::Jiana:: I own nothing. Oh, and in case you haven't noticed, the chapter titles indicate POV.
::Jupiter:: Hehe. Flame flame FLAME! But don't flame this.
::Jiana:: Good little brother.
Chapter 7 – Trunks Briefs
Oddly enough Jiana had been redder when she saw me
reading her story than when she had dashed across the landing in her towel.
She had recovered soon enough from finding me reading, though, and was
quickly destroying any delusions I might have had of her being quiet and
docile. She had been playing the damsel in distress when we had fallen
into her room and afterwards the loud, harried maiden, but the story had
shown a softer side, and now she was revealing yet another side of her
personality, one that was quietly frightening. It wasn't really cruel or
sadistic, but it was definitely… mischievous. She was enjoying showing
me fanfics where a random girl snatched my interest, or my tousan's, and
laughed when I objected to how I was being portrayed, insisting that that
was how the author saw me.
In the middle of a chapter MSN Messenger alerted
Jiana that her brother had sent her e-mail. Frowning slightly, the girl
opened the brief message that seemed almost encrypted.
(Fanfiction.net. Crossovers. Crossovers. Andalite
Saiyan. Trouble.)
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"That we might have trouble because of this fic…
though how, I'm not sure." Ji's brow was delicately knitted from the presented
problem as she followed her brother's instructions to the fic, then gave
a one-word reply, deleting the message. (How?)
She waited a minute, then her brother replied with
three words. (Ax. Read. Wrong?)
She repeated the process. (Will comply. Midnight.
Messenger. Code 11.)
"What's that about?" I asked again.
"I'm about to find out."
"I mean the messages."
Ji laughed and it was anything but delicate. Not
that she really was delicate except in her movement, her body was more
voluptuous than anything else, but her laugh was shockingly like the typical
villain's. The "Mwahahaha" thing. "It's our basic code. We always e-mail
each other in it. Code 11 is one of our other two codes, and the most difficult
is affectionately called 'Code Red.'" She giggled a very breathy, separated
giggle and shut her e-mail, turning her attention to the fanfic. Yet another
side of Jiana was being uncovered, this one very focused and business like.
Her eyes widened more and more as she read the fic, the screen carefully
turned away from me, until I thought that they were going to fall out.
"That's horrendous!" she said, sounding disgusted.
"Suggesting that anyone would do… THAT!"
"What?" I asked gently.
"That, Trunks, is just one of the things
so called 'humanity' does!" It was alarming to hear her speak of
her race that way. "It's disgusting, putting that kind of prejudice on
supposedly non-existent beings! There's nothing they can do to either
defend or redeem themselves and this author, and I use the term
VERY loosely in this case, has clearly neither seen enough
DBZ or read enough Animorphs! It clearly states that Andalites
are very optimistic naturally and level it out by learning realism and
that they are a primarily peaceful species forced into war, even if they
did make some AWFUL choices in the past! And
the Saiyans might have destroyed worlds, but they were encouraged
to!"
"What?" I asked, confused. "I don't think I caught
half of that."
"You don't want to know what this says. Excuse me
while I FLAME this and see if the mods or whatever
will get rid of this… filth." Jiana typed for a while, practically slamming
her fingers on the keys in her obvious fury, then closed the window violently.
"Take that!"
I decided then that I didn't want to know what was
in Andalite Saiyan.
A/N:
::Jiana:: So, how'd I do writing Trunk's POV?
::Jupiter:: You did good at making the fanfic.
::Jiana:: I didn't! I would never
write anything like that! Not that I know exactly what it says... just
what reaction it gets.
::Jupiter:: Aw, whatever, you knew what I meant.
::Jiana:: *whaps Jupe* Shut up before I use IT! *turns to smile sweetly
at the readers* Review and tell me what you think of my rendition of Trunks!
And, no, I am NOT one of those rabid Trunks fangirls...
::Jupiter:: Hehe, I win.
::Jiana:: No, Jupiter, I ALWAYS win. I have IT.
*pats the frying pan affectionately* Nice IT.
::Jupiter:: Hehe, I win again! *runs for his life*
::Jiana:: I TOLD YOU, I ALWAYS WIN!!! *chases
Jupe with IT*