Landing maneuvers, the MST
Landing Maneuvers, the MST
fanfiction by regie27
Beta Reader and accomplice:
No animals or human beings
were harmed during the creation of this MST and the author’s sanity was
preserved due to a small yet very helpful amount of Argentinean Merlot. The
remainder of the wine though was imbued by Good and Bad Haruka
while attempting to bleach out the images of the original fic
after their review. Both consciences are doing okay now and were last reported lively
debating for the umpteenth time the RahXephon: Pluraritas Concentio holding
Narrator: Theatre of
Do we have to do this? *rolleyes*
Shush, let Mr. Narrator speak!
Narrator: a Badfic productions MST of “Landing Maneuvers” by A-Z Mark II
don't own RahXephon - if I did, it'd have more sex in
Bad Haruka: Hey, I’m
starting to like this guy. His mind sure is on the right path.
Good Haruka: *sighs* Goodness
gracious, this is going to be a long day. Oh by the way, where have our manners
Bad Haruka: You mean yours
because I sure ain’t got any.
Good Haruka: Never
something so true has been said before. Anyway, I’ll like to introduce us to
our audience. My name is Good Haruka or Good Haru for short and I’m the conscience of good of RahXephon protagonist and namesake Haruka
Shitow, and the lewd, nasty girl beside me is…
Bad Haruka: *waving and
winking* Bad Haruka here, the non-boring side to Haruka Shitow unlike goodie two
shoes here, but you can call me Bad Haru and if you
look like Ayato you might wish to call me “master.”
Good Haru: *sweatdrops* There she goes again. Anyway, we have been
assigned the job of commenting on this fic. I wonder
Bad Haru: Who cares, we’re
getting paid right? Besides, if we get to see our yummy Ayato
fooling around with us, I’m all for it.
Good Haru: Err, I’m not
sure this story is about that but let’s find out, shall we?
“It had all
started with just one beer.”
BH: And we’re starting on the right foot.
“Haruka was feeling very down about the way that things had
played out with Ayato. Not that it was surprising;
when you lock a young man you kidnapped in a room with an exploding door, then
try to steal his artifact, and then treat him like a prisoner, it can leave a
sour taste in his mouth. And that sour taste, it would seem, was turning into
distrust of Haruka Shitow.”
BH: Not yay. Man, what a
GH: I still feel so ashamed we had to do all that to
poor Ayato-kun. No wonder he hated us.
BH: But I had suggested some ways to fix that but
no, you wouldn’t agree.
GH: Shh, we’re getting
sidetracked here… *sweatdrops*
snubbed by the young man, she had fled TERRA; both to regain her control, to
gather her wits and plan, but mostly to keep from showing how much that
snubbing had hurt her.
wasn't entirely sure how she had ended up in the restaurant/bar with Elvy Hadhiyat, the sole survivor
of the air assault of Operation Overlord. But, here she was, fighting for food
with the woman as she worried aloud that irreparable damage had been done to
her relationship with the object of the exercise: Ayato
BH: Man, that Elvy is such
a cheapskate. She wanted to eat the whole damned barbeque when we paid for most
GH: But remember we were feeling guilty because we
hadn’t told her about the true nature of our mission and the fact her whole
unit was shot down on Operation Overlord.
BH: That was you with the guilty conscience,
remember? I was far too excited seeing Ayato again to
notice anything else. He sure looks yummy now. *drool*
GH: Bad Haru, you’re
drooling all over but I’ll agree with you on that. He sure has become even more
handsome with the years.
BH: And we might have had a nice peek of how nicely
he has grown up if you hadn’t stopped me from catching a view when he was
changing clothes back at Miura.
GH: Can we leave this discussion for later? Talk
about a one-track mind!
“Elvy still had her dander up from the perceived betrayal of
her mission at the hands of Haruka, who had not
mentioned that the projected survival rate for the fighters that made it into Tokyo Jupiter was less
than five percent.”
BH: Where the hell she thought we were going? Tokyo Disneyland? So much for a fighter pilot commander,
GH: But we weren’t too explicit narrating the
details of the mission.
BH: They should have hinted something when the
lawyers made sure their Last Will and Testament papers were up to date. How
dense can you be?
GH: You’re terrible!
“Still, with a
pitcher of beer in her, Elvy was at least being
somewhat helpful to her, suggesting that since she had lost the `good person'
angle, she might want to try being a `good woman' instead.”
