Fran-Nyan
(KOWAII!!!! - Part 1)

       "Fix Taiitsukun’s face!" Came a cheerful cry, which was soon turned to a shriek as Taiitsukun waped the offending Nyan-Nyan across the room.
       The elderly Goddess sighed, watching the melee of bouncing green-haired girl-like creatures. She paused, noticing something out of place. Her eyes fixed on one of the Nyan-Nyan’s who was standing back from the group, not joining in the happy chorus of "Cure, Cure, Fix, Fix!". Instead, the green-haired girl was muttering to herself, her eyes wide and blinking furiously.
       Taiitsukun gave a sigh. She had felt a mild disturbance when she had entered the room, but she had attributed it to the Nyan-Nyan’s escapades in trying to cure a frog of it’s ugliness.
       "Okay, think, Fran, think," Taiitsukun heard the girl mutter as she approached the Nyan-Nyan look-alike. "Those look like Nyan-Nyans, no check that, those ARE Nyan-Nyans, and--" the girl paused in her muttering, as if realizing something. Slowly, she lifted her hand to the side of her head. Feeling the odango in her hair, she froze. "Oh shit." She said slowly. Lowering her hand, she pulled the small braid to where she could see it’s blue-green colour. "Oh damn." She whispered, "Ooooh damn."
       She paused, and turned her head slowly, realizing she was being observed. Seeing Taiitsukun, the girl sweat dropped. "Umm.. hi?" the girl said, smiling nervously.
       "You’re not a Nyan-Nyan, are you?" Taiitsukun asked flatly.
       The Nyan-Nyan’s sweat drop got bigger. "Umm.. cure, cure, fix, fix?" she asked hopefully.
       "Let me guess, you’re a fan."
       "Umm.. well.. yeah." The Nyan-Nyan blushed.
       "And you wrote a fanfic."
       "Y-yeah.."
       Taiitsukun sighed. "Do you know where you are?"
       The girl blinked. "Umm..The Universe of the Four Gods?" She replied, voice unsure.
       The elderly goddess nodded. "Do you know how you got here?"
       The fan-girl turned Nyan-Nyan shook her head. "I just went to go to bed and I woke up here."
       "Hm. Well I will assume since you are a fan, you know how this world works regarding travel back to your world."
       The girl nodded. "A link to the other world and an emotional connection."
       "Correct."
       The girl was quiet for a moment, as if digesting the information she had just been given. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "This means the Seishi are here, right?
       Taiitsukun sighed. "Yes."
       "And I can see them, right?" The Fan-Nyan asked, hands clasped in front of her.
       "Yes," Taiitsukun sighed again. "But!" she interjected as the girls eyes went starry, "There are three rules for visiting the Seishi!" She pointed a finger at the bliss-filled fan-girl "First, No telling them what’s going to happen to them in the future!"
       The Fan-Nyan nodded emphatically. "I promise!" she exclaimed, hands still clasped tightly together.
       "Second, no damage, physical, or psychological. This means no henti!" Taiitsukun waggled her finger at the fan-girl who shook her head in agreement. "And finally, try not to call attention to yourself in public."
       The girl looked down at her Nyan-Nyan appearance. "Umm..." she sweat dropped.
       "Just stay in the vicinity of the palace," The elderly goddess sighed.
       "Agreed!" the Fan-Nyan replied enthusiastically, nodding her head swiftly.
       "Also, know that when you leave here, you will be in the version of the Universe of the Four Gods that you created with your fanfictions."
       The girl’s eyes took on a guilty look as she cringed slightly. Suddenly, she her eyes widened. "Since I’m in an Nyan-Nyan’s body," she began, eyes sparking, "does that mean I have Nyan-Nyan powers? Popping around and ‘cure, cure, fix, fix’?"
       The old woman nodded. The girls face radiated with joy, and she disappeared with a pop.
       Taiitsukun sighed. She hoped this fan girl would be an improvement on the last few that had created alternate fan-universes for themselves. "The phraze ‘writers masterbation’ comes to mind," the eldery goddess muttered.
       "Taiitsukun! See how we fix!" Chirped a happy voice at the old woman’s side. "Aaiyah!" the green-haired annoyance yelled as she went flying across the room. Blasted Nyan-Nyans!

