~If you wanted to know.
Ok, self-inserts. We've all read them, and we've all had one in our head written or not. This is NOT a self-insert. It's a friend insert. cool Masako Moonshade is fairly well know on fanfiction.net as a great writer who focuses on Zutara. (If you don't know her, that may be why.) (See her lovely fic-lets here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/551732/ )She's my best friend and always humors my fanfiction ideas. This is my randomness gift to her. Please read and share your veiws. This is still a rough draft after all. ^^
The Great Self Masako Insert Part ONE
I sat in my chair, the only piece of furniture in the room, waiting with my notebook open on my lap. The room was perfect for the meeting. I had made sure of that. It was completely black and gave the effect of floating in space. My friend would love the clichéd look, but I hoped that she would enjoy my gift even more. Just then, the fanfiction writer appeared in a square of light that poured through the open door.
“Masako Moonshade! Welcome” I greeted my long-time friend.
“Um. Hi Kya. ..Nice room.” She mumbled as she shut the door.
“How many times have you written a fanfic because I asked you to? How many times have you written something I should have tried writing for myself? I read what you write and I’m always impressed by you. So, now, I wish to write something for you.”
“Really?” Masako asked, looking pleased with the compliment. “What?”
“Oh you’ll see.” I smiled. “Trust me. You’ll love it. You can finally do some real one-on-one research for your Avatar fanfics.”
Masako’s face grew dim, “Kya… you’re not going to—” she began, but was cut off. The ground beneath her opened and Masako fell into the light of a familiar place, a place that she had never been to physically before. “I BETTER NOT BE A MARY SUUUEEEE!!!!!”
“You’re welcome Masako.” I grinned as I snapped the notebook shut. ------ Masako hit the ground hard. Apparently, she hadn’t taught Kya how to write details very well, because that fall could have very well killed her (and by all means should have), that is, if she wasn’t the main character of some twisted fanfiction, which she assumed she was. Masako tried to move, but soon found out that it was less painful to just lie on the ground and plan out how she was going to criticize such a close friend without getting her upset.
Eventually, she heard some noises and forced herself to sit upright. She was dazed, aching all over, but she chuckled at the fact that she had not even one scratch on her. It was pretty cool, but then again, it just proved how poorly Kya had written the first chapter. “Wait. Kya isn’t THAT bad of a writer.” And then she realized it. Kya must have only written an outline, or perhaps only the first chapter for her to leave out so many details, and she highly doubted Kya wrote “And she hit the ground so hard it would kill anyone but Superman, but lives because Masako is so uberly awesome!”
“Who’s a bad writer?” A man dressed in a simple green outfit asked.
Masako looked up at the speaker, the sounds earlier must have came from him. He was obviously earth nation, so she was right in guessing she was in the Avatar realm now. She was truly relieved to see that he wasn’t a cannon character. (Though she wanted to meet every one of them now that she was here, she was not ready to be bombarded with well known cartoon characters at this particular moment.)
“Hello there, I’m Gail.” The man smiled. He was elderly, with a white beard, but still held resemblance to a friendly, yet powerful man of younger years, someone who was used to hard labor and enjoyed doing it. “I heard a crash back here, and thought it was one of those boys getting caught in their own traps. They’re always setting them, finding out what poor creature they can catch next. ’Would of been funny to see them being the ones trapped for once!” He laughed, but he cut himself off. As he looked at the girl, the kindness on his face melted away quicker than the wicked witch of the west did after being splashed with a bucket of water.
“I’m Masako. Nice to meet you Gail.” She said kindly, offering her hand for him to shake it, slightly concerned about the change in his personality.
He looked at it quizzically… and perhaps accusingly. Masako brainstormed quickly, trying to remember if she had ever seen anyone handshake in Avatar, but her head hurt too much and she drew a blank. She gave up on thinking and assumed they didn’t since Avatar was based off ASIAN culture. Five seconds in Avatar, and had already made a mistake.
Praying that her fans will forgive her for the obvious blunder, she began to pull back her hand, but the man quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to her feet. Masako only realized that she hadn’t stood up yet, after he had her on her feet. People usually tend to notice when they are sitting down, but the pain associated with being pulled up on her feet, reminded Masako exactly why standing up had not been first on her ‘things to do’ list.
Gail saw Masako gritting her teeth. “Hm. You okay ‘Sako?” He asked, still holding her wrist, a little too tightly, and if Masako hadn’t been so dizzy she might have seen him glaring at her.
At his commit, her face became overwhelmed with disbelief, not at the fact that he hurt her arm or that he seemed angry at her. She was wondering if man had really just called her Sako. Though, as she thought about it, Masa wouldn’t have been much better. “Ya, I just… fell.” She managed, still wondering if he really had referred to her as Sako, but her thoughts were cut off by her hand going numb. Still, Gail had yet to let go of her arm.
He laughed… again. Masako was starting to get the feeling he really liked laughing, but then again, weird girls falling out of trees could be considered funny some to people. She made a mental note of that… “Oh!” she exclaimed. There were hundreds of self inserts and Mary Sues that all started out the same way; a 21st century girl goes to the Avatar world dressed like a 21st century girl! She ignored everything so she could focus on her clothes. Was she still wearing her jeans? The question was the only thing that mattered to her now.
She looked down and was fully relieved to find that her jeans and t-shirt had been replaced by something much more suitable for Avatar. She turned back to the man, relived to know she now looked like anyone else that may be falling out of trees in this area, but the mans grip only tightened.
“You didn’t fall far enough ‘Sako.” He spat, “Hell is a little further down.” And he swung his fist at the girl.
Thank goodness she knew some Tae Kwon Do and the man was old, no matter how strong he used to be. The fight ended soon enough, with the man clutching his side, and Masako’s head ringing louder than she could ever remember as she ran off, deeper into the woods.
Masako was wearing Fire Nation clothes. “Thanks Kya. Thanks a lot.”
------------------- Disclaimer: I don't own the Avatar realm or Masako Moonshade, but, at least, I do have her permission. sweatdrop
Kya_Star · Tue Nov 28, 2006 @ 03:22am · 2 Comments |