BH: Ahh, Elvy has always appealed to my side. *grins*
GH: Don’t remind me that. *groans* Still, there’s chance
she’s actually meaning for Haruka to be a good woman
and to follow my advices.
was clear to Haruka, but there were issues that Elvy wasn't aware of between her and Ayato.
Still, the suggestion was seeping into her mind like a stain. She had ordered
another round of draft beer to help herself think.”
GH: Or not…
BH: You should have known what they meant, silly.
I’m really starting to like this. That’s how you do it, some beer and an
imaginative mind will do the trick, girl.
GH: Now I do definitely NOT like the way this thing
BH: Shut yer hole, this is getting interesting.
“That had been
four pitchers ago, and Elvy had briefly detoured from
beer to explore the path of a couple of vodka shooters and a shot of Tennessee
whiskey before wandering - or, more accurately, staggering - back to beer.”
BH: *singing to the tune of Chumbawamba’s
She drinks a whisky drink, she drinks a vodka drink,
she drinks a lager drink, she drinks a cider drink…
GH: That Elvy has always
been such a drunk. Why do we keep such company?
BH: Because she’s fun, but that’s something you’ll
never know of. And to refresh your memory, you also put up with her so stop
complaining and pass me that pitcher of beer.
GH: She’s the best pilot TERRA has ever had and a
great person but I hate it when she drinks.
BH: So go ahead and put a word with her good Elvy side and stop whining. You’re getting on my nerves!
settled their tab, the two worked their way down the streets, both of them
bombed, though Elvy was far more intoxicated that Haruka was. Without thought, Haruka
began to navigate herself and her friend toward her house. It wasn't so much
that she thought that anyone but her sister and uncle would be there, so much
as her desire to sleep off the binge.”
BH: Bah, if Haru weren’t
that depressed, she would have partied the whole night.
GH: Yeah, that would have helped her nicely with the
Ayato problems, Bad Haru.
*Bad Haru sticks out her
tongue towards Good Haru* You’re
GH: And you’re up to no good, but shall we continue
BH: Alright, besides, Elvy’s
such a lightweight drinking but sure ain’t so when it
comes to haul her sorry ass. Next time, I’ll just leave her to pass out at the
GH: You’re such a lovely conscience.
BH: I know. *grins*
“Elvy was a happy drunk, Haru had
discovered, and when she was lit like she was, her usual restraint was the
first casualty. For her part Haru got introspective
when she drank too much, and after a pretty rough session with Megumi, she had
promised herself that she would keep the drinking to a minimum.”
BH: And getting all introspective is all thanks to
you Good Haru. You can’t leave one to have some fun,
GH: Can’t blame me for Haruka
relying so much on my side and my advice.
BH: And Megumi, I really have to figure something
out to do with that nosy brat.
GH: That nosy brat as you call her is our sister…
BH: And I still wonder why I had to listen to you
when we decided to drag her along to Nirai. One of
our worst ideas but that’s all thanks to you, Ms. Responsibility.
of her sister helped her focus slightly. She's
probably going to be a bitch to me when she sees I've been drinking this
heavily, reflected the older sister.
BH: Megu being bitchy, now
that’s a stretch.
But, I can't really fault her about it; this isn't
the kind of example I should be setting for her, she knew.”
BH: Oh goodness, it sounded so just like you Good Haru. I think I’m going to puke.
*Good Haru glares at Bad Haru*
“Shifting Elvy so she was easier to steady with her shoulder, Haru began to move up the long, steep grade to her uncle's
house. Her thoughts about her sister and Ayato were
disrupted by a hand on her breast.”
GH: O__O; What in heavens…!?
BH: Heh, I didn’t realize Elvy got her lesbo out when drunk
but she better go and feel up Cathy the next time unless she wants both cheeks
to be red when my fist connects with them.
saw Elvy grinning a little
as she felt her up. “God, Haru, those are some
resilient tits you got!” she announced loudly. Fortunately for her, the two
were alone on the deserted road that led up the edge of the hill to her uncle's
house. “No wonder you wear strapless tops so much!” giggled the other woman. Haru blinked at Elvy.”
BH: Thanks for the compliment Elvy,
now would you mind getting your paws off me, you sicko?
I hope this thing doesn’t derange into some yuri garbage.
GH: I really need to speak to Good Elvy about this. I know she wouldn’t have agreed on this.
BH: She doesn’t have a say on this you dimwit and
neither do we. This is a fic, remember?
GH: And I’m afraid it is only getting worse…
“Why are you
feeling me up, Elvy?” she wondered. Elvy shrugged.
you're cute?” she asked, cracking up in laughter at her little joke. Haru sighed.
