Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic] [Karekano] [sFic] [Silly] La métamorphose , ou les ailes de la luciole
From: Paul Corrigan
Date: 7/7/2001, 10:32 PM
To: karekano@listbot.com, ffml@anifics.com

For Melz, who'd better give me a better explanation after reading this as to
what Arima's looking so surprised about in Act 57. :) 

--

   "Thunderstruck." 

   That's a good word to describe how Arima looked. It's a word his dad
would use. Me, Maho and Asapin on the other hand, we're not that high class,
so to describe our expressions when we saw Tsubasa that morning, I'll have
to use a word Grandpa would use. 

   "Gobsmacked."

   Tsubasa, on the other hand, looked like the cat that ate the canary.

   Arima finally spoke up. "Tsubasa...what happened to you?"

   "I grew." It was sort of reassuring that Tsubasa at least still sounded
the same, that is, like Eric Cartman undergoing estrogen therapy. Mind you,
it wasn't that reassuring. "I had a growth spurt. Happens, sometimes. I'm
still growing, ya know."

   I don't know if she really expected us to let it go at that. Arima sure
didn't. "Damn it, Tsubasa, nobody your size grows that much in one night!"

   "Or matures that much, come to think of it," Asapin added. Arima kicked
him in the shin to shut him up.

   Me, I looked Tsubasa in the eye, tried _not_ to stare at her--um--far
more mature-looking chest and spoke up. "Tsubasa, this is kind of freaky,
you know."

   "I knew it. She's not human. She's a space alien after all," said Maho,
and she might have meant it.

   "You couldn't be more wrong." And Tsubasa shut her eyes and started to
chuckle, really creepily.

   "Then how--" I started.

   "How'd I grow this much in one night?" Tsubasa cut me off, and started to
walk around us slowly in a circle, still smirking all the while. "Good
question. Here's another. How come I was such a sickly child, but still I
could wreck heavy machinery, buildings and sometimes whole city blocks when
I got mad? Huh? You never wonder that?"

   "Well..."

   "I know I did." Tsubasa stopped walking in a circle and looked at me.
"But the other night, when I was lying down in my bed, dressed in my jammies
and sound asleep, I was woken by an unexpected visitor. And now I know."

   "Kazuma?"

   "Not exactly." Tsubasa opened her purse and started to dig around. "This
person, you see, helped restore some memories I'd repressed. It turns out,
Miyazawa, that I have the power to destroy the world. But," she went on,
"I've been given permission to hold off on the job until the Yin-Yang
concert. You see, I told this person about how Kazuma finally managed to
tell me he really likes me. So after the concert, what I'm going to do is go
backstage, find Kazuma, and tell him I like him too. In private. If you get
my drift. Because I don't want to die a virgin. And, Miyazawa"--she looked
me in the eye--"I don't want my 'big sister' to die thinking that she was a
member of 'the club' and I wasn't."

   She was still smiling that creepy smile. And with that she pulled out, of
all things, a purple pen. 

   "So you could say I'm going to send the world out with a bang."

   She held the pen high in the air.
   
   "SATURN PLANET POWER MAKEUP!"

--

The Metamorphosis, or The Wings of the Firefly

--

[Black screen. Caption in white: THE PREVIOUS NIGHT]

[Cut to the Shibahime master bedroom. Shot from above of Mr. and Mrs.
Shibahime--Tsubasa's father and stepmother--in bed together. Mrs. Shibahime
is curled up on the right, apparently trying to sleep. Mr. Shibahime is wide
awake, staring at the ceiling, looking worried.]

Mr. S: Dear, are you awake?

Mrs. S: Yes. (opens her eyes) What's wrong?

Mr. S: I'm not who you think I am.

[Close up on Mrs. S's clearly apprehensive face.]

Mrs. S: What's that supposed to mean?

[Beat.]

[Close up on Mr. S's face.] 

Mr. S: What does the name "Infinity Academy" mean to you?

[Beat.]

Mrs. S: [off] May I ask you a question?

Mr. S: What? Why didn't I tell you this before?

Mrs. S: No. [beat] What does the name "SEELE" mean to _you_?

[Shot of both their faces. They turn to look at each other, with looks of
combined surprise and sudden recognition.]

Mr. S: Yui?

Mrs. S: Soichi?

Mr. S: My God, the plastic surgeon in the Mad Scientist Protection Program's
a genius.

Mrs. S: He did a better job on you.

--

OWARI (not TSUZUKU--I'm _not_ continuing this one)
Paul Corrigan
corrig11@pilot.msu.edu

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