I'll write you into it even though we didn't meet, r. I can imagine if you met us. We'd all be blubbering messes of fangirlism.
Thanks for reading, everyone, and sorry for the long wait. I hope the AX excitement hasn't yet completely drained away.
I gave a shout out to a hospitalised Jab when I posted up the first chapters of this story. Things have changed drastically since then. I couldn't really find the heart to keep writing this until now. Jab's shining moment comes later in the story. It was one of the scenes that just came to me in advance (there are a few of those), and I wrote it out a few weeks ago between the writing of the above chapters. I'll be including it where it belongs. Let this story - at least the parts that actually happened - serve as a testament to the wonderful time we all had at AX, a time when we were all well and among friends. We were lucky to have had that chance to gather. Now here is the continuation, incredibly skewed and out of proportion
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5: Tourette's LunchMorning Musume passed through with all the deserved fanfare from the gathered masses. Forum members chased them right up to their bus, and the girls started muttering things under their breath about how strange Americans were. Fen and Commie also gave chase, but with decidedly less enthusiasm. They were both preoccupied with what they had seen. Commie was looking over her shoulder every second.
"Stop that. You look like Miki did just now," Fen said, slapping Commie on the head.
"Ow," Commie winced. "But I'm just worried that Aya might be following us."
Fen frowned.
"Why would she do that? It's not us that she wants to kidnap."
Commie shrugged.
"She may not have forgiven us yet for that hotel incident. She may know that we're here and that we're gonna do everything we can to keep the peace. She may-"
"Ok, ok, I get it," Fen said, covering Commie's mouth with her hand.
And so Commie started to lick Fen's hand.
"EWWWW!" Fen screeched, retracting her hand and wiping it on Commie's shirt.
"Yeah, I guess I shoulda warned you about that," Commie grinned. "I tend to make things unpleasant for people who try to shut me up."
As Commie snickered, Fen made sounds of disgust and took out some disinfectant.
"What I want to know," Fen said after she'd de-germed her precious hand, "is how Miki escaped and why she came here. I kinda have a one year mind blank, but wasn't she supposed to be getting married in Hawaii?"
The two struck Thinking Monkey poses.
"Maybe she got off the plane at the wrong stop?" Commie suggested seriously.
Fen hit Commie over the head again (anyone starting to feel sorry for her yet?).
"Stupid. Planes aren't like trains."
"Oh," Commie said, pouting and looking down at her hands.
It killed Fen (yes, positively killed her) to see Commie pout sadly, so she thought a bit more.
"But maybe you have a point. Maybe this was her transfer point, and instead of getting onto her connecting flight, she got off here."
Commie looked back up, smiling like a kid.
"In that case, we have to figure out why she did that. If she was on her way to Hawaii, why didn't she go all the way? Hmmm..." Fen pondered aloud.
There were simply too many possibilities. In the end, da duo decided dat dey should proceed with the assumption that Miki had a long while before her connecting flight and had simply wanted to slip icognito into the city for a bit of sightseeing before it was time to take off again. Of course she would have been a bit paranoid about arriving with Morning Musume after seeing the crowds of fans who would no doubt have recognised her had they been looking for her. That's why she was wearing the hat and mask and peering over her shoulder.
After that monumentally uninformed (which they did not know yet) decision, ComFen relaxed.
"ACK!" Fen screamed moments after.
"What?!" ComTron asked (Ebc had appeared by the girls' side in the meantime).
"I forgot to call my parents. We're supposed to have lunch with them, remember?"
Commie remembered that conversation. It had happened in a split second between the time that Fen received the "MM is here" text message and when the two girls buckled up in the car. As they'd raced through the Fenrir Household, FenMom had intercepted ComFen at high speed. The following occurred in real life in script format (for such a thing is possible, surely to Estrea's discontent):
FenMom: Lunch!
Com: Yes!
Fen: We'll call!
FenMom: 'Fore 1!
ComFen: Kthxbai!
And with this, it had been decided that if Fenrir, Comrade, and Ebc were finished up at the airport before one o'clock pm, they would call FenMom and FenDad and make plans to meet for lunch. Checking their watches, it was 12:59:16pm. They had forty-four seconds to place the call. Otherwise, they'd have to fend for themselves for lunch. Fen ripped her phone out and called with ten seconds still left on the clock.
"Mommy!" she cried out.
"Yes?" Commie asked, looking up.
Fen covered the mouthpiece of her phone.
"Not 'Commie'. 'Mommy'," she explained in a hushed voice.
"Oh, hehehe," Commie said sheepishly, and she shut up.
Fen proceeded to talk to her mother for a full minute while Commie chased her own shadow in a circle and Ebc watched and re-watched his Morning Musume footage. Finally, a FenFamily decision was reached.
