Yawning, Mihoshi sat up in her bed and stared at the clock. She was
still semi asleep and it seemed to say 6:30pm. Oh shit! She bolted
upright, immediately awakened by the sheer horror of being late for her
job. Now fully awake, the girl launched for the clock and grabbed it!
Green, digital numbers flashed back at her: 11:30 am. Whew.
Mihoshi stumbled from her bed and yawned, 5 hours before work, wait,
what was today? Tuesday, Bleah. As was routine, she headed to the one
thing that meant anything to her in her rather lonely existance: The
computer.
"Okay, let's see what we have." she flipped on the the computer and
brought up Telnet, "Ranmamuck, geez, no one. Ishido's an hour idle,
probably at school. No Ryo, Akane K., Ratiko's not here, he rarely is.
Damn. FFmux is toast. IRC? Maybe later. I should work on my page, can't
pull up Photoshop and Netscape with Telnet and Eudora up. Hmm, Eudora..."
she opened Eudora and scanned through her mail.
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Fanfic Revenge!
Who, me? I haven't hurt anyone...
Silly rantings of Mihoshi. ^^;
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"Hmm, fanfics about people's stories haunting them? That's rather
silly." Mihoshi went on to delete most of the stuff, keeping only a few
messages to read later. She peered at RanmaMUCK, now idled an hour with
nobody on still, "Damn, where is everybody? Well, hell. Everywhere's
dead, may as well try to write something before RPM kills me. Still owe
him a story." she again thought about the rampaging fanfic characters and
laughed, "I couldn't write that if I wanted to. I haven't wrecked or
messed with anyone's life..."
"HAH!"
The girl damn near leaped out of her chair, badly startled, "AAAAH!"
instead, she collapsed sideways in a heap and looked up from behind her
chair, "What the hell?!"
"Ano... you should really stop talking to yourself... just a comment."
"What? What??"
"Haven't ruined anyone's life, eh?"
Mihoshi looked around, her eyes settled on a figure, maybe no more than
five and a half feet in height, and wearing a navy blue school uniform of
Japanese design. She scanned the invader over carefully, and the first
thing that jumped out at her wa the layer of white fur covering it's face
and hands... fur?! Two large green eyes peered at her rather angrily from
an angular muzzled face while large pointed ears flicked backward as if to
confirm that this figure was, indeed, not a happy camper. Fine black
whiskers quivered as it continued to glower. The overall effect was
very...er, startling? Almost. There was an anthropomorphic cat standing
in *HER* room... what the hell? The final touch was the lit (yes lit)
candles it wore strapped to it's head, "Errr..."
"Surprised? You shouldn't be. That 'little' fic you put out? The one
that was supposed to be cute? Look what you did to me!" the figure shot a
glare at Mihoshi, who now remained ineffectively hidden behind her chair,
more stunned than your average Norweigian Blue Polly.
"How'd you get here? Who are you?! This isn't funny! Who sent you?"
the girl rambled through her questions, she had a bad feeling about this...
it seemed all too familliar, "And how'd you get in?! Wait! I don't tell
anyone about myself!! Who told you where I was?"
"Feh, you know how I got here! You know who I am! You're the only one
who would do something this weird... iie, STUPID to me!! Besides, I know
everything about you, even your name." the cat-person grinned wickedly,
knowing her name was always good leverage against Mihoshi. She's so
paranoid!
Mihoshi got to her feet and stared, "You are NOT Gosunkugi. A
reasonable facsimili, maybe, but you are NOT a manga character here to get
revenge. I don't buy it. And even if you WERE! People have done worse
things to you!" she sincerely hoped she was as convincinge as she was
trying to be. This had to be a figure of her imagination... but it wasn't
buying her spiel at all.
Gosunkugi crossed his arms over his chest and looked aprehensive.
Mihoshi blinked in response, something rather typical of her.
"Ano... one example."
"Chris Willmore."
". . ."
"Heh heh."
"Oh yeah? Name another!"
"John Biles."
"Ano ne! At least he gave me a cute girlfriend!"
"Well, yeah..."
"Hah."
"He also gave you omnipotent enemies who want your girlfriend back."
