Everybody Wants [or Hates] Seishiro
Written by: rei_chan Edited by: saki00
Chapter One: The First Encounter
What I wanna say: Rain, pain, go away, bother me another day. Awwww, man. The rain's making my knee feel this sensation normally addressed as pain. Sheesh. This fic would be an product of my rather insane mind. The Seishiro here would be post-Battle of Apocalypse, but he'll be the kind Tokyo Babylon vet. Wheee! And I'm using Michael's really new hp laptop and the feeling is overwhelming. And he let me use it before him! He sez that I should be the one to break it in for good luck. And I hope it brings this fic good luck. Hajimemasu!
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A mid-aged handsome man with ebon hair, a sturdy build and cat-like eyes began to stir as the morning rays of light flooded his room. Yes, his rather interesting eyes were probably his best assets. He had gorgeous honey-brown eyes, beautiful golden orbs that betrayed it's true intention. But the point is he had those two eyes. Right now, you could consider that he now has only one eye, being that he had sacrificed his right eye to protect someone he had loved supposedly a few years ago. His now dead eye, unable to provide vision, hidden behind not so trendy sunglasses seemed not to bother his master. It had a deeper meaning, something more profound than taking the gash to the eye for someone else, much more than just loving someone. Except that we aren't going to talk about that here.
Sakurazuka Seishiro, the smiling, neighborhood veterinarian and dreaded Sakurazukamori, woke up to a bright, bird-chirping morning. He groggily opened his eyes, then closed them again, grumbling some complaints only he heared.
/Hmm, why is it so bright? My eyes hurt. Uh, my other eye's blind. But wait, didn't I draw the curtains before I went to bed last night?/
Seishiro opened his eyes once more and sat up, then gaped like some stupefied teenager.
The moment his one-eyed vision had focused he realized that his bed was faced with a built-in closet. And that the room had a television, a personal computer, a PS2, an empty aquarium, and a pile of PS2 games. And a bedside table that had random boxes of model kits, with stray glass marbles scattered on the table and on the two computer chairs that were in the room. He was going to look around and ask when he noticed that he only had boxers and his night white tight shirt on.
/Oh well. I do attract people, even if I wasn't in my underwear. Hah, I remember, that time when that rich snobby executive brought in his sick cockatoo. I was ready to leave, all stressed out from two surgeries and an endless line of people who wanted to consult me. In my worst trench coat, he approached me and started to say something, but he was speachless. His face suddenly turned red when I asked him, and. Oh well. That's what you get when you're born attractive. Now, to find out where I am and how to get out of here./
Seishiro stood up from where he was reminiscing and took a few long, graceful, strides to the door. Once he reached the rectangular arch, the mouth of a descending staircase slightly to his right greeted him. He tried to decide whether to accept the invitation to find human life below him or to continue his search in the other rooms in the floor he was on, when he heard some voices.
Seishiro turned around to see a door slightly ajar. He lowered his profile to avoid attention and approached slowly, his feline elegance apparent in his fluid motions. Once he reached the entrance he opened the door to see five teenage girls babbling about something they just saw on TV.
Girl 1: I really liked the way they drew the characters. It's so like the manga scans we saw on the Internet. And the first guy was sooooo cool. He was so handsome.
/Ah, so they're fangirls/.
Girl 2: But what caught my attention was when he suddenly cornered the other guy and began to sexually harass him.
Girl 3: Oh yeah. He began to lick the ear, and then he was whispering raspy horny words and his hands were exploring down under. Oh yeah.
/Yaoi fangirls. I'm impressed. We are going to get along, little sweethearts/.
With that he straightened up, smiled his most charming smile, and entered the room.
"Um, excuse me, but can you tell me where I am?"
All five heads turned to face him, and Seishiro noticed that they were 'cute little under-fifteens'.
