Love Bites
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This is the slightly edited version of Love Bites. Due to 's previous removal of this story, despite the fact that there was no reason to remove it and they used the lame excuse of "chat/real person/interactive etc" which doesn't apply and that I've had a few fics removed now, I'll take Mikaa up on his generous offer of putting it up himself. The only change is that I removed the muse skits to minimise risk. Shame, I'm quite fond of my talkative muses... Kyarorain
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"Garet! Put him down now! Or else I'll have to make you!"
Isaac was rudely awoken by the sound of screeching and he tried to think about who it could possibly be. It had sounded like a woman, but exactly which woman had it been? He blearily looked out of the window and yawned at a particularly bright cloud. He immediately regretted it as the sun popped out from behind that very cloud and beamed directly in his face. Isaac winced and jumped out of bed, quietly cursing himself for forgetting to draw the curtains. Although most people would rather draw art not curtains... ahem.
Isaac rubbed his eyes as he walked towards his wall mirror and winced as he stepped on the Cloak Ball which had fallen off his dresser last night. The force of stepping on a round object and wincing as he did so caused him to land on his butt. The cross Venus Adept grabbed the Cloak Ball and plonked it back on the dresser with a loud thump, that could easily have been confused for a body falling down the stairs, although that would make many more thumps than a black sphere being smacked down on a dresser by an offended Venus Adept.
Continuing to glare at the Cloak Ball, Isaac edged away towards the mirror and proceeded to smack into the wall since he forgot to look where he was going. Grimacing, Isaac finally managed to reach the mirror and his mouth dropped open in horror as he looked upon his normally handsome form.
"No!" wailed Isaac in horror, backing away from the mirror. "My hair's gone flat!"
The sky had fallen, chickens had started barking like dogs, Prox was a seaside vacation full of tourists with screaming kids splattered with ice cream cones, Isaac's hair had ceased to stick up in the familiar spiky manner, and Isaac knew why, for his hair gel had mysteriously gone missing. He would have to face the world without his hair gel and he was appalled at the thought.
"Nooooo!" Isaac screeched again and he ran out of his bedroom, taking the stairs three at a time and nearly landing in a heap at the bottom.
Hurricane Isaac blasted into the kitchen at countless miles per hour, and then it quickly subided as Isaac slipped on some spilt water and landed on his backside yet again. Flaring red in the face, Isaac looked around in rising horror at the scene in front of him.
Garet, Ivan and Mia were all in his kitchen, for some reason. Garet's hair was strangely flat like Isaac's and he looked angrier than Jenna when someone told her she was on PMS, which was usually an amazing occurence for many people dared to boast none could match Jenna's temper and ended up becoming barbecued in the process. Garet has holding up a wriggling Jupiter Adept by the waist, Ivan, looking unbearably guilty and desperate to get out of Garet's grip. Mia was now staring at Isaac, with an expression that was difficult to read.
"Um, cute pyjamas, Isaac," Mia blushed as she looked upon Isaac, completely pyjama clad with bare feet. Isaac went even redder as he realised that in his rush to get to bed last night, he had put on the wrong pyjamas and was now wearing bright blue pyjamas with extraterrestials patterned all over them, that Dora had one day got for Isaac in what he presumed was a fit of insanity.
"M-Mia!" stammered Isaac. "Wh-what are you d-doing here?" He tried to back away, but found his back was now pressed up against the cupboard and he could not go backwards any further. His eyes slid from side to side, trying to find a suitable escape route so that he could avoid any further embarassment. Mia gave him a weird look.
"I'm staying here, remember?" Mia looked at him as if he was dumb. "You kindly offered to let me stay here, Ivan stayed at Garet's, and Sheba and Picard are staying with Felix and Jenna. Ring a bell in your memory, or do you need..." Her eyes widened as she looked up at his head. "Isaac... your hair..."
"And I know who to blame!" Garet boomed proudly, holding up the squealing Ivan. "Little midget boy himself is the culprit! Aren't you, Ivan?" He proceeded to give Ivan a noogie, and the Jupiter Adept squeaked in pain, for Garet's noogies were very painful.
"What?" Isaac jumped up and almost slipped on the water again, grabbing onto the counter to steady himself. "Garet, what the heck are you talking about now? And why are you in my house?"
"I came to show you!" Garet indicated Ivan, who gulped.
"You came to show me Ivan?" Isaac nodded slowly, wondering if Garet had finally cracked. "Ok, I get it... fine..."
