Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Third Annual Mediaminer.org Big Fanfiction Contest/Award Ceremony/Oscars/Emmies/Golden Globes Thingie! ❯ Drama ( Chapter 1 )

Special thanks to all of Mediaminer.org for helping in the contest.

Special thanks to the creators of anime for giving us inspiration for stories.

Special thanks to NBC for letting us borrow the auditorium.

No thanks to those responsible for censorship laws.

Special thanks to Fanilia for organizing things with me.

Special thanks to the people bringing Doctor Who back to life.

 

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As the lights finally shot back up, the first celebrity guest announcer had taken the stage in the form of a short man in a luchadore's mask and boxing gloves on his hands, black pants and shoes adorning the area beneath his torso.

 

And so Strongbad got up onto the podium, assisted by a series of phone books.

 

"How ya doin' folks? Dey paid me double to come back dis year, idn't dat great? Okay, um... I'm supposed to be doin' something right now, but I can't... remember... what it is..." Strongbad murmured into the microphone.

 

Suddenly, there was a beeping sound coming from the side of the stage.

 

"Lappy?" Strongbad said as he walked over and grabbed his yellow laptop, pulling it back to the stage and opening it.

 

"Oh, a new e-mail! Well, normally I wouldn't do dis anywhere but at da desk, but, what the heck. It's not like I'm doin' anyting important right now..."

 

He booted up the e-mail that had been sent to him by Psy a few seconds ago.

 

"Announce the judge! Announce the judge!" the e-mail read.

 

"Oh, is dat what I'm supposed to do? Okay, den, please put your boxing gloves together for da beautiful lady judging the Drama category - Letgo!”

 

Strongbad claps with his boxing gloves as the audience goes into a happy uproar. Letgo enters the stage from the right and takes the podium from Strongbad, moving the phonebooks aside as she smiles and activates the screen using the controls from the podium.

 

Letgo held the podium sides and spoke: “Now, normally at this stage we would list off the nominees for the category, but this year's selections in all categories have made it too difficult for us to list off every nominee. However, we do, of course, have the winners! Our first award is `Funny as a Train Wreck,' which is used to describe the saddest drama or most tragic Drama story. And the winner is...”

 

She unfolded the envelope in her hands and read off the winner:

 

“Hard to Let Go, by Maple Rose!”

 

*Excerpt*

 

"Houshi-sama!" she yelled while running towards the voice, not even leaving time to pick up her weapon. The rest of the gang followed.

Sango suddenly came to a stop on top of a hill. Her mouth opened in horror.

"Houshi-sama…" she whispered as the winds violently whipped her hair.

Miroku was standing in a small crater about thirty feet away, his Kazaana open. It seemed that it was starting to consume him. Instead of the small hole in the palm of his hand, most of his forearm was enveloped in blackness. He was gritting his teeth against the pain.

Sango stood there, motionless, as debris flew past her towards him. She was in shock, and couldn't believe what was happening was real.

Miroku looked her way and caught her eyes. I'm sorry... his eyes said.

Sango didn't do anything, she didn't even cry.

Suddenly, she took off running towards him.

“No, Sango! Stay back! Don't come here!” he yelled desperately over the noise. But she kept on running.

“Sango, come back!” Kagome yelled for her. But Sango didn't stop.

There was only one thing on her mind: if Miroku was going, she was going with him.

She reached the edge of the crater with ease, since the wind was pulling at her. She started forward into the crater, but was blasted by something and thrown back to the ground. She got up, ignoring the pain in her head, and ran towards the monk. Again, she was thrown back, and again, she got up and ran.

I'm sorry, Sango. It's the only way to keep you safe. Miroku looked on, almost unable to bear seeing her thrown back by his barrier time after time.

Sango got up with some difficulty and started to run again, when she found she couldn't. Something was gripping her arms tightly and would not allow her to go. She looked back and saw Inuyasha holding her left arm and Kagome grabbing onto her right.

“Let me go!” she screamed over the sounds of the wind.

“No. You stupid woman!” Inuyasha yelled back. “Can't you see he doesn't want you to join him? It's pointless to run into that barrier time after time!”

“I don't care! I'm going with him!” Then, seeing the Tetsuaiga, she got an idea.

“Inuyasha, please, open the barrier with your red Tetsuaiga, I have to join him!” she begged.

“No! I'm not letting you die! It's Miroku's wish that if this happens, you will live,” Inuyasha informed her. Sango was slightly taken aback by this.