BH: And how about if I knock some teeth off you,
dead wingman or not?
GH: Calm down, Bad Haru. That’s
just part of the drunkenness.
“This is why I
don't go binge drinking with you often.” she muttered, catching her balance. Elvy pouted.
“I was being
nice.” she complained. “Least you could do is thank me.” she complained. Haru considered that.
Elvy-chan.” she said, reaching across to fondle Elvy's tits. “That better?” she asked, beginning to giggle
herself at the childish antics of her and her friend. Elvy
smiled at her.
BH: And this is also part of the drunkenness Good Haru?
GH: O______O; Nope, this is most definitely not part
of the drunkenness. This is blatant fanservice.
BH: I swear if this thing goes yuri on me I will kick the author’s sorry ass harder
than I did to those mulian punks.
GH: For once I think I’ll agree with you Bad Haru. Elvy’s a good looking woman
and a friend but I seriously doubt we’ll react like this. I’m afraid this is
crossing the OOC line.
BH: Oh it sure is!
you're gonna make good on it.” she said, her tone
dropping to a sultry whisper. Not for the first time, Haru
wondered if perhaps Elvy might be a little
bi-curious. Probably just the alcohol,
she dismissed the thought. Moving up the hill, she half-guided, half-dragged
the drunk pilot along.”
BH: If you want to go bi-curious Elvy,
go wank Cathy.
GH: Is it just me or Haru
here is not scandalized over the fact that her best friend just fondled her
BH: Nope because the author is getting his
fantasizes on with two female pilots getting in on. The punk… and I had already
had some high expectations on this one. Man, what a letdown. I thought this might
have been a keeper like “Nocturnal
Revelations.” Hey regie, you owe us sequel of that one!
GH: Hmm, a sequel to “Nocturnal” wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
Can we talk about this in another moment girls? Hey guys, can someone please
hang the “shameless self-plug” sign somewhere around here?
BH: You’re no fun like this ninny I’m stuck with but
alright. I think I’ll need to reread “Nocturnal”
anyway after this last scene. >.<
GH: And I think I’ll join you on that one.
“I think it's
time to get some rest.” she said aloud, hearing Elvy
“We could go
find some men.” mused Elvy.
“Maybe that Ayato guy you spent all night obsessing
over.” she suggested.
BH: Okay, we’re getting back on the right track.
Just forget about all the lesbian overtones and you’ll have me at your side
GH: Do you realize that Elvy
is implying that she’ll also participate in this search?
BH: She better not think about laying a finger on my
beloved Ayato-kun or she’ll be seeing all her dead
comrades in heaven soon enough!
obsessing over him!” denied Haru. I've just spent the last twelve years
getting back to his side, and dreaming of him nearly every night, and cursing
the Mu for stealing him from me; not even close to
obsession, right? she rationalized to herself.
GH: I thought we waited fifteen years, not twelve.
And it’s not obsessing, it’s called devotion and loyalty and love.
BH: Hah, keep deluding yourself, but I admit we are
obsessive and I don’t mind. Hey kid, get your facts straight. It’s 15, not 12.
We were 14 when that *BLEEP* of a barrier…what the hell!?
GH: I think you have been bleeped out Bad Haru. *sheepish smile*
BH: Damn, whatever happened to freedom of
expression? This must have been your doing, Good Haru.
Anyway, a little math lesson here kids. If Haruka was
14 when that stupid barrier fell down
separating me from my boy toy Ayato, and now we’re 29
years old, that means the time difference is 15 and not 12 years.
GH: 15 years of agonizing and long wait... *sigh*
BH: But I didn’t mind that tasty interlude when Itsuki was around. That sure made the waiting easier. *sly
GH: *blushing* Ahem, I think we have sidetracked
again Bad Haru.
BH: Hehehe, you sure hate
it when Itsuki pops into the conversation. You sure
liked him as much as I did, don’t you?
GH: Bad Haru, the fic…
just fuck him and get it over with.” said Elvy
sagely. She might have been more convincing as a wise adviser if she hadn't
been looking a little to the left of where Haruka
really was. “God knows you need to get laid.” she muttered.
BH: Elvy is getting on my
good side again. She understands about certain needs of the flesh unlike
someone I know and I had the right solution to that inconvenience if it hadn’t
been for a certain someone…
*glaring at Good Haru*
GH: Don’t get started on the Miura Peninsula
thing again! If you had gotten your way there when we were stranded with Kamina-kun, that would have
altered the whole series!