       Fran-Nyan arrived with a pop in the shadow of a large building in the palace grounds. Her heart was racing. She couldn’t believe it, she thought as she absorbed her surroundings in wonder. She actually was in the capital of Konan Country! Hearing familiar voices, the fan-girl turned Nyan-Nyan peered out from around the corner of the building.
       The girl’s eyes and mouth opened wide. Chichiri was standing in the front court yard of the palace, talking to Hotohori. Clasping her hands in front of her, her eyes went starry. Suddenly, Chichiri turned, looking straight at where the girl was hiding, his unscarred eye connecting with her two. The girl froze. ‘Shit!’ She though as wished herself away.

       Heart still racing, Fran-Nyan popped into a very familiar room. She blinked a few times before she realized she was back in her dorm room. ‘What the--’ The girl thought, confused. How had she gotten back home? At least she though she was back home, everything looked odd, as if she had shrunk some how. On a hunch, the girl looked in the mirror. "Shit," she swore. She was still an Nyan-Nyan.
       Giving a sigh, she climbed onto her bed, trying to think of what she could have eaten to cause her such hallucinations. Her eyes fell on her desk. ‘Well’, she smiled, ‘If I’m still a Nyan-Nyan I might as well take advantage of it.’ Hopping of the bed, she approached the half dead plants sitting on top of her computer. "Cure, cure, Fix, fix!" she chanted, placing a finger on one of the shriveled leaves. She watched, amazed as it swiftly regained it’s healthy green colour and stretched out.
       "Awesome," the Fan-Nyan breathed. Looking at the computer the now-healthy plants were resting on, she grinned wickedly. "Cure, cure, fix, fix!" she pointed a finger at the flaky machine. A pale greenish glow surrounded her computer for a moment and faded.
       "Fun!" She smiled. She turned, looking for other things to fix, and her eyes caught the Fushigi Yuugi poster on her wall. She paused. It should be safe to go back, she reasoned. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and popped back into the universe of the four gods.

       She re-materialized in a corridor. Puzzled, she looked around her. This didn’t look like the palace. She frowned. But it did look familiar. It was definitely somewhere in the Universe of the Four Gods, but wasn’t sure where.
       The sound of drunken laughter caused her to whip around. A familiar blue haired bandit was chugging down a cup of sake in the room at the end of the hall.
       "Koji?" the girl exclaimed unbelievingly.
       At the sound of his name, the newly promoted leader of the Mt. Leikaku bandits turned around.
       "Oh shit," Fran-Nyan swore, popping off again.

       Much to her relief, the girl reappeared back in the same shadow she had been hiding in before. Peering out from around the building more cautiously this time, she saw the monk was still conversing with the Emperor, but this time he didn’t seem to notice her. As she watched, Chichiri bowed his head slightly, replaced his mask, and walked off in the opposite direction from where the girl was hiding while Hotohori turned and walked back into the building.
        Fran-Nyan exhaled deeply and leaned back against the side of the building, her heart pounding once more. None of her friends were going to believe this, she had just seen Chichiri-sama and Hotohori-sama! Her eyes began to go starry.
       "What are you doing here no da?" Came a chibi voice.
       "KYAAAAAA!" Fran-Nyan screamed, startling the now SD monk. "Don’t DO that!" She exclaimed, tensely as her feet reconnected with the ground.
       "You’re not a Nyan-Nyan, are you no da?" Chichiri asked, regaining his normal height.
       "Eh, damn it, um... Cure, cure, fic, fic? Oh damn it, fix, fix,?" The girl sweat dropped.
       Chichiri gave her a knowing look.
       "Well, I had to try," the girl stammered nervously, blushing. "Taiitsukun said not to stand out..." Fran-Nyan trailed off, looking up at the blue haired seishi and cringing.
       "If you’re not a Nyan-Nyan, then what are you?" The monk asked.
       The girl looked down at her feet. "Umm.. Ano..." she sweat dropped uncomfortably. "I’m, I’m a fan." she stammered.
       Chichiri nodded his head. "Well, I know you’re not a rabid fan because you haven’t attacked me yet no da." he smiled. "And I can assume since you’re here, we must be in a fan fic, and you’re probably the one who wrote it, so you’re a fan author, ne?"
       Fran-Nyan blushed. "Yeah," she admitted. "I’m the one who wrote the melding story." she sweat dropped again.
       Chichiri looked at the uncomfortable fangirl. "You wrote that no da?" He exclaimed, causing the fan-girl turned Nyan-Nyan to shuffle her feet.
       "Umm.. yeah..." her sweat drop increased in size.
       "Why do you fans write these things no da! Do you know how awkward that situation was no da!" Chichiri began in a lecturing tone. "You really should think more of the characters you are manipulating when you write no da!"

