as though suddenly remembering something. "What?"
"I completely forgot! The first Saturday here back is when Clubs advertise themselves to all our brand-new freshmen and any returning students interested in joining a new one. Every Sunday is dedicated to free time in the morning (because any students with religious background complained they couldn't attend their ritualistic meetings and clubs at the same time) and the afternoon is well, when clubs meet." Mimi explained in as a simple and obvious manner as she could.
"How come they didn't talk about this at the auditorium?" Takuya demanded, stomping his right foot - and the impact shook through straight on up to his hip making the poor thing hop up and down, suffering from the horrible pain.
"They didn't have to - clubs have flyers about it all over the place. Oh! And the morning announcements keep ranting about it," Sora told his fellow brunette who was more of a brunette than he. Wonder if he ever got jealous of that?
"..." Takuya said nothing, all he did was continue to rub his sore rump that was currently condemning him to the sixth level of hell where he was no more than a soul and had no body forced to endure any more misery that resulted from his stupidity.
"Now what's this about a black-haired dude?" Alas, the guy with silver-hair and sea green eyes was the only person brave enough to attempt getting an understandable reply from Izumi. The blonde merely rolled her eyes before relaying the information to their male friends, both boys nodding in understanding as she went on about it to them. "So instead of checking out all the amazing clubs this place has you'd rather try and find a guy you couldn't locate for almost an entire week? Ever think that oh... maybe he got transferred out of here?" Riku asked her, massaging his temples impatiently. This was ridiculous - they always ended up hanging out with the strangest people around. Their friend Tidus disappeared into someone's dream one day only to reappear as a guy who didn't recognize them here... then there was Selphie and Wakka. He didn't have to explain Wakka, seeing as the guy obsessively playing Blitzball day in and day out was self-explanatory... and Selphie? She went off to hang out in some whacked up Garden. Then there was Kairi... she was normal enough, until she announced she wanted to be just like Barbie and wore pink. Unfortunately, this would offend Aerith (who also wore pink) and the woman was forced to kill Kairi in a manner that later reflected her own death. All because Sephiroth was trying to give her a hug from behind but forgot to put away his sword...
"He didn't! My yaoi fangirl instincts informed me he is still within the vicinity of this school and I will find him no matter what any of you doubters say!" Izumi proclaimed, hands on her hips and blue eyes ablaze as though they were the oceans ready to inflict a tsunami of hurt upon the silver-haired one. He immediately backed down as he whimpered a small apology of some sort to her. Yes, they always did end up hanging with the crazy ones.
"Yes yes, fangirl instincts. We got it... eheh." Sora laughed nervously, motioning his hands in a feeble attempt to quell the look Izumi was currently giving them. Hoping to save his male friends, Takuya made a hugging motion to Mimi who tilted her head, and then moved over to give HIM a hug, misunderstanding his movements to be that of a lonely little boy who needed comfort. The more of a brunette sweat-dropped, and his right eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"You better!" the blonde huffed, turning to stare now at his girlfriend hugging the lone sweat-dropping gogglehead. "Aww, Takuke-ya need a hug?" she cooed, moving over to join in.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?" Takuya squeaked, now trying to squirm away from the crowded hug... and tried even more so when Riku and Sora shrugged and joined in with the love. Alas, a cornucopia of love! The hug was that of true friendship, and thus it lasted ten minutes... or was it lasting that long because Izumi was determined to see how many minutes would tick by before the more of a brunette than the less of a brunette brunette would submit to their LOVE!
"We love you," Izumi stated, nodding sweetly.
"I'm not sure who's doing it, but please stop," Takuya growled, eye twitching in irritation as he just let them all get away with the stupid hug of massive overdosed friendship that he was unsure if he should appreciate fully. Just because it was scary sometimes, scarier than Pyramid Head...
"Who is doing what?" Sora innocently asked, which makes him seem like the culprit but fangirls have overdone his personality to be that of shota origins so badly that he really is being innocent as every ounce of ever acting older than thirteen was forcibly removed from his mind. Poor Sora. Err, this Sora not the blue-haired one or the one who was really a girl...