BH: I’ll keep my opinion for when we do a MST of
that episode but you sure ain’t heard the last of it!
Such a precious opportunity, wasted *grumbles*
don't?!” snapped back Haru. Elvy
“Hmm. You make a good point.” she
said with drunken intensity. “Let's go get laid!” she shouted happily,
staggering forward up the hill. Haruka steadied her
as best she could.
GH: Did you write this Bah Haru?
BH: Nope, but it sure reads like if I had done so.
“And who do
you think is going to be home to fuck you?” she asked Elvy.
“It's only me, Megu and my uncle living there.” she
reminded the pilot. Elvy shrugged.
“I'll think of
something.” she dismissed the topic. “Or we could go back to town and look for some
young stud.” she added brightly.
BH: Oh yes, brilliant idea! Go to town and get your
own stud while I manage to sneak into Ayato’s room.
share one?” grunted Haru as she steadily closed in on
the house where she and her sister had lived for the last ten years. Elvy giggled.
she said. “Never tried that before; two girls and a guy, I mean.” she confided
to her friend.
BH: Ohoho, I don’t think
so! Sharing isn’t my game darling. Go get your sick kicks with Makoto or Donny
or someone else. Man, how more OOC is Haruka going to
get? Obsessing over a guy for 15 years just to share him with a crazed,
kamikaze fighter pilot at the first chance? No *Bleep* way! Man, I hate this
bleep *bleep* Argh!
GH: At least Elvy didn’t
agree to go on to uncle. Ugh!
BH: Now that’s just plain nasty Good Haru. You just have made me sick of my stomach with the
mere image. Now here in the hell did I left the emergency badfic
GH: What’s that?
BH: Bleach my dear, to bleach out all the badness and
the ickyness resulting from badficness.
GH: Keep it handy, something tells me I might need
some of it.
Haruka refused to think about the
implication of that statement. She's
so different when she's drunk! marveled the
woman. At work, she is calm, cool and
collected, but pour a few pitchers of beer down her and chase it with some
liquor and she turns into a nympho! Her
thoughts were interrupted by Elvy's hand back on her
breast. “You're cute enough, Haru-chan.” she mused,
as if she were thinking about something.
GH: And why is Haruka
thinking about Elvy in that way?
BH: Better questions is why in *Bleep* is Elvy groping us again! Nympho or
no nympho she’s going to get a piece of me!
GH: Do you realize what you just said?
BH: Not THAT piece, you pervert? She’s going to get
a knuckle sandwich up her face!
“What are you
talking about, Elvy?” asked Haruka,
nearing the end of the climb to her house.
“Wanna?” asked Elvy, pulling on Haru's shoulder so the Captain turned to face her. Haruka frowned.
GH: I think I’m the one who’s going to be sick now.
“Do I want to
what, Elvy?” she wondered, having forgotten the
previous thread of conversation as she thought about other matters.
BH: Oh Haruka, you might
be scatterbrain but you ain’t naïve, baby. So much for being an elite TERRA Intel operative. Pretty
lousy agent you are being here Shitow Haruka!
GH: It’s the alcohol, Bad Haru.
Excuse me, I think I need a paper bag just about now.
“Wanna share a guy?” whispered Elvy,
seemingly more alert after the climb and the cool breezes off the ocean.
“I told you,
the only guy here is my uncle, and I don't want to even think about him in that
context!” protested the other woman. Elvy shook her
she muttered. “Tell you what, if we find a man, we split him for the night.
Deal?” she pressed. Haruka sighed.
BH: Hey Good Haru, bring
another one of those paper bags. Now I’m sick too. Uncle Rikudon on a ménage a trois.
what a disgusting thought! Hurry! Someone really got
his sick on when he wrote this, and I do mean *he* because no woman is insane
enough to write such a thing.
“Sure, Elvy, deal.” she said. What could it hurt? Uncle is the only man at home, and he's probably
getting ready for bed even now, reasoned the woman. It was a sure-win
bet, after all.
BH: *slapping her hand over her forehead* Baka!
You fell for it!
GH: *cleaning her mouth* Fell for what?
BH: Heh, no wonder Haru makes such lousy decisions; it is all because of you!
She fell for it because she just agreed on that stupid bet and guess who’s waiting at home?
GH: O_______O; Oh-oh!
BH: Oh-oh is right!
It was another
ten minutes before the pair made it to the front door of the house. Sliding it
open, Haru kicked off her shoes, preparing to help Elvy inside.
yelled Elvy happily. Haru
slapped a hand over Elvy's mouth.
down!” she hissed angrily. “And anyway, you don't live here - this is my house!” she pointed out. Elvy ignored the minor detail.
