Author's Note: Hello minna-san! I'm writing a series! An actual series! Isn't that weird? This is just the beginning. Kinda need to read it, or the next bit won't really make sense. Shounen ai to come, weirdness.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine. Certain liberties have been taken in representing Greek mythological figures. This fic was written after a long period of writers' block. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows for smores. ^_^
On a cloud somewhere...
Aphrodite reclined in her pink plastic lawn chair as she drank her strawberry margarita, glad of a break. She'd been working overtime lately, what with all the new sparks and the old flames and yadda yadda yadda. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted to relax.
She gazed around her at the immaculately white surroundings fom over her pink heart-shaped sunglasses. She tossed her wavy blonde hair over her shoulders, letting the sunlight catch the shimmering pink streaks in it. She figetted in her seat, rearranging her pink satin-and-lace outfit, crossing her legs in different positions. Finally she sighed in frustration.
The Goddess of Love and Beauty was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. With a capital "B." B-O-R-E-D.
"I need something to occupy my time," she said to herself {1}. "But all those soap-operas are so fake. I need something more real. With love. And comedy. But...it's my day off, who am I going to sucker into doing this for me."
She frowned in concentration, worrying her lower lip. Then she smiled.
"Eros! Thalia!" she called.
After a few moments, a rather dishevelled Eros appeared with a puff of white smoke. He held his short white loin-cloth up with one hand, and Aphrodite gave him a dry look when she saw the hickies on his navel. He was saved the embarrassment of explaining by the arrival of Thalia.
A thick cloud of purple smoke heralded her entrance, along with a fanfare of kazoos.
"Ta-daahhackackack!!," a voice said, dissolving into a fit of coughing. A girl stumbled out of the smoke, falling to the ground - er, cloud - next to Aphrodite, who just rolled her eyes. Eros sighed, and helped the violet-haired girl to her feet with his free hand.
"Thanks Erry," she said with a wink and a grin. Then she staightened her purple toga and turned to face the goddess. "You rang?"
"Yes. I'm in need of amusement - "
"Well you called the right girl," Thalia interrupted. "Whaddaya like? Slapstick?"
A dozen banana cream pies came pelting out of no where. The two love deities dodged and glared at her.
"No. I want-"
"Stand-up comedy, maybe?" the girl suggested, taking a microphone from behind her back. "What is the deal with sporks? I mean, it's not a spoon, and it's not a fork. It's the result of radiation on a silverware drawer. And who actually uses sporks? Does anyone go home for Thanksgiving, thinking about how nice it'll be to use the good china and the heirloom sporks?"
"No stand up!" Aphrodite cried. She glared at Thalia until the girl put away the microphone sulkily. "I want you two to find an unlikely couple for me and get them together. With comedy. But no stand-up. I mean it!"
"All right! No stand-up. You only had to say," the muse said, sounding a bit miffed.
"Right. I'll be watching from my scrying pool. Good luck," she said, then snapped her fingers,{2} and disappeared in a puff of pink smoke, margaurita and lawn chair included.
Eros glared at Thalia.
"What? What'd I do?"
"Don't mess this up, okay? This could be my chance to prove to Mom I can be more than just a sidekick. I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm some stupid little cherub," the God of Love said, striking a pose with wide white wings extened and arms akimbo. Unfortunately, this made him let go of his loin-cloth. He realized this in just enough time to catch it, much to Thalia's disappointment.
"I'll be on my best behavior," she promised, then smiled deviously. "So...who're the victims?"
"I think I'll decide. You aren't really qualified for the romance part. You're just here for comic relief," Eros said with a smug expression.
"Hey! I bet I could be great matchmaker if I tried!" she protested.
"Sure you could," he said in a partonizing tone, snapping his fingers to make a gold cord appear in his hands. He proceeded to belt his loincloth with it. "Just like you could write love poetry."
Thalia blushed.
"Well, you were the one who believed me that it was written by Erato. I didn't make you read it to Psyche," she said defensively.
"Yeah, but I still got the cold shoulder for a week because of it."
Thalia examined the hickies pointedly. It was Eros's turn to blush.
"Seems she's gotten over it," she remarked dryly.
"Hn. {3} Well, I still think I should choose the couple."
"Like Tartarus you will! I bet I could get exact opposites to fall in love better than you could."
"How, by making them laugh at each other all day?" he sneered.
"It'd make more sense than shooting them with arrows," she replied hotly, gesturing to the bow and quiver on his shoulders.
"Well, if you're so sure about opposites, what about sames? Say two guys?" Eros challenged.
"Piece of cake," Thalia said without pausing.
"Care to make a bet?"
"What's the bet?" was her wary question.
"That you mess up the whole thing and I have to bail you out," he said with an annoying grin. He dodged Thalia's expected swing, but just barely.
"And ~I~ bet that you'll get a faceful of lemon-maurange pie before this thing is over with," she said sweetly. "But all this still leaves the question of who. Why don't we each choose one?"
Eros nodded grudgingly and snapped his fingers, puffing them both to a place beside a large flat pool of water. Thalia gazed into the water, looking for a person from which to start. She found him in a nearby plain of existance.
