Title: Waiting For Minako Part 11 Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page) Email: ayanami@merlin.net.au ICQ: 9845111 IRC: Saitou^Hajime on DALnet #AJAS Fic Rating: Tortoise Brand Pot Cleaner Waiting for Minako by DDFA (Mark A Page) Part Eleven - The Sand -------------------------------------------------------------------- Scene: A beach, supposedly in North Queensland (cue banjos) but this has not been confirmed by our operatives. Ami and Makoto are wandering the beach in the kind of skimpy swimsuits that would normally be used in an anime of ecchi standards. Of course, this is a fanfic, and so the vision of the pair wearing them is occurring entirely within your own mind, like the perverted, sick little creep that you are. ^_^ Both of them stare up at the bright sunshine that normally never happens in Queensland, since, much of it being in the tropics, the only thing one ever sees in the sky during the daylight hours are the buildup of dark, threatening storm clouds that almost invariably turn into storms at about 4 in the afternoon. Which is a good reason not to go there. Try Adelaide on your next holiday to Australia. It might be boring as all fuck, but hey, you can see the sun most of the time. This message was brought to you by the South Australian Tourist Commission, the most underfunded tourist organisation in the Southern hemisphere. It's tourist organisations like this that make a holiday to Uzbekistan seem like such a logical choice. ^_^ Ami: It's hot. Makoto: Yes, it is, isn't it. Ami: Damned hot. Makoto: You're not wrong there. Ami: How long has it been since we left our towels? Makoto: I can't remember. Ami: Where did we leave our towels? Makoto: Back in Hawaii, I think. Ami: That's impossible. We can't have walked from Hawaii to Northern Queensland. Makoto: Why? Ami: Because we would have gotten wet. We would have brought our towels in that case. Makoto: As normal, your logic surpasses mine. Ami: Of course it does. My logic is a product of my vast intelligence, which exceeds that of the rest of you put together. Makoto: And yet, you still fell for Urawa-kun. Ami: ..... Makoto: ..... Ami: We all have our crosses to bear. Makoto: That's a pretty big one. Ami: At least I GOT myself a boyfriend. You just brag about a lost one. Makoto: Let's not start down that path, again. Ami: Sign of desperation. Makoto: I said.... Ami: Do I foresee the long, lonely years ahead? Makoto: Look, if you don't shuddup, I'll smash your face through the back of your head. Ami: Touchy. Makoto: Am I just? Ami: Yup. Makoto: Urawa. Ami: Stop it.... Makoto: Urawa Urawa Urawa Urawa Urawa.... Ami: Stop that! Makoto: You stop bagging me for not having a boyfriend, then. Ami: Why not? It's fun. Makoto: Amiiiiiiii..... Ami: Funny, too. Makoto: Listen, just one more word from your mouth, and I'll.... Ami: Can I ask you a question? Makoto: WHAT!?!? Ami: Why do you always revert to violence to solve your problems? I do wish you were a tad more creative. Makoto: Oh. Yeah, right. I should have THOUGHT of that SO much sooner. Well, I'm SO SORRY that I get a real KICK out of beating the LIVING CRAP out of people who ANNOY the SHIT outta me. Ami: Tut tut tut.... All this stress is not doing you one bit of good. Makoto: STRESS? STRESS? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M STRESSED? I'M NOT STRESSED. HOW DARE YOU THINK I'M STRESSED! Ami: ..... Makoto: ..... Ami: You see.... This is what comes from not having a boyfriend. Makoto grips Ami by the strap of her swimsuit top and pulls her forward, violently. Makoto: One instant head ventilation system, coming up.... Ami: Wait, it was just a joke.... As Makoto lifts back her free fist to thump Ami one, a sand dune drops on top of the pair of them, smothering them both with a cacophony of frightened cries. After about a minute, their heads pop out from the top of the dune. Makoto: Okay, Miss Brain, explain the sudden and rapid movement of this friggin' dune.... They're not supposed to move that quickly. Ami: ..... Makoto: Ya can't, can ya? Ami: Give me a few moments to postulate a ridiculous, but due to current events, mildly possible, theory. In the background, they can both hear the sounds of heavy machinery. Makoto: What the hell is that. Ami: Aha! Now I KNOW this is Queensland. Makoto: What do you mean? Ami: Coastal land developers.... That's why the dune was dumped on top of us. They don't like cheap tourists. Makoto: ..... Ami: ..... Makoto: ..... Ami: ..... Makoto: Would you like a hand getting out of this dune? Ami: Actually, I rather like it here.... It's cooler in the sand than it is out of it. Makoto: If I don't get out of it, then I'm gonna become out of it. Would you mind explaining to me how we managed to be in Queensland. Ami: Existentialist angst on the part of the author? Makoto: Yes, well, that would be a contributing factor. By the way, isn't it about time one of us are killed? Ami: What do you mean? Makoto: He always kills one of us off, usually in the first chapter.... Scene: Tokyo. Usagi is sitting on a park bench, minding her own business, when from out of nowhere, an arrow goes through her head. After putting on a silly expression of surprise for what seems to be a minute, she falls to the ground, dead. We return to the beach, where Ami is looking daggers at Makoto. Ami: Why'd you HAVE to remind him? Makoto: Ah, it's nothing.... He'll just resurrect her later. Ami: Yeah, to kill her again.... Makoto: By the way, don't you feel rather silly having a conversation whilst you are up to your neck in sand? Ami: ..... Makoto: ..... Ami: The sand.... Makoto: What about it? Ami: It's awfully white. Makoto: ..... Ami: ..... Makoto: What about it? Ami: Don't you think the sand is white? Makoto: Yes, it's awfully white. What about it? Ami: I just thought I'd mention it. Makoto: What is the point? Ami: Hmm? Makoto: What is the point? Ami: What is the point of anything? I really do wonder, sometimes.... Makoto: Not that! I mean, what was the point of mentioning the colour of the sand? Ami: What is the point of anything? I really do wonder, sometimes.... Makoto: ..... Ami: ..... Makoto: You didn't take your medication before we left, did you? END OF PART 11 -------------------------------------------------------------------- Will Minako ever arrive? Are Ami and Makoto buried up to their necks in sand, or is it just a figment of their imagination. For no answers to these questions, stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of the interminable saga of Ami and Makoto in "Waiting for Minako". Wrapped in a super-dimensional 3D txt file, maybe. ^_^ _________ / @ \ DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page) / / ^ ^ \ \ ayanami@merlin.net.au /\ Chief Propoganda Officer, Keeper of \/ \/ the Tapes and Co-Founder of the Saitou-chan \___________/ Appreciation Society - Adelaide Japanese /_/ \_\ PU Animation Society Version 32.1 - Wednesday, October the 14th in the Year of Our Lard 1998 (Snork Snork Snork)