GH: Actually it is uncle’s house but we can’t be
nitpicky about minor details.
Haru was distracted by a flash
of movement and barely had time to drop Elvy to the
floor and spread her arms before Buchi was pulling
her strapless top down as he meowed happily.
BH: The author sure didn’t miss that detail, huh? *rolleyes*
cat in her arms, she sank to her knees. “Oh! Buchi-kun!”
she cooed to the cat. “What are you doing here, Buchi?”
she asked him. The cat didn't answer.
GH: And if he had answered, I would have been very,
BH: Not more than we have already been with the
gratuitous mammography that “doctor” Elvy had just performed
GH: You had to remind me that. I think I might need
some of that bleach just now.
footsteps nearing them, she looked up, prepared to greet her sister or uncle.
Instead, a young man stood there, looking at her and her sprawled-out friend. “Haruka.” said the young man softly, his tone odd.
“Ayato.” she breathed.
Good Haru and Bad Haru sigh in unison: Ayato-kun!
Narrator: Good thing this carpet was stain proofed
with Scotchgard’s stain and moisture repellent or
else this floor would be a mess now.
BH: Go and do your commercial somewhere else, punk.
GH: Oh-oh! Do you realize what’s going on Bad Haru?
BH: Oh-oh indeed. Enter Elvy’s
damned bet and this fic will soon go downhill.
made dinner interesting with her snippy comments and irritated behavior, but Ayato hardly noticed. Sitting between Elvy
and Haru, he had been fending off the dark-skinned
girl's rather blatant advances for most of the meal.
BH: I wonder how Elvy
managed to keep her head over her shoulders for so long. I should have ripped
her head off for daring to touch my Ayato-kun.
with more beer in her, she seemed to be sharper and more aware. From what Ayato could gather, she had been one of the `invaders' he
had seen in Tokyo
before Haru snatched him. Or I snatched her, either way, he mused.
BH: Technicalities, now when do we skip to the part
when Haruka ditches Elvy
and we get to invade Ayato-kun’s room?
GH: That never happened on that episode Bad Haru.
BH: In my version of the series it would have happened.
GH: I’m glad Izubuchi-san
never greenlighted that idea.
BH: Cowards! At least they did approve some of my
ideas for the manga.
GH: Don’t remind me. Your fingerprints are all over
that holding cell scene.
BH: Hehe, yeah, that’s truly
one of my shinning moments. *grins*
GH: At least Izubuchi-san
liked my ideas for the conclusion.
BH: That sappy and romantic ending? Yeah, that’s
indeed you. Too bad they went for that instead of my version. I had such great
ideas for the honeymoon!
GH: That would have landed the manga
on a nice M rating. Way to go Bad Haru!
BH: My pleasure always.
With the meal
consumed, Megu had stomped off to bed, telling Haru to keep her drinking buddy quiet that night.
BH: Okay, the brat is gone. Now to kick Elvy off the house and it is just you and me dearest Ayato.
GH: And uncle and Buchi…
BH: Shove it!
Haru had assured her that it
wouldn't be a problem. Next to excuse himself was the
girls' uncle, citing a long day.
BH: Yes, another one down!
That left Ayato with the two drunk girls. Elvy had managed to press herself up against him, her hand
on his crotch, while Haru seemed to be alternating
between being affectionate and being shy. It honestly confused him to see her
acting that way.
BH: WHOA NELLY!!! Why the *BLEEP-BLEEP* is Elvy’s hand doing there!?
GH: I’m not watching, I’m
BH: And why is Haruka
acting so *Bleep* passive. Can’t you see Elvy’s got
her hands all over your man? Wake up, baka!
GH: Lalalalala, I don’t
want to know…!
As Elvy whispered nasty suggestions in his ear, Ayato finished the last of his beer. Somehow, he had ended
up with a beer when the last round had come through, and since he had always
wondered about it, he had worked on it until he finished it, finding the taste
to be pretty bad. Must be an acquired
taste, he reasoned. His thoughts were distracted by Haru.
“I think we
should get her to bed, Ayato.” said the woman.
BH: I think you should kick her sorry butt off your
house and get him on your bed, Haruka.
GH: I believe I might agree on this one with you Bad
BH: Ohoho, goodie two
shoes is turning around? This must be truly rotten if
you are agreeing with me on this one.
