I'm A Little Teapot
Disclaimer: It's quite unfortunate that I don't own Guilty Gear. The least they could've done is give me Millia instead of releasing the hounds on me. *sigh* Enjoy the fic anyways. I know it's short, but it had to be done.
Ky is in his room dusting off his cute little tea sets. He seems quite happy and starts humming. Soon, it turns into a full fledged song.
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout," Ky begins.
Meanwhile Sol is spying on Ky.
"What the hell.?" the lumbering man thinks to himself.
"When I get all steamed up, hear me shout."
Sol sweat drops horrendously.
"Just flip me over and pour me out!"
Ky now imitates a teapot being tipped over. Sol decides to make his presence known at this point.
"You know, I originally came here to berate you like usual, but I can see you beat me to it this time."
Ky looks up quickly, his face flushing a bright pink.
"Um, how long were you there?" Ky asks tentatively.
"Long enough to take pictures."
"That's blackmail!"
"So it is."
Sol turns on his heel and jumps out the window.
"Sol! Wait! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
And forever on Ky became the butt of many a fighting game character's joke.
A scene of a bar in some remote location filled with an assortment of fighting game characters.
Ky walks in.
"Hey! Look! It's Ky Kiske the teapot boy!" Ken Masters yells out.
"Hey there Mr. Prissy! How ya doin'?" Hsien-Ko follows up.
"I swear, I will get my revenge!" Ky yells at Sol, who is handing out pictures to other people while they give him money.
"Is it my fault I'm making a profit off your pain?"
"YES!"
"OOO! I like that one where his butt is in front of the camera," Jam Kurodaberi says.
"Here ya go, miss. That'll be twenty bucks."
"Whee! Yay! Now I have a picture of Ky being cute!"
Jam then hugs Ky, who sighs.
"Oh well. At least I still have the fangirls. . ."
THE END
After Words: Aw, poor Ky. I'm surprised I never saw this joke done before. Heh, that makes me the first then. Hope everyone enjoyed this, it popped into my head one morning before class. I just had to write it down. Do review.
-TrekTournament
Disclaimer: It's quite unfortunate that I don't own Guilty Gear. The least they could've done is give me Millia instead of releasing the hounds on me. *sigh* Enjoy the fic anyways. I know it's short, but it had to be done.
Ky is in his room dusting off his cute little tea sets. He seems quite happy and starts humming. Soon, it turns into a full fledged song.
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout," Ky begins.
Meanwhile Sol is spying on Ky.
"What the hell.?" the lumbering man thinks to himself.
"When I get all steamed up, hear me shout."
Sol sweat drops horrendously.
"Just flip me over and pour me out!"
Ky now imitates a teapot being tipped over. Sol decides to make his presence known at this point.
"You know, I originally came here to berate you like usual, but I can see you beat me to it this time."
Ky looks up quickly, his face flushing a bright pink.
"Um, how long were you there?" Ky asks tentatively.
"Long enough to take pictures."
"That's blackmail!"
"So it is."
Sol turns on his heel and jumps out the window.
"Sol! Wait! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
And forever on Ky became the butt of many a fighting game character's joke.
A scene of a bar in some remote location filled with an assortment of fighting game characters.
Ky walks in.
"Hey! Look! It's Ky Kiske the teapot boy!" Ken Masters yells out.
"Hey there Mr. Prissy! How ya doin'?" Hsien-Ko follows up.
"I swear, I will get my revenge!" Ky yells at Sol, who is handing out pictures to other people while they give him money.
"Is it my fault I'm making a profit off your pain?"
"YES!"
"OOO! I like that one where his butt is in front of the camera," Jam Kurodaberi says.
"Here ya go, miss. That'll be twenty bucks."
"Whee! Yay! Now I have a picture of Ky being cute!"
Jam then hugs Ky, who sighs.
"Oh well. At least I still have the fangirls. . ."
THE END
After Words: Aw, poor Ky. I'm surprised I never saw this joke done before. Heh, that makes me the first then. Hope everyone enjoyed this, it popped into my head one morning before class. I just had to write it down. Do review.
-TrekTournament