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The one (and only) TricK fanfiction!
Hah! I've found the only fandom that has absolutely no English (and no confirmed Japanese) fanfiction. And I have ruined it! Bwahahaha! Naoko and Ueda, second season and second arc...not like anyone would have spoilers fits. But anyone who does wouldn't have a clue anyway. To make a point for those who haven't watched (basically everyone) the scene with the dream-but-not-really sequence is canon, just where Naoko drags him back down starts diverging a bit...really the show is cracky on its own.





Naoko Yamada was not pacing. As a person, Naoko was far too neurotic to ever do anything as contemplative as pacing. Skittering, yes. Running amok, moreso. Pacing? That involved a single-minded process.

So the little groove in the tatami mats where she was constantly treading over was not, by definition, pacing. She was just wearing it down by constant movement, because that was her style. She wore things down.

At least that's what Ueda told her.

Naoko immediately put that thought out of her mind because she did not like to think about Ueda. However, that left her with only one other thing to think about. Hence, single-minded process. Hence, pacing.

Goddamn him, even when he wasn't around he pissed her off.

No, the only thing left to think about was the case and what kind of cheap tricks Suzuki Yoshiko, a half-assed fortune teller, could use to make them come true. Because it had to be a trick.

Because she didn't really have the power to make her precious something disappear, just because Naoko decided to go up a flight of stairs Yoshiko told her not to go up. Because that's stupid.

Anyway, it was all Ueda's fault. He's the one who blackmailed her into doing it. It was all his fault, and if he was here right now she'd slap him and tell him so.

But he wasn’t. He had vanished.

Naoko stopped in mid-step, her brow furrowed in frustration. He cropped up in her thoughts again. Damn, she was supposed to be concentrating. It wouldn't mean anything if she kept having these distractions!

She was supposed to be concentrating on the illusionist, not on that stupid arrogant jerk. Who mysteriously disappeared after she crossed the stairwell, leaving her alone to investigate Yoshiko alone.

Well, not technically alone. She did have Detective Yabe along, but he was so useless it might as well be going solo. Not that Ueda was really helpful either. In fact, it was a good thing he wasn't here because he'd just be an annoyance. He was the one who convinced her to join the investigation, and if he wasn't around she didn't have to worry about his holier-than-thou act, pushing her to solve this. Hell, she could just go home!

It's not like 'Suzuki-sama' had real powers anyway. And she didn't care about those selfish losers who paid her tribute. So, then, why was she here?

Her precious thing. Right. Well, it's all a load of hocus pocus anyway. There wasn't much in life Naoko Yamada considered precious beyond food and shelter. The traditional things she cared about could take care of themselves. Her turtles had plenty of food and water. She was sure her mother was just fine...of course she didn't technically call her before she dragged Yabe out to search for Ueda to confirm it. But, what the hey! Even more reason to pick up and go home! She could check on her turtles, call her mom and make sure that the phony prediction was completely ineffective. Maybe if she was lucky whatever underhanded trick Yoshiko used would smite that annoying landlady of hers. But that was just wishful thinking on her part.

So why were her knees trembling in fear?

Running out without a plan in the middle of the night with a wig-wearing pussy and a guy with a bag full of yams. For what? A fortune teller who she knew had done nothing to her. She didn't have any precious things to lose.

Spending all that time with Ueda must have made her stupid. It was all his fault anyway.

His fault she was stuck in a cult of morons. His fault she wasn't at home enjoying her rice (which she had won only by cheating a little!). His fault she couldn't go to sleep because she kept thinking about him...

The groove in the tatami mat almost looked like a moat when she stopped pacing. Pacing, because she was being single-minded. And it was driving her up a wall. Pretty soon she'd be hallucinating...

Naoko looked out the window to see a familiar hulk in the shadows, staring at her. Oh god, she was hallucinating.

"Ueda-san?" Naoko blinked in amazement.

The shadow stiffened before running into the brush and Naoko, pacing and worry aside, ran out in pursuit. Because she was determined to find out if she was going crazy. And if that was Ueda for real? She'd kill him.

Her mind was currently on pushing him off a cliff when the figure stumbled and she was able to catch up. She stopped in her tracks to gawk at his lanky frame, huddled up and scrambling to hide from her.

Homicidal urges were put aside as Naoko stood in complete confusion. "Ueda-san? What the hell are you doing?"

He put his hand up to his face and turned aside. "I'm not Ueda. I'm a samurai."

She was going crazy. His fault. All his.

"Ueda!" Naoko shouted and stomped her foot. "Where where you! You ditched me on the bridge and you've been following me around this compound haven't you? What the hell is wrong with you!" She screamed, wanting to punctuate it by screaming how worried she was, but thankfully she wasn't that crazy (yet) and because Ueda-not-Ueda had turned around to interrupt her.

