Subject: [fic] Gratuitous Self Part 6
From: TimeRunner
Date: 4/5/1997, 12:24 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com, ronin@world.std.com

I find it funny that people tend to get different impressions of this fic,
depending on where hey come in. I remember someone telling me after reading
part 4 that at first he thought that some author who was full of himself
decided to write a revengefic. Likewise, people who got in around part 2-3
thought is was a STRAIGHT self-insertion fic, if you can believe that.

With the initial ramlblings done, lets get down to the nitty-gritty, shall
we, as Takezo did himself...

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Gratuitous Self Part 6: Down to the Nitty-Gritty


	"Okay!"
	Takezo was ready. He had put off writing part 5 of 'Turning Road' for too
long now. He had been prod so many times that, if they were physical prods,
he would have died of electric shock a long time ago.
	Shutting off his modem, he sat down in front of the PC. A six-pack of Jolt
was set down on the floor beside him. A band of cloth tied around his head
bore the words, 'Write or DIE!'. I'm going to finish this part tonight if
it's the last thing I do, he thought.
	The last thing I do. Hmm. Um...The last thing I do tonight. That'd be more
accurate. Yeah. Although it lacks the finality of 'The last thing I do.'
Period. I suppose it's the finality of the statement that lends it dramatic
effect. The last thing I do. People overuse that statement, y'know? As if
it'd be the last thing they did. Huh. As in, 'I'll call her tonight if it's
the last thing I'll do'. As if that were the case. Nooo, afterward, you'd
want to see her in the morning, and then ask her out, then after that,
probably go steady, then maybe get married, have kids, live 'til a ripe old
age...
	Last thing I do. Right.
	Takezo glanced over at his clock. He had spent twenty minutes with that
last train of thought.
	Something tells me I've been thinking about this too long. 

	Where was I? Oh, yeah! I'm going to finish this part tonight if it's the
last thing I do!
	At this, he started typing like mad. No more thoughts of Kojiro and the
Crusaders. No more thoughts of KatsuSando-Con and that girl in the Devil
Hunter Yohko outfit. No more. All that mattered was the fic. Although that
girl...
	Takezo shook his head to clear it. Fanfic. Must....write....fanfic!!!

-----

	"So you're my roommate."
	"Yep!"

	This was not good. This...this idiot living in the same boarding house (Ryo
Kurin Ryo) -- no, same QUARTERS as him. Takezo looked at Kojiro, the lout in
question, who was beaming this annoyingly cheerful smile at him. "Um, are
you sure? I..." think think make something up "...I snore. A lot."
	Kojiro simply smiled at him and said, "That's okay. So do I!"
	I am not getting through to this guy, thought Takezo.  "Um...My feet stink."
	"My girlfriend - my ex, anyway - complained about my feet, too." Kojiro
pulled a foot out of one shoe and pointed it in Takezo's general direction.
"See?"
	Takezo immediately pinched his nose shut. God, that foot is horrible. I may
just let Nabiki have him so she'd contend with this herself. 

	The author refuses to be graphic about the foot in question. He has just
eaten his dinner, and is not willing to lose it over a stupid description of
a stinky foot. I know, I know, all this brouhaha of thoroughness of
description on the mailing lists. There is a time and place for that. This
foot is not it. If you want graphic, check out YOUR OWN roommate's foot.

