Black Market
Series: Please Save My Earth (Boku no Chikyuu wo Mamotte)
Summary: A brief treatise examining the many reasons why nothing was Hiiragi's fault. Slight Twelve Kingdom crossover hints.
Written: 11/15/2007
Disclaimer: Please Save My Earth (PSME) AKA Boku no Chikyuu wo Mamotte (Bokutama) and associated characters do not belong to me.
Notes: I wrote this spontaneously in a comment for the one other member of our Daisuke Dobashi AKA Hiiragi fanclub.
Before they departed for the Moon Base, Hiiragi left a clear, legible note on the table with instructions for how he and his future team members could prevent cataclysmic war. It also contained instructions on how not to die one by one of illness on an isolated moon base and how Mokuren could transform into a kirin and save the world(s). He clearly told Shuukaidou to make copies and pass them out to everyone, but Shuukaidou became absorbed in a passive-aggressive daydream of how he could get Mokuren to notice him and wondering where he would pack the cyanide he purchased for his stint on the Moon Base "in case he needed it." Distracted by these thoughts, he tripped over a giant cat alien and dropped Hiiragi's clear, legible instructions. Shion laughed at him and picked up the paper without reading it. He then folded it into a paper airplane and launched Hiiragi's clear, legible instructions at Gyokuran's head.
Gyokuran yelled at Shion in mock anger. He was crumpling the instructions into a ball to throw away when Mokuren's name caught his eye. It looked like it was saying something about Mokuren and Kirin beer. That would be Mokuren's favorite kind of beer, thought Gyokuran, if she were the kind of girl who drinks, which of course she isn't. Gyokuran was too fixated on the paragraph about Mokuren to notice the parts about saving the homeworlds.
Just then Enju and Shusuran entered the room where the male team members were waiting. Enju timidly approached Gyokuran and asked how he was doing.
"Hi, Enju! I was just thinking about Mokuren!" said Gyokuran with his usual perceptiveness and tact. "Could you give her this note? I think it's for her, because her name is written on it. Ten times."
For some reason Enju turned straight back around and walked out the door, tears streaming down her cheeks. But she had grabbed the note from him, so Gyokuran assumed she was going to give it to Mokuren.
"Um, I was supposed to copy that," said Shuukaido, who had only now just gotten up off the floor, where he'd been feeling sorry for himself. Also, Shion had been sitting on his head. But nobody listened to Shuukaidou, even though Hiiragi had designated him the one to make copies of his clear, legible note and hand them round.
Hiiragi had gone to lengths to make sure that everyone read his very important instructions. He'd run into Shusuran on his way out and told her to make sure everyone read the handouts Shuukaidou was going to pass around. Shusuran had been about to speak up when Gyokuran, that jerk, had made Enju cry. She completely forgot about Hiiragi's words and followed Enju out the door, trying to comfort her and wishing she could be in love herself despite the evidence before her that it just wasn't that fun.
Shusuran absently took the note from Enju and threw it away. If Gyokuran wanted to tell Mokuren something, he could tell her himself!
Hiiragi had planned to come back well before the departure and review his plans for saving the world with his new subordinates. He had already written up his plans in seven different languages to distribute to major news networks later on. These plans were on a hard disk he'd left in a very safe place: on his desk between the stack of dictionaries and the booklet "How to Live on the Moon." (Little did he know that Shion had filched the disk and burned computer games over Hiiragi's files. Shion was not going to live on the moon without Tetris.)
However, Hiiragi didn't get back as soon as he expected. He'd left to go buy some extra hair on the black market, but he'd never actually been there before and couldn't seem to find it. Hiiragi had serious misconceptions about what a black market was; he thought it was a market painted black. (But he could say "black market" in fifteen languages, two of them extinct.) Between that and being distracted by the sight of sunlight glinting beautifully off Mode's head, by the time he got back it was nearly time to leave.
So it clearly wasn't Hiiragi's fault.
