A/N: Thank you to each and every reviewer. I'm glad you liked the start of this story and I hope you'll like this chapter as well. Also, I ask my readers as a whole: What about fanfiction bugs you? It doesn't necessarily have to be a Sue cliche, it can be a fanfiction cliche in general. Do script fics make your brain numb? Does harems make you want to puke? Do long ass author's notes (much like this one) make you want to shoot something? In short, what do you think needs to be mocked and ridiculed until the ends of time (or this story). Feel free to rant and rave but please, I'd like to know so leave it in a review or a message to me.

After what seemed like an eternity of running, Bianchi finally allowed you to slow your pace. The two of you had been running through murky, disgusting sewer water for a while now, criss-crossing directions and going through various sewer pipes. You'd been keeping up a steady stream of 'are we there yet' for the first little while, getting no response from the woman in front of you. Apparently, she didn't know or just didn't want to answer. It was when she rounded on you, face screwed up in annoyance and a poisonous, purple, bug-filled cake popping out of nowhere to appear in her hand that you'd shut up.

So the running had been most silent. You really hated silence. But you hated being poisoned even more so you managed to shut up. But it was really hard for you to shut up so it was no surprise that, when you slowed to a walking pace and after you had caught your breath, your mouth opened up again.

"Are we…"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," Bianchi warned, poisonous, purple dumplings appearing in her hands this time.

So you didn't finish that sentence. Nope, you started another one. Smart, huh? After all, she had only told you not to finish that sentence. She hadn't told you to shut up.

"Bianchi-chan! My pants are soaked right up to the knees."

"I don't care."

"You should! These are damn new pants."

"They're ugly and they make your ass look huge. Now shut up, we're almost there."

You did shut up though it wasn't because you wanted to or were listening to her. Nope, it was because you were busy sulking at her comment. These pants were not ugly! They were cute and goddamit, you did not have a fat ass! It was just pleasantly rounded!

So instead of having a conversation with Bianchi to pass this boring trip through extremely foul-smelling sewers, you tried to focus your attention on the path you were taking during this trip. Right…right again…straight ahead…left…crawl on your knees for a bit…then straight…then right…no maybe that was left. Fuck it; you'd always been bad at directions. You'd been doing good to remember which one was your left and which was your right.

Then like a miracle straight from God she said those blessed words.

"Down this tunnel and then we're there."

Screaming joyously and nearly shattering her eardrums, you rushed ahead of her and ran pell-mell through the straight tunnel she'd been pointing to. It wasn't a long distance and in no time flat, your knees hit concrete. Though it hurt, you didn't even give it a second thought. No, you were too busy gazing around you in wonder. This was fucking sweet. It was an underground lair, complete with hammocks hanging from the walls and furniture strewn about.

You climbed up the high concrete step that separated the sewer from the evil-lair looking thing as Bianchi came up behind you.

"How do you like it?" you heard her ask as she hopped up the concrete stair as well.

"This is fucking awesome! It's like some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shit mixed with the ultimate smelly evil lair!"

"HARU IS NOT EVIL! HARU IS A GOOD GUY!"

Your head turned to the sound of the scream, wondering who could have said that. Well, would you look at that? Haru was here! Now that you took time to notice, this lair thingy was filled to the brim with people. Haru, Kyoko, Bianchi, Chrome, Hana, and you were there. Oh, and there was Nana Sawada! And Lal Mirch! And the Cervello as well. And there was Adelheid and P. Shitt! And Iris Hepburn! And Oregano! And Lussuria?

Leaning over to Bianchi, you stared at Lussuria as he waggled his fingers at you, approaching you.

"Why is Lussuria here?" you stage whispered.

"Well, apparently he wasn't affected by the current situation because he's not attractive enough to be shipped in yaoi pairings and too gay to fall victim to our enemy."

"Hey! That's not very nice! I am so attractive!" Lussuria yelled, glaring and shaking a fist in a child-like manner at Bianchi.

"So our enemy tried imprisoning him in Vendicare like she's done to anyone she doesn't like or who won't bow to her whims. The few of us who'd evaded capture held a jailbreak and managed to extract Lussuria and a few others from the prison," Bianchi finished, completely ignoring Lussuria, who was now sulking.

He sulked even more when you ignored him as well. Bianchi usually ignored him that was nothing new. But you? You never ignored him. You realized he was a great member of the even greater Varia and you paid him the attention he deserved. Except for now, where you let him fade into the background like the minor, non-attention-worthy side character that he was.

"Okay, I understand that," you said to Bianchi, your brow furrowing up in confusion. "But why are they here?" you demanded furiously, an arm being thrown out suddenly to point accusingly at Adelheid, P. Shitt and Iris Hepburn. "They aren't even in this arc!"

"Don't be stupid," Adelheid said, stepping towards you with a smirk, her boobs bouncing with every step she took. Damn, you could hear those things clear across the room…probably could hear them bouncing clear across Japan. "Everyone knows that Sues, and hell, most fanfiction authors never pay attention to the arcs of a series. It's all about furthering their wonderful romance with (insert hot bishie here)."

"Hey! Don't call me stupid!" you shouted over the myriad others in the room muttering, asking what an arc was and what fanfiction was.

All of a sudden a loud, shrill cry split the tenseness between the two of you.

"THERE WILL BE NO BREAKING OF THE FOURTH WALL!"

You watched, awe-struck as Lal Mirch dropped out of the air, landing a spectacular drop-kick straight to Adelheid's breasts. With a startled cry, she bounced right back up as if she'd just jumped on a trampoline. When she came back down, her outstretched legs landed right on the smirking, obnoxious Boobzilla's head and Adelheid fell down, knocked out cold. You shouldn't suppress the victory cry you felt.

"GO LAL MIRCH!" you screamed, running around in circles before punting an imaginary football into the ground. "Wait…" you said, something dawning on you as your face lit up in curiosity again. "Why do I know your name before I've ever even met you or been introduced to you? I mean, you might be in the arc I'm in and all…but you were battling against the fake ninth while I was watching the Ring Battles."

Lal Mirch's eyes narrowed and with a ferocious scream, she launched herself at you.

"NO BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL! AND NO DAMN LAMPSHADE HANGING!"

All you felt next was a tremendous pain before everything went black.