	Anyway, Takezo was still wracking his brain to think of an excuse to get
rid of Kojiro, who was turning out to be an even worse deal than he thought.
	"I...I'm messy! I like to throw my stuff everywhere!"
	"Mm-hm." Kojiro was unpacking. Actually, the only way for one to truly
appreciate the way he was 'unpacking' is to get the Scatter Diagram for
Grenade-Like Missiles in your nearest available Dungeon Master's Guide and
roll a 1d10 for every article of clothing.
	A sock decided to drape itself over Takezo's head (the result of a
succesful THAC0). "I give up," Takezo muttered to himself as he threw the
sock into the nearest closet. He sighed and lay down on his bed, which was
the upper bed of their double-decker.
	"Hey, Takezo," called out Kojiro as he put away a long wrapped bundle...a
sword?
	"Whaaaaat?" said Takezo in a very weary tone. God, this guy was so
exasperating to be around.
	"What's the plan for that double date?"
	Erk. "I dunno. Eat out, catch a movie..."
	"What movie are you planning to watch?" asked Kojiro as yet another sock
made its way toward Takezo.
	"The new Bond flick, maybe?" said Takezo as he batted the sock away.
	"You mean, 'PorcineEye'? The one where he faces off against the United
Brotherhood of Pigs?"
	"That's the one."
	"I dunno. It doesn't particularly strike me as a date movie."
	"Oh?"
	"Plus that ending where all the marines pop up out of nowhere to save him
and the girl just in time to escape the self-destruct sequence of the
OinkStar Satellite was so corny..."
	Gee, thanks for telling me the ending of a movie that I HAVEN'T EVEN
WATCHED YET YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER MORON!!!!
	Takezo didn't show any sign of this thought outwardly, though. Instead, he
just laughed (eheh ^^;) and said, "Well, what do you recommend?"
	"I figure," said Kojiro, 'putting away' the last of his underwear, "that we
should watch a romantic film. Preferably tragic. How about 'My Goddess'?"
	"Isn't it that childhood romance thing about a boy who meets a goddess?
They're showing it again? I didn't get to watch it the first time."
	Kojiro nodded. "Yeah, they're showing it at the AniPlex Theater. Man, the
part where Keiichi dies because of a bug-sting....God, that was tragic."
	AAAAAARRRRGH!!! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR STUPID HEAD OFF!!!
	Takezo, showing a herculean feat of self-control, simply smiled and said,
"Ah, well, don't you think we should watch something more upbeat? I mean,
it's only your first date with Na..." grumble grumble "...with Nabiki, right?"
	Kojiro looked crestfallen. "I guess you're right. 'Seven'?"
	"Aw, man, 'The Seven Samurai' again?"
	"Fine, fine, we'll settle for 'Sleepless in Shikoku'."
	

	"So, what's the plan, Takezo?"
	"Uh?" Takezo was too busy eating his okonomiyaki to even think about the
plan. "Oh, right, the plan..."Well, there are two alternatives."
	"Which are...?" asked Ukyou, cooking another okonomiyaki for another customer.
	Takezo extended his index finger. "Ichiban (No.1), we let the date play
through, letting Nabiki suck Kojiro dry."
	With a flick of the wrist, Ukyou took out a tiny spatula and proceeded to
spin the okonomiyaki. "That's not really fair to the poor jerk, is it?"
	"No, but..." 
	"I mean," continued Ukyou, "it's not really his fault, now that you think
about it, is it?"
	"No...but...he..." Takezo twiddled his thumbs. He's a complete sleazebag.
How can I possibly say that?
	"He...what?"
	Takezo fiddled with the remains of his okonomiyaki. "I know it's
irrational, but..."
	"But...what?"
	"But..." Takezo finally broke down. "OKAY! OKAY! I ADMIT IT! HE ANNOYS THE
HECK OUT OF ME!!!"
	Ukyou was taken slightly aback by this display. "Eh?"
	"I know it doesn't make sense to you, but...he just bugs the heck out of
me! I'm sorry!" Takezo started to sob uncontrollably.
	A bead of sweat began to form on Ukyou's temple, as she patted Takezo on
the shoulder. "Okay, okay, calm down...Well, what's the second alternative?"
	"Ahem, let me just regain my composure." In a flurry of nose-blowing and
eye-wiping and hair-combing, Takezo was once more fresh as a daisy. 
	Ukyou applauded heartily. "Nice comeback!"
	Takezo grinned and made the 'V' sign. "Heheh...Anyway, there." He pointed
at the 'V' sign's two fingers. "Niban (No.2). We totally humiliate Nabiki."
	"Oh?" Ukyou wasn't convinced. "And how do you plan on doing that, that most
impossible of tasks?"
	"I'll think of something. For now, all you have to do is wake me up."
	Ukyou smirked. "Meaning when you zone out, thinking about Nabiki."
	"Uh, something like that."


	"So they're supposed to meet us here, huh?"
	"Yup," said Takezo.
	The day of the date had come, and Kojiro and Takezo were waiting outside
Ucchan's. It was, unfortunately, a particularly beautiful sunny Saturday
afternoon, a perfect day for a date.
	Stupid stupid stupid sunny day! thought Takezo. What a stupid day for great
weather! Why can't this day be rainy, or swelteringly hot? Why must
everything go right for this idiot?
	Kojiro simply grinned, looking as perky as the weather.
	Takezo grinned back, a drop of sweat forming on his right temple. Oh Kami
make this date a bust I swear I'll visit the shrines more often than I do.....