"Er..."
"Hah yourself."
Gosunkugi grumbled, "Don't worry, I am not here for revenge. What would
I do? Iie, my mission is put to see that is corrected. That, and derail
your your reality for a while." he stepped over and grinned as Mihoshi
scrambled backward, " As for not ruining anyone's life? Look at me!" the
felinoid spread his arms outward for emphasis, "I'm a walking furball in
a school uniform! Do you have any idea how miserable my life is for this?
They laughed at me behind my back and I could feel the stares. Now, at
Furinkan, the students laugh at me to my face. Hai, Saotome fears me
somewhat now, and that is almost a consolation, but still...""
"But I fixed all that in the end! You went back to normal! Everyone
was happy!"
Gosunkugi sighed longingly, "I can never never be happy."
"That's not the point" Mihoshi stood and approached 'Gosunneko'. She
poked him in the chest and looked up at him slightly, "I put everything
right in the end."
Gosunkugi leered back, his eyes slitting, "Iie, you did not. You didn't
actually write that part of the story. It was left hanging. All
insinuation. Feh! And I SAW what you had written down in the rough plot
you tossed out. The sequel you never began. Cologne couldn't figure out
how to remove the curse I had laid upon myself! She didn't turn me back!"
". . ."
"Well?!"
"I tossed it! It won't happen! I'm not writing it! I'll come up with
something else, okay? Geez, picky Takahashi characters..." Mihoshi
suddenly thought to herself, <I'm arguing with an anime character... I've
flipped... they'll be carting me away to the looney bin any moment now...>
the thought made her chuckle slightly, she'd expected to go out like
that... but not so soon!
"By the end of the existing story, I am still left as a cat-thing. Do
you realize just how difficult it is to light candles with fur covering my
hands?!" he thrust forward a charred and blackened paw for inspection.
"Uh sorry..." she offered, "Try electric candles?"
"BAH!"
"Sorry."
"Well, you ARE going to turn me back, ne? I'll never be able to have a
normal relationship with a girl looking like this..."
Mihoshi thought to herself, *In MY stories? You'll never get a girl period.*
"I saw that!"
"Stop reading my mind!"
"Iie."
"Don't make me set you up with Shampoo!"
"Ack! You wouldn't!"
"Try me."
"Feh."
Mihoshi suddenly wished she had a mallet, <Too bad I can't just write
myself one... actually, maybe I could. Naaaaaaah, now that'd just be
silly>, she shook her head and finally shrugged, "If you're the only person
I've messed with, it's no big deal, right? I mean, you're Gosunkugi. You
were made to be messed with."
Gosunkugi laughed a bit, "Heh heh heh, perhaps that may be true... but
I'm not the only one you've messed with. There are others."
"Yeah? Who else?"
"Wot about me then?" a new voice, brittish sounding. It was Tanya
Noori, Mihoshi's own fanfic creation. She seemed to appear out of nowhere
through a haze of now dissapating smoke. Black soot seemed to cover the
area as the diminuative chimneysweep martial artist stepped forward, a
scowl on her face.
Mihoshi ridged! "Waitaminute! I made you up! What's your problem?!
Without me, you'd be nothing!" she stared at the form now pacing towards
her, "You're not even a real Ranma character! Why're you here?"
"Oy! Ah could 'adle th' background ya gave me, but then ya let that RPM
guy write me inta 'is stuff! 'Ave you seen wot 'e's been doing t' me?!!"
Tanya made it a point to prod at Mihoshi on every other word.
Mihoshi slowly nodded, "Well... yeah... hey, ow! Stop poking me!"
"So ya admit t' it!! 'ow could ya let'm do all that stuff?"
"Um, it's funny?"
"Funny my arse!"
Gosunkugi sat back and grinned, watching Mihoshi argue with her own
character.
"I wrote you, I'll do what I want with you!"
"Don't mean Ah'll like it, ya git!"
"Okay, so I messed with Gosunkugi and handed you to a fiendishly clever
writer. What else? Nothing! HAH! That's all I wrote!" she looked
victorious! After all, the only other things she'd written were only half
complete or hidden far FAR away from outside eyes.
