Follow the Leader

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I heard the song Ai no Uta (apparently it means Song of Love) and I got rather inspired to do a songfic based on the lyrics. Enjoy!

Title: Follow the Leader
Author: Me, Leonic
Rating: U
Summary: I can't really say caus I can't find much of a plot to this one-off piece
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The song, the many references, are all unowned by me.

 

Before you read, I ought to explain about a gaming character called Olimar and Pikmin as they are refered to quite a lot. Olimar is a space captain who can pull out little plant-like creatures called Pikmin from the ground to help him fight, as he can't fight alone. The Pikmin can be thrown, they can make a chain, and - here's the saddest fact of all - they get eaten by creatures, which means their lives are short lived.
Here's what Olimar and Pikmin look like:


 

 

Follow the Leader

 

Uprooted we’ll follow you alone

Clive was just like Olimar. He had total control over the show, he was the one who took the lead, he was the one who decided the winner of the show, he was the one who decided when a game should end. The cast were like the Pikmin; Clive was the one who told who would be playing the next game, just like Olimar using the Pikmin. The cast had to follow Clive’s orders, they couldn’t escape it, just like Olimar using the Pikmin.

 

Today once again, we’ll carry, fight, multiply, and then be eaten

That was always the way things were on the show. The cast was big and always multiplying. Every member carried the burden of showing off their quick wits and improvisation skills. They always fought for the highest popularity, for the greatest recognition. And just one wrong move meant they were off the show, or “eaten”. It was a constant fight for survival.

 

Dug up, we’ll meet again and be thrown around

But we’ll follow you forever

They were all dug up through auditions, just like Olimar pulling the Pikmin out of the ground. Clive took total control of them, picking who would be the next performers and who could sit out, just like Olimar chucking the Pikmin forwards to attack. But despite their hatred of hoedowns and despite sometimes being picked for a game they weren’t particularly keen of playing, they still followed Clive, they never broke away.

 

I guess it’s time to play

Maybe we’ll go out quietly

Yes, it was time to amuse, time to act, time to show their potentials to the public. It was time for more verbal attacks, for more of a laugh, for adults fooling around on stage, and for causing stomach-hurting comedy. Perhaps today was the day there would be no massive cheer as they took their seats, waiting for the show to begin. Perhaps today’s welcoming cheer would be just like their first time, being the freshly uprooted one, joining on a massive chain of others, just like a chain of Pikmins.

 

Ah, ah … falling in love …

Under that sky …

On this planet, where so many life forms live…

The more they were on the show, the more they just realised how much they were falling in love with it. It was great once they got used to the concept. They were just performing away, so carefree under the sky of improvisation, in their own little world. There were so many styles of improvisation it was just like a separate life form for each style.

 

Today once again we’ll carry, fight, multiply, and then be eaten

Uprooted we’ll gather, and be thrown

The cast was big and always multiplying. Every member carried the burden of showing off their quick wits and improvisation skills. They always fought for the highest popularity, for the greatest recognition. And just one wrong move meant they were off the show, or “eaten”. It was a constant fight for survival. But they were still one big party, all uprooted from the ground, each one ready for Clive to decide who to perform next.

 

But we won’t ask you to love us

They had no need to ask. As best friends, their love would grow. After all, spending so much time looking stupid, doing and saying embarrassing stuff, and interacting with each other meant a natural growth of their love for each other.

 

I guess it’s time to play

Maybe we’ll try harder

Yes, it was time to amuse, time to act, time to show their potentials to the public. It was time for more verbal attacks, for more of a laugh, for adults fooling around on stage, and for causing stomach-hurting comedy. And yes, they would have to improve, they would have to try harder to keep up with their game, to keep going over the standard bar they had set. Yes, they would always try just that tiny bit harder each time to make a difference.

 

Ah, ah … falling in love …

Under that sky …

The more they were on the show, the more they just realised how much they were falling in love with it. It was great once they got used to the concept. They were just performing away, so carefree under the sky of improvisation, in their own little world.

 

We’ll work together, fight, and be eaten

But we’ll follow you forever

The cast were just like the Pikmin. Together they fought to make the show the best, together they created on and off screen friendship bonds, and they would suffer the hardships together. And no matter what happened, at the end of the day they were still following Clive, just like the Pikmin following Olimar all the time.

 

We’ll fight, be silent, and follow you

But we won’t ask you to love us …

They were always willing to fight, willing to fall silent, willing to follow Clive, just like the Pikmin do with Olimar. Despite the constant comedy, the small or no amount of points Clive gave away, they were still willing to follow Clive, just like the Pikmin following Olimar.

 

And they never had to ask for love. No matter what, the love always tagged along as the last Pikmin in the chain following Olimar.