One of them had on a red bandana folded up and used as a headband, with unevenly cut hair. /Reminds me of that Seal with the dog-spirit. And that rock star-god from that group. What was it called again? Nittlegrasper? He sure looks like a good fuck toy. He always had on tight pants that showed his sexy little ass. Too bad he's too famous. Maybe I'd consider abducting him./
The next one held something that looked like a giant key, an old katana, along with a few cans of Coke, a huge box of Cinnabons, a dozen or so varieties of chocolates, a massive pile of Pocky, and a large tub of ice cream. /Hmm, that's the thing that dude Sora uses in that game called Kingdom Hearts. And that sword, looks like it's from the Meiji era. Ooh, Pocky. Gotta love that. Coke, Cinnabons, chocolate. My, my, that'll lead to diabetes someday. But who cares, being on sugar high's pretty fucking good. Sometimes. And ice cream. I miss going to that ice cream parlor with Fuuma. I wonder what flavor that is./
The other had unusually straight hair and was holding a stuffed bunny- pillow. /Haha, another Seal. The one who has the sword coming out of her hand? Creepy. Where the hell does she keep that anyway. She wouldn't be able to bend her limbs if she kept it along her arm, or leg. Ah, the cute little rock star-god again. This must be my destiny./
The following one had glasses, cute dimples, and an "I Love Trunks" pin pinned to her T-shirt. /Trunks? Um, swimwear? Hmm. the typical cute high school girl. Seems quiet, but very nice and perky. She's a very good student, I presume./
Last one was holding a trendy mobile phone and had a stack of papers, with photos of a Japanese guy, mostly on roller blades, and sometimes with trophies or medals being presented to him. /Maybe she'd make a good secretary, she appears find communication important. Hmm, 'bout that guy, I think I've seen him somewhere, ESPN, maybe, the X Games? It's Takeshi, but Takeshi what./
Thoughts that were racing a hundred miles per hour were put to a halt when Seishiro noticed that the shoujo were staring at him. The expressions on their faces changed as they recognized the person standing in front of them. There was an amused one, one of sheer joy, another was a mixture of obsession and passion, an excited look arose among the faces, and there was also one of dislike. But one feeling was similar in all of them; shock and surprise. Finally, one of them spoke, sending Seishiro in to some sort of state of confusion.
"OH MY GOD. IT'S SEISHIRO."
"Raei, how rude of us. We know Seishiro, but he doesn't know us yet."
"So we have to introduce ourse~lves! Hello! My name's Reiko, but you can call me Rei-chan! Whee, Seishiro's HERE!"
"It really IS Seishiro. I'm Yunagi, so glad to see you."
"Please excuse us for staring at you a while ago, Ryoko's my name-"
"And I'm Raei, it's my PLEASURE to FINALLY meet you, and this is our friend, Naoki. Naoki? Say something."
"What is HE doing here? And how did he get here?"
"Who cares? It's Seishiro we're talking about."
"OH MY GOD. IT'S NOT JUST SEISHIRO; IT'S SEISHIRO IN A TIGHT SHIRT AND BOXERS. SEI-CHAN!!!"
A few glomps by Raei and Yunagi, some moping by Naoki, and a little thinking and brainstorming by Ryoko and Reiko. That, and some awakened sugar high reactions within the girls. And a very disordered Seishiro.
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notes: oops, I forgot some stuff.
Disclaimers: I don't own X, Sony, Kingdom Hearts, Rurouni Kenshin, the Coca Cola Company, Cinnabon, Pocky, ESPN, X Games, Dragon Ball Z/GT. They have their owners and I am not one of them. Don't sue, I've got no money.
More notes: thank you very much's go to: Michael, Saki, Seiji, Alex, Raei, Naoki, Yunagi and Aniki. Hello, Ryoko! Haven't seen you in quite a while. This chap is dedicated to you, for your love of Trunks. Wee!
To the readers: I'm afraid this wasn't as good as I hoped it would be. Do review to tell me what I did wrong, 'cuz it really doesn't seem right. Sowee! Reviews, onegaishimasu!
