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'Misadventures of Fangirls' by Orangepunch
Orangepunch
says:I'M SO SORRY!!! :p
I r doodled.
This is based on MRS-Jeevas's ridiculousness in a comment to ch 19 of her AOF2 fic
Disclaimers-
1. I never claimed to have the ability to draw
2. Mello and Matt aren't my characters :p
Said ridiculousness happened on MangaBullet. Melissa had commented along the lines of Mello and Matt seeming incapable of proper communication. MRS-Jeevas responded with this:
Yes, but think of it this way. You and I are pre-warned! We know that this conversation is going to take place in Aberystwyth on October 30th 2011. So you get your plane ticket. I'll get some petrol in my car. Let's deal with them!
Here is the missing ending:
"Fair enough." Mello nodded, briskly. He flattened the second quilt over the bed and climbed back under it. "Bring your laptop too, so we can make notes. I've already got mine." He took it from under his side of the bed.
"I'll give it a try."
Mello smiled, beatifically. "Ok." He pulled back the quilt beside him. "Gracias." There was a sudden knock on the door. Matt stared at it. Mello frowned. His tone was weary, as he sighed, "I've already fucking told them that we aren't to be disturbed!" Nevertheless, he snapped back the quilt and climbed out of bed, pulling his leather trousers on, before answering the door. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Mello." Melissa didn't wait to be invited in. This was a mission. She pushed inside the chalet, trailed by Matti. "Enough is enough. We're here to bang your heads together, unless you sort yourselves out."
Mello gasped, "... the fuck?! Who are you? Get the fuck out of our chalet!"
Matti smiled, pleasantly, "We're fangirls." She chucked Matt a cigarette and lit one herself. "And you will do as we say, or else I'll write you in bed with Linda, wearing Near pyjamas and bunny ears."
"And I," Melissa smirked, "will draw you with dreadlocks. Have we a deal?"
Matt had ignored the cigarette. His hand was creeping towards the bedside cabinet. A semi-automatic lay loaded inside the drawer. He kept a wary eye on the women, aware of his own battered nakedness beneath the covers.
Mello sneered, "You are not Ohba and Obata. You can do what the fuck you like, it won't be canon!" He held the door open. "Out!"
Melissa sat on the edge of the bed. She took a notebook from her bag. "I've made a list. We will sort this relationship out if it kills you. Now settle down and listen up."
Matti caught sight of a movement beyond Melissa, on the bed, "Cachi! Melissa! Matt has a gun!"
"Has he now?" Melissa sighed and reached back into her handbag for a packet of coloured pencils. She turned a new page in her notebook and began to quickly sketch. Matt found the Beretta fading from his hand. There was a sharp pain, as his upper ear became suddenly and mysteriously pierced. For good measure, his fringe rose and clumped together, like a hairy unicorn horn, tied with pink ribbon. "And now he hasn't."
Both men were staring in shock. Mello grabbed his chocolate and stood, holding it just touching his teeth. "What is that?" He asked, cautiously, "Is there a Shinigami attached?"
"It's a Fangirl Note." Melissa explained. She was an instant too late to stop Mello lunging forward to touch it. That was it. The fourth wall came crashing down and they could see the fangirls and boys crowding the room, perched up on cupboards and shelves, hiding under the bed and hanging from the lightshade. Outside the window, there was a sense of sudden, shocked silence, as hundreds of people tried to pretend that they weren't hanging around on the turf. Mello blinked and stood on tip-toe to see over. They filled the carpark and the beach. There were twenty of them standing on Matt's Camaro. Matt took one look at the Slav's expression and leaned in to touch the Note himself. "Mmm." Melissa grimaced. "You maybe shouldn't have done that."
"Who," Mello turned, stunned, "are they?"
"Fans." She gestured in dismissal. "Ignore them, they're always here anyway. You just didn't know, because you hadn't got a Fangirl Note. Let's get back to the plot."
"Mail!"
Matt softly replied from beneath the press of people sitting on him. "I'm here."
From near to the window, they heard a stage-whisper, "This is BrookeStardust reporting on-line from Livestream. Any requests? Are we still running with Mello and Matt as velociraptors?"
"No!" Spoiled-Kitten hissed back. "I had them lined up for some pr0nz. They were in bed! Wait until tomorrow for velociraptors, when you have the light for it."
Mello bit into his chocolate. His quick gaze took in the mass of people. There had to be fifty or sixty of them crushed between him and his husband. "This is obviously a dream. This was that mozzarella on last night's pizza."
Melissa grinned triumphantly, "I knew that you'd dream of Matt in a pink ribbon! Though wouldn't you prefer it on yourself? Yes? You know you would."
"I'm going insane."
Matti shook her head. "You can't go insane yet! I've got plans for the next chapter! I can probably schedule insanity in," She made a great show of considering it, "chapter 65?" She bit her lip. "Let me deal with this." She had a laptop and used it to quickly type: Suddenly all of the fans were like ghosts to Mello and Matt, unseen, unfelt, invisible to all of their senses, as if they weren't there at all.
"Whoa!" Mello gasped, while Matt hurriedly sat back and stared with huge eyes. His ribbon had fallen out onto the bed in the melee. His fringe flopped back down, but the ear-ring was still there. "It's a dream. It's a bloody dream. I'm lucid dreaming."
Melissa grinned. "That's the spirit. Now, your marriage counselling, let's do it."
Thus their marriage was sorted out.
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