“Sango, please be reasonable. I know it's hard, but you can't go with him,” Kagome told her gently.

Another scream. Sango whipped around and to her horror, saw that the Kazaana has taken his whole arm and started to travel down to his body.

“Houshi-sama!” she screamed over the wind so loud that her voice broke. She struggled to go forward again while shouting again and again for Miroku, ignoring the discomfort of her arms being stretched and the pain of Inuyasha's claws biting into her skin. Her shoulder wound reopened as she stretched her arm, but she was numb to the pain. Her right side broke free, since she was stronger than Kagome, who wasn't holding on to tight because she didn't want to worsen Sango's wound. But before Sango could do much, Kagome regained her position and held her back. This time, she was helped by the transformed Kirara, who stood in front of Sango to block her path. Even Shippo helped by using his toys to drag her away from Miroku.

They tried to drag her further away from the crater, but couldn't, for it took all their strength just to prevent her from running forward. She was a warrior, and quite strong, stronger still when fueled by her determination. She was also helped by the sucking winds of the Kazaana.

Most of Miroku's right side was gone, as Sango desperately tried to get free. She saw that as he weakened, his barrier also weakened. If she could only pull free of her burden…

“Let me go!” she struggled again with newfound energy. This time, it was accompanied by tears of desperation and pain. The drops of wetness were carried by the wind as she struggled to wrench away from the iron grip and landed on Miroku. He looked pained as they hit him. Inuyasha hated the scent of tears, but he understood her pain and didn't say anything.

“Let me go!” she yelled again, but with less energy.

“Please!” she begged, her voice hoarse from the strain and desperation.

Both Inuyasha and Kagome shook their heads and dug their heels into the ground, for the wind was starting to pull on them as the Kazaana grew.

“Sango! Stop struggling, we have to get away from here,” Kagome pleaded, but her words fell to deaf ears and Sango kept her ground.

“Houshi-sama!” Sango whispered, her throat hurt from yelling. The tears spilled out of her eyes and ran freely down her face. She watched painfully as the Kazaana slowly swallowed her love. It was causing him a lot of pain as well, she could tell.

“Why…” she whispered to no one in particular. “Why!” she cried out loud as she made another attempt to break free. She was physically and emotionally spent.

Why now…when they are so close, so close to ending the curse? Why is Fate so cruel to her? Her Houshi-sama…She was looking forward to living with him, and he living with her. They were so close that neither of them even thought about the possibility that…

Sango couldn't, wouldn't finish her thought. Everything was going so well that they expected Miroku to live, and everything would be fine. But Fate is cruel, cruel to plan something unexpected like this, cruel to put such a twist in their lives.

It felt so unreal, she could still feel the warmth of his lips from the kiss he gave her just moments ago. The last kiss…

Yet she couldn't deny the sight before her, and swallowed hard to try and accept it.

As Miroku slowly disappeared into the void, Sango could feel her heart and soul, already fragile from her previous experiences, being shattered to pieces, pieces so small that she can never put them back together. Miroku was her ray of sunshine when she was depressed about her lost family and village. He made her happy and gave her courage when she thought that all was lost. He was the only hope for her to be happy again, and that hope, raised so high, was cruelly dashed by that twist of fate.

She knew that she would never see him again. At first she was afraid of his love and afraid to return it because she didn't want to lose him as she lost her kin. She was afraid that she would lose him to the Kazaana, and she didn't want to face another heartbreak. But eventually, he won her over and taught her not to be afraid to love. Since then, she stopped worrying about the Kazaana. She told him once that she wouldn't be able to live without him, but then, she'd never thought it would actually come down to it. Now that it was happening, would she be able to live without him?

“Miroku! Take me with you! I can't live without you!” she made a final gesture to join him as most of his body disappeared into nothingness. But she couldn't pull free. She turned and saw that her friends also had tears in their eyes, even Inuyasha, who was desperately trying to hide them, but wasn't succeeding.

Miroku turned and locked his violet gaze with Sango's brown orbs and sank deeply into them. He could see and feel her love. The physical pain was numb by now as he was almost knocked over by a wave of sorrow.

She finally said my name…He felt tears misting his eyes. He hated fate to play such a joke on them. So close, why now?

Before, he would've just accepted his fate and let go, but that was before he met Sango.

Miroku loved her. He loved her with all his heart, and he never felt this way about any girl he met before, and he had met plenty. Now, he wanted to live, wanted to live with her. She reminded him how precious life was and to always treasure it. He remembered the taste of her kiss and the feel he got when she smiled, and tears came to his eyes.