"For the last time!" Mia shouted in exasperation. "Put him down! You can't just go waltzing into people's houses, holding innocent people hostage!"
"Innocent?" Garet looked shocked and promptly released his grip on Ivan. Ivan dropped to the ground and shouted in pain, promptly crawling under the table with a rapid speed that surprised everybody.
"What did he do?" asked Isaac patiently. "I know you're stupid, Garet, but walking around showing people their friends is something else altogether..."
"That's not it!" thundered Garet. "That irritating little midget has been stealing our hairgel! It's true!"
"How do you know that?" asked Isaac.
"He..." Garet paused and shot an evil glance at the table, which would have shivered and slowly backed away had it not been an inanimate object. "Last night, he was muttering in his sleep and cackling about pilfering our hairgel."
Isaac and Mia stared at each other in stunned wonder for a few seconds, both of them trying to comprehend what Garet had just said. It was not the words Garet had used, for Garet never used particularly long words, but rather what he had said.
"Garet..." Mia finally spoke, summoning up enough strength just to speak. "How do you know that Ivan was actually talking in his sleep? I thought he had a seperate room from you."
"Yes, Ivan had to take Garet's brother's room, and Aaron had to sleep in Garet's room," Isaac recalled cheerfully. "Ivan couldn't stand the smell, and the fact that there were toenails littering the floor..." He quickly trailed off as Mia gave him a disgusted look. He sighed in relief as she promptly shot an even more disgusted look at the unhygenic Mars Adept.
"It's not like that!" Garet blustered in embarassment. "Jenna would kill me if it was... ahem... I mean... no! I was... I..."
"Were you in his room?" Isaac cautiously asked him, being careful to skirt around that particular subject. Although it would have been funny, some force out there was commanding him to steer clear of that subject and to get on with the plot, although he had his misgivings about it.
"I... yes," Garet admitted. "And I heard him talking in his sleep. Evil little Jupiter Adept!" He promptly shook his fist at the table, which, if it had been an animated object, would have filed a lawsuit against Camelot for creating characters who abused it for nothing, and against the author for making Garet be mean to it, but since the table was fortunately not an animated object, the story had to go on.
"Why were you in his room?" demanded Mia crossly. "Tell us!"
"Uhh..." Garet realised that he was trapped. "I was... looking for my hairgel! I knew he had it somewhere, that sly little... thing!"
"Oh yeah?" Ivan crawled out from under the table and glared at him. "And why was my shampoo missing and replaced with a white bottle labelled Non-Diluted Hydrochloric Acid in black marker?"
"That wasn't me!" wailed Garet, flushing bright red. "I want my hairgel back, and so does Isaac! Give it back at once! Or else... I'll do something bad!"
"Really?" Ivan evilly smirked. "I wouldn't count on that, Garet, your turtle speed is simply no match for my quick speed, so..."
"Ivan," Isaac spoke in a stern voice and roughly gesticulated at his hair. "I need my hairgel back, look at my hair! How can I possibly face the world looking like this? I'm supposed to be handsome and dashing, how can I woo ladies when I look like this?"
"Woo ladies?" Mia stared directly at Isaac and he flushed even redder as he realised that Mia was in the room, and mentally kicked himself for forgetting that she was there. "What do you mean?" She demanded, her voice dropping dangerously low.
"Um... kidding!" Isaac started laughing nervously. "Just kidding, Mia, I didn't mean anything by it, I'd never do that, ever! Who needs women... no, wait, I so did not mean to..."
Mia's jaw dropped and she stared in shock at him, her eyes widening. Isaac wondered how Mia was going to react, and he immediately realised, as she slowly pulled a large axe from behind her back. Isaac looked around desperately and gasped as he saw that Garet and Ivan had turned into identical Mias and now the three angry looking Mercury Adepts were advancing on him, one of them holding an axe, the other a chainsaw which was turned on and whining loudly, and the third a massive mallet.
Isaac tried to back away and found himself pinned fast against the counter. Out of the corner of his eye, the table was now sitting on its side, two of its legs supporting it and the other two being used to write on a piece of very important looking parchment.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Isaac screamed as he sat up in bed, drenched with sweat. He laid a hand over his rapidly drumming heart and looked towards the window, but the curtains were drawn. The cloak ball, Isaac noted, was on the dresser and not on the floor.