       "Do you know how difficult that was for me?!" the monk raged.
       "Well, yeah, but--"
       "But no da!?" He exclaimed. "BUT NO DA?!"
       "Umm.. Ano..." The girl cringed, making herself as small as possible,
       Chichiri was about to continue yelling when Tasuki appeared behind him.
       "Oi, Chichiri," he interrupted, "Why are you yelling at a Nyan-Nyan?"
       Fran-Nyan’s eyes grew wide and squeaked out the red haired seishi’s name. Chichiri suddenly had a flash of inspiration on why that he had been paired with the bandit.
       "Tasuki-kun, this is--" he looked at the Fan-Nyan.
       "Fran." she stammered. "Fran-Nyan."
       Tasuki looked at the SD girl astonished.
       "She’s a fan-author no da." Chichiri explained. "She wrote the melding story."
       Tasuki’s look turned to a glare. "She WHAT?" He exclaimed, unconsciously pulling his tessen from it’s sheath,
       "Ano..." the girl tried to shrink back from the seishi who’s character she was sure was glowing under his sleeve.
        "LEKKA--"
        "Tasuki-kun!" Chichiri stopped the bandit before he could fry the cringing girl.
        "WHAT?" Tasuki glared.

       The girl she wasn’t paying attention to the pair of un-melded seishi, but was instead staring at the golden-red ring hanging from the cord around her neck. Grabbing the ring she began whispering into it.
       "Ju-chan!" Fran-Nyan called. "Ju-chan, can you hear me?"
       A groan in her mind answered her. "Fran? Where are you and why are you interrupting my sleep?"
       "I’m in Konan!" the girl squeaked.
       Pause. "NANI?!"
       "Not so loud!" the girl cringed. The next second a girl with short wavy brown hair appeared next to the Nyan-Nyan, adorned in plaid flannel pajamas.
       "You’re in your PJs?" Fran-Nyan asked, doubtfully.
       "You think I was going to wait to get dressed! You woke me up!" The girl next to her smiled.
       "Um, Chichiri, Tasuki," The fan-nyan gestured. "This is Judy, my, um, partner in crime."
       The girl in pajama’s smiled at the seishi who looked out her doubtfully.
       "I don’t think they like us." Fran-Nyan said softly, her face sad.
       "You can’t really blame them, you know." The other girl replied. "By the way, why are you a Nyan-Nyan?"
       "I don’t know!" The green-haired girl replied. "It probably has to do with my stupid nickname!"
       Judy shrugged, "You chose it,"
       "Well yeah, but it’s better then having showed up as the meld!" Fran-Nyan replied.
       The pair of girls looked at the now confused seishi.
       "True.... That would have been --difficult." Judy commented slowly. "So what do we do now?"
       Fran-Nyan looked over at the pair of seishi. "Well I don't want to stay if they’re just going to yell at me," she sniffed.
       "We’re sorry, these things just come to us.." Judy explained to the blinking men.
       "Oh, and you’re probably going to hate me later, so --" Fran-Nyan cringed. Looking up at the still unmoving pair, she asked: "Can I just hug you before we go?"
       Chichiri and Tasuki looked at each other. "I guess it would be all right no da." Chichiri agreed, doubtfully.
       "Thank-you!" Fran-Nyan exclaimed and grabbed (and startled) the kawaii blue haired monk, giving him a hearty squeeze. She turned to Tasuki and gave him a happy hug as well. She turned back to Chichiri and paused. Taking off the necklace with the ring, she handed it to him. "So we can come back to apologize for the next fic." she smiled.
       Chichiri paused, then accepted the ring, placing the string around his neck.
       Smiling happily, the two girls vanished.
       The two seishi looked at each other, and shrugged. "So remind me, what were we doing before that little interlude no da?"

       Judy reappeared in her dorm room, stretched and returned to her slumber, a smile across her face, realizing who had the second ring......

       Fran-Nyan popped back into her room, giving a deep sigh. THAT was one hell of a dream. She paused a moment. Her bed hadn't been this high when she had left, had it? Looking up into the mirror she gave a scream. "I’M STILL A FUCKING NYAN-NYAN!"


       Fran finished typing and clicked on the save button. She felt better having written the dream down. She still couldn’t get over how realistic it had been. And she was missing her ring necklace too.... Sighing, she looked over to her still dying plants. They looked a little better, but they were still pathetic looking. Touching a leaf she muttered. "Cure, cure, fix, fix." Predictably, nothing happened. Suddenly there was a popping noise behind her. "Cure, Cure, Fix, Fix!" a cheerful voice chimed.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

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