He didn't want to hurt her. He proposed only because he was so sure that everything would end up fine. For a long time, he had to refrain from her, so that he would not hurt her. Maybe it would've been better if he never met her at all, that way, he wouldn't hurt her like this. But deep down, he knew that he was glad to have met her, to have loved her. She brought happiness and hope into his life, and he was glad for that, even if it was short-lived.

His heart ached and broke as he watched her attempts to join him. He didn't want to leave, but hated even more to leave her behind, but he couldn't take her with him. He wanted her to live. This was his fate and she didn't deserve to be brought into it with him

The wind died down slightly as his body was engulfed in darkness, only his head and left shoulder remained.

“I love you, Sango!” he cried over the wind as the tears broke loose.

“I love you too Miroku! Please don't leave me all alone, let me go with you!” she replied as she gazed into his violet orbs. It was getting harder to see him through her tears and the debris still flying around.

“No! I'm sorry, but you can't come with me, you must live, please!”

“But - ”

“If you really love me, please do as I say, it's my final wish. You have to stay strong.”

Sango swallowed and nodded. “I will.”

“Promise that you will live?”

“I promise.”

“I love you, and I will always be there for you, watching you from above,” he whispered. “Stay strong, my Sango!”

He prayed silently for his friends to take good care of his Sango. He smiled sadly, closed his eyes as he was finally ready to go.

Sango watched as the blackness started to consume the last of him. She couldn't bear to look, but couldn't look away either.

“I love you Houshi-sama, and I always will! I'm happy to have known you, and I'll never forget you!” She blinked away the tears to catch a final glimpse of him, finally ready to let go.

The last thing she saw were his violet eyes as he opened them to take a final glimpse of her. They were full of sorrow, apology, and love, and they echoed her own eyes.

Good-bye…

 

*End Excerpt*

 

Maple Rose stood up and accepted the award, sniffling a bit. “Thank you. Thank you Mediaminer for holding this contest, and thank you to letgo for taking the time to read my story. Also, thanks to Ms. Takahashi for creating Sango and Miroku. I feel very honoured to be chosen. Thank you again.”

 

She sat down and Letgo continued. “We actually had two winners for this award due to a tie, and the second is Something Almost Admirable, by Ardwynna!”

 

*Excerpt*

 

She woke instantly, gasping for breath from the sudden pain, eyes flying wide open with shock and fear. The silvery demon above moaned his appreciation when her chest heaved reflexively upwards to brush skin against skin. The contact burned through her senses. Why was her body so bare? Why was he touching her, lying on her like this? She had not wanted this. This was a violation. It was vile. She countered with every reaction a slum-raised girl possessed, trying hard to beat him off with her fists when she could not free her legs to kick, but the grin on his face only widened with each move she made. He caught her wrists in his large hands and pinned them to the ground above her head, squeezing till she let out a shrill gasp of pain. The glow in his eyes intensified, the light of a cold hell shining through and freezing her in it as she saw how he enjoyed her suffering.


"Calm down, little one," his honeyed words did not hide his wicked intent, "You chose this, after all." He leaned in to trace her trembling lips with his tongue, then claimed her mouth in a vicious mockery of a kiss, enjoying the pained whimpers that rose up from her throat as he tasted her. She fought him still, twisting her head from side to side, finally biting down on the invading tongue for the split second it afforded her to wrench her mouth free.


"Let me go," she kept her eyes closed as she pleaded, not daring to look into green hellfire. "Let me go, please. I did not ask for this!" He made a small sound of derision in reply and she felt it rumble in his chest, separated from her own only by that flimsy bit of lace.


"Why bother begging, little girl?" He leaned in to nuzzle her throat and send his whispers roaming across her skin. "You're dead already." He pressed a damp kiss just below her jaw. "Why not lie back and enjoy what pleasure is left to you?" He took an earlobe between his lips, enjoying the slight tremors he felt as he teased it with his tongue. "It can be so enjoyable. I promise you, I can make your body sing with pleasure." He turned to ravish her neck, feeling her quiet cries of distress through his lips, entranced by the way the light vibrations increased when he used his tongue, touched the hollow of her throat. He felt her body go limp beneath him. The slender wrists he gripped stopped fighting uselessly for release, so he took a chance and let them go.