"Whoever is groping my ass, stop," Takuya snarled again, squirming again to reach into his pocket and... fling quarters of doom upon them! Then they would be forced to endure a DDR-deprived Takuya, heheheh… yeesss! He one, his all... his precious. Well, if that wasn't creepy.
"Sorry," Riku and Mimi apologized in unison, earning startled looks from Izumi as well as themselves as they stared at each other, a scandalized look from Sora, and one of utmost horror that Takuya gave each personally - all thoughts removed from quarters being flung in someone's face. If they both were doing that, why did he only feel one hand?
"...I was trying to grab Sora's," Riku explained, grinning bashfully, then yelped when harshly jabbed in the side by his now blushing boyfriend.
"Izumi's," Mimi laughed nervously and got a funny look from her girlfriend.
"I was wondering what that was..." Izumi murmured, placing a thoughtful finger on her lips. She was stared at. "What? Unlike Takuya I don't yell about how someone is grabbing at me!" Now it was her turn to offer a feeble excuse that no one will believe but hey, it happens.
"Any luck?" Izumi asked with a sigh as she flopped over the back of a bench, the wood biting into her stomach as it growled, demanded food. Walking over as he rifled through several papers, Takuya's eyes were wide, gazing intently upon the words that spoke of his very dreams... they had implanted themselves into reality. He was happy. Very. Very. Happy. So happy. That his. Thoughts. Were totally. Stuck in a. Fragment form. At least it. Wasn't in a. Run-on format. That got. Really annoying. "Uh, Takuya?" She looked to him, her raised-brow expression saying she was expecting some sort of response back. "Do I have to call you an uke every time I want your attention?"
"Yes," Takuya snapped, uke instincts forcing him to automatically glower up from his papers at the fool who dared call him submissive. He wasn't. Ask his mom. She couldn't get him to clean his room, not even when she pinned him down and threatened to snap his leg off. Nor did he give in when his brother and he played chicken in front of a busy street. Although, that last one landed him in a hospital for a while... thankfully there was no permanent damage done to him. Though his new friends may argue otherwise with how he babbles about some things.
"Fine. Look, aside from several clubs... did you find anything? Hints of BHD? Signs? Friends? Possible relatives?" Izumi inquired, lips pursed to the side as her brows were raised as high as they could go. Brushing some bangs out of her face, she scowled, giving up on her flopping position to flip onto the bench where she could sit more comfortably.
"Did you know they have four Anime Clubs, two GSA's, five gaming clubs, and most importantly... a Convention Club?" Takuya began his ramble, eyes getting wider and a spacey look taking over... he has to be with them to breathe... he believes in them. Kind of like how that one song by Evanescence goes, but different. So no one gets in trouble. Chyah.
"Are you even listening to me?" No response. "Fine, no, I didn't and what's a Convention club?" Izumi sighed, giving in for the moment. 'Now who is the uke?' the brunette thought with a satisfied sneer. Oh snap!
"You don't know? Well, a Convention Club is basically a club dedicated to helping the school formulate a convention hosted here for it's students and those within the area to attend. It's separated from the anime clubs and game clubs because there's so many and they all branch out into a different area of that particular interest. So the Convention Club was designed separately so all their ideas can be combined without any confusion," came the rather knowledgeable reply. That was all well and good, but it still sounded like they just wanted a separate club for the convention because they knew in the actual anime and game clubs they'd be too busy doing something else rather than actually working on the convention itself.
"Out of sheer curiosity... is there a fanfiction club?" Izumi asked with a roll of her eyes. The amount of clubs this place had was ridiculous - one does not need that many possibilities so segregated. Geeze. Couldn't they all be one happy family?
"Yup. Their goal this year is to persuade reviewers to be less lazy." Takuya nodded. Izumi stared. He gave her the flyer. Reading it, both brows shot straight up in shock.
"Wow! They are lazy..." the blonde whispered, in shock of how ridiculous it was getting. Meanwhile, the brunette continued on about the Convention Club...
"I want to join so I can help things get going, but if you join you have to help and I can't attend... but I want Junko Takeuchi-san to attend. I have to know why she chose Naruto and that one guy from Digimon Frontier. They are both so UKE!" he shouted as he threw his hands up in the air. Oh the irony he was utterly unaware of somehow...
