Your Typical Kilik and Xianghua Story
Notes: I love parodying things I like. I'm personally a huge KxX fan so I thought I'd make fun of your usual KxX story.
Our story opens up in…a field. That's right a field in China! After a long blister-forming walk across this huge country, Kilik and the crew -crew being Xianghua and Maxi- decided to take a break. Kilik danced around with his stick, –Come on, you call that fighting!? It's dancing. Trust me. – Xianghua chased butterflies in typical "innocent-love-interest- fashion, and Maxi sat there like the dumb ass he is. In the midst of his grooving with his wooden pole, our muscle bound super hero notices his "innocent-love-interest". Aw sweet amour! How could Kilik ever tell his objet d'affection how he felt about her? And oh woe is he the oblivious male unable to tell that this dip doodle girl loves him too. Only Maxi, as the lovable bystander, knew how they felt but he was too busy grooming his hair to help out. So muscle man went on pining for ditzy girl.
That is until, in mid leap, he fell right on top of her. Now we are going to ignore the fact that he is likely twice her weight and would crush her. Oh and they are face-to-face for good measure. Now what's he to do? He's dead stiff –No dirty jokes!- with fear and she was kinda trapped. The guy's a lummox! Maxi just sat there combing his hair, uttering the occasional wah-tah. So this fella is of no help. "Um…Kilik?" Blushing, ditzy…I mean Xianghua put her hands on muscle man's ultra pecksy, hairless chest with the intent of pushing him off. It didn't end up working out that way. Aside from the fact that he's too heavy, she just ends up feeling up his beef cake muscles. Kilik, being some what violated, considered returning the favor but that'd be a little too M for my teen readers so we won't have that. Instead, he makes lip-on-lip contact. Is Maxi watching like a creepy voyeur? No, he is far too consumed with himself and his "beautiful" black hair to even notice his friends making out all over the grass. The man has other priorities, ya know.
Well after they get done tongue wrestling they sit together in romantic fan fiction fashion. They are fortunate enough to finish right at sunset and wouldn't you know it, this field's sunsets are beautiful. "It's beautiful but not as much as you." Says muscle head in lame, fluff sweet talk. She sighs, some how endeared by this meat bag's sad attempt at being romantic, and rests her head on his shoulder. As for Maxi? The butterfly lands on his award winning pompadour cueing an "Aw man, you messed up my hair." Because every story involving Maxi in any way must have him say this oh so important line.
THE END…or is it!?