My Life as a Fanfiction Writer
A proposition had been sent to Yata after several weeks of silence from the Unknown Sender. The email explained that if he didn't want web mangas of himself to appear anymore, he and others would have to collaborate and write a story themselves...but it ends up being more of a threat when each of their pride is held on the line. SaruMi-focused; Pretty much the entire main cast; AU
Disclaimer: The GoRa/GoHands deal
Note: This is a sequel to My Life as a Shoujo Manga Protagonist
In order to make this story easier to follow, I'm going to add initial tags to whenever a character speaks during the writing sessions, since it's no longer just one or two people talking.
A Prologue of the Damned
Beep, beep, beep…Beep, beep, beep…
Yata had awoken after hearing his PDA sound off. It was the middle of the night, and the crow was extremely drowsy, as he strained to grab the device off the bedside table. When he expanded the screen in front of him, he noticed that he had received a new email in his inbox. Misaki's eyes instantly widened, and he felt all of his sleepiness drain from his body.
Inside the inbox, the amber-eyed boy saw the sender name labeled as "Unknown Sender." The title of the email simply stated, "Did you miss me? ;3"
The crow began to panic, remembering the events that had haunted his thoughts and dreams for weeks. Since there was no further contact from Unknown Sender, and the website with the web manga mysteriously disappeared, Yata finally managed to convince himself that it was nothing more than a one-time nightmare.
The chestnut-haired boy began to tremble when he slowly moved his finger to open the email. To his surprise, there was no hyperlink in the body. Instead, there was a brief message, stating, "I want the three of you to meet up tomorrow at noon. Make sure you all bring your PDAs. You know what will happen if you don't comply."
When Unknown Sender meant "the three of you," he or she was referring to the Shitty Monkey, the Heartless Woman, and himself. Yata swallowed hard, as he could imagine the possibilities of what could happen if he didn't obey their anonymous stalker. Misaki let loud a long sigh and prepared himself to wake up early to contact the two.
Sitting in one of Scepter 4's private lounges, there was an uncomfortable silence in the room. The trio was all apprehensive about the meeting they would have in less than fifteen minutes.
The Red clansman called Saruhiko early in the morning and told him about the message. He also informed the blue-haired boy to notify his superior officer as well, since the request extended to her too. The three had quickly reported to their respective clan leaders that they would be unable to perform their usual duties for the day, due to an urgent situation.
With seconds counting down towards noon, the three stared at their PDAs so intently, that it was a wonder they didn't burn a hole through the device. At exactly 12 PM, their PDAs all had a chat room request pop up on their screens.
"What the fuck? This creepy-ass person somehow has our web ids too?" Misaki shuddered at the thought of this Unknown Sender.
Accepting the chat request, the three entered the room, where Unknown Sender was already waiting:
-Entered chat-
Unknown Sender: Greetings! ^_^
Yatagarasu: STOP FUCKING WITH US ALREADY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT THIS TIME?
Anko is My Lifeblood: This is beyond sexual harassment. Do you have no shame in what you are doing?
xXxHotMama69xXx: Once I find you, I'm going to slash you into a million pieces and feed your flesh to pigs.
"…Saru…Why the FUCK do you have a screen name like that?" asked the little vanguard.
It was actually one of Saruhiko's many aliases that he used when hacking and investigating cases—plus the occasional Misaki-stalking, but the fact that Unknown Sender had somehow discovered his private IDs was extremely unnerving.
Before the blue-haired boy could actually respond to the crow's question, Unknown Sender started typing:
Unknown Sender: Awww, your words are so mean! :(((((
Unknown Sender: But no matter, I come to you three with a proposition.
Yatagarasu: HAAAAAAAA? WHY THE FUCK WOULD WE EVER AGREE TO ANYTHING YOU ASK OF US, YOU BASTARD!
Unknown Sender: Don't be so cold, Yata Misaki, age 19 – New code name: Super Virgin~
Yatagarasu: *! )(#*!)(*)!(*!)(*OKFJDOIJWF)(U!)(*!)(!IOIJ
Misaki felt as if a blood vessel was ready to explode in his head.
