A week passed by since the Authoress was last seen and, as usual, the Pilots were attempting another escape.  The only problem was…well…they had to enter The Void  <DUN-DUN-DUN! *Thunder crashes*> in order to do so.  Though quite eager to find out what exactly was out there, not even Duo was willing to just walk in.  After all…knowing the Authoress, whatever was in there might not be as safe as the Realm…

 

Which brings us to our current predicament.  Our five bioshen Pilots were all huddled together secretively, as if there were actually someone else in the room with them.  Their heads bent together, their voices in nearly a whisper, they conducted a secret test of skill to decide whom would be the first to venture out into the great unknown and try to find a way out of there:

 

Duo: Okay, men, this time’s for real.  One…two…three…GO!

 

G-pilots: ROCK!  PAPER!  SIZZORS! …and SHOOT!

 

Duo: <holds out “paper”>

 

Heero: <holds out “paper”>

 

Wufei: <holds out “paper”>

 

Trowa: <also holds out “paper”>

 

Quatre: <…holds out “rock”>

 

Duo: Ha!  You’re it, Q-man!

 

Others: <grinning in triumph>

 

Sighing in defeat, Quatre slowly walked out into the shadowy depths of The Void <DUN-DUN-DUN *Thunder crashes*>…

 

Quatre: <looks around> Where’s that coming from?

 

(High above the Authoress Realm, the camera temporarily zooms upward towards the rafters, where we see Chibi-Chibi and Chibi-Quatre playing with a giant sound-effects machine.  The two briefly smile, wave, and then wink at the camera.)

 

However, the blonde Gundam Pilot is gone for no longer than about twenty seconds, when a set of high-pitched giggling comes from exactly where he headed off.  Immediately, the others look upward towards the rafters, and straight at the two chibi-muses.

 

Chibi-muses: …don’t look at us!

 

Soon after that, Quatre comes back stumbling into the room, his face redder than Syaoran and Sakura put together (hehe…when put together!)

 

(Syaoran- I HEARD THAT!)

 

Whoops…sorry, Li-kun.

 

Trowa: What happened, Quatre?  What did you see?

 

Quatre: <still beet-red> The Authoress is back.

 

Heero: …and?

 

Quatre: And…she kissed me.

 

Others: O.O

 

Just then, the sound of footsteps is heard from The Void <DUN-DUN-DUN! *Thunder crashes*> as the Authoress, still in her Christmas outfit, appears.  She was giggling uncontrollably, and looked like a sugar-high Suppi-chan.  Quatre immediately ran behind Trowa in fear, still blushing slightly.

 

Me: Hehe…the Purple-Orange Duckies in the Red Mini-Dresses are after me again! *hic* <passes out on the floor>

 

The pilots all look at one another, utterly speechless.  Quatre slowly comes out from hiding.  Duo, of course, is the first one to speak up.

 

Duo: …when did she start doing fanfic plugs? (1)

 

~*~

 

1 Hour Later…

 

Me: <holding and ice pack to her head> Hoeee…when did they start putting alcohol in Egg Nog? (2)

 

G-pilots: <sweatdropping>

 

Me: <sits up and removes the ice pack> Moving on…it’s time for the final song parody!

 

G-pilots: <DOUBLE sweatdrop>

 

Me: <pulls out a list> Let’s see…Duo’s was the first one…

 

Placing on his yellow toy sunglasses from his chapter, Duo stands there trying to look cool…but looks like an even bigger geek than Gohan in his Sayaman costume.

 

(Gohan- Geek?  Whaddya mean, “geek”?  I look cool!)

 

Don’t make me call Videl…

 

(Gohan- uh…sorry.)

 

That’s better.

 

Me: <still reading from list>…Wufei’s song was second…

 

Still fearing the “PMS” threat, Wufei chooses not to say anything on his behalf.  Duo quietly snickers in the background.

 

Me: <continues to read from the list> …Quatre came after that…

 

Trowa/Heero/Duo/Wufei: <all glare at what’s left of the wig-burning bonfire they had set behind him>

 

Me: <proceeds reading final name on list> …and last time, we did—

 

(Somewhere in background): HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOO!