*click* "What's this?" a new voice called from the sidelines.
Mihoshi spun around to see Tenchi sitting at *her* computer, "Hey! Get
away from there! That's a very *delicate piece of equipment, and it's
mine! Leave it alone!"
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* - Editors note: Macs ARE indeed very delicate machines. If you even so
much as look at one wrong, it may and likely will crash. Remember, if it
doesn't crash once a day, it not a _real_ Mac. Anyhow, back to the story.
^_^
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Tenchi clicked through Mihoshi's online account, "So is that's your real
name? Really? It's --*MMPH!*"
Mihoshi managed only barely to slam her hand over Tenchi's mouth,
"Quiet! People are reading this, or might be... I think. Anyway..." the
flustered writer uncovered Tenchi's mouth and grumbled, "Why're you here?
I haven't even put anything out on Tenchi."
"No, but why are there gazelles stampeding through the Masaki-ke?" this
voice went to a petite, red-haired woman who now clicked at the keyboard
just over Tenchi's shoulder, "Hey, you wrote me out of character here...
I'd never let Mihoshi in my lab." Wasyuu insisted knowingly, looking over
to Mihoshi.
"Like you have a choice?"
"True."
"Oy! Yank! Ah'm not done wit' ya" came the outraged cry of a pissed Brit.
"A... ano," Gosunkugi stuttered, trying to hold Tanya off, "We're not
here to kill her... someone? Help?"
"Lemme go! I wanna kill her! She MUST be daft, handin' me over like
that!" Tanya shoved the frail cat-person aside and leaped for her
creator... only to find herself bound and gagged in energy beams midway
through her leap. She fell to the floor unceremoniously as Mihoshi just
kinda stared.
"Arigato, Wasyuu-sama!"
"Anytime, kid, I live for it."
"Ara, Wasyuu-chan... what DID you do with VanPelt when you took him to
your lab, the fic doesn't say..." Tenchi pawed through one of many
incomplete stories.
"Want me to show you, Tenchi-dono?" Wasyuu batted eyelashes.
"Iie!"
Gosunkugi spoke softly, "You didn't mess with anyone, hm?"
"AAAAAAAAAGH!" Mihoshi screamed and ran from the room, leaving behind
the madhouse. The front door slammed shut, and the crew looked around.
Wasyuu snapped her fingers, freeing Tanya, "There you go, now be a good
little girl, ne?" she grinned mischieviously.
Tanya grumbled and stood back up. She stomped over to gosunkugi and
poked him squarely in the chest, "I coulda 'ad 'er! Ya ruined it fer me!
I'd think... saaaay Ryo, izzat you in that funny costume?"
Gosunkugi shrieked, "I am not Ryo!! Why do people keep asking me that?!"
"Ne, Tenchi-dono, go back to that part where I'm feeling you up..."
Wasyuu read quietly over tenchi's shoulder.
Tenchi clicked on a paragraph and deleted it straight out, "Iie, you
aren't coping a feel in this one."
"Aww."
Gosunkugi looked around, "Ano... it's a good thing she left before the
Star trek people started to show up. It may have gotten ugly."
"It may still." Wasyuu commented as she retyped another paragraph, "If
you can delete a scene, I get to add one!"
"Wasyuu-chan! Er... she did Star Trek fics?" Tenchi looked up from the
computer.
"Yup."
Wasyuu tsked, "Oh the humanity." and continued to type away.
Chekov grumbled off to one side, his remark aimed at Gosunkugi, "And
you think she messed vith you...."
All the anime characters in the room turned to stare at the Star Trek guy.
Chekov just looked innocent, "Vhat?"
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It was a full 30 minutes later, Mihoshi's room is a wreck. Aeka now
sent various bits of wooden debris at Ryouko. In return, Ryouko now hurled
balls of energy right back. Aeka screamed, "Ryouko! How DARE you marry my
Tenchi?!!"
"Dare? Hey! We all knew that I'd win! This fic is going out pronto!"
