Read this at your own risk.
Seriously, this entire thing is full of crack.
I couldn't really decipher the meaning of that word... so I assume it doesn't have one, and therefore, this story doesn't really have a point, either.
In fact, the dream described within is the same one I had last night.
...And I can probably thank the raw potatoes contest for that. ><;;
It also doesn't help that I managed to go and get myself sick again...
So my brain... not really working so well. ><
I apologize for this crap.
So um... don't expect this to really make sense...
But if it makes you laugh, that's good.
Also... if you get some of the inside junk that was slipped in here... good for you. You get a cookie.
[The Sound of It Really WAS Atrocious...]She was standing in front of a sign that stretched out on either side of her as far as she could see, as if it had no end to it. There was a word written on it that seemed to be as long as the sign itself, but even if she cared enough to run along the length of the sign to see all of it, she wouldn’t have been able to read it, because she was pretty sure it was English.
It wasn’t that her skills were…
lacking, per se… After all, ever since she had dropped being an idol to go back to school, she was doing particularly well… it was just… she had never seen such a beast of a word before.
And if all of this wasn’t bad enough, there was this huge yellow bird wandering around behind her, screaming ‘WARK!?’ over and over at the top of it’s lungs. However, even with all of this going on, young Ishimura Maiha was unable to realize that she was dreaming.
It probably didn’t help that she didn’t really dream enough to make the connection… That, or when she did dream, she didn’t ever remember what had happened after she woke up.
As far as she was concerned, she had been deposited rather roughly into an alternate reality and was trapped there. …And was being considerably calm about the whole thing, too. Maiha was a sensible person, of course… there was no need to start freaking out about things that hadn’t happened yet. She wasn’t in pain or on fire, so screaming her head off would have been unnecessary.
…She’d save that for later.
Since interpreting the sign appeared to be hopeless, Maiha turned around to face the frantic yellow bird, deciding to deal with it first. See, in most alternate realities she had heard about, you could talk to things that you wouldn’t normally communicate with in the real world. Heck, you could talk to trees in some of them. Not that there were any trees around, but if there had been, she wouldn’t have been opposed to striking up a conversation with one of them.
Maiha didn’t discriminate against beings of the plant-life variety, after all.
But anyway, that wasn’t the point. The point was that the big yellow bird was going to have a heart attack if she didn’t do something about it, and since she was bored and had nothing else to do, she decided to give shouting at it a try.
“Hey you! What the hell’s your problem, huh?”
The bird stopped it’s little tantrum immediately, turning it’s head in a slow and eerie way to gaze at her with one of its dark, piercing eyes. Maiha was beginning to consider that trying to talk to the thing was a bad idea. And before she could do anything about it, the thing darted towards her in a yellow blur, knocking her to the ground and bending over her like an excited dog whose master just arrived home.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Charliiiiiiiiiiiiiiie. We found a map to candy mountain…”
Now… Maiha wasn’t exactly sure what was going on… especially since she was a bit disoriented from being knocked down and because the bird was talking in a high-pitched voice that she could barely understand. But she knew that her name sure as hell wasn’t ‘Charlie’, and she was going to make sure that that big, stupid bird was aware of that by using her not-so-nice words.
Since this was an alternate reality, she began to shout out a couple of expletives that she made up right there on the spot, and while to people in the real world it would have just been gibberish… in that world right there, they were so offensive that they must never be repeated again…
The bird seemed to be sufficiently stunned by her sudden outburst, but after a moment, the shock wore off and it began to babble at her again.
“Come to candy mountain with meeeeeeee… The magical lioplurodon will show us the way, and we will be filled with sweet sugary goodness…”
“Like hell I’ll come with you. I saw what happened to that unicorn in the end, and I would like to
keep BOTH of my kidneys, thank you very much. So screw you and your damn candy mountain.”
“Shuuuuuuuuuuun the non-believer… shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun…” The bird started to hiss that at her over and over… backing away slowly until it was several meters away. At this point, it burst into flame and shot up into the air, where it exploded in a flash of brilliant colors… just like fireworks.
And that’s when Maiha woke up with a jolt, sitting up in bed and panting heavily, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. The bright numbers of her alarm clock told her that it was just barely three in the morning, and she groaned to herself, feeling a headache coming on and realizing that her stomach hurt like it was trying to devour itself.
What on earth did I eat last to bring about that kind of dream…She noticed a trail of wrappers strewn about her bedroom floor, opened and deprived of their original contents, and she couldn’t quite remember how they had gotten there. Curious, she slid out of her bed and knelt down on the floor, picking one up to examine it much more closely. It was pink and had a darker ribbon still encircled loosely around it, as if that had been keeping whatever was in the wrapper secured.
Cautiously, Maiha brought it to her face and smelled it, the faint scent of chocolate still lingering there. She remembered eating them… but she didn’t remember where she got them or how they had gotten there.
She stood up, and as she did so, her eyes darted over towards a white slip of paper that laid amidst a few of the wrappers and she bent back down to pick it up, noting that it had to be from a Berryz member because of the cutesy little designs scrawled all over it.
“I was making some of these for the other members and while I was doing that I thought of you! ^__^ I hope you like them.”Maiha didn’t even need to read on to the signature to realize that it was Risako’s handwriting she was trying to decipher so early in the morning, and with a smile, she set the note down on her desk, where it wouldn’t be forgotten a second time.
Though, as she slid back into bed, she let out a sigh.
At least I know I won’t be the only one suffering from a stomach ache and weird dreams tonight…
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