Crackfic. And when I say crack, I mean crack. And please, don't kill me because I haven't updated When the Snow Falls... Shit's been going down.
Gingers.
It was a lovely day; and Akane and Riv were sitting in the park near their house. A random child walked up to the unsuspecting red-head, and poked her on the shoulder.
"My mommy says gingers have no souls. Do you have no soul, lady?"
Something snapped in Akane's mind. Peering over at the kid, he looked about six or seven years old, and had a couple of other children looking at him in apprehension. She gave the kid a death-glare, and responded
"I have a soul. What else do you want, stupid kid?" The malice In her voice was terrifying.
The kid squeaked, and ran off into his little cluster of friends.
Riv was completely shocked. Never before had she ever been so irritated! She was almost afraid to speak to her, but did anyway.
"Umm, Akane? What's with the hostility? I know we both hate little kids with a burning passion, but don't you think that was a little...harsh?"
Akane chuckled for a second, then returned her melancholy gaze to Riv.
"I just don't know why that kid called me a ginger. I mean, yeah I have red hair, but do you think I'm really as pale as Ryou or Bakura? Thus, not ginger, right?"
Needless to say, Riv was dumbfounded. 'She got this pissed off from being called a ginger?' Riv cleared her throat, and pat her friend's shoulder.
"Hon, why do you hate gingerisms so much?"
"They just stare at you and you can never tell what they're thinking! And how is firecrotch red a natural hair color? IT'S NOT NORMAL!"
Riv smirked.
"Seriously, I have an evil maniacal laughter that I use every day, I'm super ADD, been in marching band for 4 years and 11 months and never get bored somehow, obtained my soul from a box, created several universes to fulfill my goals, and I'm borderlining on a god-complex. And you think gingers are weird?"
Akane's eye twitched slightly. Then she burst out into laughter.
"You're right. It's much worse to be you than a ginger."
"...Harsh."
A/N:
I told you it was cracky. But crack is what gets me out of writer's block. Unfortunately this was from a strain about two weeks ago. Gomen ne! But I got bored and out of ideas so I'm just like "Whatever. Post desu".
Review desu? I need more crackidy crack crack feedback (haha, that rhymes!) to sustain my life energy until my soul is reincarnated! Teeheehee~