"Isaac, are you ok?" A worried looking Mia appeared at Isaac's door. Isaac flushed pink and nodded embarassedly.
"I... just had a nightmare," said Isaac lamely. He hoped that Mia would not ask what the nightmare had been about, otherwise she might go off him quicker than Ivan had jumped off that hay bale when Garet set it on fire. "Um, Mia?"
"Yes?" Mia immediately responded, looking at him wonderingly.
"How does my hair look?" asked Isaac nervously, hoping that everything had just been a dream. He was sure he still had his hairgel, but it was best to make sure that his hair was still normal, for to greet the world with flat hair was absolutely unimaginable for him.
"It looks alright," Mia gave him a weird look, as if she would never have expected Isaac to ask a question like that before. "Just a bit messier than normal, but I suppose that's because you haven't yet brushed it."
"Oh, that's ok then," Isaac smiled in relief. "Say, Garet and Ivan haven't dropped by today, have they?"
"Not yet, no," Mia shook her head. "Isaac, it's still early morning, they are probably having breakfast."
"Breakfast..." Isaac's stomach suddenly started rumbling. Mia giggled lightly.
"I take it you're hungry?" asked Mia, still somewhat giggly at the fact that Isaac's stomach was loudly demanding some food. Isaac eagerly nodded. "Fine, I'll go and tell your mom you want breakfast then!" Mia winked and disappeared out of the bedroom. Isaac sighed in relief, glad his dream had just been a dream, and slipped out of bed.
He quickly checked his pyjamas and were relieved that they were not the ones he had worn in the dream, then Isaac suddenly remembered that he had those pyjamas when he was a kid, until Jenna had burnt them as a prank, leaving him locked in the toilet for ages until his mother came to bring him some more. How he had wound up naked in the bathroom, he would never tell anybody. He just knew that he would never listen to Garet when Garet dared him anymore.
Isaac promptly kitted himself up in his usual state of wear, and carefully brushed his hair, praising it for constantly sticking up thanks to the amount of hairgel he used, and praying it would never, ever go flat. He also privately hoped that Mia would never go for him with an axe, chainsaw, or hammer. Smiling nervously, Isaac walked out of his bedroom and headed down the stairs, ready to greet the day ahead of him.
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This is the slightly edited version of Love Bites. Due to 's previous removal of this story, despite the fact that there was no reason to remove it and they used the lame excuse of "chat/real person/interactive etc" which doesn't apply and that I've had a few fics removed now, I'll take Mikaa up on his generous offer of putting it up himself. The only change is that I removed the muse skits to minimise risk. Shame, I'm quite fond of my talkative muses... Kyarorain
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"Garet! Put him down now! Or else I'll have to make you!"
Isaac was rudely awoken by the sound of screeching and he tried to think about who it could possibly be. It had sounded like a woman, but exactly which woman had it been? He blearily looked out of the window and yawned at a particularly bright cloud. He immediately regretted it as the sun popped out from behind that very cloud and beamed directly in his face. Isaac winced and jumped out of bed, quietly cursing himself for forgetting to draw the curtains. Although most people would rather draw art not curtains... ahem.
Isaac rubbed his eyes as he walked towards his wall mirror and winced as he stepped on the Cloak Ball which had fallen off his dresser last night. The force of stepping on a round object and wincing as he did so caused him to land on his butt. The cross Venus Adept grabbed the Cloak Ball and plonked it back on the dresser with a loud thump, that could easily have been confused for a body falling down the stairs, although that would make many more thumps than a black sphere being smacked down on a dresser by an offended Venus Adept.
Continuing to glare at the Cloak Ball, Isaac edged away towards the mirror and proceeded to smack into the wall since he forgot to look where he was going. Grimacing, Isaac finally managed to reach the mirror and his mouth dropped open in horror as he looked upon his normally handsome form.
"No!" wailed Isaac in horror, backing away from the mirror. "My hair's gone flat!"
The sky had fallen, chickens had started barking like dogs, Prox was a seaside vacation full of tourists with screaming kids splattered with ice cream cones, Isaac's hair had ceased to stick up in the familiar spiky manner, and Isaac knew why, for his hair gel had mysteriously gone missing. He would have to face the world without his hair gel and he was appalled at the thought.
"Nooooo!" Isaac screeched again and he ran out of his bedroom, taking the stairs three at a time and nearly landing in a heap at the bottom.