He was sixteen and of American descent. Mostly. But there was something else - something elusive about him, something that called to her even as it hid from her senses. She gave him a good looking over. He wore black swim trunks and was bare chested at the moment. He was laughing at something while sitting beside a swimming pool. Those violet eyes, that manic grin, that *braid*...
"Thalia, may I assume by your drool that you've found someone you like?"
"Shut up," she snapped, blushing slightly. "Yes, I have. Duo Maxwell. Now you find his oppsite."
Eros turned to look into the pool. He wanted someone more introverted, more thoughtful and philosophical. Someone who could stabilize the sometimes-too-spontaneous boy while not suffocating him. Someone a bit more...inexperienced in the ways of love...
"Here he is. You like?"
"Oh," Thalia said, gazing at the image in the pool next to her own. A dark-haired boy with slanted almond eyes the color of ebony sat meditating at the foot of a large humanoid machine, a gundam. "He's just as yummy as Duo. Chang Wufei? Isn't it odd that they already know each other?"
Eros just shrugged.
"Are you sure they're gay?" she asked absentmindedly, still pondering what it was about Duo that was bothering her. She wondered vaguely if Eros noticed it, too.
"No," he smiled maliciously. "But that's just part of the challenge, isn't it?"
"Hn. Bring it on, cherub-boy!" she said, bringing her attention to the present and shoving him away with a feral grin. She then dove into the pool with a cackle. With a growl, Eros followed, being instantly transported. He had a feeling it was going to be a long weekend.
Footnotes:
Eros is the Greek name for Cupid. Thalia is the Muse of Comedy. Erato is the Muse of Love Poetry. Tartarus is the hell-like part of the Underworld. The Underworld is also known as Hades, and it can get confusing as Hades is also the name of the God of the Underworld.
{1}- It is well-known that gods and goddesses talk to themselves constantly. Like soap-opera characters, in fact.
{2}- Another well-known fact is that gods and goddesses have to snap their fingers to use their powers. Strange, isn't it?
{3}- They said this even in ancient Greece. No, really.
Well so ends the prolouge. What did yall think? A bit slow, yes, but the next part is better.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! Please? *kissykissy*
Chibi-Eros: Ewwww! Girls have cooties!
Chibi-Thalia: Ewwww! Eros is a cherub!
Chibi-Eros: Am not!
Chibi-Thalia: Are too!
Chibi-Eros: Am not!
Chibi-Thalia: Are too!
Chibi-Eros: Am NOT! ::pouts, making him look very much like a cherub::
::rolls eyes:: Anywho, if you review I won't sic cherub-Eros - ::receives death glare:: - I mean, Chibi-Eros on you. ^_^
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing isn't mine. Certain liberties have been taken in representing Greek mythological figures. This fic was written after a long period of writers' block. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows for smores. ^_^
On a cloud somewhere...
Aphrodite reclined in her pink plastic lawn chair as she drank her strawberry margarita, glad of a break. She'd been working overtime lately, what with all the new sparks and the old flames and yadda yadda yadda. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted to relax.
She gazed around her at the immaculately white surroundings fom over her pink heart-shaped sunglasses. She tossed her wavy blonde hair over her shoulders, letting the sunlight catch the shimmering pink streaks in it. She figetted in her seat, rearranging her pink satin-and-lace outfit, crossing her legs in different positions. Finally she sighed in frustration.
The Goddess of Love and Beauty was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. With a capital "B." B-O-R-E-D.
"I need something to occupy my time," she said to herself {1}. "But all those soap-operas are so fake. I need something more real. With love. And comedy. But...it's my day off, who am I going to sucker into doing this for me."
She frowned in concentration, worrying her lower lip. Then she smiled.
"Eros! Thalia!" she called.
After a few moments, a rather dishevelled Eros appeared with a puff of white smoke. He held his short white loin-cloth up with one hand, and Aphrodite gave him a dry look when she saw the hickies on his navel. He was saved the embarrassment of explaining by the arrival of Thalia.
A thick cloud of purple smoke heralded her entrance, along with a fanfare of kazoos.
"Ta-daahhackackack!!," a voice said, dissolving into a fit of coughing. A girl stumbled out of the smoke, falling to the ground - er, cloud - next to Aphrodite, who just rolled her eyes. Eros sighed, and helped the violet-haired girl to her feet with his free hand.
"Thanks Erry," she said with a wink and a grin. Then she staightened her purple toga and turned to face the goddess. "You rang?"
"Yes. I'm in need of amusement - "
"Well you called the right girl," Thalia interrupted. "Whaddaya like? Slapstick?"
A dozen banana cream pies came pelting out of no where. The two love deities dodged and glared at her.
"No. I want-"
"Stand-up comedy, maybe?" the girl suggested, taking a microphone from behind her back. "What is the deal with sporks? I mean, it's not a spoon, and it's not a fork. It's the result of radiation on a silverware drawer. And who actually uses sporks? Does anyone go home for Thanksgiving, thinking about how nice it'll be to use the good china and the heirloom sporks?"
