Subject: [FFML] [orig] Mangatripper, Ep.1
From: "Ewen \"Blackbird\" Cluney" <kurumi1@mindspring.com>
Date: 12/30/2001, 11:18 PM
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Mangatripper
By Ewen "Blackbird" Cluney

Episode 1
Vulcan eyebrows, Vulcan ears
That's what I dream of
No more sorrow no more tears
Can't you get be beamed up
Quite bizarre but still a dream
As I'm waiting for that beam
 - Millencollin, "Vulcan Ears"

You might not believe what I'm about to tell you. I don't really 
care. It might have all been a dream or a vision (yes I have seen 
Escaflowne, thank you) or maybe I was just going crazy for a 
little bit. I don't want to believe any of those things, though. 
I want to believe that it really happened. Because it was so 
real. Because it seemed like the first glimmer of hope in my 
pathetic life.
	Because she was there.
	Aw crap. I'm getting ahead of myself here. My name is 
Gabriel Collins - you might have seen my Excelion website. Maybe. 
I really need to update it, but lately I haven't had the 
motivation, because memories of... shall we say "the incident" 
keep haunting me. I guess that's why I'm writing this - before it 
slips out of my head, so I can try to work it all out on paper 
and maybe, _maybe_ find my way again and figure out where to go 
from here.
	I'm 21 years old; I go to DeAnza College in Cupertino, 
California. My major is Computer Science, but I've been taking 
Japanese classes and such every chance I get. It wouldn't be any 
exaggeration to say that I'm an otaku. Once glance into my 
apartment (I live on my own and work as a shift lead at the local 
video store. No Clerks references please.) would be enough to 
confirm this; posters take up nearly every inch of wall space, 
and a good amount of the ceiling too, and I have a ritual of 
changing the wall scrolls on the windows around on the first of 
the month. Then there's all the models, and so many DVDs that if 
the shelf fell over you wouldn't find me for a week (my employee 
discount doesn't mean much; I just spend way too much money on 
anime). Hell, I even sleep with a UFO catcher doll of Kasumi from 
Excelion.
	Considering all that, it's no surprise that I went to 
AnimeExpo this year. I saved up as much money as I could for the 
few months in-between that and FanimeCon, and went on a road trip 
with a few friends down to Long Beach.
	It was the worst anime convention of my entire life.

	The trip down to Long Beach was uneventful. In fact it was 
excruciatingly boring. Adam and Ken got into a big argument over 
what to listen to on the way, as though we didn't have time to 
listen to everything everyone wanted too during the eight-hour 
drive. Once that was over, though, things quickly went back to 
"Boring As Hell" status, though for once I was able to put on the 
Excelion Special Vocal Collection CD without getting any dirty 
looks. Everyone else finds the theme song annoying, but I love 
it.
	We didn't stay at the Westin at all; instead we'd gotten a 
room in a little motel a couple blocks away. The price was less 
than half what it would be at the hotel, though there was no 
cable. It was three guys and one girl, though Alice was for all 
intents and purposes one of the guys, and her obsession with 
Fushigi Yuugi rivaled mine for Excelion (though she had managed 
to get her Miaka costume ready; I never even started on my 
Katsuhito one).
	As soon as we went to the pre-reg desk things started to go 
down hill. Some things are meant to stay buried, and what 
happened to me at Gunderson High School was one of them... I'm 
getting ahead of myself again.
	Six years can change a person a whole lot, but some things 
always stay the same. I'm not the same guy I was in my freshman 
year of high school, and yet I am. The face that I saw there 
behind the registration desk, scarcely changed at all, was one 
I'd hoped I would never see again in my entire life. Not many 
people find someone like that at the age of fifteen, but I did.
	His name was Jack Wallace. He'd cut his brown hair shorter 
and spiked it with gel or something. He'd also acquired somewhat 
more expensive tastes in clothes and did the cheesy yuppie thing 
of hanging a pair of sunglasses on the front of his shirt collar. 
I'm not a violent person at all, but seeing him again I had to 
clench my fists at my sides before they started trying to find 
someone to punch in the face. I was surrounded by my friends, and 
they'd notice that something was up, so I forced myself to look 
calm as best I could. It wasn't easy.
