Seymour and Gaymour

Prologue

Seymour is a pansy, no doubt about it. However much you may love him, you can't deny the fact that he is a total moron. How many evil psychotic maniacs have a high pitched voice? Anyway this story isn't about Seymour; it's about his twin brother...

After 3 years of living together, Seymour's mother (AKA Anima) and his father, Lord Jyscal, decided they would have a child. He would be brought up as a strong leader, and have no intentions of killing or being queer. At the time of Seymour's birth, they discovered a second baby. Unfortunately, it was attached to the top of Seymour's head.

The second baby was rather unwanted. After the attention had been set on his twin brother Seymour, the twin left. Not on purpose though. He was dumped in a pile of seaweed that lay in a rock pool. The brother had the name Gaymour

About 10 years later the twins were 12. Seymour had gravity defying hair and the other had fairly " normal" short cut brown hair.

Seymour was on his way to the title " psychotic moron" and Gaymour had got himself a job as a stripper at a gay-bar. Pretty different eh?

Seymour was then unable to control the evil in him and killed his father at the age of 21. However, his brother had now got a job of wearing "invisible clothes" in parades.

Chapter 1

" Pretty possum, aren't you?" Gaymour said to his pet. Of course there was nothing odd about keeping a "special friend" in his apartment...but it was the only friend he had. Gaymour often wondered about his past, his fear of any water, the dent in the top of his head and his favorite hobby. (Guess...) Gaymour wanted to know more. All he knew was what had happened after the water incident.

Up 'till now, Gaymour had nothing to do and since he was butt-ugly no woman even dared to look his way in fear of sight of him! He took refuge in a cardboard box and earned a petty living of 10p licking the pigeon poop off the floor. According to him, it goes well with mayonnaise; anyway he worked his way to the top and began licking bubblegum off the street instead.

Now he wondered what he would do with his life. Maybe he should have had a different name, would hat have been any better? But he didn't seem to think so.

"Come here my pretty boy" he called to his possum. The possum stared; " okay then, have it your way, come here gorgeous!" the possum ran to Gaymour's outstretched arms.

Thousands of miles away, Seymour was eating when a message arrived. It stated "come meet me, you're hot. From you're admirer...Gaymour" Seymour rolled his eyes.

" For gods sake Gaymour! Who the hell are you?" he shouted. Seymour and Gaymour had met on the Internet. " I'm not meeting up with this God forsaken puff! Although the pictures of him he sent me are rather sexy..."

Back in Paris, Gaymour awaited the reply of rejection he had always received from Seymour. He really wanted to meet up. Ever since the web dating came out, Seymour had rejected his brother's passionate letters to meet.

A few days later, Gaymour sat in his apartment tending to his possum's needs when an extremely terrified mailman knocked on the door.

" Mail from Seymour Guado, to Gaymour Gaydo." The postman said as he cowered desperately pulling his coat over his bottom.

" Thanks for the mail gorgeous, it makes you look even more hot when you cower like that..."

" Keep away!" and the mailman began sprogging off (sprogging- verb: a word derived of jogging and sprinting, that Nyviay and Cyraxis cleverly put together. (E.g.) the run Tidus does)

" Hah! What's his problem" he opened the letter curiously " to Gaymour, seeing as you and I have a similar personality, I would also like to meet. Don't get you're hopes up...Seymour"

A month later, Gaymour was on the plane to Guado Salam...

sorry it's so short, I'll let Cyraxis write the next chapter. Please review! Even if you don't like it. It may be offensive to some, but I apologize. You defiantly can't argue with me that Seymour Guado...is a pansy.