A HolyUp Chacha Original Fanfiction! Title: Tv for Three. Notes: This fanfiction has no real relevance to any one anime or series. I was bored and decided to have a little fun while puzzling out the flow of another fanfic under the pen. I don't own any of the characters that I use or mention, other than my online persona. ----------------------------------------------------- HolyUp Chacha pinched her chin between her forefinger and thumb as she stared at the computer screen. Leaning backwards into her chair's back rest, she frowned. "I can't get anything done on this fic. Damn television is too distracting." Tossing her fluffy, blonde pigtails, she pushed back her chair and stood up, ignoring the protesting creaks and groans of the old metal seat. "Hey!" cried out a childish voice as HolyUp picked up the heavy black television channel flipper. She glanced to the couch and raised an eyebrow at the girl in the red hood sitting there, nearly lost among the cushions and warm blankets. "Don't turn it off! This is so cool!" HolyUp smirked at the real Chacha and tossed her pigtails again. "This stuff is so trite. How can you watch this... this... stuff?" HolyUp's thumb mashed the power button and the room suddenly silenced. The sound of explosions stopped, but was quickly followed by the outraged, "HEY!" of another girl in the room with the two Chacha girls. Chacha's eyes grew round as she turned her head towards Haruka, and the smaller blonde looked as though she were trying to shrink underneath all those cushions. "Uhoh," she said, her nose just barely visible above the dark brown blanket tucked around her. "Haruka-chan looks mad. Turn it back on, HolyUp-chan. Quick!" Haruka indeed looked a little on the pissy side. Her stormy green eyes flashed with annoyance, but she made no move to remove her shoed feet from atop the coffee table in front of her easy chair. Instead, she scooted back until her knees were bent and pointing directly towards the ceiling. "It was getting to the good part," she flared, arms folding across her chest in disgust. Disgust thoroughly aimed at HolyUp. "Good part?" snorted HolyUp in her usual deadpan way. "That chick Dorothy stabbed that Quatre person. All he's gonna do is make some dumb speech about saving humanity and then pass out or something. He's not even good looking!" Chacha's eyes began to get teary at HolyUp's little speech. "Dorothy-chan stabbed Quatre?" Her eyes were positively huge with tears and growing larger with every blink. Her little hands grabbed up sections of blanket and hugged them to her cheeks as she began to wail. "Why would Dorothy-chan do such a terrible thing? Dorothy-chan, Dorothy-chan! Your violence has gotten the better of you!" HolyUp began to wonder if Chacha had even been watching the show. Her eyes rolled upwards and she silently asked Genbu for the strength to get through the evening without needing to throttle the hyper active blonde. Letting out a deep breath through her nose, HolyUp returned to the chair in front of the computer. She was going to let Haruka handle this one. Haruka seemed to be thinking the same thing, as her hand was slapped against her face in exasperation. Her head gave a brief shake before she addressed Chacha again. "Not Dorothy on Mochi-Mochi Mountain, Chacha-san," Haruka sighed, her hand dropping down to rest atop her upraised knees. "Dorothy on Gundam Wing. You know, that blonde girl sword fighting with the blonde boy on the television program we were watching... until SOMEONE turned it off." Her eyes still large and teary, Chacha nodded her head. "Oh," came her small voice. Her watery, blue eyed gaze turned towards HolyUp, who had resumed the noisy clattering of her typing. Haruka, too, had turned her all encompassing stare to the would-be writer. If looks were physical, the tall teen would have been drilling holes into HolyUp's head. HolyUp twitched, her lips quirking up in the right side of her mouth. "Gundam Wing is boring and dumb," she stated. Her voice was only just a tad bit defensive. Still she clacked away on the keyboard, doing her best to ignore the stares. "... I'm not going to turn the tv back on." To make her point, HolyUp then hit the fast access button hooked up to her media program. Seconds later, the throbbing beat of an Utada Hikaru song blared over the computer's speaker system. Hah-hah-hah, HolyUp thought to herself as she returned to writing her newest fanfic. Haruka and Chacha would now have to suffer. She even began to sing along with Hikaru, her fingers flying over her keyboard. Yes, this was much better. She was able to concentrate on her writing, now. Soon, her adoring fans would have another chapter to browse through and praise. At least, those were her thoughts until a man's screaming, "I can't stand the sight of you!" blared just behind her from the television set. HolyUp let out a squeal of surprise, her hands jerking up to cover her ears, but smacking into the edge of the keyboard instead. Her squeal of surprise was quickly turned into squawk of pain. Shaking out her hands to avoid feeling the bruises raise in the backs of her fingers, HolyUp tossed a glare towards the other two blondes in the room. Haruka was now sitting on the couch, the heavy black remote control in her hand, her thumb positioned over the volume adjuster. Chacha was giggling and clapping her hands, her eyes once again riveted to the television screen. The battle between Wufei and Treize was capturing her full attention. One moment she was cheering for Wufei, the next lamenting the explosive fate Treize's gundam unit. Haruka wasn't watching the television, however. Rather, she was smirking at HolyUp, her expression entirely too smug. Over the mixed noise of Wufei's screaming at Treize, and the fast paced music surging out from the computer speakers, HolyUp could barely hear Haruka's sudden laugh. "You should see the look on your face, HolyUp!" she chortled, green eyes sparkling with humour. HolyUp's response was to stick out her tongue at Haruka. Then her hand went to the volume control. Up it went, edging out the sound of the television. It was her turn to look smug for childish actions. "Two can play at this game!" HolyUp shouted in return. This wouldn't end the entertainment war, however. Haruka scowled at HolyUp's stubbornness. Once again, her thumb pressed down on the volume control and the sound from the tv shot up to full volume. The sound in the room was deafening, but both girls weren't satisfied. HolyUp's finger mashed down on the volume up key and held it down. Haruka did the same with the volume control on the channel changer in her hand. Both girls glared at each other from across the room, eyebrows twitching. A crackle of yellow energy, like lightning, even passed back and forth from each girl's right eye and into the other's, so great was their concentration. Chacha's hands were now clasped over her ears, her eyes huge at the waring duo. "A-anou... Haruka-chan? HolyUp-chan? This can't be good." Now worried for her safety, Chacha dove beneath the blankets and cushions, thoroughly hiding herself from view. Covering her ears, she waited. And she wasn't disapointed, either. There was a loud noise, immediately followed by another. It sounded like glass breaking during an explosion of some kind. Steeling her nerves, Chacha's head soon poked out amid the enmassed cushions, the edge of the blanket resting just above her eyeline and atop her red hood. "Waugh!" she cried out in surprise at the sight before her and fell off the couch to land on her shoulder. Her limbs twitched and her eyes went swirly. "Minna no bakaaaa," she groaned. The sight she saw was thus: HolyUp was on her back on the floor, her chair beneath her. Haruka was slumped sideways on her part of the couch, her button down blouse hanging off her shoulder in a typical anime manner of shock. Both of them were covered in soot. And both the television set and the computer speakers were streaming black smoke to stain the ceiling. HolyUp coughed once, a cloud of grey smoke puffing past her lips. She uttered a single, "... Who won?" And from out of nowhere, a lobby of pillows smacked into her from all directions. "Hmph. Some people can't take a joke."