Agggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........

Traffic............

This was awful...........

Kyoko banged her head against the steering wheel seven times. Her horn honked each time, but it didn't really matter. This was the kind of traffic where people were getting out of cars to shoot each other; her car was far from the only one blaring. This was the absolute worst thing that could have possibly happened after that huge cliffhanger last chapter.

Apparently there was a bad accident a little ways up the road. A big pileup-- a couple people died already, with a ton of injuries too. How inconsiderate! Couldn't those jerks go find another road to wreck on other than the one Kyoko had to use? She started punching the horn out of sheer frustration. “Why!”--Punch--”Can't!”--Punch--”I!”--Punch--”Just!”--Punch--”Fly!”--Punch. Kyoko's crippling insecurities about her lack of flight capabilities were revealed in this moment, changing our perspective of her forever.

“Just...” Kyoko looked at the camera showing us her every action and punched the lens out. Everything went dark. “Go to the next chapter already. Skip this gosh-darned bull donkey.” Can't do that just yet, Kyoko. You of all people should understand this. Chapters in a series have to exponentially increase in wordcount or it will not be a good story.

“No plot will advance this way! Just do it.”

No.

“Fuck you.”

That's an expletive, all right. There goes our T Rating. Y'know, you're a sassy little lass, but I'll let you pass. Or, more accurately, the author will. I'm just the narrator, but... A gig's a gig.

“So this meaningless filler chapter will finally end, and next scene I'll be at the wedding?”

Pffffft. You're funny, Ms. Sakura.

“What do you mean by that?!”