This is a parody fanfiction that references other stories in this category. I only do this out of respect for the community, and maybe out of boredom as well. I respect the wishes of the original authors, and if you wish to have any of your referenced works changed or removed, contact me and I will have it done as soon as possible.
"Cosmic Baka and The Sarcastic Maraca... Kodari has a thought... Huh? A got a fiction about Masanto? Uuuohhh, it's a shipping too!"
This is Inohara Masato. He's an idiot.
Recently, with recommendations from the older Natsume sibling, Kyousuke, he's been reading various stories on a website called 'PanFiction.Web', whose numerous works by dedicated series lovers around the world help inspire the creative concious of the reader's mind... or just give them a cheap laugh at said series' expense.
Masato, however, has his eyes glued to the screen of his Sangsong mobile, flicking through the small list of stories about a certain game turned anime, Little Rusters, a visual novel about a group of friends who decide to get together again to form a soccor team.
"You're still reading those stories? This is so unlike you, Masato." Riki Naoe, Masato's roommate on campus, and lifelong best friend. "You should at least take a break before your eyes get sore..."
Practically smoking at the pupils, Masato keeps reading. He does so for hours more, until he finally passes out from exhaustion.
"That muscle head hasn't stopped reading. Normally he's hanging out with us, finding something foolish to fight with me about." says a silver haired young man in a long blue kimono. "It's like he's become a whole other person..."
"Perhaps it's good that he's trying new things" replies their group founder, sipping his Green Bull with a manga in hand. "I don't mind at least. What about you, Riki?"
Nothing. The younger boy is laying his head down, snoring softly. Masato is so quiet now that he can finally get a bit of sleep. He just groans and turns his head in some sort of response.
"Well I think that retard might actually learn from fiction. It's all that swirls in the endless vortex of his head anyway." the small girl beside Riki states.
"Gud'morningu eberiwan!" Calls a pint sized quarter Japanese girl, entering the cafeteria. "How are yuu!?"
"Noumi, er..." the older Natsume sibling struggles for a moment. "I am fine... tankiyu vewy moch!" he struggles to get out of his mouth. English is one language he could never quite catch onto. However, the silver haired man beside him had no issues.
"I am fine, Noumi, and how are you?" he says calmly, watching the girl screwing up her face trying to think of a response.
Then the doors were slammed open as a large black-haired man trudged inside, letting out a great yawn.
"Uaaaaahhhh... Ohaio..." The human tank lumbered over to the group's, and falls, smacking his face on the side of their table, landing on the floor and then he proceeds to snore loudly.
"Baka." says the younger girl, Rin.
"Masato!? Are you okay!?" Riki yells, helping the unconcious musclehead to the seat next to him. He slowly opens his eyes.
"K... kawaii..."
Kyousuke is amused. "Oi, Riki, you might just have a secret admirer~" he says, with a (slightly perverted) grin on his face.
"Sorry? I don't understand." he responds, having not taken notice. But he's launched into the nearest wall when Masato jolts back to life.
"Shit, I didn't say anythiiiing...!" he shouts, running away, back to the boy's dorm.
"Baka." repeats Rin, eating the last of her meal.
THE END...
Not.
Chapter 2 coming out whenever I feel like doing it.