Author’s Note: Oh, WOW

Author’s Note: Oh, WOW! My second-ever chapter! I can’t believe it! So happy! Ooh, but for the last chapter, I got way more than three reviews! I got SIX reviews! Every time I checked my story, seeking reviews and saw that the number went up, I was so happy, I couldn’t breathe!

Oh, but can anyone tell me what OOC is? I’ve seen it everywhere, but I haven’t a clue what it—oh! I just realized, does it mean OUT OF CHARACTER? I seriously figured it out while typing just now. Oh, well. Now, the story!!

“Talking”

“Thinking”

“FLASHBACK”

Disclaimer: I don’t own Beauty Pop. Or anything else that was mentioned except for the plot.

Chapter 2

Naru-Naru’s Skills

6:46 p.m. That was what the clock on the wall of the theater said. Ochiai took a head count and all were accounted for, except for, of course,

“Damn that Mussyhead! Always showing up late! She’d better come soon!” Naru-Naru screamed.

“Narumi, quit overreacting. Everyone was scheduled to come at 6:45. It is 6:46 and 35 seconds. So shut up and calm down,” Ochiai stated quietly.

“Wha…?” Naru-Naru had overreacted, but the death glare Ochiai was giving him was freaky. Naru-Naru figured he had a headache. (A/N: I wish he would just stop loving Kiri!) “Well, whatever! She’s just so annoying!”

“Who’s annoying, Naru-Naru?” Kiri asked monotonously as she popped up behind Naru-Naru from the middle of nowhere. Naru-Naru made an “eep!” sound.

“Where did you come from, Mussyhead?!”

“Obviously from my parents, who fell in love while my mother was in Japan for a movie shoot. They dated the whole three months while the movie was being filmed, and after the movie was finished, they got married at a seaside wedding chapel. Then, they went to a hotel nearby for their honeymoon. I was told I was conceived on that excursion with sake and—“

BAM! Naru-Naru hit the floor. “I… didn’t mean it… like THAT!” he was suddenly drained from the energy he had half a minute ago. Suddenly, a spokesperson came in, and,

“Do you know why energy drinks make you crash? It’s because of excessive amounts of sugar. So drink 5-hour Energy! Do you want to be like this—“ he then pointed to a 22-year-old crawling on the floor, “Or this?” the spokesguy pointed to himself while striking a ‘you want this’ kind of pose. “I drink 5-hour Energy all the time! I don’t eat anything! But, only crack doesn’t sustain me, so I drink 5-hour Energy!”

At this point, the S.P. members looked like this (llO-O”). you may not understand what I’m showing you.

“Why take an energy drink, when you can drink 5-hour Energy!? Of course it isn’t an energy drink, even though its name has the word “energy” in it!”

Pause.

“PLEASE…HELP…ME…!” the figure on the ground pleaded. “All he feeds me is that energy drink! Help!”

“It’s not an energy drink, it’s 5-hour Energy! How could you say something like that?” the spokesperson then proceeded to drag the half-alive man through a dark hallway and out the back door.

“Help! He’s taking me to his CAVE!!”

Then silence.

“Aaawwkward…” Kei said after finishing his rainbow ice cream pop.

6:55 P.M. (show starts at 7:00)

“Oh, damnit! Not again!” BAM! KRASH!

-The Cutting-

“Hello, Ryokufu students! I am going to be your emcee for this S.P.! (A/N: hey! That rhymes!) Tarotard screamed into his microphone. “Ok, let’s introduce the S.P. members! This is Kazuhiko Och—“

He was cut off by a random audience member who yelled, “Hey! Just get on with it! We know who the damn members are!”

“Yikes! Come on out at once, S.P. members!” All of S.P. came out, and a roar of applause came out along with them. “Alright, now the models!” Then the models appeared onstage. “And now, my number is 782543169! Call now, for a luxurious date with the third hottest guy in S.P., me! Yes, THIRD! Tomorrow at 7:00! I’ll be wearing—“

“Shut up!” the same audience member from before hollered. And so began the actual show.