"Chinese food!" Fen announced, and before anybody knew it, the three had said goodbye to the rest of the hip fans ("Lunch with the parents!" Fen called out to Daigong by way of explanation, to which Daigong threw his hands up in the air and cursed lunches with parents all across the globe).
It took a while to get back to the car because Commie kept stopping to take pictures of palm trees.
"Will you quit it? There's plenty more where we're going," Fen huffed impatiently.
"But... but... palm trees!!" Commie cried out with glee as she held the camera in front of her own face and tried to take a self portrait with the trees.
(You see, there really aren't any palm trees in Canada, and global warming will probably come and cause Canada to sprout palm trees well before the country has the facilities to take over a territory in a tropical location.)
And so went the twenty minute journey back to the car.
Back on the road, Fen drove, Commie dj'd, and Ebc documented.
"Oh my god, I love these pine trees!" Commie squeed as "Genie" played at the stereo system's loudest volume setting.
"Pine trees?" Fen snickered, but Commie was too caught up in her own ramble to hear her.
"I haven't seen pine trees in a long time. Well, not since I went to Guam a year ago. But I haven't seen, like, American pine tr- er, wait, Guam
is America... But I mean, like, in an everyday situation. It's been a while since I've seen pine trees."
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Pine trees?" Fen asked again when Commie had finished her incoherent rant.
Commie paused for a moment and took in Fen's question.
"Shut up," she laughed defeatedly. "Palm trees."
Fen began to laugh uncontrollably as Commie sheepishly muttered to herself to shut up for being so dumb.
They reached the meeting place and met with FenMom and FenDad. They sat down at a large table with a panoramic view of outside and they proceeded to order.
"What foods do you like?" FenMom asked.
"Dave likes chicken but no seafood, and Commie will eat anything-" Fen started.
"Except shrimp," Commie added.
FenMom proceeded to cross off ninety-eight percent of the Chinese restaurant menu. She and FenDad then ordered a whole bunch of dishes that they thought would be appealing to all. Food came quickly, and the crowd dug in. Ebc started working on a whole half of a chicken while Commie attacked the turnip cakes and Fen savoured those chunky noodles that Commie would have shamelessly stolen from her had they not been full of shrimp.
"So how did the airport meeting go?" FenMom asked.
Upon hearing the question, Fen and Commie gulped, which was quite unfortunate since they had not yet chewed the food in their mouths. Large, sharp chunks travelled down their esophagi, causing massive pain and discomfort (shhh, they weren't eating soft noodles and turnip cakes. They had both switched to pork ribs in black bean sauce... yeah...). Once the pain had receded, ComFen shared a concerned look, wondering how much to reveal. They hadn't told their respective sets of parents about their colourful adventures in Japan, not having wanted to worried them. Suddenly explaining it all at a get-to-know-you lunch might be somewhat awkward. Also, ComFen had to take into account Ebc. He had his own history with GAM, but it was a happy one. Nothing dangerous. They didn't want to involve him in a problem if he could be spared the agony. They each used their unique telepathic powers to confirm what the other was thinking, and Fen spoke for the both of them.
"Great! We got to see them."
Commie nodded approvingly. Fen had pulled off a nonchalant attitude perfectly. Ten points for performance and an extra two for above average results. FenParents continued to ask little questions here and there about their time at the airport and, in general, Tron and Com's experience so far in Los Angeles. It was at some point during a conversation about driver's licences that Commie got distracted by something outside.
"There's a man in that tree!" she cried, pointing out the window.
The table of companions looked out to see leaves falling from a palm tree at a steady rate. They looked amused and smiled, but Commie began to dance around at the window sill, pulling out her camera and taking video footage and pictures.
"Oh my gahhh! He's trimming the leaves from the pine tree!!"
Fen facepalmed herself.
"
Palm tree," she muttered.
"This is so cool. I'm going to upload this to YouTube!"
FenParents sweatdropped.
"And then I'll say that people in LA are so brave!!"
Tron ignored it all and re-re-watched his Morning Musume airport footage.
Fen stood up and gripped Commie's wrist, wrenching her back to the table.
"Just eat your food so that we can get out of here and get our badges," she whispered harshly.
Commie gulped (poor lil thing) and sat down morosely, picking at the food and avoiding shrimp like the plague.
"AIBUTT!!!" Fen suddenly screamed, making Tron, Com, and FenParents scream and throw their cups of tea into the air.
Once the four had settled, they looked over at Fen, but Fen just sat there, engrossed in her shrimp noodles and working at them in a concentrated, methodical way. She sensed eight eyes on her and looked up.
"What?" she asked, eyes wide, mouth full of noodle.
"Uh..." Commie began.
"You..." Tron tried.
"..." FenParents hummed wordlessly.
"Never mind," Com laughed nervously.
And so lunch ended rather silently, rather awkwardly, and, strangely enough, without anymore outbursts from Fen.
TBC.............
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