Ryouko hurled another energy bolt, which made short work what was once
Mihoshi's desk. She continued to LEER at the monitor at a plot outline for
yet ANOTHER Tenchi fic in hiding, "Hey, Aeka, you're a bad guy in this,
too! Wah-hahahahahah!!:
"WHAT?!"
"Yup yup... you and your jealous streak. HAH! This is great!"
Aeka went a brilliant red and sniffled a bit, "Ryouko... how can you be
so mean?!" snd with that, launched a torrent of wood cylinders at Ryouko,
who ducked, still laughing! With the attack went the only window in the
room *shatter*
"Iie... Aeka, Ryouko... please stop..." Tenchi went largely ignored.
Gosunkugi and Tanya argued over who got to use which controller to play
King of Fighters '96 on Mihoshi's Saturn. Tanya growled and yanked back
*HER* controller, "Gimmie that, ya lackey."
Chekov had taken to wandering... and had found himself out in the
backyard. The anime crew peered out the window as he ran by screaming...
chased by two rather LARGE and irritated dogs.
Wasyuu just had to comment, "Wow, he really does scream well..."
"Okay that's it! Get outta my room!"
Tanya looked up from the KOF96 game in progress and scowled, "You back,
eh? Er... wot's that ya got?"
Mihoshi stood in her doorway, and she looked angry beyond retrieval as
she assessed the damage. Window shattered, desk was toothpicks, her
artpens had gotten stomped in a scuffle, various tapes were scattered and
broken, people were sitting at *HER* computer and tampering with *HER*
files... it was too much!
Ryouko and Aeka paused their battle long enough to stare at Mihoshi,
Tenchi commented, "Ano... gomen nasai about the room..."
Mihoshi pulled out her compound bow and knocked an arrow, "Get out of my
room!" she really didn't look all that intimidating, her small stature made
it almost difficult to take her seriously.
Wasyuu was the first to comment on it, too, "You don't scare me. What,
you're going to shoot us with arrows? How primative. Now, if you were
aiming an Alberan chain cannon at me, I might break a sweat."
"I don't care! get out! Out! Out!!"
"Think she's upset?" Ryouko wondered aloud rather sarcasticly.
Aeka growled, "She's upset! What about me?? She makes me a villian!!
"And it fits you so well, Aeka. *giggle*"
"Shut up Ryouko!"
"JUST GET OUT!" Mihoshi screamed at the top of her lungs, "Look at my
room! My Dad's gonna kill me! Get out! All of you! Now! Before I---"
she was cut off by the sound of engines... like an approaching jet...
All the Tenchi characters looked up knowingly. Tanya and Gosunkugi
blinked without a clue. 'Mihoshi' suddenly had a sinking feeling she knew
what was about to happen...
Tenchi characters just stayed where they were and waited for it... it
had to be... it could only be...
*CRAAAAAAAASH!!!*
It was.
The room was demolished in seconds, along with much of the rest of the
house. A large spacecraft embedded itself forcefully into the center of
the room, nosecone digging deep into the foundation. With the blast,
everyone was thrown in various directions. As the dust settled, a figure
stepped out, coughing, "Ara? Ara?"
The writer screamed mentally as she mumbled, "It's... it's... no..."
"Wai! Mihoshi is sorry! Mihoshi forgot again that there is no warning
beacon! Wai! Tenchi-sama!" the blond bounced happily at Tenchi and
glomptackled him to the ground, "Mihoshi is so happy to see you! Ara?
Where is Mihoshi?"
Tanya shambled from the wreckage, dragging Gosunkugi out with her, "Wot
th' bloody 'ell?!!"
Staring, now dazed and befuddled, 'Mihoshi' sat very quietly as the real
MIhoshi now headed in her direction.
"Ara? You go by Mihoshi too? Wai! Mihoshi so happy! Ara? Ano... you
look nothing like Mihoshi..." the ditsy galaxy police woman pokled at the
writer carefully, "You're too short... you're not blond... and you're not
tan. Waaaaah! Mihoshi is much cuter too. ^_^"
'Mihoshi' hmphed, "Yeah, at least I have a brain in my skull."
"Ara? Mihoshi has a brain... she thinks... waaaaah, Tenchi-sama,
Mihoshi has a brain!! Tell her!!"
