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A/N - YEAH! And now I'm back -back back -from outer space -space space- I just walked in to find you here with... yada yada yada, and so on and so forth! YAY! Welcome to the sequel to Traumatized! YAY! I finally decided to keep writing it because I having a Yaoi block, like a writers block but only the Yaoi part. It means you write the whole story but when you get to THAT part -you know what I'm talking about- you totally zone out. So here's Terrorized! The sequel, I repeat, the SEQUEL, not prequel, to Traumatized. Enjoy the show.
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TERRORIZED
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CHAPTER I
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"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood! A beautiful day in the neighborhood! Oh would you be mine... would you be MINE!"
Sima Yi glared at his suddenly offensive sandwich. "Zhang He... I know you said you'd, quote, get me back, end quote, but... bashing me over the head with your locker then singing children's songs for three hours is a little over doing it."
Unfortunately for Sima Yi his only response was on of those 'I-can-make-you-life-a-living-hell' type glares that Zhang He was getting so good at. "IT IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENNNNNNNDDDSSSSS! YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIEEEEEENNNNNDDDDSSSS!"
"LOOK! I'M SORRY OKAY! I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS I DID TO EVER DESERVE THIS, BUT I'M SORRY!" The other boy screamed, throwing his sandwich at some random person out of spite.
Zhang He pulled a comb out of his pocket, how he could fit anything in the pockets of those spandex pants Sima Yi would never know, and continued singing while brushing his hair. "Tele-tubbies! Tele-tubbies!"
Sima Yi was about to go insane, he swore he was going to go into the office and shoot everyone with that gun he knew the secretary had under her desk. Then Zhen Ji turned up, for the first time in the few months that he and Zhang He had been together, he was actually happy to see her. "ZHEN JI, HELLO! COME JOIN US, OH GOD PLEASE, COME JOIN US!"
Zhang He finally stopped singing. "Hey Ji-ji! Waz up?"
"Nm, U?"
"Same."
"Well, C U later."
Sima Yi blinked as she just waltzed off. "Did she just say... 'N' 'M' and 'C' 'U'?"
Zhang He continued brushing his hair. "Duh, it's the way all the cool kids are talking these days."
The other boy frowned. "I don't talk like that."
"That's cause you're so not cool, but don't worry," Zhang He patted his head, "I st-will wove you, muffins!"
Sima Yi sneered. "This coming from miss. Barbie panties."
"YOU SPEAK LIIIIIEEEEESSS! Besides... they're not Barbie... they're Diva Stars..."
Sima Yi rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. "You ever though of getting a thong?"
Zhang he blinked, thinking about it. "No... they give you this weird line down the centre of your..."
"...Cause a thong would be hot..."
GAAAHH? The long haired boy stood up on the bench at a frighteningly fast speed. "WHO ARE YOU! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY NERDY NON-AROUSABLE BOYFRIEND! HUH! HUH?"
Anyone less then ten feet away from the bench began backing away slowly. Sima Yi covered his face with one hand. "Zhang He... sit down... please."
"NO! WHERE'S 'MY' SIMA YI! TELL ME! TELL ME NOW! ARE YOU AN ALIEN? TAKE OF THAT MASK!"
The brunette grabbed the screaming boy's hand and pulled him roughly back down into an upright seated position. "You done?"
"Uh... yeah, yup, uh huh." Zhang He nodded vigorously.
"Good." Sima Yi sighed, leaning back. "I just have one question though."
Zhang he was still nodding.
Sima Yi leaned in really close and gave him one of those 'looks like sex was dripping from his eyes' type looks. "If I got you the little sexy maid outfit I saw at the lauderay shop, would you dress up, sing some bubblegum pop music and then do a strip dance for me?"
Zhang He gapped.
There was an awkward moment of silence.
Then the other boy leaned back and chuckled. "I'm just kidding."
The long haired boy's eyes dilated. "K-k-k-k-k-k-k-kidd-kidd-kidd..." Zhang He fainted.
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Lu Xun was sitting on the couch in the living room (-don't ask why they aren't at school-) when the front door opened. Gan Ning stood there for a second, holding a bag. The older boy blinked a few times before entering the house and going straight to the bedroom, dropping the bag on the bed. Lu Xun followed close behind him and watched as the bag fell off the bed onto the ground.
"Gan Ning, what are you doing." He asked.
Gan Ning smiled on of those suspiciously-happy smiles. "Nooothing..."
Lu Xun's golden eyes slid towards the contents of the bag that had spilled out onto the ground. "What's that stuff?"
Gan Ning shoved the stuff under the bed with one foot. "Nooothing..."
The boy glared at him. "Stop that."
"What?"
"Stop saying 'nooothing' over and over again. It's starting to piss me off!"
The older bo smirked. "Awwwwe! Are you going into heat? Are you having your girlie PMS issues?"
That did it. Lu Xun snapped like a twig, you could practically hear it. "THAT'S IT! YOU SO DEAD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU THEN DIG YOU UP AND KILL YOU AGAIN! GET BACK HERE WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!"
At least this'll take his mind off what was in the bag.
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"Sima Yi what did you do to him?" Zhen Ji asked, poking Zhang He, who was still lying on the ground unconscious, with her chopsticks.
Sima Yi shrugged. "I don't know. I was just joking around."
Zhen Ji gasped. "But... You... you... you... you NEVER 'joke around'. It... it's just... so not you."
Sima Yi continued eating Zhang He's taco. Cao Cao walked up to them. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM!"
"He fainted." All the people within five meters of the bench answered.
"Ah..." Cao Cao stroked his goatee, "I see... well!" He picked up Zhang He (-I know that's awkward-) "I'll just bring him to the nurse, you can visit him after school."
Zhan Ji exploded into a fountain of tears. "AHHHHHHH! MY POOR BABY!"
Sima Yi twitched.
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A/N - I don't own any of those songs, I don't own Barbie, I don't own Diva Stars, and I don't own DW. If I did... heh... heh... (-hentai thoughts-)... Tune in next time to find out what's in Gan Ning's bag! And what will happen to Zhang He? AND I LIKE REVIEWS! Especially nice reviews... so like... Review... please... I'd be nice... and stuff... Yeeeah... hope you enjoyed the show.
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