"The timehole is real."

Naoko blinked. "Eh?!?!"

"That's how Shizuki Yoshiko makes predictions. It's real. You have to get away from here."

The only real weakness Naoko had was her incorrigable desire to prove people wrong. Even when it was the least of her concerns like now. "You leave without a trace and come back babbling about that?"

Ueda stood up and took a step near her. "This is a dream."

Then he crouched, and prepared to take a flying leap, one which would have inexplicably carried him off from her vision like some sentai show effect. But this wasn't a sentai show, and Naoko wasn't about to let him have the last word, as she ran up to grab his woolen vest and forcibly hung onto him in order to drag him down back so she could yell at him more. However, she didn't expect he would be strong enough to carry them both, or that she would be landing on top of him as her weight inevitably caused both of them to topple to the forest floor.

And neither did Ueda-not-Ueda.

He cushioned her unintentionally, with a very un-dreamlike 'Umphf!' as both of them collided, his head on packed earth and her head on his chest. He was annoyed she got the better deal. He was more annoyed that his chance of escape was unraveling before his eyes with each second more she had to talk to him and decipher it wasn't a dream. If he wanted to make sure that he could get away he'd have to keep her totally off-balance.

He'd have to do something completely incomprehensible. Something he'd never do in real life.

Naoko's disorientation was wearing off, as she lifted her head to glare at him through mussed up bangs. Something that would keep him from getting killed.

So he did.

Ueda kissed her.

He was relieved to discover that it did all things he wanted it to, the main one was keeping her from killing him. But he was a little surprised to notice after a moment of complete stillness she was returning his kiss.

And despite his fervent scientific principles, the ones he always adhered to except in circumstances where he didn't know what the hell was going on...circumstances like this one, Ueda did what he felt naturally inclined to do.

Which was to put his hands on either side of her face and kiss back.

Their kiss was one of those wholly unexplainable things. Something that ensured either of them that they had no idea what the hell was going on outside of said interest.

So neither could fathom how they ended up crouching together, Ueda leaning over her and Naoko with her arms wrapped around him, lips still locked and eyes still closed.

In the middle of a forest at night.

However, Ueda managed to regain some senses and he suddenly realized that, as nice as this was, he still had other things to prove. And making sure that Naoko remained convinced he was gone was one of them if he was going to solve the timehole deception Yoshiko was using to swindle other people. This? The feeling of Naoko slightly tugging his lower lip, it was very nice. But he was scared shitless of actually analyzing it for many reasons he didn’t want to list. So Ueda did a very stupid thing.

He knocked Naoko unconscious.

Bye bye single-mindedness. Or mindedness at all.

*~*~*~*

Naoko woke up with a throbbing headache, shivering and feeling rather embarrassed although she didn't know why. Her cheek was resting on cold tile. It had a slightly slimy tinge to it that made her wince and quickly sit up, which was a horrible thing to do because that only made the pain in her head spike and grow in intensity.

'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'it's not fair to get a hangover if I can't remember getting drunk.'

But of course Naoko's mind, being ever so helpful, graciously supplied her with something rivaling drunken behavior in the category of wanting the world to swallow you up and never be seen again. Her eyes squinted shut and she buried her face in her (also grimy!) hands, trying to curl up into a ball and make the bad, embarrassing images go away. Of course, lying at the front of a bathroom floor was also embarrassing, but there were priorities in her mind, and the former was much, much worse.

"Hey, what're you doing sleeping in the floor woman?" said a voice as welcome to Naoko's ears as jackhammers on full tilt.

"Wha?" Naoko slurred, looking to the bathroom stalls and then immediately deciding that, as bad as first embarrassment was, getting off the floor to avoid the second was efficient.

Yabe ungraciously helped tug her up, remarking, "Are you some kind of narcolepsy freak? Who falls asleep going to the bathroom?"

Naoko wanted to retort that she didn't fall asleep, but then the images came back and she was blushing too hard to even tell him his wig was crooked. She was torn in utter confusion over believing what happened was an utter truth (not possible, because she couldn't stand him so for her to kiss him, well, that's what horrible subconscious nightmares are for, right?! Kissing someone she thought was a jerk and liking it. Big, huge nightmare) and an utter fabrication (but it felt so real, the way his scrawny beard tickled, the utter moronic statements he made...).

Yabe shoved her, lighter than usual in an attempt to get her awake, "Well? What did you do last night?"

"I..." Naoko stopped. "I guess I just fell asleep."

God, she hated having recurring dreams. It made her feel so...single-minded.