 

Me: <sweatdropping> Uh…yeah.

 

Heero glares…’nuff said.

 

Me: <puts list away> So it looks like it’s Trowa’s turn!

 

Trowa: <tries to hide behind Quatre this time, but fails…for obvious reasons>

 

Me: <tosses ice pack over her shoulder, and into the shadows—the sound of glass breaking and a cat screeching is head—then looks upward towards her muses> Will you knock it off already?

 

Chibi-muses: Sorry!

 

Me: Anyways…in honor of the holiday season, I chose to do a Christmas song for Trowa.  Now, I chose this for two reasons: 1) I don’t know any Chanukah/Hanukah /Hanukkah songs other then the one by Adam Sandler—and that was too hilarious on it’s own to even touch—or any Kwanzaa songs at ALL, and 2) I couldn’t think of any others to do.

 

Duo: <mutters> since when does she think?

 

Me: <pretends not to hear him> Chibi-Chibi!  Chibi-Quatre!  Start the music!

 

 

**cue music**

 

Let me Entertain You, Let me make you smile…(3)

 

Me: <hands over her ears> Ahhh!  Turn it off!  Turn it off!

Chibi-Quatre: <over the intercom, snickering> Sorry!

Me: Oh, no you don’t—this time, put Chibi-Chibi in charge of the music.

Chibi-muses: ‘kay!

 

**cue RIGHT music**

 

BOB the Builder, CAN WE FIX IT? BOB the Builder, YES WE CAN!

 

<silence>

 

Me: …you two are in on this together, aren’t you?

 

<giggling is heard from the intercom>

 

Me: -_-() And Kaori thinks HER muses are annoying?

 

 

**cue RIGHT music—for real this time!**

 

 

Who’s the guy who never speaks? (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

He’d just be standing there for weeks (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

Plays the flute on rare occasion (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

Barely winces from an abrasion (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Duo: …abrasion?

Me: Yeah—you know, injury…

G-boys: <looks at her questioningly>

Me:  Oh, come you; let’s see *you* try to come up with something that rhymes with “occasion”!

 

Monotonous as can be (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

A Heero Yuy-wannabe (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Trowa: Hey!

Heero: <raises an eyebrow>

Me: <giggling> You know it’s true!

Duo: <snickering>

 

Walked one day right into town (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

Joined the circus as a clown (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Little Brother of Authoress (a.k.a.: *Mallet Boy*): <runs into the room, clutching mallet> Clown?  Where? <suddenly gets whacked unconscious by an even BIGGER anime mallet, which squeaks on contact>

Me: <chucks away the mallet> Whadda know?  It really *does* go “squeak”!

 

There, he met his long-lost sister (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

Never knew he even missed her (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Duo: Oh, please; Quatre’s got that beat down—he’s got, what, twenty sisters?

Quatre: Thirty

Others: <think about that for a moment, then simultaneous shudder>

 

Way over-protective of him (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

Swears that she really does love him (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Heero: Oh, sure…she loves him enough to chuck sharp objects

Trowa: You know, you’re not exactly one to talk.

Me: Speaking of…

 

You’d better run for your dear lives (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

“Big Sis” ’s got her throwing knives (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

Her attitude would come straight at ‘ya (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

 

Duo: But no where NEAR as quickly as the knives

 

Don’t believe me? Just ask Quatre…(Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Quatre: <shudders in rememberence>

Duo: <weighing the sides with both hands> Her soup…her knives…her soup…her knives…. Yup, you still got it easy, Q-man, *beleive* me….

 

In the G-world of fanfiction (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

He’s got a MAJOR poke-addiction (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Me: <twitching>

 

Thinks he’s gotta catch ’em all (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

Drives the others up the wall (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Me: <still twitching>

 

Or how about some Shakespeare play quotes? (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

Perhaps some “Hamlet” anecdotes? (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

It’s downright creepy how he changes (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

His fic persona vastly ranges (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Duo: Okay, I know I’ve said this many times before…but there’s DEFINITELY something *not* *right* about that guy…

Trowa: <raises an eyebrow> uh…you DO realize I’m right here, don’t you?