	With a slide of the front door of the restaurant, Ukyou was there, hair set
in a simple ponytail instead of in its usual ribbon. She wore a white shirt,
a black vest, and a pair of black trousers that gave her a sort of boyish
charm that appealed to Takezo. No one could possibly mistake her for a boy,
though (unless you were a monkey boy who lived in the wilderness alone all
your life...'You mean you can tell it's a girl just by looking at her?').
	Takezo waved at Ukyou. "Hi! Great outfit!"
	"Heya, Takezo...I see you're dressed for the occasion, too."
	Takezo was wearing an untucked, unbuttoned deep blue polo shirt over a
plain white t-shirt, which was tucked in a pair of black jeans. He grinned
at Ukyou and struck a pose. "You like it?"
	Ukyou gamely applauded. "Cool! Although, Kojiro here's...well, he's dressed
for an occasion, alright..."
	The comment completely went over Kojiro's head, who was dressed in a neatly
pressed three-piece suit, complete with necktie. "What? Is there something
on my face?"
	"Nevermind," Takezo and Ukyou said in unison.

	"Been waiting long?"
	And there was Nabiki. How did she do it? In that pair of light brown slacks
and that black halter top (that halted in just the right spot, Takezo
thought), she had somehow made Takezo forget all about sunny days and
ruining dates and stupid roomates and revenge and debts to be paid...
	Ukyou's hand on his shoulder woke him up from his trance. "Don't lose sight
of why we're here, Takezo," whispered Ukyou.
	Takezo shook off his stupor. "You're right. I kinda lost it back there."
	Ukyou grinned. "I know. That's what I'm here for."

	"Oh! Hi, Nabiki!" Kojiro was all smiles. If he was all smiles a moment ago,
well, he was all smiles now and then some.

	"Hi, Kojiro! Er...Nice outfit!"
	Kojiro laughed sheepishly. "Thanks."
	Nabiki turned to Ukyou. She nodded, "Hi, Ukyou."
	Ukyou nodded back. "Hi."
	Finally, Nabiki turned to Takezo. "Hey."
	"Hey," Takezo answered in the flatest tone he could muster.	

-----	
	Takezo tapped his fingers on his monitor. He stared at it for a while,
apparently lost in thought...
	"Aaagh!! Why?! Why can't I think of a way to humiliate Nabiki?"
	Takezo stood up, pacing around his room. "What to do, what to do..."
	He finally sat back down. "Stall for time, stall for time...Until I think
of a way...must keep....writing!!!"
-----

	This was not fair.
	Nabiki wasn't even touching the mixed pizza they were having. Damn it,
she's onto me, thought Takezo.
	"No thanks," he heard her say as she refused the piece Kojiro offered her.
She grinned at Takezo, and he grinned back, but it was all he could do to
keep from gnawing at his napkin.
	He felt a hand at his elbow. It was Ukyou's. Well, he thought, THAT snapped
me back to my senses. He looked at Ukyou.
	Ukyou nodded at him, then took a piece of the pizza. She bit into it and
chewed delicately, which seemed incongruous with her boyish manner.
	Man, Takezo thought, I never knew Ukyou was so cute! He grinned, more to
himself than to Ukyou, who wasn't really looking at him.
	She looked back at him. "Is anything the matter, Takezo?"
	He realized he was staring at her. "Uh? Oh! Was I staring?"
	"Yep." She grinned at him and chuckled.
	He chuckled, too, although he sighed in relief. Thank God she's a good sport.
	He suddenly heard a grunt, or at least, he thought he did. He looked at
Nabiki and Kojiro, but all he saw was a lighthearted conversation taking
place between them. Nabiki even had a big grin on her face.

-----
	Takezo stared at what he had just typed. Oh my god THAT'S IT!!!
-----


	This was not going well, Nabiki thought.
	Sure, Takezo was visibly squirming in his seat. Sure, she wasn't falling
for the 'caught in the act' highway robbery scheme Takezo was obviously
pulling. She could also see right through this 'make Nabiki jealous hit on
Ukyou' plan. At least, she thought it was a plan. Wasn't it?
	Anyway, Ukyou was responding positively. This was not good.
	Wait a minute. Why the heck do I even care? I mean, it's not like Takezo's
THE big man on campus or anything. It's not like he was drop-dead handsome
or anything. It's not like he's even RICH or anything...
	"Eyes front, sugar," giggled Ukyou. "I've got a fiance, or have you
forgotten already?"
	"Oh, was I staring again? I'm sorry," teased Takezo. "It completely slipped
my mind..."
	The side of Nabiki's mouth twitched with displeasure. What the heck am I
talking about? Like I said, why should I even care?


