Here's a little humor for those of u still bummed by
Summer's End.
A.S.D.A
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep
Are you sure he wants to do this? the bewildered girl
asked the taller of the two blonde males in her company for the
third time.
he chuckled, lazily twirling a roll of
duct tape. He's perfectly all right with this.
The younger blonde finished patting down a strip of the silvery
tape around the ankle of the brunette in question with a
satisfied grunt. Think that'll do it, Matt? Or do you
want me to use another roll?
Naw, TK, that should be enough. We'll save this roll
just in case.
Taichi Kamiya growled, unable to speak due to the fact one of the
first things the brothers had done was duct tape his big
mouth shut.
Just relax, man! Matt smirked as he clapped a hand on
his friend's shoulder. You're in good hands!
*Famous last words.* Tai thought bitterly. And to
think this had been *his* idea! Well, sort of, anyway. Sora had
mentioned how much she had liked the cut of this one guy's
hair. It *would* happen to be the head of his school rival, Gary!
The only other guy Tai thought might have a shot at going to the
prom with Sora besides him.
He'd made the mistake of complaining to Matt, and mentioning
the idea to him. Matt had been *more* than enthused,
unfortunately, and even called *his favorite* hairdresser to make
the appointment.
So here he was-strapped down by two full rolls of duct tape, the
petite-framed hairdresser hesitantly poised behind him with a
comb and scissors, and his beloved hair sopping wet.
His hair. The hair he hadn't changed since he was seven.
Terror surged through him again, and he struggled against his
bonds.
Yukio, the best stylist in the district, was almost as nervous as
her charge, and she quickly withdrew. Maybe we should do
this another time?
Matt's face grew serious as he shook his head. No. It's
now or never.
He leaned over his wild-eyed friend. Tai, believe me, it's
going to be okay. Yukio's the best. Just think of Sora's
face when she sees your new look.
Tai scrunched his face and thought hard. Slowly, his muscles
relaxed, and Yukio stepped forward again. She quickly ran the
comb through the brown mane, and.....
*SNIP!*
The brown-eyed boy shrieked and began struggling anew. Matt
rolled his eyes as poor Yukio leapt back and glanced at him
apologetically. She wasn't used to such unusual
circumstances.
Sorry, Matt.
The tall blonde smiled wearily at her. Don't worry
about it. I know you're not used to having such a difficult
customer. he glared at Tai. At *this* age!
Hey, I got an idea! TK piped up, nabbing the last roll of
tape out of his brother's hand. You know how they get
scared horses out of burning barns? We'll just do the same
thing!
And with that, he tore off a length and plunked it directly over
Tai's eyes.
Heh. That'll sting when it comes off! Matt mused
with a grin.
Yukio shrugged and moved in again. I'd better be
getting one hell of a tip her, boys.
Bound, gagged, and blinded, Tai could only sit and seethe. That,
and whimper as Yukio began to cut his precious locks.
*I'll get you for this, Ishida.*
