I've been having a bit of a holiday from fic reviews and writing, and
I've decided to start up again. A nice, short fic on one of my all time
favourites. Anyone who enjoys good writing take a look.
Gunsmith Vote
An initial stab at Gunsmith Cats fiction by Xelan
<xelan@linainverse.com> <http://www.xelan.cjb.net>
And a good one.
This is not to be taken seriously and will most likely stay a one-shot
story. It does not necessarily represent my political views, but the
Republican slant fits the plot.
My view on the elections is that one guy is an enviromentalist and the
other is obviously big on guns and war. I think you can tell which is
which, by names.
"Raaallllly.... When are you going to turn off the TV and go to bed?"
What, Asuka's complaining again, is she? Damn...wrong series, Grant
plays Becky Farrah here.
"Hush, May. I'll go to bed as soon as the election is over."
reproached Rally.
Is she in the elections or something? That was my first thought.
May Hopkins sighed and made a gesture of acquiescence. There was no
way she could go to sleep with all the noise.
Tell me about it. I hate having to go to sleep with the TV blaring.
Grabbing a blanket she
sat herself down on Rally's bed and settled into wait. She knew why
Rally was so interested in the Presidency Race, but she still couldn't
understand why she insisted on staying up to 2:30 in the morning and
beyond to watch the votes come in. After all the results would be the
same whether they saw it happen or read about it in the Chicago
Tribune.
It must be really important to stay up until that time, where they
could have an early night and get the paper at 3 in the morning anyway.
It wasn't so much the waiting, the loud whoops when a state was won,
or even when she did her *unique* victory dances. It was the fact that
Rally had refused to let her watch the Toonami Midnight Run. She
hadn't been able to see the latest Dragon ball Z episode, and May
really loved huge Ki explosions.
No great loss there (I'm gonna pay for that comment).
In fact, she was even doing research
to try and create her own, but sadly, no luck.
And how many people have tried to create their own AT Field?
All afternoon, then all through the night, Rally had been glued in
front of the small Hotel TV set.
Why are they at a Hotel?
After all the trouble May had gone
through, wiring in satellite reception just so she could watch
Toonami, Rally had to go and hog the TV ALL NIGHT!
And we're meant to understand that May hogs the TV.
It wasn't fair, though things seldom were. Rally still wouldn't let
her go on most assignments. It was probably just a lucky break that
Rally had let her come along on this stakeout.
A stakeout? Ho ho, nice to see that they got their priorities in
order.
And the food, all Rally
would order was Pizza.
Where's the problem in that? I love pizza.
She was sick and tired of the same old boring
toppings. Now, Chinese food. That was somewhat more appetizing, or
maybe even some Japanese food.
Yum. If only I was Ken...
For some strange reason, both she and
Rally had a real taste for Japanese food, but they never seemed to buy
it. Quite a shame since Chicago had some very fine Japanese
Restaurants.
Chicago's a nice city. Great history in basketball and hocky, Frank
Thomas for the White Sox and you're talking to someone with a Bears
jacket.
"Yah! Go BUSH!! Yes!" Rally shouted.
May had been so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice
Rally celebrating again. 'Jeez...' she had no idea why, but Rally
seemed to equate victory to dancing, too bad the only type of dancing
Rally knew was disco.
I'm a good dancer, and this is how I celebrate as well. Dance to
Queen's Another One Bites the Dust whenever a criminal is behind bars.
Better than taking it out doing wrestling like Travis.
Rally was partying down in front of the TV,
chanting 'yes!' emphatically under her breath.
May looked toward the TV to see what was so extraordinary to make
Rally react so strongly. The screen read:
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|| BUSH WINNS!!* ||
A spelling mistake? Read to the end.
|| George W. Bush Wins the Election!||
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THE GIANTS WINN THE PENNANT! THE GIANTS WINN THE PENNANT! THE
GIANTS WINN THE PENNANT!
Bush had won... Bush WON! 'WOW', thought May.
'This means that...' but May's thought were stopped short by an
enthusiastic Rally picking her up in a great big bear hug. She
embraced May good and tight and May hugged back.
They were both happy. With Bush in office, the gun registration
problem would be solved or at least put on hold. GunSmith Cats would
be saved a whole lot of problems.
Oh, I thought Bush was the enviromentalist, not the war like one. So
Bush's concern isn't really on gun control. Psychologist Dave Grossman
would probably grow fangs if he does win.
May was glad Rally was happy, but there was still one problem. She was
monstrously hungry. She had skipped the pizza and only had a soda.
Dumb move.
By
now, she was ravenous, but she wouldn't spoil Rally's happy moment.
Suddenly, May's stomach rebelled and rumbled loudly. Loud enough that
Rally took notice and turned her gaze toward May.
"May. You're hungry?"
"Yeah, I kinda skipped dinner. I didn't feel like pizza."
"May... what am I going to do with you." said Rally, shaking her head.
"If you had told me you didn't feel like eating pizza, I would have
brought out the cooler."
"Cooler?"
"Yeah. While you were napping, before the votes started coming in, I
went out and bought some..."
Rally had picked up the large red cooler and tilted it forward to show
May.
"Japanese food!" Rally was smiling. "I know we both like it, but we
don't eat it very often. I thought it would be a nice change and
surprise, especially since you missed your show while I was watching
the election. Thanks."
May's eyes watered a little and she jumped up and wrapped her arms
around Rally.
Rally almost dropped the cooler, but returned the hug as best she
could.
"Rally! Thank you, this is so thoughtful. You are my best friend and I
love you so much."
As May dug into teka maki and the teriyaki chicken, Rally smiled,
looked thoughtfully at May and silently mouthed, "I Love you too,
May." Then, she dug into the California rolls.
"Hey May! Don't hog all the wasabi!"
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The End
* Intentional error, in homage to Amanda Winn Lee, the American Voice-
actress of Rally Vincent.
I wonder if she could be talked into a Resident Evil game with Alyson
Court.
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Omake:
<Rally> See. I told you May, democracy works. Bush was the right man
and the right man won.
<May> I still don't see how you can get the best choice by letting
every single person cast a vote. I mean, what if they vote badly or
for the wrong reasons?
<Rally> Don't worry May, as long as everyone does their part and
votes, then our system of government will even it out and the right
man for the job will win.
<May> Or woman.
<Rally> Right, OR woman.
Rally was smug.
<May> Did you remember to vote, Rally?
A sweat drop appears on Rally's head.
<Rally> Heh...no.
<May> Ah hah! See, you didn't vote, and your candidate still won.
Rally looked indignant.
<Rally> Well...um...heh...Wait a minute. YOU didn't vote either, May!
<May> Um...Rally? I'm too young.
<Rally> Oh yeah.
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Heh. When the Australian elections roll around again I might write a
fic like this. Make it based on Mad Bull, with all the violence and
trimmings, have John Howard do a Bill Clinton and show off his dexerty
with a cigar. Hmmm, might not wait that long. Good fic, I enjoyed it, nuff
said. Later.
You have been talking to the Millenium Man, Y3K. I'm out like the
nineties. Peace.