Hello you wonderful fans you! =D I thank you for your paitence! It is Thanksgiving Break and I can nao get on that 3rd installment!
Hiro sat in what was now the torture chair of torture, and that's saying something obviously! (Well of course that's saying something, it isn't a blank space there, but you get the idea) He watched with anger and fear as the computer worked it's new self mind, scrolling through the fanfiction. He knew that whatever this force picked would be definetly meant to torture him, humiliate him and maybe even drive him insane like his poor cousins (A/N: How are those three related? =O) The force finally stopped at a story and clicked on it.
Hiro's Diary
By:FoolstoBootExcalabur~
Hiro gulped with bulged eyes, a story of one's diary contents never works out very well . . .except nonfiction.
Welcome to my first Fruits Basket fanfic!
"Oh yes," Kureno groaned," Because first attempts at fanfiction work out so well!"
Now, you may be thinking that this story will be some drabble about Hiro's feelings toward Kisa or some weird Hiro crack pearing like Hiro x Hatsuharu or Hiro x Kagura?
"What are these people on?" Kagura cringed , she was knelling by Kyou, still knocked out.
Of course not! That would be so unfantabulous and over-used!
"Even, I would never say that . . ." Ayame cringed.
Fear not though, I will be torturing the Hiro
The 'characters' freaked out, Hatori had been freed from his immeadiate trance, so he could interact withthe others. Hiro got mad.
Here we go! Hiro, being the sad emo he was deep under his smartalic costume.
"I'm a what now?" Hiro gritted
'That bitch Tohru had turned half the cast against him like the bloody Mary Sue she was
"Is that how you feel Hiro? W-what's a Mary Sue?" Tohru wimpered Hiro looked back
"I don't hate you THAT much and I have no idea what a Mary Sue is" The rest of the cast had suspicious expressions on their faces
Alas, to try and cheer himself up he took out his diary and began writing in it. Afterwards he decided to throw his diary into the pond infront of Hatori's house like the little kid he was.
"Gee Hiro" Hatori started, "Instead of poluting my pond with your problems, why don't you visit my office to get help with them?" Half the cast laughed at this, Hiro gritted his teeth.
Shortly after Hiro left Momiji came and swam in the pond and took a piss in it.
Hatori gave Momiji a swift glare while everyone else looked at the German Rabbit symbol funnily
"Uh, I've never done that" Momiji yelled. "That's disgusting"
"The pond area is now strictly off limits to anybody" Hatori mumbled.
That night, as the Sohma family slept, the pond, with it's quietly mystic nature, disturbed by kidney liquid, began to glow! "Freee " a voice yelled sexily yet mysteriously from within, "I'm finally free!"
"Yeah umm," Shigure started, "Why don't we all just go to sleep now and block this all out?" Shigure suggested.
If you do that, The force typed, We'll transmit the stories through your minds and let your dreams be the perfect imagery of the ideas of these authors =D
" . . . . . . . .Evil . . . . . . . . .. " Hatori mummured.
Suddenly, the dreams of all of the juusanshi and Tohru morphed into very twisted dreams. Yuki and Ayame found themselves in girl school uniforms
A vein of anger grew on Ayame, yet another person considers him a girl. He was kinda glad his brotherwas still sleeping, avoiding this tortorous story.
They were running, being chased by zombies in banana suits who threatened to bite them, whic would cause them to become pigs that the zombies controlled to do .. .what ever the zombies wanted them to do.
What IS this?" Shigure wondered
The two teens were running along with Kagura, Momiji and Hatori, a little younger.
"Guys. . ." Hatori said half threatingly, "I'm only twenty eight."
Kagura ran ahead of the rest then turned to face them. "Guys, theres only one thing we can do to stop these guys!" They nodded and ran into a familiar formation.
"We have formations?" Kagura asked
Music suddenly came on out of no where and they started dancing. The dance was quickly recognizable as the Hare Hare Yukai, Kagura was Haruhi, Yuki was Yuki, Momiji was Koizumi Ayame was Mikuru and Hatori was Kyon
Everyone was now confused at what this person was talking about. The force opened a new tab, went to YouTube and pulled up the origional Hare Hare Yukai and indicated who the fanfic said everyone was representing. Half of them shook their heads.
"Let me get this straight" Hatori started "We're being attacked by zombies, and we're dancing . . .?" Hiro sighed.
"In anime,that actuaslly is possible. Kisa watched an anime 'bout mermaids who sang instead of fighting. Everyone was now in deep thought, wondering what kinda place this alternate dimension was.
"A-At least the dance looks fun . . ." Momiji offered sheepishly, which really didn't help anything.
Mean while Rin and Haru were strapped up watching endless reruns of Mr. Bean on a projector.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" The two yelled together, crying now
There were zombies there too, singing random horribly and laughing
The two groaned.
Meanwhile Tohru, Ritsu, and Kyou had already been bitten and turned into pigs. They sat as guards to Kisa and Hiro who were sitting on a large dango watching anime in a room on the opposite side of the school. As Kisa looked at the anime , enjoying it innocently, Hiro continued writing in his diary the horrible fates of the poor individuals. "This was only the beginning." he smirked.
"B-beginning?" Ritsu uttered "How much is there?" Hiro looked
"Ten bloody chapters . . ." he uttered. Everyone now glared at Hiro, except for the three sleepers.
"Is this how you really view us?" Momiji asked. Hiro coughed
"In a very exaggerated way, but yes."
Don't worry. We'll only read the first chapter of every fic we choose . . .unless there's a good reason to go on =3. We'll be moving on now! The force typed
Who will read next? What tortures shall they find? Find out next time! Send in your ideas if you got any and see them come true~! (Sorry if this chapter eneded up kinda suckish, I'll write another Friday hopefully, we don't do much shopping usually . . .
Ja ne!