	It wasn't very hard for Takezo to pretend he was having a natural, even
lively, conversation with Ukyou. Am I pretending? he thought. Am I really
doing this just to spite Nabiki?
	He looked at the pretty young thing in front of him
	She was smiling. He had never seen her smile like this before. True, she
was devoted to that fiance of hers, but, well...I guess this means she
trusts me. This is...nice, he thought, in a platonic sort of way...I've
never really had a platonic relationship wih a girl before. I guess now's as
good a time as any to start...
	"Takezo," Ukyou smirked and smiled all in one expression, "you're staring
again."
	"Oh, was I?" Takezo said, with what felt like a very wide grin on his face.
"Does it bother you?"

	This is sweet, thought Kojiro. These two seem to get along quite nicely.
Kinda like me and Nabiki...Ooooh, stop it, Kojiro, he thought. This is a
date! This is no time for a daydream! Get back to your senses boy...
	He suddenly noticed that everyone was looking at him. He had apparently
been blushing and twiddling his thumbs and giggling the whole time. 
	"Uh," said Nabiki, "are you alright, Kojiro?"
	If it was at all humanly possible, he turned an even deeper shade of red.
"Um, uh, um...*tee hee hee* I'm o-okay, Nabiki-ch...."
	He heard someone clear his throat. He wasn't sure who it was...but he
quickly changed it to "Nabiki-san."
	"Oh," said Nabiki in the sweetest voice he had ever heard, "that's okay,
Ko-chan."

	Takezo's teeth were aching. That was the most digustingly saccharine tone
of voice he had heard her use yet. He could feel an ant colony form beneath
his feet. He surmised that the ache in his tooth had less to do with his
gnashing and more to do with the resulting cavities from the obviously
calculated sweetness she was exuding.
	Still he kept on that drawn smile on his face, although every muscle
concerned was crying bloody murder and regrouping for a scowl attack.

	She...she called me Ko-chan!!!
	Kojiro was on that cloud again...he was 'a-walking on the moon', like Sting
would say.

	"Um," Nabiki called out to Kojiro under the table, "I'd appreciate it if
you stopped swooning..."


	Afterwards, at the local moviehouse...

	Takezo was not enjoying the movie. It seemed like total crap to him, what
was obviously meant to be written as a date movie. All these cliches of guy
meets girl against all odds, fighting outside forces and inner conflicts
and, ultimately, ending up together, holding hands in the sunset, sometimes
with kids in hand, like now. That little brat that was the male
protagonist's kid was annoying the heck out of him.
	"Kill the kid," he mumbled.
	"Yeah," he heard Ukyou say. "Kinda reminds me of that dog in Johnny Quest."
	"Or those two sidekicks of Space Ghost."
	"Or..."
	And all throughout the movie, much to the annoyance of the people actually
watching (ruling out all those couples making out in the corners), Ukyou and
Takezo had a conversation about those silly things that ranged from Saturday
morning cartoons to the three principal plots to whether or not PM Hashimoto
was doing his job properly.

	Nabiki was not enjoying the movie.
	She had to hold Kojiro's hand personally this time, instead of passing it
off to some old lady seated next to her like she always did. It's not that
she didn't like Kojiro, although he was a little more overcome with boyish
ardor than most, and that his choice of clothes were obviously a product of
his intention of giving her a good first impression of him.
	It's just that she HATED going against her set plans just to ruin Takezo's.
She HATED having to restrain herself from running Kojiro dry just to spite
Takezo. She HATED passing up that nice blouse she saw on the way here. She
HATED having to hold Kojiro's hand, instead of her CHOOSING to do so. Of
course, whether she'd choose to do so or not is another question.
	"Actually," she heard Ukyou say, "the supposed 'Nice guy gets all the
girls' principle in anime doesn't always apply."
	"What?" Takezo said incredulously. "That's a law already, I think!"
	"Well, if that's one of the rules that holds anime together, think again!
Think 'Speed Racer'."
	Takezo blinked. "Oh my God, you're right! The anime universe ceases to
exist!!!"
	A collective 'SHHHH!!!!' prompted Takezo to lower his voice. "So sorry..."
	Nabiki snorted. What a twit this guy is. Why do I even bother?