"No stand up!" Aphrodite cried. She glared at Thalia until the girl put away the microphone sulkily. "I want you two to find an unlikely couple for me and get them together. With comedy. But no stand-up. I mean it!"
"All right! No stand-up. You only had to say," the muse said, sounding a bit miffed.
"Right. I'll be watching from my scrying pool. Good luck," she said, then snapped her fingers,{2} and disappeared in a puff of pink smoke, margaurita and lawn chair included.
Eros glared at Thalia.
"What? What'd I do?"
"Don't mess this up, okay? This could be my chance to prove to Mom I can be more than just a sidekick. I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm some stupid little cherub," the God of Love said, striking a pose with wide white wings extened and arms akimbo. Unfortunately, this made him let go of his loin-cloth. He realized this in just enough time to catch it, much to Thalia's disappointment.
"I'll be on my best behavior," she promised, then smiled deviously. "So...who're the victims?"
"I think I'll decide. You aren't really qualified for the romance part. You're just here for comic relief," Eros said with a smug expression.
"Hey! I bet I could be great matchmaker if I tried!" she protested.
"Sure you could," he said in a partonizing tone, snapping his fingers to make a gold cord appear in his hands. He proceeded to belt his loincloth with it. "Just like you could write love poetry."
Thalia blushed.
"Well, you were the one who believed me that it was written by Erato. I didn't make you read it to Psyche," she said defensively.
"Yeah, but I still got the cold shoulder for a week because of it."
Thalia examined the hickies pointedly. It was Eros's turn to blush.
"Seems she's gotten over it," she remarked dryly.
"Hn. {3} Well, I still think I should choose the couple."
"Like Tartarus you will! I bet I could get exact opposites to fall in love better than you could."
"How, by making them laugh at each other all day?" he sneered.
"It'd make more sense than shooting them with arrows," she replied hotly, gesturing to the bow and quiver on his shoulders.
"Well, if you're so sure about opposites, what about sames? Say two guys?" Eros challenged.
"Piece of cake," Thalia said without pausing.
"Care to make a bet?"
"What's the bet?" was her wary question.
"That you mess up the whole thing and I have to bail you out," he said with an annoying grin. He dodged Thalia's expected swing, but just barely.
"And ~I~ bet that you'll get a faceful of lemon-maurange pie before this thing is over with," she said sweetly. "But all this still leaves the question of who. Why don't we each choose one?"
Eros nodded grudgingly and snapped his fingers, puffing them both to a place beside a large flat pool of water. Thalia gazed into the water, looking for a person from which to start. She found him in a nearby plain of existance.
He was sixteen and of American descent. Mostly. But there was something else - something elusive about him, something that called to her even as it hid from her senses. She gave him a good looking over. He wore black swim trunks and was bare chested at the moment. He was laughing at something while sitting beside a swimming pool. Those violet eyes, that manic grin, that *braid*...
"Thalia, may I assume by your drool that you've found someone you like?"
"Shut up," she snapped, blushing slightly. "Yes, I have. Duo Maxwell. Now you find his oppsite."
Eros turned to look into the pool. He wanted someone more introverted, more thoughtful and philosophical. Someone who could stabilize the sometimes-too-spontaneous boy while not suffocating him. Someone a bit more...inexperienced in the ways of love...
"Here he is. You like?"
"Oh," Thalia said, gazing at the image in the pool next to her own. A dark-haired boy with slanted almond eyes the color of ebony sat meditating at the foot of a large humanoid machine, a gundam. "He's just as yummy as Duo. Chang Wufei? Isn't it odd that they already know each other?"
Eros just shrugged.
"Are you sure they're gay?" she asked absentmindedly, still pondering what it was about Duo that was bothering her. She wondered vaguely if Eros noticed it, too.
"No," he smiled maliciously. "But that's just part of the challenge, isn't it?"
"Hn. Bring it on, cherub-boy!" she said, bringing her attention to the present and shoving him away with a feral grin. She then dove into the pool with a cackle. With a growl, Eros followed, being instantly transported. He had a feeling it was going to be a long weekend.
Footnotes:
Eros is the Greek name for Cupid. Thalia is the Muse of Comedy. Erato is the Muse of Love Poetry. Tartarus is the hell-like part of the Underworld. The Underworld is also known as Hades, and it can get confusing as Hades is also the name of the God of the Underworld.
{1}- It is well-known that gods and goddesses talk to themselves constantly. Like soap-opera characters, in fact.
{2}- Another well-known fact is that gods and goddesses have to snap their fingers to use their powers. Strange, isn't it?
{3}- They said this even in ancient Greece. No, really.
Well so ends the prolouge. What did yall think? A bit slow, yes, but the next part is better.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! Please? *kissykissy*
Chibi-Eros: Ewwww! Girls have cooties!
Chibi-Thalia: Ewwww! Eros is a cherub!
Chibi-Eros: Am not!
Chibi-Thalia: Are too!
Chibi-Eros: Am not!
Chibi-Thalia: Are too!
Chibi-Eros: Am NOT! ::pouts, making him look very much like a cherub::
::rolls eyes:: Anywho, if you review I won't sic cherub-Eros - ::receives death glare:: - I mean, Chibi-Eros on you. ^_^