“Wow, what beautiful cutting!” Tarotard said while watching Kiri’s cutting. The audience followed suit and watched as Kiri finished up cutting the hair of her last client.

“Hey! Pay attention to me, not Mus—“ SNIP! “Uh-oh.”

“Aah!” Blood spurted everywhere. While throwing a fit, Naru-Naru severely deformed the last model.

“Um… Narumi, you kinda… hacked off her… ear…” Ochiai said.

“I… know. OK, um… CALL AN AMBULANCE! NOW!” Then, an ambulance fell through the roof and landed onstage.

“Sorry! We are having some technical difficulties right now…” Tarotard announced to the audience members, whose faces were like this (llO-o). The curtains closed up.

“OK, we need a BIG Band-Aid and one ice pack, STAT!” the ambulance guy said.

“Um, sir, we actually don’t know what you mean by, ‘stat.’” A random helper said.

“Just get them for me, NOW!” He then stuck the bandage to the place where the model’s chopped-off ear was supposed to be and gave the model the ice pack. He packed up his crap(A/N: including his blankey for good luck, a photo of his Mommy, his lunch consisting of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off and “an apple a day to keep the doctor away! Yay,” and a book of nursery rhymes when his job gets too stressful.) and prepared to leave through the roof again.

“Hey! Is that it? You’re not going to help her?!” Naru-Naru asked.

“I GAVE her a lollipop!” the dude said.

“It’s true, he did!” the model assured Naru-Naru as she happily licked the lollipop. (A/N: sounds like Kei)

“And anyway, we can’t fix her ear, look at it!” the S.P. members’ eyes were directed to a bunch of ambulance workers running around, chasing the severed ear that was flopping around all over the place.

“Catch me if you can!” the ear said. Then, the ambulance people left, still trailing behind the ear.

“…”

“Aaawwkward…” Kei said, while eating spaghetti. (A/N: You know, with TOMATO SAUCE?!)

“…”

“Well, now we’re out of a model,” Ochiai said. (A/N: That’s ALL you care about?)

“What’re we going to do, Kiri-chan?” Kei said as he spat tomato sauce on Kiri’s face. (A/N: Not helping, Kei-kun…) Kiri, meanwhile, had frozen in place.

“No! Mom! I’m sor—“ –Flashback to when Kiri cut her mom’s ear-- “Damnit! I thought I got rid of this flashback a long time ago!” Kiri thought.

“Hey! MUSSYHEAD! You can have your traumatic episode some other time! We need to find a new model!” Kiri snapped out of her reverie, thanks to Naru-Naru.

“Naru-Naru…? Oh… thank Kami!” “It’s good that I came out of that flashback,” Kiri thought.

However, Naru-Naru thought that Kiri was happy to see him, so he was now shuffling his feet and blushing as red as a cherry tomato. (A/N: He’s such a dork. Poor dork. -.-)

Little did the lovesick Naru-Naru and the relieved but indifferent Kiri know that someone with the initials K.M. was watching from behind them.

“Muhahaha!” laughed someone whose name rhymes with “Kei!” Oh… my bad. (-.-“)

shudder. “Why do I feel like somebody behind us is holding a flashlight up to his face and laughing evilly?” Naru-Naru thought out loud. Kiri answered him with a question mark above her head, held up by Kei, himself. (A/N: yes, just so dense.)

But they still didn’t turn around for some reason.

Author’s Note! Yeah! I finally finished writing Chapter 2!! I’m so excited! Man, I hope you guys enjoy it! You’d better enjoy it (holds flashlight up to face and glares menacingly at readers) and you can tell me that you enjoyed it by reviewing! I want 5 reviews! Muhahaha! Ok, now I think I’m being a little greedy. (-.-“)

Well, REVIEW! Please!

Ow, a papercut!