Something minor Mihoshi threw together in boredom after Frosty pointed it
out to her. ^^;;  Pay no mind. *giggle*
***
   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?!"
   "You should really stop talking to yourself... just a comment."
   "What?  What??"
   "Haven't ruined anyone's life, huh??"
   Mihoshi looked around, her eyes settled on a figure, maybe no more than
five and a half feet in height, and wearing a blue uniform.  She scanned
him carefully, white fur... fur?!  Large green eyes, cute pink nose, ponted
ears, very cat-like... what?  "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 coward behind her chair, rather stunned.
    "How'd you get here?   Who are you?!  This isn't funny!  Who sent you?"
the girl rambled through her questions, a great bit unnerved, "And how'd
you get in?!  Wait!  I don't tell anyone about myself!!  Who told you where
I was?"
   "Feh, come on!  You know who I am!  You're the only one who would do
something this weird... to someone as obscure as me!!  Besides, I know
everything about you, even your name." the cat-person grinned wickedly.
   Mihoshi got to her feet and stared, "You are NOT Gosunkugi.  A
reasonable facsimili, 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!"
   "Gimmie one example."
   "Chris Willmore."
   ".  .  ."
   "Heh heh."
   "Oh yeah?  Name another!"
   "John Biles."
   "HEY!  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'm not here for revenge.  What would
I do?  No, I'm here to freak you out."  he stepped over and grinned as
Mihoshi scrambled backward, "See?  As for not ruining anyone's life?  Look
at me.  I'm a walking furball in a school uniform!  You know the flak I get
at Furinkan High?  If I wasn't weird-looking before..."
   "But I fixed all that in the end!  You went back to normal!  Everyone
was happy!"
   "I am never 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, "No, you didn't.  You didn't
actually write that part.  It was left hanging.  All insinuation.  Feh!
And I SAW what you wrote down in that rough plot you tossed out.  The
sequel you were thinking of.  She didn't turn me back!"
   ".  .  ."
   "Well?!"
   "I threw it out though!  I'm not writing it!  I'll come up with
something else."
   "Still left me as a cat-thing.  Do you know how annoying it is to light
candles with fur covering my hands?!" he thrust forward a blackened paw.
   "Uh sorry..." she offered, "Try electric candles?"
   "BAH!"
   "Sorry."
   "Well, you ARE going to turn me back, ne?  I'll never get a girl like
this..."
   Mihoshi thought to herself, *In MY stories?  You'll never get a girl period.*
   "I saw that!"
   "Stop reading my mind!"
   "No."
   Mihoshi suddenly wished she had a mallet, "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 and pointed dramatically, "I'm not the only one
you've messed with and you know it!"
   "Yeah?  Who else?"
   "Wot about me then?"  a new voice, brittish sounding.  It was Tanya,
Mihoshi's own fanfic creation.  She seemed to appear out of nowhere through
a haze of now dissapating smoke.  The diminuative chimneysweep martial
artist stepped forward, a scowl on her face.
   Mihoshi ridged!  "Hey!  I made you up!  What's your problem?!  Without
me, you'd be nothing!" she stared at the form now pacing towards her.
   "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?!!"
   Scratching her head, Mihoshi slowly nodded, "Well... yeah..."
   "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 smiled, watching Mihoshi argue with a character
that was possibly more stubborn than her.
   "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!"
   *click* "What's this?" a new voice called from the sidelines.
   Mihoshi turned around to see Tenchi sitting at *her* computer, "Hey!
Get away from there!"
   Tenchi clicked through Mihoshi's online account, "So is that's your real
name?  Really?  It's --*MMPH!*"
   Mihoshi slammed her hand over Tenchi's mouth, "Quiet!  People are
reading this... I think.  Why're you here?  I haven't 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.
   "Like you have a choice?"
   "True."
   "Oy!  Yank!  Ah'm not done wit' ya" came the outraged cry of a pissed Brit.
   "Ara, Wasyuu-chan... what DID you do with VanPelt when you took him to
your lab, the fic doesn't say..." Tenchi pawed through the incomplete
story.
   "Want me to show you, Tenchi-dono?" Wasyuu batted her eyelashes.
   "Iie!"
   Gosunkugi chimed in, "Don'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.
   Tanya approached Gosunkugi and pokled, "Eh?  Ryo, that 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, "Iie, you aren't coping a
feel in this one."
   "Aww."
   Gosunkugi looked around, "Good thing she left before the Star trek
people started to show up.  It could have gotten ugly."
    "She did Star Trek fics?" Tenchi looked up from the computer.
    "Yup."
    Wasyuu tsked, "Oh the humanity."
   Chekov grumbled off to one side, his remark aimed at Gosunkugi, "And you
think she messed with you...."

Signature?  Ara?

/Quit
/Escape
/Help

WAAAAH!  Mihoshi can't get out?  Mihoshi will type something then. @_@

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*  police officer who tends to be accident prone.  She's from Tenchi Muyo!!  *
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