	"You guys have got to see the masquerade, though," Ken was 
saying. "Last year was just... _everything_!"
	Adam nodded. "We'll have to find out about when to get 
tickets. It'll only get bigger compared to last year."
	I just nodded and didn't say anything. I was trying to 
figure out where the line would take me, which spot along the row 
of a dozen registration volunteers I would find myself at. 
Hopefully far, far away from Jack. The line moved ever so slowly, 
snaking its way around the tall, airy ballroom. There were too 
many people, and it was like Fry's Electronics how each volunteer 
called out that they were ready when they were done with the last 
person they'd helped. He wasn't going any faster or slower than 
the others.
	I jumped when Alice elbowed me in the ribs. "I hear there's 
actually lots of Excelion cosplayers around. Apparently you're 
not the only one who likes that series. Are you okay?"
	I rolled my eyes at her and nodded. "Fine."
	"Well, it seems Excelion is kinda' like Utena," explained 
Ken, "in that an abnormal percentage of the fan base likes to 
cosplay."
	If any of them thought that something was bothering me, they 
didn't say anything about it. The line continued forward in slow, 
fitful strides, the face that I hated ever so much moving ever 
nearer. I needed to register if I wanted to go into the 
convention, but then he was going to be here - but on the other 
hand he'd be stuck at a registration desk for most of the 
convention anyway. Besides, if I wanted to bail, there was 
nowhere to go; I was over 400 miles from home on the 4th of July 
weekend.
	Finally, it got to where my friends were at the front of the 
line and I was at the back of our foursome. Then Adam went. Then 
Ken. That left me and Alice. My heart was racing and each second 
seem to take an eternity to pass. Someone was getting into an 
argument with a registration volunteer over something, and some 
higher-ranking staffers were called over to deal with it.
	Suddenly two volunteers raised their hands at once. One was 
a girl in a DiGi Charat costume, the other was... Jack. Alice and 
I began moving forward and I tried to angle towards Dejiko, but 
suddenly Alice tripped and fell flat on her face. Thinking fast, 
I started helping her up and nodded to the people behind us to go 
on ahead.
	"Thanks," she muttered, rubbing her ankle. "I'm off to a 
great start this year..."
	When we went to get our badges I tried very hard not to look 
at Jack. If he did notice me, I didn't see it. Knowing that he 
was not ten feet away was enough to make me feel sick. As we 
emerged from registration into the hotel wearing our new con 
badges I was able to relax a little. After all, this was what 
we'd been planning for what seemed like an eternity - a weekend 
at the biggest anime convention on the West Coast.
	We found ourselves sitting in the line for the dealers' room 
a full two hours before it actually opened. FanimeCon might be 
smaller, but we didn't have to contend with lines like this 
there. Adam had brought his new Game Boy Advance and wound up 
playing F-Zero with another guy in line, and we all wound up 
talking about the kinds of stuff we usually do to pass the time. 
I was there with my backpack, but it was mostly empty apart from 
a notebook and my Kasumi UFO catcher doll (I was loathe to allow 
it to get too far from my person so far from home), the idea 
being that it would be filled up pretty quickly once we got into 
the dealers' room.
	By the time the door was finally opened we'd been rained on 
for the better part of an hour and of course no one was prepared 
for it since we were, after all, in Anaheim at the height of 
summer. Even it the rain, with clouds covering the sky, it was 
warm and humid. I think maybe my relationships with my friends 
are kind of superficial a lot of the time, but that didn't stop 
me from temporarily forgetting all about Jack. I'd been trying to 
forget for six years, so I've had lots of practice.
	The dealers' room this year looked more like a trade show at 
first, with Bandai and Pioneer assaulting those who entered with 
huge projection screens showing their latest releases. Adam again 
showed his pragmatic side and we all agreed to meet up at the 
Bandai panel in two hours. His idea was a really good one, since 
we almost immediately lost each other in the quickly growing 
crowd.
	I'd only had $140 in cash on hand after registration (I'd 
meant to pre-register but procrastinated on it as usual), and it 
went fast, leaving me to resort to my credit card. By the time I 
came out I'd bought the two Excelion art books I'd been wanting, 
a Rei Ayanami garage kit, the Excelion OAV DVD boxed set, the 
first volume of the bilingual Love Hina manga, and a couple of 
PlayStation games that were on sale for $10 apiece.