Hurricane Isaac blasted into the kitchen at countless miles per hour, and then it quickly subided as Isaac slipped on some spilt water and landed on his backside yet again. Flaring red in the face, Isaac looked around in rising horror at the scene in front of him.
Garet, Ivan and Mia were all in his kitchen, for some reason. Garet's hair was strangely flat like Isaac's and he looked angrier than Jenna when someone told her she was on PMS, which was usually an amazing occurence for many people dared to boast none could match Jenna's temper and ended up becoming barbecued in the process. Garet has holding up a wriggling Jupiter Adept by the waist, Ivan, looking unbearably guilty and desperate to get out of Garet's grip. Mia was now staring at Isaac, with an expression that was difficult to read.
"Um, cute pyjamas, Isaac," Mia blushed as she looked upon Isaac, completely pyjama clad with bare feet. Isaac went even redder as he realised that in his rush to get to bed last night, he had put on the wrong pyjamas and was now wearing bright blue pyjamas with extraterrestials patterned all over them, that Dora had one day got for Isaac in what he presumed was a fit of insanity.
"M-Mia!" stammered Isaac. "Wh-what are you d-doing here?" He tried to back away, but found his back was now pressed up against the cupboard and he could not go backwards any further. His eyes slid from side to side, trying to find a suitable escape route so that he could avoid any further embarassment. Mia gave him a weird look.
"I'm staying here, remember?" Mia looked at him as if he was dumb. "You kindly offered to let me stay here, Ivan stayed at Garet's, and Sheba and Picard are staying with Felix and Jenna. Ring a bell in your memory, or do you need..." Her eyes widened as she looked up at his head. "Isaac... your hair..."
"And I know who to blame!" Garet boomed proudly, holding up the squealing Ivan. "Little midget boy himself is the culprit! Aren't you, Ivan?" He proceeded to give Ivan a noogie, and the Jupiter Adept squeaked in pain, for Garet's noogies were very painful.
"What?" Isaac jumped up and almost slipped on the water again, grabbing onto the counter to steady himself. "Garet, what the heck are you talking about now? And why are you in my house?"
"I came to show you!" Garet indicated Ivan, who gulped.
"You came to show me Ivan?" Isaac nodded slowly, wondering if Garet had finally cracked. "Ok, I get it... fine..."
"For the last time!" Mia shouted in exasperation. "Put him down! You can't just go waltzing into people's houses, holding innocent people hostage!"
"Innocent?" Garet looked shocked and promptly released his grip on Ivan. Ivan dropped to the ground and shouted in pain, promptly crawling under the table with a rapid speed that surprised everybody.
"What did he do?" asked Isaac patiently. "I know you're stupid, Garet, but walking around showing people their friends is something else altogether..."
"That's not it!" thundered Garet. "That irritating little midget has been stealing our hairgel! It's true!"
"How do you know that?" asked Isaac.
"He..." Garet paused and shot an evil glance at the table, which would have shivered and slowly backed away had it not been an inanimate object. "Last night, he was muttering in his sleep and cackling about pilfering our hairgel."
Isaac and Mia stared at each other in stunned wonder for a few seconds, both of them trying to comprehend what Garet had just said. It was not the words Garet had used, for Garet never used particularly long words, but rather what he had said.
"Garet..." Mia finally spoke, summoning up enough strength just to speak. "How do you know that Ivan was actually talking in his sleep? I thought he had a seperate room from you."
"Yes, Ivan had to take Garet's brother's room, and Aaron had to sleep in Garet's room," Isaac recalled cheerfully. "Ivan couldn't stand the smell, and the fact that there were toenails littering the floor..." He quickly trailed off as Mia gave him a disgusted look. He sighed in relief as she promptly shot an even more disgusted look at the unhygenic Mars Adept.
"It's not like that!" Garet blustered in embarassment. "Jenna would kill me if it was... ahem... I mean... no! I was... I..."
"Were you in his room?" Isaac cautiously asked him, being careful to skirt around that particular subject. Although it would have been funny, some force out there was commanding him to steer clear of that subject and to get on with the plot, although he had his misgivings about it.
"I... yes," Garet admitted. "And I heard him talking in his sleep. Evil little Jupiter Adept!" He promptly shook his fist at the table, which, if it had been an animated object, would have filed a lawsuit against Camelot for creating characters who abused it for nothing, and against the author for making Garet be mean to it, but since the table was fortunately not an animated object, the story had to go on.