Wasyuu as unphased and back at the computer, the only thing left intact
miraculously. She giggled to herself as she finished rewriting a few bits,
"There, I believe our work here is done. Come on, kids."
Tanya grumbled, "T' 'ell wit' this place... ah'll letcha off now, but ya
better be writin' somethin' t' make up for what RPM's doin' t' me!" she
poked 'Mihoshi', "Now, where'dja say he was?"
Still dazed, she handed an empty, ripped envelope with RPM's address to
Tanya.
Tanya tipped her hat in return, "G'day." and dragged an unconscious
Gosunkugi with her, "I'll take skinny 'ere, too, might be a good shield.
Hahahahaha!" she waited for a portal to appear and stepped through. With
that, she, and the furball, were gone.
Mihoshi still pikupiku'd at the the writer who'd taken her name for a
pen name, "Ara? Why did you take Mihoshi's name? Mihoshi didn't take
yours..."
Wasyuu clicked away at her 'no-hands' keyboard and announced, "Okay,
we're outta here. Let's go."
Another portal opened up, much like the one Tanya had left through,
"Come on... come on... enough time wasted here." Wasyuu grabbed up tenchi
who had also been knocked unconscious in the blast, "Here, Ryouko, take
him."
Mihoshi waved her hand in front of the still dazed writer, "Ano...
hello? Are you in there? Hellooooo..."
Ryouko took her Tenchi, "Oh, I'll take good care of him. Ne... I marry
Tenchi... sugoi!" she stepped through the portal cackling maniacly.
Wasyuu grabbed Mihoshi by the wrist and dragged her along, "Come on...
we've done what we needed to..." she appraised the damage a bit, "and maybe
a bit more." the two disappeared through the portal, leaving only Aeka and
'Mihoshi' in the crater that was once a house.
"Well, I never. Turn me into a villian, will you? I'll give you a
reason to make me a villian!" Aeka pulled out a generic-looking raygun and
targetted 'Mihoshi'.
"Ack!" she scrambled as the gun charged... and fired on her. 'Mihoshi'
felt a sudden wrenching sensation and hit the ground.
"Oh-hohohoho! Now you can call me a villain." Aeka giggled and stepped
through the portal, "You have a nice day." came her final words as the
portal faded out.
Mihoshi blinked... it was readily apparent what happened. She wasn't
dead, no, much worse. Shegrumbled to herself, and tried to yell an
obscenity, "Miyah!"
Yup, the dreaded insta-cabbit ray... a devious creation of that
super-genius Wasyuu!
An incredibly cute, biege-furred cabbit made her way over to the phone.
Kawaii brown eyes flooding with tears. She pawed at the numbers and
pressed a floppy ear to the reciever...
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It had been a long day, and Kev had just gotten home from it. He made
his way straight to his room and was halted as he passed the phone. It
rang almost on cue.
*RING!*
"Hmmm..."
*RING*
He picked up the phone, "Hello?"
<MIYAH!>
"Er... what?"
<MIYAH! Miyahmiyahmiyah!!!>
"No way..."
End? Mihoshi is late for work, so yeah... end. ^^; for now anyway.
Signature? Ara?
/Quit
/Escape
/Help
WAAAAH! Mihoshi can't get out? Mihoshi will type something then. @_@
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* Wai! What does Mihoshi put here? Ara? Mihoshi does not know! Wah! @_@ *
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* Ryouko@ShojoMUCK * Mail@RMUCK Wai! * Mihoshi/Sayuri on IRC * Gex@Furtoonia *
* many people@other places * And above it all...(or below it all... ara?) *
* Mihoshi@ptw.com *
* Find Mihoshi's page! Wai! It's at www.ptw.com/~mihoshi/Mail1.html *
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* Who is Mihoshi? Mihoshi is a ditsy blond-haired, bronze skinned Galaxy *
* police officer who tends to be accident prone. She's from Tenchi Muyo!! *
* *giggle* Mihoshi is me! Scary, ne? Ara? Wai! What's this button do.. *
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Who Writes this stuff?? *Hey, I just work here, bub.*