Anko is My Lifeblood: You should be prepared. If Scepter 4 ever catches you, you will pay for your crimes.
Unknown Sender: Can I pay you in red bean then? ^_^
Unknown Sender: Or maybe a picture of Kusanagi Izumo with nothing on but red bean all over his ****"
Anko is My Lifeblood: IUHJEIFUJIUOH( *U$*)!U)(*!)(!OIUJOJ!OIU()
Anko is My Lifeblood: )(! *#)(&!)&#UIRVHIUEHV
Anko is My Lifeblood: EROIUFHIROEJF()* &#)(! *
Very unlike the blonde Scepter 4 officer, Seri began to panic, flooding the chat with gibberish.
Yata_Misaki_Mai_Waifu_4_EVA: Hurry up and state your fucking business already.
"…"
"…Oi…Saru…What the fu—"
"Shut up."
"Fushimi, you really are despe—"
"I said, shut up." If the blue-eyed boy could somehow create a hack that allowed him to leap through his electronic devices, he wouldn't mind spending an eternity to do so, just to feel the satisfaction of plunging his saber into the heart of the Unknown Sender.
Unknown Sender: Alright, alright. Enough of this small talk. Let's get straight down to business. So, I am willing to give you three a chance. If you don't want me to continue making web manga about you—despite it being extremely popular, then I will have you do something for me in return.
After a few moments of silence, the Unknown Sender began to type again.
Unknown Sender: What I want you to do is write a story about yourselves. You can decide who the main characters are, as long as it's amongst yourselves. Additionally, I want you to gather the following people to come assist you in writing this:
Red Clansmen: Suoh Mikoto, Kushina Anna, Kanamoto Rikio, Kusanagi Izumo (AKA AWASHIMA SERI'S CANDY BOY~*~*~*~*)
Blue Clansmen: Munakata Reisi
Silver Clansmen: Isana Yashiro, Yatogami Kuroh, Neko, and friend of Silver Clan: Yukizome Kukuri
Unknown Sender: If do not comply—or someone tries to refuse, you will have to endure my wrath ^_^v
A notice began to blink in the three's mailboxes simultaneously. With a bit of hesitation, the three opened the received attached image, and their eyes instantly began to bulge. Inside each of their emails, was a picture of them, showing off their deepest darkest secrets that they would rather die than have others see.
Yatagarasu: …YOU...
Yatagarasu: YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
Unable to maintain his cool, composed persona anymore, Saruhiko snapped into a typing frenzy:
Fushimi Saruhiko: I
Fushimi Saruhiko is: AM
Fushimi Saruhiko is a: GOING
Fushimi Saruhiko is a creepy: TO
Fushimi Saruhiko is a creepy perverted: MURDER
Fushimi Saruhiko is a creepy perverted stalker: YOU
"AHHHHHH, I WANT TO KILL THIS BASTARD RIGHT NOW!" The third-in-command was ready to throw his PDA at the wall.
Unknown Sender: These will be posted on every internet site, television network, and street advertisement in Shizume City if you don't listen. Now that you know what I have in store for you, if you choose to blow this off…KABLAMO! (X_X)O-( " Q)
Unknown Sender: Go gather your fellow clansmen for me, and meet back in an hour. They should have all received something similar attached in their inboxes just now as well~
Unknown Sender: I will send you further instructions once everyone is together. Okay, BYE BYE~
-Owner of room has closed the chat—
An awkward silence hung over the lounge once again. The three wanted to do nothing more than run and hide, but they knew that this Unknown Sender had omniscient and omnipotent powers beyond any being known to man.
With a loud, exasperated sigh, the little vanguard of HOMRA was the first to speak. "Ugh…well I guess we have no choice, but to do what he or she says for now…I'm going to go back to HOMRA and bring everyone here within an hour. You guys handle your monkey king and the Silver clan."
With heavy hearts and deflated morale, the trio departed the room, unsure of what the future had in store of them.