Misdirections Here we go! As promised, I found time and wrote a kinder opening paragraph. Aren't you all relieved? :D Anyway, this piece is a collaboration effort between myself and my dear friend, Lauren Griffin. Everyone in the Prologue except Sailor Pluto, belong to us. For those of you who have read _The Generals' Hour_ (shameless plug for my other fanfic), this 'fic is _much_ less serious, and _definately_ less dark/depressing. If you have any questions or comments, e-mail one of us! For now, on with the show...!
Lauren looked up in amusement as Renée bustled about the small
room. How a college dorm room could be so small and still house two people
never ceased to amuse her. Renée spoke from where her head was stuck
in the refrigerator, "Lauren, did I already give you the Diet Coke,
or did it get up and walk out of the fridge?"
Lauren laughed, "No Renée, it's right over here."
"Oh yeah," she paused, "Then what the heck was I lookin'
for?"
Lauren sighed, "The remote control?"
"Oh yeah. Why was I looking for it in the fridge?"
"Because it wasn't on your bed, in your hamper, or in the closet.
You know Renée, as much as I love you, you can be such a ditz sometimes,"
with that Lauren got up and plucked the remote control off the top of the
TV where it had been sitting the whole time. She dangled it in front of
Renée's face and Renée slapped herself in the forehead, "Doh!"
Lauren laughed, "You know, Renée, if you were a Japanese anime
character you'd have a monster huge sweatdrop on your face right now..."
she paused and then said, "And _speaking_ of which, isn't it time
we started our Sailor Moon Marathon?"
They both slapped each other a high five and chorused, "All right!
Sailor Moon Rocks!!" Then Renée added, "And I managed
to fix my first Sailor Moon tape! Crazy Glue is a _great_ invention, isn't
it?" she sighed. "All right, checklist time!"
Lauren smiled, "Ready, willing, and able!"
"All right! Soda?"
{giggle} "Check!"
"Pizza?"
"Check!"
"Plates, napkins, and cups?"
"Check, check, and check!"
"Remote Control?"
{giggle} "Check!"
"I think we're all set! Let's get to it!"
With that final statement, Renée flung herself down on her beanbag
chair next to Lauren, who started enthusiastically bobbing up and down,
humming the Sailor Moon Theme Song. Renée turned a look of disgust
on her friend and said, "Lauren..."
Lauren closed her mouth, "OK, I'll be good!" They were Renée's
tapes after all, Lauren sure didn't want to get kicked out before she saw
them. They turned to each other, nodded their heads, Renée raised
the remote control, and pressed Play. Nothing happened. A mournful wail
rose in their throats. Lauren cried, "I thought you said you fixed
it!"
"I did! It was working this morning!"
"Now I'll never see "Crystal Clear Destiny"!"
Renée's eyes suddenly went wide. She poked Lauren in the side and
whispered, "Lauren. Lauren!" Lauren looked up, "WHAT!"
Renée, still staring, said, "Look at the TV screen."
Lauren looked and said, "Hey! Who's the green-haired chick?"
Renée's eyes narrowed in thought, "Hey isn't that Sailor Pluto?"
"Sailor Pluto? She doesn't come in until after the Reeny thing! I
thought you didn't have those tapes!" her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Renée yelped, "I don't! I don't!...OUCH! What was that for?"
"I didn't do any- OUCH! Wait a minute! It's the chick in the TV! She's
pulling us in...!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
Before either girl could even scream for their mommies, they were sucked
into the TV screen by the chick with long, green hair.
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