A rainstorm kind of messed up my internet and without my internet, I really had no will to go onto the computer. I'm really, really, really hoping to have everything updated by the end of the month, because I don't like breaking promises, but we'll see how things go.

...I need to stop finding distractions.

Well, besides that, I also sprained my little toe. It's pretty much a freak accident according to some of the pharmacists I talked to. I can't really walk very far. The 7-11, which is like two blocks away, is a pain. Especially now since they've started construction on the road going there.

Anyone else's lives just plain suck?

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Anime Conventions 101

by infidelityONcrank

Chapter 2

He watched as the smoke curled upwards in tantalizing patterns. It was his only amusement, besides the others who stepped out for a stick.

He had come some distance away from the convention center to get peace. He wasn't far, a block or two away, but it was still quite a walk by one's self.

After he flicked the second one during his break to the ground, crushing it with the toe of his shoe, he left. It lay there, like a banked seal with no water to escape to.

The walk back was fairly uninteresting. A few late comers to the con honked and waved to anyone who was cosplaying. Some people even shouted out the window how many cat-people they saw. (He counted eleven within the hour.) Some people who were walking tried to capture him into their conversations but to little avail.

People were friendly here in America, but back home everyone was respectful and polite. As he neared the con, people often complimented his contacts.

"Woah, dud, check out his eyes. They're, like, black and stuff." said someone off to the side. He glanced over and flashed the guy who had spoken a slight smile. "Hey, dude, where'd you get those contacts."

"Online." he lied. Almost. He had no idea really where his make-up artist had gotten them. She had simply supplied them, along with the black wig he was currently wearing, to him.

"Cool man."

"You sound English." said a cosplayer off to his right, as she, too, waited for the crossing guards to tell them it was okay to go.

"I am." he answered, not meeting her eye. "I grew up there."

"Where in England are you from? London? Liverpool?"

"Small town. No place significant."

"Oh..."

A whistle shrieked through the air, signaling them to cross. He was much more comfortable when he was inside, where is was dimmer and much more crowded.

He checked out the Dealer's Room and Artist Alley several times before really looking at their products. Most of it was stuff he had seen before. Homemade magnets of characters, collars, cuffs, headbands, dolls, prints, dresses, manga, and virtually anything else an otaku would ever dream of in one place.

"Hey, you!"

He turned to look at who had called him. It was a rather annoying looking cross dresser (it was really quite obvious, her face was too feminine to be male but she pulled off the bishounen thing well). She held up of copy of her manga... It actually didn't look half bad. The art caught the eye, so he decided to check it out.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"You'll have to ignore him." her tablemate said, a girl dressed as a Dorothy, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Leon can be like that sometimes."

"Leon's obviously a girl." he said coldly, flipping through a copy. The manga had werewolves. Pretty cool. "Is this like a werewolf version of Twilight?"

The Dorothy balked at him.

"Don't ever insult us by comparing us to Meyer's work." Leon growled. He completely changed his demeanor and said, "Her work is to be respected, as it was creative and new. Also, it brought back vamps."

"Our vampires are blood thirsty murderers and they don't sparkle." Dorothy said matter-of-factly. "Because, seriously, glittering vampires? What'll they think of next? Vampires that actually burst into flames? Puh-lease! Everybody knows that vampires are just weaker in the daytime... Right? Leon, why are you looking at me like that? ...Is there something on my face?"

"You didn't grow up watching old films much, did you?" Leon asked. She turned to him and said, "By the way, if you're going to buy that, it's three bucks."

He paid them in singles (plus a some spare change he had in his pocket) before he headed to the first booth of the Dealer's Room. Three young women and a young man were working there. They each seemed to have their own personality. The only male was fairly loud and drew customers in. Two of the women, both of whom were voluptuous, chatted their customers into buying wigs and hair accessories. The third woman, who seemed more like a girl, sold them their wears. They all seemed to charm their customers in their each particular way.

He eyed a few wigs from a safe distance. Unfortunately for him, he was spotted by the scantily clad cat-woman.

"Nyaa~, do you like anything you see?" she asked, kneeling on the floor seductively in front of him, acting quite cat-like. "All of our wigs are handmade and the same with our hair pieces. Tsubaki-chan and Bu-tan made them."

It was official, this lady was crazy. He started to back away, but she latched her paws (hands?) onto his belt. He was saved by the girl who was working cashier.

"Blair go bug somebody else." she shooed.

The cat-person huffed off. She easily forgot him and started to flirt with somebody else. He pitied him.

"I'm sorry about her." the girl said, turning towards him. "She's rather strange like that most of the time. I think she was dropped on her head, quite literally, as a child. That or she spent too much time around cats. Sorry, I'm babbling, aren't I?"

"You're kind of cute when you babble." he smirked. "How old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?"

"I'm eighteen." she scoffed, turned on her tow quickly and walking back to her seat.

He rolled his eyes. Moody much? But she was pretty cute. She was even cuter when she was mad, like she was right now.

He tailed after her, hooked on her innocent charm.

"Look, I need a wig." he said to her, leaning over the little table she sat behind.

"Why?" she asked. "The one you're wearing right now looks fine. Better than fine, actually, it looks like your real hair color."

"You can tell I have a wig on?"

"And contacts."

He blinked. She was quite good at noticing small things.

"Why are you wearing a wig? You're obviously not dressed as a character." she noted with a sniff.

"I doubt that your eyes are that green." he said. Her eyes were an unnatural emerald like any other he had ever seen.

"Nope, I don't wear contacts. Or wigs. Or make up for that matter. Anyway, you said you needed a wig?"

"I'll just send one of my... friends over." he decided. "She'll pick out something suitable, if the wears are nice."

He smirked, inwardly as he walked away, charmed by her flushed cheeks and hissy scowl she shot his way for as long as she could see him walk down the aisles.

Cute, short, and pretty much to the point, this chapter. I really couldn't think of anything else, sorry.

I have to drive my mom home after she has a slight foot operation tomorrow, so I have to wake up early (seven something) and go with her.

Thank you to poolday, This Little Lily, Shini-Lexy, Nina Saint, Adelaide Miller, and KittyAttack for adding this story to their story alerts list.

Thank you to YAYfanfics101 and so x ma is awesome for adding this to their favorite stories list.

AnImEKaReSu: Anime cons are so much fun, you should try to at least visit one for a day when there's one near you.

poolday: Ah, the hairy legs aren't that bad. There are some here and there, but not many.

Shini-Lexy: One of us... one of us... one of us... one of us... -.-; You got me and a friend saying it.

xxxCloverxxx: Yeah, you do see people begging to take pictures quite often. ACen rarely has any guys with hairy legs. Only some don't shave for their own amusement.

Katsumara: Oh course there will be more of this! There's three to four days of an anime convention! Thus, making it quite a handful of a story. A plot that only lasts three or four days... It makes my head all hurty.

ZombieKid: Your wish has been granted.