 

Has his strangely HAND-shaped hair (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

Uses gel from God-knows-where (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Me: ALL HAIL THE MAGIC HAIR GEL! Used by anime bishies everywhere.

Trowa: I don’t suppose it would be any use to argue that I *don’t* use gel?

Me: Puh-leeze; no way that could be natural!

 

I’d like to know how he can see… (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

With bangs that defy gravity. (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Was once known as Nanashi (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

That was when he met Midii (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Duo: >~< ANOTHER ONE?!?!? GAAAHHHH!

Wufei: You *do* realize that doesn’t even rhyme, onna?

Me: So?  Trowa’s not gonna argue with that, are ya, Tro-chan?

Trowa: <stays silent, hint of blush on his cheeks>

Me: <grinning> didn’t think so.

 

Don’t they make such a cute couple? (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

That is, when not neck-deep in trouble (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

Wufei: Wrap it up, onna!  This song’s already nearly three times the length of the original.

Me: Sheesh…pu-shy! Okay, boys, time for the finale!

 

So, as this song parody ends (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

I shall try to make amends (Fa-la-la-la-la—la-la-la-la)

 

G-boys: Fat Chance.

 

When this’ fic year comes to passes (Fa-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la)

Duo: You can kiss our Gundam Asses

 

Me: DUO!

Duo: hehe…

 

(Fa-la-la-la-la—la-laaaaaa-laaaaaa-laaaaaaaaa!)

 

**end song**

 

 

Me: Okay, boys, we’re done…you can go home no—

 

(From somewhere in the background): HEEEEEEEEEROOOOOO!

 

Me: <sweatdropping> Why do I have the feeling I interrupted something…er…important, Heero?

 

Heero: <folds his arms, looking away> No comment.

 

Wufei: Hmph…Yuy’s beaten down by a women.  Injustice!

 

Me:  <grinning> Two words for you, Wuffie:  Chang.  Meiran.

 

Duo: <starting to twitch again>

 

Me: Uh…<sweatdrops again>

 

~*~

 

Epilogue:

 

 

In the end, it took around two more hours before the boys managed to get home.  Heero, it turns out, had been working on a fanfiction of his own and threatened to blackmail the authoress with it…but was counter-attacked by the fact that he did not have his own Fanfiction.net account and, therefore, couldn’t post it.  Duo was taken to the Anime Asylum after going into what the doctors diagnosed as Fan-girl shock, which grew worse only after he saw actual pictures of Midii Une and Chang Meiran.  Trowa returned to the circus, and spent the next week and a half hiding from Catherine, who heard about the “soup” jokes and had re-sharpened her knives.  Quatre returned to his mansion, where he proceeded to look up all thirty of his sisters’ names, addresses, telephone numbers, and made sure to block them all.  Wufei returned home to his wife, and was forced to sleep on the couch for a week (hehe).  Finally, the two chibi-muses were sent away to muse camp in order to learn how to operate the sound equipment properly.  However, what the Authoress didn’t know was that they ALSO learned even more muse tricks, including a whole lot more ways of driving her even crazier than she already is…but that’s another story….

 

 

THE END (for now)

 

____________________________________________________________________

 

 

1-                   In case you were wondering, this is a brief plug-in for a hilarious DBZ fanfic my brother shoved into my mailbox one day, and I luved!

2-                   Yeah, I should probably explain this, shouldn’t I?  First of all, I do *not* drink, nor do I encourage under aged alcoholic consumption.  See, I just recently discovered this little fact that Egg Nog commonly has alcohol in it after reading the “Non-alcoholic” label on a carton I was drinking at home.  I always wondered where the expression “too much egg nog” came from when describing people doing weird things, cuz I never realized before now.  Yes, I’m that blond.  My friends and I had a GOOD laugh over that one.

3-                   *shudders* Our school is performing “Gypsy” this year, and I’m in the play.  We had to sing both versions of this song during tryouts, and as much as I like it, after about fifty million times, it gets annoying as hell…

____________________________________________________________________

 

 

BACK TO MAIN

 

E-mail ~J.C.~