Nodding, Ayato managed to stand, finding that Elvy
was not eager to let him do so. With her hand having been caressing his dick
for most of the evening, he was semi hard and aroused, but managed to get it
situated comfortably; he didn't notice that Haru
watched him adjust his dick.
GH: O_____O; I think I’m feeling lightheaded…!
BH: The sneaky bitch, that
should have been ME doing that!
GH: Is it just me or this fic has suddenly become really dirty?
BH: I hate to agree with you but it is turning dirty
and OOC if you ask me. Elvy is earning the privilege
of having my boot up her ass soon if she doesn’t quit touching my man. *cracks
Elvy noticed and launched into
another round of lecherous suggestions.
Together, Ayato and Haru managed to get the
woman up and guided her upstairs to Haru's room.
GH: Oh no, I don’t want to see! *covers eyes*
BH: Baka Haruka! Are you stupid or you are just pretending to be so?
Can’t you realize this is what Elvy has been wanting
the whole time?
entered the room, Elvy smiled. “This'll do!” she said
happily, twisting to kiss Ayato.
BH: That’s it! I had with this fic!
guard, Ayato found his mouth full of Elvy tongue as the woman kissed him deeply. Getting himself
together, he kissed her back, glad for the practice with Hiroko. Several
moments passed before Elvy broke the kiss. “That's
better.” she said simply.
BH: Hiroko!? That mulian
bitch had a piece of my Ayato too? Give me that, I
need to know what else happens in this thing before I go on a killing rampage!
*Bad Haru begins to read
the fic that she took from a staffer while mumbling
curses that would make a sailor blush.*
BH: This is pure and utter
bull, people know very well I would never, EVER share my Ayato
with no one!
GH: Did you read the whole
thing Bad Haru?
BH: *Still rambling half
mad* This kid spends way too much time watching pr0n
and very few time with a real girl.
GH: Maybe that's what he
needs, a girlfriend.
BH: That or a reality check because this sure ain't
happening! Get your fat ass out of the couch and get some fresh air and meet
some real people bozo.
GH: Can I read now Bad Haru?
BH: Go knock yourself out
but I warn you, you are not going to like it. Okay, gig's
over, can't stand reading more of this stuff. It's making me sick!
GH: Whoa, wonder what
happens next if it's making you fee sick. Let’s see…
GH: Oh my goodness gracious
what in the name of Pete is this!!
BH: Pete, who’s Pete?
Anyway, I told ya but you wouldn’t take the advice.
You didn’t read the whole thing, did you?
GH: I couldn’t, it made me
feel so dirty! And the mental images, they won’t go away! It burns, it burns,
get these hideous images out of my head!
BH: Hey guys, you might want
to bring some extra bleach and some brain glue also. Good Haru
is not doing to good here. C’mon, snap out of it!
slaps Good Haru*
GH: I’ll have nightmares of
this! Why someone made Haru such a..a…a…
BH: A stupid slut, yeah I
know. I wish I could kick the author’s butt for doing this to Haru and for making our cutie Ayato
into a brainless pr0n star.
GH: Oh goodness, to bring
the memories to my head because they hurt! A paper bag pronto! I’m nauseated all
BH: Oh brother! Sorry guys,
we’ll have to cut this MST show due to the newest casualty this fic has created so be smart and don’t read the fic, read our MST instead and save your brain some
unnecessary pain. Till the next one!
So, how these funny
characters came to be you might ask? I’m not sure exactly how it happened but
it all began with a hilarious conversation on Yahoo Messenger with fellow Rah
fan Carrie but I’m pretty sure it didn’t involve Chemical X. With the memories
of the unforgettable Good Excel/Bad Excel skit from episode 1 of Excel saga
still fresh on my mind, everything got mix up together like a cocktail and
voila, Good Haru and Bad Haru
were born. No, we weren’t drunk or high, just unusually giddy and just a little
naughty minded. XD
As we discussed the RahXephon movie, suddenly these two started adding witty
and very funny ad-libs to our conversation. So funny was the end result that I
knew that I had to write a Rah parody with them someday and the right
opportunity for their crazy antics arrived when we both read the fic featured on this MST and ended up nauseated with the
story, not so much because of the rather distasteful sexual content, but by the
blatant fanservice and the annoying OOC ness of the main characters. You might wish to read the
original story and arrive to your own conclusions but I believe there are
better Rah fics out there and this one was ripe to
poke some fun at. In the end, everyone’s entitled to their own opinion and so this
Constructive reviews are all
welcome. Flames, rotten tomatoes and death threats will be all handled by Bad Haru. Ja