Written by: rei_chan Edited by: saki00
Chapter One: The First Encounter
What I wanna say: Rain, pain, go away, bother me another day. Awwww, man. The rain's making my knee feel this sensation normally addressed as pain. Sheesh. This fic would be an product of my rather insane mind. The Seishiro here would be post-Battle of Apocalypse, but he'll be the kind Tokyo Babylon vet. Wheee! And I'm using Michael's really new hp laptop and the feeling is overwhelming. And he let me use it before him! He sez that I should be the one to break it in for good luck. And I hope it brings this fic good luck. Hajimemasu!
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A mid-aged handsome man with ebon hair, a sturdy build and cat-like eyes began to stir as the morning rays of light flooded his room. Yes, his rather interesting eyes were probably his best assets. He had gorgeous honey-brown eyes, beautiful golden orbs that betrayed it's true intention. But the point is he had those two eyes. Right now, you could consider that he now has only one eye, being that he had sacrificed his right eye to protect someone he had loved supposedly a few years ago. His now dead eye, unable to provide vision, hidden behind not so trendy sunglasses seemed not to bother his master. It had a deeper meaning, something more profound than taking the gash to the eye for someone else, much more than just loving someone. Except that we aren't going to talk about that here.
Sakurazuka Seishiro, the smiling, neighborhood veterinarian and dreaded Sakurazukamori, woke up to a bright, bird-chirping morning. He groggily opened his eyes, then closed them again, grumbling some complaints only he heared.
/Hmm, why is it so bright? My eyes hurt. Uh, my other eye's blind. But wait, didn't I draw the curtains before I went to bed last night?/
Seishiro opened his eyes once more and sat up, then gaped like some stupefied teenager.
The moment his one-eyed vision had focused he realized that his bed was faced with a built-in closet. And that the room had a television, a personal computer, a PS2, an empty aquarium, and a pile of PS2 games. And a bedside table that had random boxes of model kits, with stray glass marbles scattered on the table and on the two computer chairs that were in the room. He was going to look around and ask when he noticed that he only had boxers and his night white tight shirt on.
/Oh well. I do attract people, even if I wasn't in my underwear. Hah, I remember, that time when that rich snobby executive brought in his sick cockatoo. I was ready to leave, all stressed out from two surgeries and an endless line of people who wanted to consult me. In my worst trench coat, he approached me and started to say something, but he was speachless. His face suddenly turned red when I asked him, and. Oh well. That's what you get when you're born attractive. Now, to find out where I am and how to get out of here./
Seishiro stood up from where he was reminiscing and took a few long, graceful, strides to the door. Once he reached the rectangular arch, the mouth of a descending staircase slightly to his right greeted him. He tried to decide whether to accept the invitation to find human life below him or to continue his search in the other rooms in the floor he was on, when he heard some voices.
Seishiro turned around to see a door slightly ajar. He lowered his profile to avoid attention and approached slowly, his feline elegance apparent in his fluid motions. Once he reached the entrance he opened the door to see five teenage girls babbling about something they just saw on TV.
Girl 1: I really liked the way they drew the characters. It's so like the manga scans we saw on the Internet. And the first guy was sooooo cool. He was so handsome.
/Ah, so they're fangirls/.
Girl 2: But what caught my attention was when he suddenly cornered the other guy and began to sexually harass him.
Girl 3: Oh yeah. He began to lick the ear, and then he was whispering raspy horny words and his hands were exploring down under. Oh yeah.
/Yaoi fangirls. I'm impressed. We are going to get along, little sweethearts/.
With that he straightened up, smiled his most charming smile, and entered the room.
"Um, excuse me, but can you tell me where I am?"
All five heads turned to face him, and Seishiro noticed that they were 'cute little under-fifteens'.