She did not beat upon his shoulders as she had before. She did not scream or try to kick him. The rising of her chest against his became a series of desperate, shallow gasps and when he looked up at her face he saw only despair in her eyes, the damp crooked trails that marked the passage of tears glimmering slightly in what light there was. A pretty little toy, no matter what her expression. So enchanting with the sparkling new tears that coursed her skin. He smiled again and stroked her cheek, her tangled hair.


"That's better, little one. I won't have to hurt you now. Not much." He twirled a strand of dark hair around his finger. "Oh, I promise you it won't hurt long." He untangled his hand and ran it slowly down her skin, circling her navel and moving back up again, repeating the long caress with a certain prideful precision. She shivered but he knew it was not from cold. "No man has ever touched you this way. Am I right?" he asked in a deep whisper as his fingers played with the edge of her lacy undergarment. Her trembling answered for her. He bent low and let his lips and tongue mark the trail between her breasts, took the lace between his teeth and pulled it out of the way, rewarded with a stifled cry.


He knew he could shatter her silence and resolved to have her screaming before the night was out. "I'll have you wanting this so badly you'll beg for it!" Never losing his wicked smile he bent down and kissed a nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp. A slight shift and it was in his mouth and he teased it mercilessly. He moved his hands down to grasp her hips and hold them down a bit, though he enjoyed her helpless bucking. He straddled her, wrapped one arm around her waist and leaned back pulling her up with him, brutally devouring her breast as the blanket slid off his shoulders and settled around his hips.


Her head hung back limply. She tasted her own blood from where she was chewing her lower lip. The devil's touch was everywhere, his hands roaming boldly over her body. Sharp electric thrills were radiating out from those hungry lips on her breast, searing their way into her soul, waking desire she had not known she possessed and even raged against. It did not matter what became of her body so long as she lived to the appointed time. No reason to take the chance of making him hurt her more than necessary for this vicious act. His vile words burned in her memory, but as he had also said, she was already dead. The sanctity of her body did not matter so long as she could still pray to wake the divine power within the vessel she protected. Let the demon take his pleasure. It was only her flesh he claimed. She would remain untouched. She would . . .


She gasped, her train of thought lost as that bold hand stroked her legs, moving higher up her inner thigh. Oh, he was a cruel, skillful demon, able to drag her mind back from where she had fled so easily. She bit down her cries again, determined not to give him that satisfaction, but he seemed just as determined to wrest it out of her. She felt his tongue working its way over her chest and let her limbs fall lifelessly as he hoisted her up higher, exposing her to cold air that she could barely even notice now. It did not matter. Nothing mattered. Only living. Living so she could die. And she would not scream . . .but then the hand on her thigh moved higher and probed her through the thin cloth of her underwear. She did scream then, a piercing cry made all the more desperate for the realization that one trespassing, abusive, enticing touch had brought.


Her body was singing.


Just as he had promised, every nerve in her body was screaming for more. The fear and shame he had roused in her mind was overshadowed by the indefinable something he had awakened in her body, that even now rebelled against what her mind had dictated as its course. Why should a young, healthy woman go so willingly into death with so much left undone? Why should she leave songs unheard, food untasted, sensations unfelt. . . children unborn?


She knew the instant the demon threw her flat on her back once more that this was what she had guarded against. She knew her path could not be altered, that there was no other way to stop the devil atop her. But her body did not quite agree, grasping every last chance to reaffirm its existence, to show her that she was very much alive. Those kisses on her shoulders were so close to swaying her. She was so near to admitting that she wanted those large hands to move to higher again.


But she couldn't. There was no way she could afford to drift from her course, not with the Planet, with her friends depending on her. A hungry mouth moved up to hers and this time she matched the demon-angel's passion, moaning wantonly against his lips. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, tilting her head back and guiding him to her throat. He was almost purring with delight at having a lover who was willing and responsive. His arms wrapped completely around her body and pulled her tight against his chest. The heat his body offered was so much more tempting than the blanket had been. It would be so easy to lie here and take her pleasure with him and make the song of her body soar.


But she could not.


As if she had been stung she pushed him hard, screaming in terror again. The tears flowed forth, renewing their glistening trails on her cheeks. The devil above sprung back in shock at all the sudden changes of heart she had made within the last few minutes watching as she began to tremble again, her thin body racked by deep sobs.


"Please don't! Don't do this!" she was whispering, "No more, I can't . . . don't do this to me . . . don't, don't, don't, don't ."


He was completely confused. "Don't what?" His voice was harsher than he had intended, "I thought we were through this part, that you wanted it!"


Her face contorted with even more grief. "Don't . . don't make me want it! Don't make me, please," the words were a strangled cry but he heard the last part perfectly, "I'm already dead. Don't make me want to live . . . please . . ."