	I got to the Bandai panel with my backpack weighing me down 
a bit. The rest of the day was a blur of panels and watching 
anime, plus a foray into the gaming room. Finally, at about 10:30 
p.m., we headed back to our room and took turns showing off the 
spoils of the dealers' room. Alice had at last acquired the 
Fushigi Yuugi Seiryu DVD boxed set, plus a rare UFO catcher of 
Tamahome (I'd heard about her fanfics about him, but never had 
the guts to read them, considering). Adam had caught up on his 
collection of Ruruoni Kenshin DVDs and picked up a really nice 
wall scroll of Asuka (you don't want to know about our little Rei 
Vs. Asuka debate - trust me). Ken, predictably, had gone nuts 
with Gundam model kits, having even gotten the coveted Wing Zero 
Custom.
	It took almost four hours for us to finally get to sleep, 
the last hour spent in giddy darkness. That was around when 
thoughts of Jack began coming back to me. I... don't want to talk 
about that yet. It'll come up soon, okay?

	We were up bright and early to wait in line for tickets to 
the masquerade. I didn't quite think of it as the highlight of 
the entire convention as Ken did, but I still wanted to go. Once 
again the margin of our earliness was two hours. This time I had 
my art books to look at, and a manga to read, so time seemed to 
be passing ever more quickly. That's when things took a turn for 
the worst.
	A powerful arm just yanked me out of line, with enough force 
to snap the orange tape that sectioned off the line. I found the 
biggest, meanest convention security guy I'd ever seen staring 
right into my face. "Is this the guy?" he asked someone.
	Adam suddenly put himself in between us. Adam's a pretty 
imposing guy, and even though he was a good five inches shorter 
than the opposition, he's got a lot of bulk on him - mostly 
muscle though you wouldn't know it looking at him. "Who wants to 
know?" asked Adam. He was calm - a whole hell of a lot more calm 
than me. I was trembling, and it only got that much worse when I 
realized who Mr. Security had been talking to.
	Jack took off his sunglasses. His expression was unreadable, 
just like back then... "That's him. Gabriel Collins. I'd 
recognize him anywhere."
	Adam spoke before I could say something that I might've 
regretted. "That's Gabe all right, but if you wanna mess with my 
friend you're gonna have to tell me why." I know Adam; he's 
usually so calm and easygoing, but I never ever want to be the 
one to get him mad.
	"A friend of his?" Jack mused. "It's kind of surprising that 
a scumbag like him could make any friends after what happened 
back then."
	"You're lying." I snarled. "Just like before."
	"Uh huh. Tell it to the judge." He halted in mock surprise 
and grinned in a way that made it that much harder to keep from 
hitting him. "Oh wait! You did tell it to the judge, didn't you? 
Not guilty because there was only circumstantial evidence, wasn't 
it?"
	I was aware of Alice and Ken behind me. The pounding of my 
heart sounded like a drum in my ears. Apart from that, silence 
reigned for a time.
	The security guy was the first to speak. "So you want me to 
kick him out like you said?"
	Thinking back, I'm glad I keep my fingernails really short; 
they would've drawn blood about then. Again, Adam's surprisingly 
cool head prevailed. "If you want to pull shit like that you'd 
better get the convention chair on that little radio of yours 
right now."
	Jack shook his head. "I don't think he has to answer to 
someone like him."
	Maybe Adam wasn't quite as calm as I'd believed, because the 
next thing that happened was that Adam's fist grabbed Jack's 
collar, nearly lifting him off the ground. "You keep going on 
about whatever bullshit you couldn't prove in court. Just what 
the fuck are you trying to avoid saying?"
	"Your friend is a rapist."
	My fist hit his face harder than I would've thought 
possible. The next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by the 
security guard, my armed twisted around like I'd seen in so many 
cop shows. It hurt like hell, but I was too hyped up on anger to 
care at that point. Jack was laughing at me, the event center 
security guys were coming running, and the line was still moving 
though a lot of people were gawking at the spectacle that this 
little "reunion" had become. Ken and Alice were yelling for me to 
be let go, I think. Adam let go of Jack, giving just enough of a 
push to make sure the jerk fell on his butt. Somewhere along the 
line I passed out.

