Die Notizen von Autor: Aussehen bei meinem poppigen japanischen Titel! Ist das nicht prima? Japanisch ist so prima, aber ich wei� die Sprache nicht. Ich sehe immer anime aber! Ich mag "Pokerman", "Sailor MoonRSVP", "Digitman ", "Harry Potter", "Cheers" (nicht ein anime ^_ ^) und "Neon Genesis Evangelist". Sie sind RAD! Japanische Leute sind so k�hl. Ich glaube, da� ich einmal eine japanische Person sah. Er ist vielleicht koreanisch gewesen. Jedenfalls, hier ist eine wunderbare Geschichte �ber die gr��te Liebe von Norriss Leben. Es ist auch ein "songfic"! Wenn Sie das nicht wissen, was das ist, werde ich Sie erz�hlen. Ein "songfic" ist, wo Sie eine Geschichte und gesetzte Lied-Liedtexte in die Mitte von Abs�tzen bringen. Macht das Spa� nicht? Ich mag Spa�.

NOT the English Translation: This is NOT a Chrono Cross fanfiction story. Do not confuse it with something else that is. It does NOT have Norris in it, looking for his true love. It does NOT feature him in a failed hijacking attempt. It does NOT have Algus from FFTactics in it with a crossbow. It is NOT a songfic. It does NOT have promotional materials from Shoneys in it. It does NOT contain cholesterol. It does NOT play games with you or your dog. I like Ghostwriter. But he and the rest of the team are NOT in it. It does NOT have Iron Chef Chinese in it. It is NOT Grobyc. I am NOT Bernadette Peters. It does NOT feature scary porcelain dolls. It does NOT contain Walt Disney's cryogenically frozen head. Do NOT call me and ask me to perform at your birthday party. Most importantly, I do NOT, I repeat NOT like Izlude Tingel. Our transmitter is NOT located at 5760, Peppermill Drive. We do NOT broadcast at 100mHz in one ear and then adding 104mHz to the other. We are NOT happy to revieve your letters and comments. Do NOT have a nice day.

Imagine me and you, I do...

He couldn't contain himself quite anymore these days...

I think about you day and night, it's only right...

Norris Fairlaine trembled as he walked down the avenue. Everywhere he looked seemed to represent a romantic, nearly foreign atmosphere. Little coffee shops that smell of fine bean roasts. Streetside caf�s with mysterious men and women dressed in shaded spectacles and grey trenchcoats, watching the world hurry by while they drink frothy coffee without a care. Flower peddlers push the carts containing their fragrant, colorful wares, all while trying to earn a living. The air smelled heavily of coffee and fine cigarettes.

Paree~e holds the keyy~y to your heart! And all of Paree~e plays a paaaa~arrr~rrrt!

Actually, it was the Termina Turnpike and he had been hitchhiking for hours. The white-striped black strip of steaming asphalt stretched ahead endlessly. Of all the days for a car to break down and explode into bits in the emergency lane of a highway, it had to pick the hottest, muggiest, heaviest, sweatiest day of the year. Oh well. After all, it is to be expected. Nobody controls those cars anyway. They have minds of their own.

Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything in its right place. In its right place. In its right place. In its right place.

"This is ridiculous," he said to himself. "I have been hitchhiking for hours, yet nobody wants to pick me up. What's wrong with me? Maybe I smell?" A quick inspection revealed otherwise. "I wish I had a nun costume. Or I looked like a pregnant and/or beautiful woman!" Suddenly, he felt the cogitures and gearitures of his inner mindature working. The cobwebs were pulled up from the recesses of his his rarely-used brain.

We're gonna turn it on. We're gonna bring you the power. We're gonna light up the dark of night like the brightest day in a whole new way.

But he soon forgot the idea. Oh well. Besides, everyone knows that the real reason that he's not getting picked up is because everyone in Termina has bikes due to lack of vehicle parking so what's the point of getting a car? No car equals no use of the highway, right? It's a real shame too, since they had to pave over the

They paved Paradise and put up a parking lot. With a pink hotel, boutique and swingin' hot spot.