	Kojiro was not enjoying the movie.
	He was too busy enjoying Nabiki's hand.
	He was also busy trying to find anything that might offend or 'turn off'
Nabiki, his hair, his smell, his nails, his breath...
	He was SURE the suit did it for him, though. Yeah, that was it.

	At this point, the author leaves it to the reader to use his/her common
sense to figure out whch thoughts belong to whom.

	What do I have to do to get even with Nabiki? This date is turning out to
be a pointless exercise...
	"I think you're right," Ukyou said to him. "Rumiko didn't really flesh out
the Stormtrooper's identities. Only the anime did it."
	Heheh...Maybe this wasn't so pointless after all.

	Just when I thought I wouldn't find any intelligent conversationalist guys
in this town, this guy comes along. Actually, I kinda like him...er...in a
platonic sort of way.
	"Yeah," Takezo agreed with her, "although it's kinda weird to think that
Takahashi-san didn't come up with those four jokers...I kinda like them."
	Yeah. It's too bad this is all part of his plan to make Nabiki jealous...

	Why do they have to enjoy their conversation so much? It's getting on my
nerves.

	Oh, she's squeezing my hand tighter! I think she likes me!


	"So," Ukyou said as they left the theater, "I had a great time."
	"Yeah...me too..." added Kojiro in a dreamy voice.
	"Oh, Kojiro," Nabiki said in that sucrose-laden tone of hers that made
Takezo's teeth hurt,  "I had a wonderful time. Thank you."
	I've had enough, Takezo said. I admit defeat. She's got me beat. With a
sigh, he turned to Ukyou and said," "I'll take you home.."
	"Sure," said Ukyou. "Maybe I can interest you in some okonomiyaki. Well,
see you guys."

	As Kojiro started to lead her back to her place, Nabiki grit her teeth at
Takezo and Ukyou's backs.
	So you think you've got me beat, eh, Takezo? Hmph. This ain't over yet.


	"So," Takezo said as they reached the front door of Ucchan's. "This is it,
then."
	"Yeah..." Ukyou appeared to start to sigh, but then she perked up. "Well,
your plan worked perfectly. Nabiki was seething with jealousy."
	Takezo blinked. "Plan? She...she was? I hadn't noticed. What plan?"
	Ukyou nodded. "She was. Trust me. We women can sense these things." She
opened the door and gave him a warm smile that strangely came across to him
as...sad..."Your acting was great. Our conversations seemed so natural. I
almost couldn't tell you were just acting."
	Takezo could only look at her silently.
	"Well, I had a great time, Takezo. I'd ask you in, but I have to prepare
for opening up shop tomorrow...I wasn't in all day, as you already know..."
As she closed the sliding door, she peeked out and waved at him at him.
"Well, oyasumi nasai (good night), Takezo-kun."
	As the door slid shut, Takezo could only stare...
	"But...but I wasn't acting..."

-----
	Takezo blinked as he reread that last part. This was...unexpected. I didn't
mean for it to turn out this way. Why does that happen? Why do stories not
turn out the way you plan it to? Even if you're the writer?
	Takezo looked at the ending. "Well, whatever."


	"Milord! Turning Road Part 5 is in!"
	The KowaiMuck server was, once again, carrying the full load of the
Crusaders of Nabiki Tendo.
	This announcement came...rather late into the meeting. The older knights
were starting to grumble about 'false alarms' and 'inept intelligence agents'.
	Actually, the problem lay in the reactivation of the main Mailing List. It
was now up and running, bringing back happy spammy days to everyone.
Unfortunately, the temporary lists were STILL operational, causing some
people to grumble about 'unnecessary spam', a redundancy in itself.
Actually, grumbling about spam on a mailing list seems rather pointless,
since it would simply be 'spam complaining about spam'. What a concept!
	So, sifting through numerous reposts of previous fanfics posted on the
temporary lists (they even got treated to a second helping of the earlier
parts of 'Turning Road'), they finally found the next part of the tome of
heresy itself (much to Kojiro's chagrin...he had been working on part 5
himself).
	The hall was silenced. Not by Lord High Commander Templar's calls for
order, but by the mere mention of the name, Turning Road.
	"At last," Templar said as he opened his mail browser, "my final victory!"
	"We shall see," Kojiro said under his breath.