Later, on the Moon, Gyokuran accidentally injected himself with cyanide.
Summary: A brief treatise examining the many reasons why nothing was Hiiragi's fault. Slight Twelve Kingdom crossover hints.
Written: 11/15/2007
Disclaimer: Please Save My Earth (PSME) AKA Boku no Chikyuu wo Mamotte (Bokutama) and associated characters do not belong to me.
Notes: I wrote this spontaneously in a comment for the one other member of our Daisuke Dobashi AKA Hiiragi fanclub.
Before they departed for the Moon Base, Hiiragi left a clear, legible note on the table with instructions for how he and his future team members could prevent cataclysmic war. It also contained instructions on how not to die one by one of illness on an isolated moon base and how Mokuren could transform into a kirin and save the world(s). He clearly told Shuukaidou to make copies and pass them out to everyone, but Shuukaidou became absorbed in a passive-aggressive daydream of how he could get Mokuren to notice him and wondering where he would pack the cyanide he purchased for his stint on the Moon Base "in case he needed it." Distracted by these thoughts, he tripped over a giant cat alien and dropped Hiiragi's clear, legible instructions. Shion laughed at him and picked up the paper without reading it. He then folded it into a paper airplane and launched Hiiragi's clear, legible instructions at Gyokuran's head.
Gyokuran yelled at Shion in mock anger. He was crumpling the instructions into a ball to throw away when Mokuren's name caught his eye. It looked like it was saying something about Mokuren and Kirin beer. That would be Mokuren's favorite kind of beer, thought Gyokuran, if she were the kind of girl who drinks, which of course she isn't. Gyokuran was too fixated on the paragraph about Mokuren to notice the parts about saving the homeworlds.
Just then Enju and Shusuran entered the room where the male team members were waiting. Enju timidly approached Gyokuran and asked how he was doing.
"Hi, Enju! I was just thinking about Mokuren!" said Gyokuran with his usual perceptiveness and tact. "Could you give her this note? I think it's for her, because her name is written on it. Ten times."
For some reason Enju turned straight back around and walked out the door, tears streaming down her cheeks. But she had grabbed the note from him, so Gyokuran assumed she was going to give it to Mokuren.
"Um, I was supposed to copy that," said Shuukaido, who had only now just gotten up off the floor, where he'd been feeling sorry for himself. Also, Shion had been sitting on his head. But nobody listened to Shuukaidou, even though Hiiragi had designated him the one to make copies of his clear, legible note and hand them round.
Hiiragi had gone to lengths to make sure that everyone read his very important instructions. He'd run into Shusuran on his way out and told her to make sure everyone read the handouts Shuukaidou was going to pass around. Shusuran had been about to speak up when Gyokuran, that jerk, had made Enju cry. She completely forgot about Hiiragi's words and followed Enju out the door, trying to comfort her and wishing she could be in love herself despite the evidence before her that it just wasn't that fun.
Shusuran absently took the note from Enju and threw it away. If Gyokuran wanted to tell Mokuren something, he could tell her himself!
Hiiragi had planned to come back well before the departure and review his plans for saving the world with his new subordinates. He had already written up his plans in seven different languages to distribute to major news networks later on. These plans were on a hard disk he'd left in a very safe place: on his desk between the stack of dictionaries and the booklet "How to Live on the Moon." (Little did he know that Shion had filched the disk and burned computer games over Hiiragi's files. Shion was not going to live on the moon without Tetris.)
However, Hiiragi didn't get back as soon as he expected. He'd left to go buy some extra hair on the black market, but he'd never actually been there before and couldn't seem to find it. Hiiragi had serious misconceptions about what a black market was; he thought it was a market painted black. (But he could say "black market" in fifteen languages, two of them extinct.) Between that and being distracted by the sight of sunlight glinting beautifully off Mode's head, by the time he got back it was nearly time to leave.
So it clearly wasn't Hiiragi's fault.
Later, on the Moon, Gyokuran accidentally injected himself with cyanide.