Fan Fiction ❯ The Mini Adventures of Amichan ❯ Episode One: The Mini Shirt ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Amichan 
Funny little original shorts.
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Funny little original shorts.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.25.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 496 | Status: Completed
THE MINI ADVENTURES OF AMI-CHAN
Episode One: The Mini Shirt
by Ami-chan
A/N: Written very, very late at night. Or very, very early in the
morning. Depends on how you look at it. *grin* Loosely based on true
events that sometimes happen in life that are just so funny that I must
now write them down. Has bits of yaoi hints (nothing _particularly_
suggestive, though, unfortunately), ecchi comments, boys having pervie
thoughts. Rated PG-13. I hope. Enjoy the fic. Name, of course, is based
loosely on the "Adventures of the Mini-Goddesses." Give or take a bit.
INTRODUCTION: Once upon a time, there was a little girl (little in
weight, although not quite in height) named Amichan. She was a very
talkative and scary fangirl. Once in a while she would have little
adventures that she would be forever teased about. But most of the time,
these adventures are referred to as the "Mini-Triumphs of Amichan,"
dutifully named by her dear friend Cerichan.
And this is the mini-adventures of Amichan.
Amichan was very very bored.
She had been on that same computer, at the same desk, behind the same
annoying talkative white boy, in front of the same annoying talkative
Asian girl, and in the freezing box they call Computer Science Lab, for
two hours. In half an hour she would be free. In half an hour she would
be free. In half an hour she would be out of that evil thing they call
"summer school." In half an hour she could go and...
And...
Her mind drew a blank. Why was that? Perhaps her mind was trying to come
up with yet another one of those evil, evil perverted plots? No, she
wasn't like that. Not anymore anyways. So why was her mind drawing a
complete blank?
She decided that she didn't want to think about that.
At that very moment, Renachan, the girl who sat in front of the annoying
talkative white boy, came up to her, and stared.
"Ne?" Amichan tilted her head, confused.
"I'm really tempted to tell you something," the adorable little (in
height this time, according to Edwinkun) Renachan pouted.
"What about?" Amichan asked. She was justly curious about whatever the
very mysterious Renachan had to say.
"Something about Edwin."
Amichan's ears perked up. "Oh? Edwinkun?" she asked, "What about him?"
she turned back to her computer, gleefully trying to hide her excitement
at possible new ways to torture poor Edwinkun.
"You know this shirt?" she pointed at her shirt.
Amy looked carefully at it. It was an adorable shirt, no? Yes it was! It
was white, with blue trimmings. Amichan especially noted the fact that
it was very small and had spaghetti straps. Amy wondered what this had
to do with Edwin. Ooh. Perhaps a certain _something_ that had to do
with---
---Now she _really_ didn't want to think about _that_. It was too much.
For apparent reasons, it would be indecent to think such a thing of
innocent Renachan.
She stuck with the simplest comment, "Yes, I see it," she replied to
Renachan amicably.
"Well. Edwin wore it once."
Amy paused for a moment, soaking the information in. "Edwinkun did...
WHAT?!"
"He wore it," Renachan replied quite smugly.
"..." Amichan sweat dropped heavily, "And what in heaven's name posessed
him to do THAT?"
"Oh, it was a dare," the small girl brightened up and replied matter-of-
factly.
"Oh. When was this?"
"April."
"..."
"At the San Fransisco trip."
Amichan cursed. "Damn. I KNEW I should've gone on that trip!"
Rena smiled "Yup."
Amichan grinned with a row of after-braces-perfect-row-sparkling-white
teeth, "So what _about_ that shirt?"
"Well, he walked out of the bathroom with it on."
Amichan sweat dropped, trying very, very hard not to imagine and picture
it, and failing to her dismay. Now she was having pervie thoughts. Not
ABOUT Edwinkun, of course, but about Edwinkun, the shirt, and different
ways Renachan could have reacted to it. But thinking about that at the
moment wasn't very fair to Renachan either, for Renachan was currently
much too preoccupied with Jinkun.
