Title: Waiting For Minako Part 27 Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page) Email: ayanami@merlin.net.au ICQ: 9845111 IRC: Saitou^Hajime on DALnet #AJAS Fic Rating: Perhaps PA might like to think twice about how far they would like to take their defence of certain other publishing companies before they get tarred with the same brush? Waiting for Minako by Aino Minako (In DDFA's absence) Part Twentyseven - The Investigation -------------------------------------------------------------------- ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ -------------------------------------------------------------------- >From the Journal of Minako Aino, Private Investigator.... "Right from the start, it was suspicious. I knew DDFA was quite capable of doing strange things, but disappearing from his own house, almost under my nose, was not one of them." "It was then that I received the phone call...." Scene: DDFA's kitchen. Minako, dressed in Sherlock Holmes outfit, is pacing backwards and forwards, holding onto a pipe that is stuck into the corner of her mouth. The phone rings and she stares at it for a couple of seconds. She then answers it. Minako: Mmmphh mmmmppphh.... She takes the pipe out of her mouth. Minako: Hello? Voice: Is that one Aino Minako, Private Investigator? Minako: No, I'm Queen Elizabeth the Second. Voice: Oh sorry, wrong number. Minako: Cynicism is dead in your part of the world, isn't it? Voice: ..... Minako: What do you want? Voice: I am a member of the Anime Character Liberation Front. Minako: Sounds painful. Voice: Yeah, you should see what it's like on Tuesdays. Minako: And so, for what reason do you call me? Voice: We have kidnapped DDFA! Minako: What? In January? Voice: We demand that this fanfic be brought to a solid and logical conclusion before the entire readership suffers mass brain meltdown. Minako: Is that your only demand? Voice: No. We demand the release of the Beijing Five, the Durban Six, the Edinburgh Four, Coventry two to Liverpool nil, Arsenal three to Manchester United two, Leeds nil to Blackburn one and Chelsea nil to West Ham nil. Minako: Would you like fries with that? Voice: Not tonight, darling, I've got a headache. Minako: How much time do we have? Voice: The deadline is chapter thirty. Unless this fic has been completed by then, DDFA is in for the chop! Minako: What? No steak? The phone hangs up. Minako stares at the receiver, then puts it back on the phone. Minako: Chapter thirty, eh? Looks like I'll have my work cut down to size. >From the Journal of Minako Aino, Private Investigator.... "Chapter Thirty. It was going to be next to impossible.... So many pointless plot threads. So many useless characters. Whoever it was that had kidnapped DDFA, they had to have been pretty pissed off over this fanfic...." "Or maybe it was someone he pissed off over another one of his fanfics.... Usagi is Dead, maybe, or Sailor Investigation Unit.... Whatever the case, being in control of this fanfic gave me an immense rush of power, and I was less than enthused about having to hurry to find him...." Meanwhile, Ami and Makoto are standing in the far corner of the main office of the hospital as the clone Mokona talks to someone on the phone. Mokona: Look, it's not MY fault they wanted to talk about the timing of the birth of Jesus and all that crap.... It could have been a hell of a lot worse. Justin Fraser might still have been on the list. Mokona winces as the person on the other end of the line starts to shout at him. Mokona: Yes, yes.... I know. Don't feed the troll. *Sigh* Look, T, I can only produce so many characters for their fics.... We're seriously short of Ranmas at the moment. If they write too many more, then there is going to be a shortage. They might even have to start sharing their Ranmas around, which means no darkfics. I doubt you can share around a Ranma that's been mutilated beyond the point of recognition. In the corner, Ami and Makoto start to whisper to each other. Makoto: So, what are we going to do? Ami: You mean his plan for us to kill the original Mokona? Makoto: Do you trust him? Ami: A Mokona that talks? No way. Makoto: Pity he's so cute. I'm only JUST resisting the temptation to squeeze him, again. Ami: That's the problem. The original Mokona will appear just as cute. Makoto: Ah yes.... Can we resist the temptation to simply squeeze the little bastard? Ami: Can we even catch the little bastard? Ryuzaki Umi has been trying for years. She hasn't succeeded yet. Mokona has some strange power, one that lets him get away from just about everything. Makoto: But as he says, only originals like us have the power to finish him off. Ami: Sounds suspicious to me.... It's a good excuse for his failiure to do the job. If he even had a fraction of the original's dark power, he'd be able to scrag the little bastard, no problem. Makoto: Who is he talking to, anyway? Ami: Don't ask.... It's a person of great influence and power. If you're not careful, you'll become a banned subject. Makoto: ..... Mokona puts down the phone and sighs. Mokona: They're all apologising for things they've done wrong, too. It must be the age of Mea Culpa, or something. Next thing you know, they'll be asking about Kaitou Ace and lost webpages on the Neo SM List.... He looks up at the two girls. Mokona: So, have the two of you decided whether you'll help me or not? Ami: We're.... thinking about it. Makoto: What we'd really like to know is, what is in it for us? Mokona: Ahh.... I thought you'd ask that, eventually.... Mokona turns as a screen descends from the ceiling at the back of the room. Scenes from past chapters of "Waiting for Minako" flash across this screen. Mokona: As you can see, right from the start, this series has made absolutely no sense, whatsoever. From the moment the pair of you started waiting by the wall, to the accident with the aircraft, your holiday in Hawaii, your wanderings along the beach in Queensland.... Everything has been the product of a warped mind. Ami: That's all very well, but what has this to do with our potential assassination of the original Mokona? Mokona: From certain sources, I've been lead to believe that DDFA, the so-called author of this mess, was not, in fact, in control of himself whilst writing.... It is a conspiracy between the original Mokona and someone else, whose identity has not been revealed to me. Outside DDFA's house, still dressed in her Sherlock Holmes outfit, Minako sneezes and blinks, scratching her head. >From the Journal of Minako Aino, Private Investigator.... "It was at that moment that I realised that someone was talking about me, somewhere in the world.... My paranoia grew as I started to follow the tracks that lead from DDFA's front door.... Mostly since the tracks had been painted in bright, fluorescent green.... Someone obviously meant for me to follow them. This either meant I was falling into a trap, or someone had purchased fluorescent green paint in bulk..." END OF PART 27 -------------------------------------------------------------------- ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ -------------------------------------------------------------------- Will Minako find DDFA and defeat his kidnappers? Will Ami and Makoto believe the Mokona clone? Will Spiny Norman make a reappearance? What have Haruka and Michiru done to fix the problems with this fanfic? Is that a dead giveaway to future chapters? For almost no answers to these questions, read the next chapter of "Waiting for Minako". Proud winner of no fanfic awards and abuser of innocent animals. ^_^ _________ / @ \ Aino Minako (in DDFA's absence) / / ^ ^ \ \ darkdayforanime@hotmail.com /\ Manic-Depressive Sailorsenshi without a clue \/ \/ Professional failiure in quotations \___________/ Massive avoider of responsibility /_/ \_\ PU And better looking than everyone else in the damn series! Makoto: What do you mean, better looking? Minako: Settle down. It's just a sig.... Ami: You're crusin' for a bruisin', you blond bitch. Minako: Ah, so, you have something against blonds, do you? Makoto: *cracks knuckles* Don't change the subject. Minako: *Ulp* ^_^;; Sailor V 1.0 - Tuesday, 19th January 1999