"Why were you in his room?" demanded Mia crossly. "Tell us!"
"Uhh..." Garet realised that he was trapped. "I was... looking for my hairgel! I knew he had it somewhere, that sly little... thing!"
"Oh yeah?" Ivan crawled out from under the table and glared at him. "And why was my shampoo missing and replaced with a white bottle labelled Non-Diluted Hydrochloric Acid in black marker?"
"That wasn't me!" wailed Garet, flushing bright red. "I want my hairgel back, and so does Isaac! Give it back at once! Or else... I'll do something bad!"
"Really?" Ivan evilly smirked. "I wouldn't count on that, Garet, your turtle speed is simply no match for my quick speed, so..."
"Ivan," Isaac spoke in a stern voice and roughly gesticulated at his hair. "I need my hairgel back, look at my hair! How can I possibly face the world looking like this? I'm supposed to be handsome and dashing, how can I woo ladies when I look like this?"
"Woo ladies?" Mia stared directly at Isaac and he flushed even redder as he realised that Mia was in the room, and mentally kicked himself for forgetting that she was there. "What do you mean?" She demanded, her voice dropping dangerously low.
"Um... kidding!" Isaac started laughing nervously. "Just kidding, Mia, I didn't mean anything by it, I'd never do that, ever! Who needs women... no, wait, I so did not mean to..."
Mia's jaw dropped and she stared in shock at him, her eyes widening. Isaac wondered how Mia was going to react, and he immediately realised, as she slowly pulled a large axe from behind her back. Isaac looked around desperately and gasped as he saw that Garet and Ivan had turned into identical Mias and now the three angry looking Mercury Adepts were advancing on him, one of them holding an axe, the other a chainsaw which was turned on and whining loudly, and the third a massive mallet.
Isaac tried to back away and found himself pinned fast against the counter. Out of the corner of his eye, the table was now sitting on its side, two of its legs supporting it and the other two being used to write on a piece of very important looking parchment.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Isaac screamed as he sat up in bed, drenched with sweat. He laid a hand over his rapidly drumming heart and looked towards the window, but the curtains were drawn. The cloak ball, Isaac noted, was on the dresser and not on the floor.
"Isaac, are you ok?" A worried looking Mia appeared at Isaac's door. Isaac flushed pink and nodded embarassedly.
"I... just had a nightmare," said Isaac lamely. He hoped that Mia would not ask what the nightmare had been about, otherwise she might go off him quicker than Ivan had jumped off that hay bale when Garet set it on fire. "Um, Mia?"
"Yes?" Mia immediately responded, looking at him wonderingly.
"How does my hair look?" asked Isaac nervously, hoping that everything had just been a dream. He was sure he still had his hairgel, but it was best to make sure that his hair was still normal, for to greet the world with flat hair was absolutely unimaginable for him.
"It looks alright," Mia gave him a weird look, as if she would never have expected Isaac to ask a question like that before. "Just a bit messier than normal, but I suppose that's because you haven't yet brushed it."
"Oh, that's ok then," Isaac smiled in relief. "Say, Garet and Ivan haven't dropped by today, have they?"
"Not yet, no," Mia shook her head. "Isaac, it's still early morning, they are probably having breakfast."
"Breakfast..." Isaac's stomach suddenly started rumbling. Mia giggled lightly.
"I take it you're hungry?" asked Mia, still somewhat giggly at the fact that Isaac's stomach was loudly demanding some food. Isaac eagerly nodded. "Fine, I'll go and tell your mom you want breakfast then!" Mia winked and disappeared out of the bedroom. Isaac sighed in relief, glad his dream had just been a dream, and slipped out of bed.
He quickly checked his pyjamas and were relieved that they were not the ones he had worn in the dream, then Isaac suddenly remembered that he had those pyjamas when he was a kid, until Jenna had burnt them as a prank, leaving him locked in the toilet for ages until his mother came to bring him some more. How he had wound up naked in the bathroom, he would never tell anybody. He just knew that he would never listen to Garet when Garet dared him anymore.
Isaac promptly kitted himself up in his usual state of wear, and carefully brushed his hair, praising it for constantly sticking up thanks to the amount of hairgel he used, and praying it would never, ever go flat. He also privately hoped that Mia would never go for him with an axe, chainsaw, or hammer. Smiling nervously, Isaac walked out of his bedroom and headed down the stairs, ready to greet the day ahead of him.