One of them had on a red bandana folded up and used as a headband, with unevenly cut hair. /Reminds me of that Seal with the dog-spirit. And that rock star-god from that group. What was it called again? Nittlegrasper? He sure looks like a good fuck toy. He always had on tight pants that showed his sexy little ass. Too bad he's too famous. Maybe I'd consider abducting him./
The next one held something that looked like a giant key, an old katana, along with a few cans of Coke, a huge box of Cinnabons, a dozen or so varieties of chocolates, a massive pile of Pocky, and a large tub of ice cream. /Hmm, that's the thing that dude Sora uses in that game called Kingdom Hearts. And that sword, looks like it's from the Meiji era. Ooh, Pocky. Gotta love that. Coke, Cinnabons, chocolate. My, my, that'll lead to diabetes someday. But who cares, being on sugar high's pretty fucking good. Sometimes. And ice cream. I miss going to that ice cream parlor with Fuuma. I wonder what flavor that is./
The other had unusually straight hair and was holding a stuffed bunny- pillow. /Haha, another Seal. The one who has the sword coming out of her hand? Creepy. Where the hell does she keep that anyway. She wouldn't be able to bend her limbs if she kept it along her arm, or leg. Ah, the cute little rock star-god again. This must be my destiny./
The following one had glasses, cute dimples, and an "I Love Trunks" pin pinned to her T-shirt. /Trunks? Um, swimwear? Hmm. the typical cute high school girl. Seems quiet, but very nice and perky. She's a very good student, I presume./
Last one was holding a trendy mobile phone and had a stack of papers, with photos of a Japanese guy, mostly on roller blades, and sometimes with trophies or medals being presented to him. /Maybe she'd make a good secretary, she appears find communication important. Hmm, 'bout that guy, I think I've seen him somewhere, ESPN, maybe, the X Games? It's Takeshi, but Takeshi what./
Thoughts that were racing a hundred miles per hour were put to a halt when Seishiro noticed that the shoujo were staring at him. The expressions on their faces changed as they recognized the person standing in front of them. There was an amused one, one of sheer joy, another was a mixture of obsession and passion, an excited look arose among the faces, and there was also one of dislike. But one feeling was similar in all of them; shock and surprise. Finally, one of them spoke, sending Seishiro in to some sort of state of confusion.
"OH MY GOD. IT'S SEISHIRO."
"Raei, how rude of us. We know Seishiro, but he doesn't know us yet."
"So we have to introduce ourse~lves! Hello! My name's Reiko, but you can call me Rei-chan! Whee, Seishiro's HERE!"
"It really IS Seishiro. I'm Yunagi, so glad to see you."
"Please excuse us for staring at you a while ago, Ryoko's my name-"
"And I'm Raei, it's my PLEASURE to FINALLY meet you, and this is our friend, Naoki. Naoki? Say something."
"What is HE doing here? And how did he get here?"
"Who cares? It's Seishiro we're talking about."
"OH MY GOD. IT'S NOT JUST SEISHIRO; IT'S SEISHIRO IN A TIGHT SHIRT AND BOXERS. SEI-CHAN!!!"
A few glomps by Raei and Yunagi, some moping by Naoki, and a little thinking and brainstorming by Ryoko and Reiko. That, and some awakened sugar high reactions within the girls. And a very disordered Seishiro.
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notes: oops, I forgot some stuff.
Disclaimers: I don't own X, Sony, Kingdom Hearts, Rurouni Kenshin, the Coca Cola Company, Cinnabon, Pocky, ESPN, X Games, Dragon Ball Z/GT. They have their owners and I am not one of them. Don't sue, I've got no money.
More notes: thank you very much's go to: Michael, Saki, Seiji, Alex, Raei, Naoki, Yunagi and Aniki. Hello, Ryoko! Haven't seen you in quite a while. This chap is dedicated to you, for your love of Trunks. Wee!
To the readers: I'm afraid this wasn't as good as I hoped it would be. Do review to tell me what I did wrong, 'cuz it really doesn't seem right. Sowee! Reviews, onegaishimasu!