"Anou..."
"And the whole room went silent. The next moment, we were on the floor
howling."
Amichan was on the verge of falling on the floor howling herself. She
had a brief vision of herself having been there when this all happened.
She snorted.
"And he turned really bright red---" Amichan sweat dropped once more.
Edwinkun turning bright red. Must've been a sight to see, "---and ran
back into the bathroom."
That, Amichan privately thought, was a typical reaction of bishounen.
Not, of course, that Edwinkun was very pretty.
* Note to those who don't know yet, if there be any. Bishounen means
pretty boy.
Of course, he reminded her a lot, at the moment, of a certain green
garbed boy from a certain card-capturing story.
Oh Lord.
---------------------
Amichan, upon reading over draft the second time: XD
Edwinkun: .........
Renachan: *rolling on floor laughing*
Cerichan: *giggles in her usual way*
Amichan: Well, well, Edwinkun. Never thought that of you.
Edwinkun: ... shut up.
Amichan: XD I win this round.
XD A bit of mild ecchi thoughts. For now. The second chapter will be a
tad worse, I think. No visible yaoi/yuri yet, although you can never
quite tell what's in Amichan's mind. *grins*
So here ends the first episode of Amichan's mini-adventures, capped, she
hopes for the future, at 6-10 kb on NotePad each.
And this chapter is, by the way *grins* completely true. Except for a
few edited lines from Rena here and there, since I have a horrible
memory.
Review? Ideas? Comments? All welcome at kurisutarusakura@hotmail.com.
And no, I will not be giving out Edwinkun's email address. I think he has
enough fangirls to worry about for now, what with The World Outside (also
by Amichan) and all. XD
Arigatou to Cerichan and Clohechan for their unending support on the idea
of this story and telling me how funny it was. XD Not that it wasn't
funny before.
I think I'm gonna go to sleep now, and have NIGHTMARES about Edwin in a
very small and very girly spaghetti strap shirt.
God help me.
~Sometime after 12 am on Thursday morning, July 25th of 2002.
Episode One: The Mini Shirt
by Ami-chan
A/N: Written very, very late at night. Or very, very early in the
morning. Depends on how you look at it. *grin* Loosely based on true
events that sometimes happen in life that are just so funny that I must
now write them down. Has bits of yaoi hints (nothing _particularly_
suggestive, though, unfortunately), ecchi comments, boys having pervie
thoughts. Rated PG-13. I hope. Enjoy the fic. Name, of course, is based
loosely on the "Adventures of the Mini-Goddesses." Give or take a bit.
INTRODUCTION: Once upon a time, there was a little girl (little in
weight, although not quite in height) named Amichan. She was a very
talkative and scary fangirl. Once in a while she would have little
adventures that she would be forever teased about. But most of the time,
these adventures are referred to as the "Mini-Triumphs of Amichan,"
dutifully named by her dear friend Cerichan.
And this is the mini-adventures of Amichan.
Amichan was very very bored.
She had been on that same computer, at the same desk, behind the same
annoying talkative white boy, in front of the same annoying talkative
Asian girl, and in the freezing box they call Computer Science Lab, for
two hours. In half an hour she would be free. In half an hour she would
be free. In half an hour she would be out of that evil thing they call
"summer school." In half an hour she could go and...
And...
Her mind drew a blank. Why was that? Perhaps her mind was trying to come
up with yet another one of those evil, evil perverted plots? No, she
wasn't like that. Not anymore anyways. So why was her mind drawing a
complete blank?
She decided that she didn't want to think about that.
At that very moment, Renachan, the girl who sat in front of the annoying
talkative white boy, came up to her, and stared.
"Ne?" Amichan tilted her head, confused.
"I'm really tempted to tell you something," the adorable little (in
height this time, according to Edwinkun) Renachan pouted.