It was coming together for him now, her desperate pleading making some sort of sense and for the first time since he had accosted her in the forest, something like pity and understanding, things he thought he had long abandoned shone through his eyes. "Don't make me . . . please, don't make me want this," she continued, and he heard the words she could not get out past the tears and sobs.


Don't make me want what I cannot have.


He took pleasure in cruelty, in harshness . . . but she was just a child and doomed to die. Her death was part of his plan, a subtle part, but set beyond alteration and she knew this. They were all there to fulfill some part of his grand design. She knew what her fate was and had accepted it, perhaps had even embraced it. He saw now how she had steeled herself for the inevitable end and sighed at the wonder of it. Inside, she was braver than she had first appeared, to face such an unkind fate, to hold steadfast and not be swayed even though the prize was no prize at all. There was something almost admirable in her. She was as much a warrior as he.

 

*End Excerpt*

 

Ardwynna got up to the podium and took the award. “Thank you for making something good finally come out of this story.”

 

And she immediately sat back down again. Everyone blinked at the very short speech and shrugged, moving on. Letgo took the stage for a final time.

 

“The final award for the category is the `TNT Knows Crap Award,' inspired by the dumb motto of TNT that they `Know Drama.' This is the Best Drama story and was difficult to choose, but I liked it from the moment I read it, so here's your winner for Best Drama: Red Digivice Diaries, by Lord Archive!”

 

*Excerpt*

 

Normal. To be the same as everyone else. It's been a long time since I've felt like a normal girl. And with the way my life is, I may never feel like that.

I'm Yagami Hikari and I'm twelve-years-old and attend sixth grade at Odaiba
Elementary. That sounds normal, right? However, thanks to the time I've spent in the Digital World, I'm closer to thirteen and have had more life experiences than most twenty-year-olds. I've hated someone enough to want him dead and made sure that he died horribly. What was worse was that I had to help kill that bastard twice. And I've had to live with the knowledge of killing him since I was eight.

A normal girl goes to school, participates in clubs, fantasizes about having boys fall in love with her, and watches her favorite anime series. Sure, I go to school; however, my club is formed of a team who can travel across dimensions and has saved the world on a few occasions, I'm stuck in the middle of a love triangle, and I can't watch anime anymore since I sympathize too much with it.

A couple of my old friends came across this old Kenshin series. One of them simply adores how tragic and cool Kenshin is. Yeah, cool, killing for a cause until you can't kill anymore. I've killed and will probably have to kill again. Will there be a time where it becomes too much and I lose sight of what my cause is? That I might end up killing things to save the world over and over again until I'm no longer me-- just a protector, a killer, a murderer. Will I ever snap because I've kill far too many times?

That isn't something that should cross a sixth grader's mind when she's watching a samurai cartoon. Don't even get me started on Rayearth and Hikaru.

In the anime they make such a big deal out of a kiss. How romanticized they make it look. How special it was. How that's enough for them. That is all they ever need to do. They never talk about the thin line that exists between just kissing and doing more than that. A lot more.

 

*End Excerpt*

 

“I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me in writing Red Digivice Diaries. Without my prereaders to correct my bad grammar, the readers who've encouraged, and even 'Digi Advisor' who makes me want to write more just to piss him off, the story would've never gotten so developed.

“When I started this series, it began as a desire to read an adult story that included the mythical things known as characterization, plot, and realism. The story was to include adult issues and sex, but that was never to be the main focus of the series. The characters are what attracted us to read fanfiction, and it's the characters who should guide the events. While it may be fun to read about 'character one' having sex with 'character two,' but if that's all the fict is, it would be like cheap sex and quickly forgotten. I wanted a story that was more than that. A fict that after two years and hundreds of pages is not only remembered but still draws in readers wanting to know about how the characters' lives have progressed, not who they're having sex with this time. Not to mention a fict I would enjoy being able to reread.

“If there's one thing I can suggest to other writers it is to write what you want to read and reread many times. If you enjoy it, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. And once again, to all my readers, thank you for your support and patience between chapters.”

 

The crowd went into a heavy applause after he was finished and Letgo released control of the stage over to Fan and Psy once more.

 

“Jeez, it always take a tear-jerking speech to end a tear-jerking category, doesn't it?” Psy asked rhetorically.

 

“That's it for Drama. Next up on the list is Comedy, so let's get the tears flowing because our sides are splitting!”

 

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To Be Continued...