	When I woke up, I was in our motel room. It was afternoon 
already, and Alice was there, sitting on the other bed reading 
some manga. "What happened?"
	She gave a shuddering sigh and turned to face me. "It's not 
true, is it? What that guy said?"
	I shook my head, fear welling up inside me in a flood. 
"No..."
	"I didn't believe it for a second. None of us did."
	I'm not sure, but I think I was crying. Without my 
friends... I think my life literally wouldn't be worth living. It 
had never really hit me until then.
	"The good news is that that guy said he wouldn't press 
charges and the convention guys decided not to kick us out. The 
bad news is we won't be going to the masquerade."
	There was a faint beep and the door opened. Adam and Ken 
strode in. "Don't be so sure."
	I didn't look up. I couldn't.
	Ken produced some slips of paper from his pocket. "It seems 
they were giving two tickets out per person. I met up with some 
people I know from the internet and talked them into giving me 
their extras. We hafta' get going soon though."
	Alice stood up and took the tickets out of Ken's hand. "You 
have another one, right?"
	The room was silent for a while.
	Ken solemnly shook his head. "I tried," he said slowly. "I 
begged. But three was all I could get."
	My friends looked at each other and at me.
	Adam and Alice started to speak at the same time, but 
somehow I found the capacity for speech again. "Go without me."
	Alice, being the way she was, was going to get in my face. 
She was already warming up. "No way. You can't sit here moping 
all night by yourself! You need to go and have fun more than any 
of us! Now get up!"
	I shook my head. "Just go. I need some time to think. 
_Please_."
	Adam rested a hand on Alice's shoulder. "All right Gabe. 
I've been there myself. But whatever you do just remember that 
we're here for you."
	"That's right." added Ken.
	"If you change your mind," Alice said carefully, "come and 
find us in line, okay?"
	I held on until they were out of the room and halfway down 
the stairs before the crying started in earnest. It wasn't what 
had happened that day, but what had happened six years before. 
I'd thought a dream was coming true, when in reality a nightmare 
was beginning. The memories came back unbidden - they did that 
every now and then, but never with such a wrenching, sickening 
impact as they did on that night.
	I was just starting high school at Gunderson as there was 
this girl I kind of liked named Rebecca. I had no idea how to go 
about things, and I found out that a sophomore named Jack was 
interested in her too. Determined not to give up, I decided to 
try talking to her anyway, and she actually talked to me and gave 
me a chance. I trusted her completely, and that turned out to be 
the biggest mistake of my life.
	A few weeks later we were hanging out a lot, but then I 
heard a rumor that she was seeing Jack in secret. I was planning 
to meet her after school, and I'd resolved to ask her about it. 
It was one of those things that I was sure I should do but I was 
so afraid to...
	I was holding my Kasumi doll close to me in the motel room.
	When I saw Rebecca that day, she invited me to her house. I 
forgot all about the questions on my mind and agreed to go. She 
took me into her bedroom. You can imagine what was going to 
happen. It was going to, until, barely dressed, she started 
screaming and crying. I barely escaped from the house without 
being beaten by her father. The next day I saw Rebecca and Jack 
kissing and they laughed at me and the world turned into this 
twisted wheel of pain. I had to stay home from school, and it all 
became a big court case that went nowhere. I finally started 
going to school again at Lincoln, which is where I met Adam, and 
through him Ken and Alice and the rest.
	I don't know for sure, but I think every serious anime fan 
has a bit of an escapist in them. A little part of the self that, 
deep down, wants more than anything to leave behind all the 
banality and pain of the real world behind in favor of a shining 
place. At that moment, watching a tear land on the forehead of my 
Kasumi UFO catcher, that part of me didn't seem very small 
anymore. I was so sure that Kasumi would understand, could make 
everything all right. I grabbed my backpack, rammed my stuff into 
it and, still clutching the Kasumi doll, stepped outside and 
started walking, not caring in the least where I was going.
	The night air was too warm and humid, but I kept walking. 
The world seemed such a cruel and terrible place. That secret 
desire to leave it all behind grew by the second. The world and 
all the people in it seemed to have been put there to cause me 
pain.
	I didn't see the truck until it was too late.

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