"Who cares about that!? Takuya, listen to this! 'A first-hand account of the laziness of reviewers within our own school, listen to his story:
I have a three-chapter story that I've been working on, and it currently has well over 6,000 views. It's all sporadically spread, so people have been reading it. To add on, it's on four hundred and thirty- eight favorites, and it got story alerted by fifteen hundred people. Know what's really sick? Only two reviews. Both by my fellow reading and writing friends. People are always complaining about how lazy the fanfiction writers are with slow updates, but really. Can't readers drop at least a 'lame?' Or perhaps 'gay,' because all I write is yaoi...
There you have it readers. Now stop complaining about slow updates and put forth effort! Without criticism, stories will never improve! NOW JOIN OUR CLUB OR DIE!' I don't know about that last part, but this is horrible! What if that ever happens to Shadowy Fluffball?! Or Jade?! Maybe Sailor Epyon...? Oh, I hope not Minnermon! GASP! What if this happened to poor Iyfanatic!? Takuto Shinigami, don't say it's so! PUPPEH TELL ME IT ISN'T SO! No... not GemmaniGirl! OR LARGO-SENSEI!" she screamed, wildly shaking her friend.
"Gah! W-what now about MegaTokyo?" The brunette asked blinking rapidly, just now paying attention when hearing that last penname she shouted.
"OR EVEN TAKUYA! NO! ...THEY CAN'T TAKE SOLANGE MACLEOD! HOPE NIGHT, DON'T LET THIS DARKNESS BEFALL YOU!" Izumi let go of her friend, now falling to her knees and wailing loudly.
"What happened to me?!" Now she had his interest beyond that of online mangas. If only he knew she was referring to a girl who wrote fanfiction. Poor soul, he didn't recognize any of these amazing writers that exist on this virtual plane known as fanfiction dot net... although there was no word dot, it was a literal dot. Mind you, this thing on the virtual plane was a total buttmunch sometimes, especially in this case where one couldn't link to it ON IT'S OWN SITE! End mental Izumi rantage.
"Oh, just forget it!" Izumi cried, sniffling some as she roughly pushed away her friend who was only there trying to offer some sort of condolence. "It's just... none of them deserve this... what if it's already happened to them? WHY!? WHY KAMI-SAMA, WHY!?" More screeching. Apparently despite her words, the subject was totally not forgotten.
"Your fandom is whacked out. Join the Duvet fandom!" a random bystander screamed back at the aching blonde.
"I GAVE UP LAIN AFTER THE MATRIX CAME OUT!" Izumi hollered, shaking her fist wildly at this random person that dare interfere with her insane bantering and fangirlism. Oh they just ruined her teenage angst! They didn't understand the plight of this totally stereotypical drama queen! Think of the empty inboxes! For those curious, no, Izumi was not a fanfiction writer. Actually, she absolutely loathed anything that dealt with writing and couldn't use grammar for the life of her. But oh how she loved to read them! They were like... like anime! Or item synthesizing in Star Ocean games!
"Uhm, wrong Duvet..." Takuya muttered, now ushering his friend away from the people staring at them as though they lost their minds. It was now proven. Riku and Sora always did get the strangest friends - they managed to befriend the crazies in a school intended for those exiled most of their lives due to being different. That takes some major talent right there. Speaking (not really) of Sora and Riku, the two meandered on over to where the blonde and more of a brunette brunette were carrying several trays of fries.
"You two look a little stressed. Hungry?" Sora asked them cheerily, forcing a smile at the brooding blonde in hopes of sharing the happy feelings that filled him. Why was he so happy? We can almost assure you it has nothing to do with the fact he and Riku were making out in line as several fangirls squealed and one fainted. It helped, but that had nothing on... Ore-Ida fries covered in mayonnaise!
"What's that?!" Izumi shrieked, pointing a vandalized finger at the orange fries covered in white shlop of a condiment that generally only goes well with tuna or certain sandwiches.
"Mayonnaise, what else could it be?" Sora chirped in his usual happy voice, pressing his plate closer to her face as she breathed a sigh of relief before jerking back away from it.