"What about?" Amichan asked. She was justly curious about whatever the
very mysterious Renachan had to say.
"Something about Edwin."
Amichan's ears perked up. "Oh? Edwinkun?" she asked, "What about him?"
she turned back to her computer, gleefully trying to hide her excitement
at possible new ways to torture poor Edwinkun.
"You know this shirt?" she pointed at her shirt.
Amy looked carefully at it. It was an adorable shirt, no? Yes it was! It
was white, with blue trimmings. Amichan especially noted the fact that
it was very small and had spaghetti straps. Amy wondered what this had
to do with Edwin. Ooh. Perhaps a certain _something_ that had to do
with---
---Now she _really_ didn't want to think about _that_. It was too much.
For apparent reasons, it would be indecent to think such a thing of
innocent Renachan.
She stuck with the simplest comment, "Yes, I see it," she replied to
Renachan amicably.
"Well. Edwin wore it once."
Amy paused for a moment, soaking the information in. "Edwinkun did...
WHAT?!"
"He wore it," Renachan replied quite smugly.
"..." Amichan sweat dropped heavily, "And what in heaven's name posessed
him to do THAT?"
"Oh, it was a dare," the small girl brightened up and replied matter-of-
factly.
"Oh. When was this?"
"April."
"..."
"At the San Fransisco trip."
Amichan cursed. "Damn. I KNEW I should've gone on that trip!"
Rena smiled "Yup."
Amichan grinned with a row of after-braces-perfect-row-sparkling-white
teeth, "So what _about_ that shirt?"
"Well, he walked out of the bathroom with it on."
Amichan sweat dropped, trying very, very hard not to imagine and picture
it, and failing to her dismay. Now she was having pervie thoughts. Not
ABOUT Edwinkun, of course, but about Edwinkun, the shirt, and different
ways Renachan could have reacted to it. But thinking about that at the
moment wasn't very fair to Renachan either, for Renachan was currently
much too preoccupied with Jinkun.
"Anou..."
"And the whole room went silent. The next moment, we were on the floor
howling."
Amichan was on the verge of falling on the floor howling herself. She
had a brief vision of herself having been there when this all happened.
She snorted.
"And he turned really bright red---" Amichan sweat dropped once more.
Edwinkun turning bright red. Must've been a sight to see, "---and ran
back into the bathroom."
That, Amichan privately thought, was a typical reaction of bishounen.
Not, of course, that Edwinkun was very pretty.
* Note to those who don't know yet, if there be any. Bishounen means
pretty boy.
Of course, he reminded her a lot, at the moment, of a certain green
garbed boy from a certain card-capturing story.
Oh Lord.
---------------------
Amichan, upon reading over draft the second time: XD
Edwinkun: .........
Renachan: *rolling on floor laughing*
Cerichan: *giggles in her usual way*
Amichan: Well, well, Edwinkun. Never thought that of you.
Edwinkun: ... shut up.
Amichan: XD I win this round.
XD A bit of mild ecchi thoughts. For now. The second chapter will be a
tad worse, I think. No visible yaoi/yuri yet, although you can never
quite tell what's in Amichan's mind. *grins*
So here ends the first episode of Amichan's mini-adventures, capped, she
hopes for the future, at 6-10 kb on NotePad each.
And this chapter is, by the way *grins* completely true. Except for a
few edited lines from Rena here and there, since I have a horrible
memory.
Review? Ideas? Comments? All welcome at kurisutarusakura@hotmail.com.
And no, I will not be giving out Edwinkun's email address. I think he has
enough fangirls to worry about for now, what with The World Outside (also
by Amichan) and all. XD
Arigatou to Cerichan and Clohechan for their unending support on the idea
of this story and telling me how funny it was. XD Not that it wasn't
funny before.
I think I'm gonna go to sleep now, and have NIGHTMARES about Edwin in a
very small and very girly spaghetti strap shirt.
God help me.
~Sometime after 12 am on Thursday morning, July 25th of 2002.