"Termina Endangered Cute Baby Animal Funpark and Petting Zoo" and the "Local 300000000-Year-Old Redwood Forest" to put it up. However, much to his surprise and the baby animal's chagrin, a dusty old red VW Golf sputtered down the highway at approximately 6 miles per hour.

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor. And she's dancing like she's never danced before."

Norris was feeling rather smelly and sweaty and ugly and stupid and mad and cross and peevish at this point, after walking in the 190 degree weather on a highway with nothing to see but bees and low shrubs.

Bees. Bees. Bees. Bees. Buzzin' in bushes. Buzzin' in trees. Buzzin' around wherever they please. There's nothing so sweet as a honeybee.

Norris decided to hijack the car.

(Isn't that fun? Whee! Hijacking is good fun, kids! Remember, if you see a car by the side of the road, or even if it's going nice and slow on the highway, it's a great target for a carjack! It's a neat-o way to pass the time and you won't get in any trouble! Honest! Just remember to wear gloves so the fuzz won't get your prints. It's good family fun! While you're at it, you can play "Burglar" at the nearest 7-11 with your new car friend! It's fun and the guy at the counter won't care. Really! It's true! DO IT!!!)

Mr. Fairlaine slowly drew his gun and put it back in his pocket. He flagged the car down, and it stopped for him.

I'll stop the world and melt with you. You've seen the future and it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you.

"Alright, Mister! Put your hands up and get out of the car! This is a car--!!!!!"

It was Algus. "Tell me something I don't know," the younger blonde said. Tilting his head, he spoke quietly, with a disconcerting calmness and a heavy accent. "Oh, what? Are you trying to emulate my hair? I know they say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, but....they also say flattery gets you nowhere, eh?"

Norris was at a loss for words.

You're taking meee~eee! To the point of no return! AOH-AOH AOHHHHH~H!

Before Norris could even stumble across a poorly thought-out sentence, Algus pointed a crossbow in his face. "Get in the car," Algus demanded, calmly.

Norris peed himself. Oh well...it's not like anyone would notice since he was so sweaty already. However, he sat in the passenger seat as Algus started the car back up. Norris chuckled. "Heh heh. So...nice car, kid. Aren't you too young for a crossbow?"

"Shut up, you turtle," replied an extremely calm Algus as he drove down the highway. It seemed as if the car was going slower than Norris's walking. However, Norris is a slacker at heart and would rather sit alongside a lunatic in a car going at 6mph than walk a few miles.

We built this city! We built this city on rock 'n' roll-- built this city! We built this city on rock 'n' rolllll~l!

"Uh. Huh huh. Huh. You know, it's usually the other way around during a hijacking," squirted Norris, chucking dumbly.

"I was thinking I told you to shut up. On topping that, called you a turtle. Was that not enough?" queried Algus, in broken English.

Norris then noted that Algus had broken handcuffs on his wrists and a Long Sword covered in pudding in the back seat. "Uh...so...how many cars have you stolen, kid?"

The car suddenly lurched to a stop. Norris was immediately ejected from the seat and thrown onto the highway. The passenger side door slammed shut without Norris and Algus drove off at 150 mph, shouting various obscenities in a foreign language.

"Gosh darn it! I darn you to heck, kid!!" Norris shouted after the blue Golf, throwing rocks in its direction.

So take! These broken wings! And learn to fly again! Learn to live so freeeeee! When we hear! The voices sing! The book of love will open up and let us in!!

"Why am I even hitchhiking again?" Norris asked himself, his true vacuity present. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed.

"I'M OFF TO FIND MY TRUE LOVE!!!"

(Oeeeoeeooooowaaoeeoeoo) I dream of raii~in....ra-hayn-heeiiaaan...(ooowwwnenenewaaana)....desert rose...blah blah...(oeeeoeeeoeoeoewaaaa)

Norris skipped and frolicked and jumped and capered and pampered and sauntered and arabesqued and walked and runned and fell and drove and skated down the highway. He finally made it to Termina by nightfall.