El Hazard Fan Fiction ❯ MrWhat's "El-Hazard" drabbles ❯ This Is Not My Beautiful Chair ( Chapter 58 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: MrWhat 
Anime/Manga: El Hazard Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.16.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 200 | Visits: 135 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: El Hazard Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.16.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 200 | Visits: 135 | Status: Completed
TITLE: This Is Not My Beautiful Chair
BLURB: Sometimes I can't believe that I'm really sitting here.
BASED ON: El-Hazard OVA
TYPE: Humor; 100 words ("drabble")
AUTHOR: Eric Adcock <adcockea@echoalpha.com>
DATE: March 2003
ARCHIVE: http://echoalpha.com/fanfic/
The title and blurb are from an old "Weird Al" Yankovic song.
El-Hazard (c) AIC / Pioneer LDC / Geneon.
The Young Ones (c) BBC.
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Fatora had caught a nasty cold, and Makoto had agreed to pretend to be her again. But he had forgotten how much work it was.
He stumbled into an empty throne room, slumped on a cushion, and sighed heavily.
He gulped as Rune Venus entered the room. "Who's there?"
She smiled. "Fatora! You're feeling better." Makoto relaxed.
Then Rune frowned. "But you *know* you're not allowed to sit on *my* throne." She produced a short wooden ruler, holding it like an angry Catholic school nun.
Makoto gulped again. Out of one frying pan, he thought, and into another frying pan...
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BLURB: Sometimes I can't believe that I'm really sitting here.
BASED ON: El-Hazard OVA
TYPE: Humor; 100 words ("drabble")
AUTHOR: Eric Adcock <adcockea@echoalpha.com>
DATE: March 2003
ARCHIVE: http://echoalpha.com/fanfic/
The title and blurb are from an old "Weird Al" Yankovic song.
El-Hazard (c) AIC / Pioneer LDC / Geneon.
The Young Ones (c) BBC.
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Fatora had caught a nasty cold, and Makoto had agreed to pretend to be her again. But he had forgotten how much work it was.
He stumbled into an empty throne room, slumped on a cushion, and sighed heavily.
He gulped as Rune Venus entered the room. "Who's there?"
She smiled. "Fatora! You're feeling better." Makoto relaxed.
Then Rune frowned. "But you *know* you're not allowed to sit on *my* throne." She produced a short wooden ruler, holding it like an angry Catholic school nun.
Makoto gulped again. Out of one frying pan, he thought, and into another frying pan...
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