	"YOU CALL THIS VICTORY, TEMPLAR?!" Kojiro shouted. Consequently, the whole
MUCK heard this, and a bunch of people in the know chuckled...
	However, in the hall, a near-riot was ensuing, calling for blood to be shed...
	"How DARE you address me without my title, mister Sasaki!"
	"I'll address you in any manner I want! Flawless plan indeed...not only did
he totally ignore your C&C, he used most of the negative points you pointed
out AGAINST MY CHARACTER!!! You are not fit for leadership of this
congregation! I hereby strip you of all your titles and all the priveleges
your rank provides!!!"
	"You can't do this to me!!!"
	"Yes I can! I have the entire congregation behind me! You stoop down to use
subversive methods - which, may I point out, is against all tradition of our
order - and it totally backfires! Everyone agrees that you must be replaced."
	"And who would replace me? YOU?!"
	"Perhaps. As of now, you are hereby expelled from the congregation. You are
further excommunicated, and branded as heretic."
	"But...only the High Commander has the power to do that!"
	"Then I guess I'm it."
	Templar pleaded. "But all I did was use subversive methods!"
	"No. You used subversive methods and UTTERLY FAILED!!! That is almost as
much blasphemy as Takezo's sin! You used the methods of our goddess...AND
YOU FAILED!" Which, frankly, went a long way to explaining exactly WHY the
Crusaders didn't use subversive tactics often.  Very few within the order
had the gift of pulling off dirty tricks and getting away scot-free. "Now,"
said Kojiro finally, "BEGONE!!!"

	And with one fell swoop, Takezo begun the reign of Kojiro Sasaki, Lord High
Commander of the Holy Crusaders of Nabiki Tendo.


	"Well?" asked Takezo, peering over the manuscript Bob was reading and
finishing off his bowl of gyudon. They were at some tiny restaurant, hidden
away in one corner of a building complex. The place was small, it was
cramped, and they could only serve so many people at a time. They served the
best gyudon in town, though, and the copies of Weekly Shonen Magazine that
were there for reading weren't bad, either...
	For a moment, Bob was speechless. Then..."Why?"
	"What do you mean why? Why did I let that happen between Ukyou and Takezo?
I dunno. I'm trying to find the reason for it myself."
	"No...Why do you waste your skills as a writer writing gawd-awful
self-insertion stories?"
	"Gawd-awful?" Takezo crossed his arms in front of him.
	"Yeah...well...no...Damn it! Why did you have to write the damn thing well?
I thought this was going to be just a phase for you, but nooo, the way this
is going, you'll be writing that stupid fic for life!"
	"Hey!" said Takezo indignantly. "It worked for Matsumoto, y'know."
	Bob looked incredulous. "Reiji Matsumoto? Who'd he insert himself as? Harlock?"
	"Not REIJI Matsumoto, silly, IZUMI!"
	"Izumi Matsumoto? Are you joki..." Bob suddenly stopped. "Hey! You're right!"
	"Yep! The earlier drawings of Kyosuke even look like he did before he got
all fat."
	"My god, you're right!" Bob was amazed, but then he caught himself...
"Wait! No! I am not going to see things your way! That'd make me be
pro-self-insertion!"
	"I think," Takezo said, "you already are."
	"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

In Part 7: What will the Crusaders be like under the new leadership? Does
absolute power corrupt absolutely? Will Kojiro finally get his revenge on
Takezo with part 6? Will Takezo give up on his dream to write the best
self-insertion fic he can make, in the manner of who he calls his favorite
'self-insertion' author, Izumi Matsumoto? I think not...

=====

	This part was written with a HUGE CHUNK of 'Turning Road' for those of you
who requested that I advance that part of the story, since I had neglected
it in part 5. Well. Here it is. I hope you liked it.
	Waitaminute. You mean, you guys actually like the otakufic Takezo is
writing? Oh, you mean IN CONTEXT. Oh. Okay.

	As usual, request for earlier parts will be heartily accepted.

Scorecard:
Ryo Kurin Ryo: 5 pts.
Scatter Diagram: 5 pts for those who know it, and a 'Duh?' to all those who
actually use it.
United Brotherhood of Pigs: 5 pts.
Stormtroopers: 5 pts.
Izumi Matsumoto: 10 pts.
And if anyone can remind me what the three principal plots are, 10 pts and
my gratitude.


Until Part 7 then.

TimeRunner, April 5, 1997