"Yes, that's nice uhm... mayo. Wait. On fries?" Izumi inquired.
"Of course!" Sora nodded, and then produced a second plate before handing it to Takuya. "You said you wanted yours with relish and Italian dressing?"
"Yeah, thanks." The more of a brunette brunette laughed as he accepted his plate and breathed in deeply the delectable scent of his 'lunch.'
"Whoa whoa whoa... what'd I miss?" The blonde looked between the three boys before blinking as Riku offered her a plate as well, although hers just had ketchup. Somehow they knew what she wanted. "Eh?"
"While you and Mimi were making out before she left to help with the Fashion and Design Club stand we told Taki here we'd get us food. So when we got in line we noticed that you two finally stopped locking lips and Sora asked her what you and she wanted," Riku explained with a careless shrug.
"I told you to call me Takky if you're too lazy to use my full name, every time someone uses Taki I think of that asshole from Gravitation or that yasashiian from Bonded Dreams." Takuya huffed, stuffing a fry in his irritated, pouting mouth.
"I see... you guys see anyone with black hair?" Izumi inquired of them. They stared back blankly. "Eh? What?? Oh err, right. That's pretty common... uhm, how about black hair and blue eyes?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
"We saw two. We actually saw Sakuya Ookochi, the main vocal from the band Lucifer," Sora started before he began to drool at the memory. Feeling threatened by this other male presence that caused his boyfriend to drool Riku scowled before forcing-feeding a fry to the startled brunette who was less of a brunette brunette. "Mmph!"
"And then this shy guy with long hair," Riku finished for the other, arms crossed and a scowl still marring his visage.
"Shy? No, the BHD we saw was really assertive and anti-social..." Izumi sighed and began on her fries as well. "Clubs aside, today was a total failure," she whined, her legs bouncing up and down in her agitation like a small child denied candy. Not just any candy though... PIXIE STIX!
"Then no, we had no luck locating your BHD. Sorry," Riku apologized, although his face wasn't as sorry as his words while he worked his way from scowling to outright glaring in the direction that lead singer once was... jealous much?
"Think we'll have any luck tomorrow?" Takuya asked idly as he plucked up the last of the relish with his finger and eating it. Eew.
"Doubtful. If he's as anti-social as you both make him out to be, he probably won't even bother with the clubs tomorrow. They involve... PEOPLE!" Riku made wild hand motions when he said the last word, exaggerating his face as he mocked the idea of someone refusing to speak to others.
"..." Sora stared at Riku, as did the other two."Oh my holy skittles. We're a group of pathetic gay dorks." Truest statement ever given - credit to Izumi.
(1): See, in Suikoden III you have to collect all 108 Stars. To get to one of the stars, you have to adopt three of these dogs. Or was it the dogs were part of the stars…? Meh, anyway I got Kogoro (the first one) and next was a dog named Koichi. That son of a bitch won't show up in the damn Northern Cave and that's where he's supposed to be. w,g o l34nynwleb. So yeah. Now you understand! xD
Disclaimer & Claimer: Totally do not own Digimon, Suikoden III, Zelda, Wicked, Kingdom Hearts, Sensual Phrase, Resident Evil's Pyramidhead, I My Me Strawberry Eggs, Saiyuki, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Fruits Basket, any of the Final Fantasy's, Naruto, Evanescence... okay, I give up naming all of it. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE COPY-RIGHTED STUFF MENTIONED OR JOKED ABOUT IN HERE! That aside, I do own the idea for this (what idea? It's entirely mindless insanity...)
Notes: Firstly no harm was intended about the whole review thing. Personally I could care less about that, but after my friend told me about her fanfiction and how all these people are favoriting it but NO ONE reviews... I couldn't resist. Heh. So no offense, it was just a joke. Secondly, how many of you caught the 'Potter Puppet Pals' joke? Thirdly... not a single person commented on something very weird about this fanfiction. So I tried to make it as blatantly obvious as possible. xD And again, special thanks to Solange MacLeod for editing it beautifully as usual! (Especially because I now lack a SpellCheck, eheh.)