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Our story begins the way most stories do…..in a sleepy little town called blair woods, like most towns that important stories take place in, blair woods is small, and sleepy, and small, and sleepy, did i mention it’s small and sleepy? Yes? Well fuck you i’ll mention it again.
In this town our hero, the legendary warrior lives, waiting to fulfil her destiny, her name is mitzu yurimoto, the badass ultimate wizard ninja of the yurimoto family, who was so fucking cool she was literally too cool for school, and as a result she had the abundance of free time needed to hone her deadly magic skills and sword skills and gun skills and axe skills and bow skills and spear skills and (etc etc)
Mitzu was in her room being cool because she was(cool that is), when momo kicks the door of her room down momo is cool too, not as cool but still too cool for skewl, she runs up to mitzu and says “she’s here”, mitzu knowing who her sister speaks of, grabs her duffle bag of legendary weapons and ninja leaps out her bedroom window, and lands greeting her foe “erma”
Erma williams was not cool in fact, she was a big whiny baby and a pain in mitzu’s rear, alongside her cult of loyal followers she had done battle with mitzu many times, many many many many times, and never won, cuz she sucked, and mitzu did not.
Erma did not have witty banter to shoot back, because she’s lame and dumb and does not do witty banter, she only drew her mighty machete and glared at mitzu, mitzu smirks “oh cute, what do you call that? A knife?” she says before drawing her grandfathers legendary katana which he had entrusted to her for being so so cool “THIS is a knife…bitch”
Erma growls and charges mitzu who charges back in turn, their blades crash together as dramatic lighting crackles around them and they brace against the dirt
“So you ready to end this erma?” she says with a smirk, erma snarls in response slipping away and nodding “then let’s end this, let this be our final duel!” she shouts as their blades clash epiclly in a manner that is truely epic and badass and cool
Erma growls “fool! You have no idea what i am capible of!” mitzu smirks “oh yeah and what can you do that’s so scary ya nerd?” erma smirks “take a hostage~”
Mitzu’s eye’s widen as she looks behind erma to see amy tied up and at the mercy of erma’s various cultists “i realized your fondness for the blonde one, so i decided to….librate her from the safety of her home” she says kicking mitzu in the face “and with your beloved amy in my clutches you have no choice to but do as i say…unless you want something bad to happen to her” erma says with an evil cackle as mitzu growls at her
To be continued
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Mitzu sinks lower into her chair, trying to become one with it’s wooden grain. Of all the days her mom had to accidentally dig up her secret wish-fulfilment fanfic, it had to be today. And, of course, she read it aloud, not even remotely understanding what she was holding, and now everyone was staring at her.
Mitzu turned her head, begging, pleading for even an ounce of sympathy from her sister, but Momo looks like she’s about to bust a gut laughing at her. Only then did Mitzu finally realize this: She’s on her fucking own here.
“That was…..creative.” Fumiko states, sipping her coffee with a perfectly blank expression as Rin bursts out laughing, “It's FUCKING HILARIOUS, is what it is!” She says, slapping the table with her tail. Fumiko sighs, “It was HIGHLY unrealistic. First of all, father would never part with his katana unless you pried it from his cold, dead hands. He loves that thing more than he ever loved us. Second-” Mitzu cuts Fumiko off by slapping her hands onto her face, loudly groaning into them.
Ena smiles. "Well, I thought it was very good. You have a bright future ahead of you as a writer, Mitzu.” She says, patting Mitzu’s head. Mitzu glares up at her, “Don’t Patronise. Me.” She says slowly, and Ena winces. “...Okay, yeah it was kinda bad, but you could workshop it into something good!” She says with her usual bright smile.
Kentaro leans in. “So…. Who’s Amy?” He says with a teasing smirk, making Mitzu sink lower into her chair. “No one.” She mutters, but Yori sets the fic down. “Isn’t she one of Erma’s friends?” She says as everyone else smirks. “Oh. She’s no one, huh?” Fumiko mutters. “Sounds like someone has a crush.” Mitzu whines into the palms of her hands again. “I’m disowning all of you and moving to Alaska.”
Yori chuckles softly and slides the paper over. “Come on, sweetie, it’s not that bad.” Mitzu grabs her fic and runs upstairs. “I hate all of you!” She shouts out before slamming her door shut.
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At the very least, she has a solid hour to die of embarrassment before her mom peeks her head in. “....Sweetie?” She whispers, “Are you upset?” Mitzu sighs. “Gee. What tipped you off, genius?” she growls out.
Yori walks over, sighing out, “...Sweetie i’m sorry about that. I… I didn’t think you would get so upset. ” Mitzu glares at her. “Whatever. Who cares, right? You all got to mock me for a solid half hour over my shit writing, so what’s it matter?” She mutters. Yori winces at that. “Sweetie, we didn’t mock you, it was supposed to be playful ribbing. I don't think it’s bad. It’s not perfect, but you have time to improve.”
Mitzu scoffs. “I can’t even improve my behaviour. Improving my writing is asking a lot, mom.” Yori frowns at that. “Sweetie, now you're just spewing out self hatred. Stop that.” She says, rubbing Mitzu's head. In spite of everything, the gesture soothes Mitzu, causing her to relax a bit.
“Sorry, I just….it’s embarrassing ya know? My writing’s bad and now everyone knows it because SOMEONE read the whole thing out loud.” She mutters, and Yori has the decency to look ashamed. “...Sorry sorry, I overstepped. I shouldn't have read it, period . It was your private business and I don’t have the right to poke through it. ”
Mitzu sighs, “It’s fine. Just… Just don’t do it again. How did you even find it in the first place, anyhow?” She asks, and Yori sighs, “I found it when cleaning your room. Protip from a girl who had to hide a LOT of things from her parents, hiding it under your bed is not remotely sneaky. That’s the first place they look.” Mitzu huffs. “I thought it was sneaky.”
Yori smiles and lays back. “Still… I’m sorry about all of that, okay? I didn’t mean to overstep and I promise I won't ever do that again, okay?” She whispers, and Mitzu nods. “....Do you really think I could be a good writer?” She asks. “Sweetie, you could be anything you want. You're my daughter, and if there’s one thing you got from me, it’s my hard headedness. You’d do it even if the whole world was against you.”
Mitzu chuckles, “Yeah…that I did.” She whispers as Yori gives her another head rub. “I love you, sweetie. Never forget that.” She whispers as Mitzu smiles back at her. “I know, mom. I love you, too.”
Yori and her lay there in silence for a moment…that is eventually broken by Yori asking, “Okay, but who IS Amy, anyhow?"
mitzu groans, "you ruined the moment, mom!" She says as yori chuckles softly.