The World's Shortest (and perhaps only) Vrumugun/Vrumugun Fan Fiction
By Snugglekitty a.k.a. Yezo the Yellow Priest
Disclaimer and Author's Notes: Okay, first things first. I don't own Vrumugun OR Vrumugun. The guy who created Slayers does.
And now, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize for not only writing this bizarre and meaningless piece of crud, but also for posting it for the world at large to read and flame. But I just had this scenario bouncing around in my head, and it wouldn't go away until I'd written this.
Anyway, if this story inspires in you a flame of a similar nature, feel free to send it to the_pyre42@hotmail.com
I'm sure it will be very, very hot mail before long.
Oh, yes. And I don't know whether or not this is actually the world's shortest Vrumugun/Vrumugun fan fiction or not, but I needed a title that sounded catchy. "One of the World's Shorter Vrumugun/Vrumugun Fan Fictions" just doesn't grab one's interest in the same way.
And now, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon with the show!
"Freeze Arrow!" Vrumugun bellowed, releasing the magic. Vrumugun staggered under the impact of Vrumugun's spell.
"You'll pay for that," Vrumugun informed Vrumugun coldly, readying himself to attack. "Freeze Arrow!" he called out, forming the spell and sending it hurtling towards Vrumugun.
"Argh!" Vrumugun grunted, losing his footing temporarily. He glared frostily up at Vrumugun.
"That, you will regret," he growled, leaping to his feet. "Freeze Arrow!"
And so it continued.
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze-" Vrumugun was interrupted mid-spell as Vrumugun held up his hands.
"Wait a minute, Vrumugun!"
Vrumugun sighed.
"What is it, Vrumugun?" he asked tiredly as the half-formed Freeze Arrow dissipated.
"Why are we doing this, trying to destroy each other with Freeze Arrows?" A wicked smile flashed across his face. "I know a different pastime that could keep us much warmer."
Before Vrumugun could react, or utter a word, Vrumugun bolted across the room, caught Vrumugun in an embrace, and kissed him soundly and thoroughly. Vrumugun's arms flailed in protest as he tried to disentangle the arms of his unwanted, would-be lover.
"Argh!" he howled, shoving Vrumugun away. "Get off me! What on earth did that old kook do to this batch of Copies? Make them all listen to Barbara Streisand as they were forming?! Freeze…" Then he stopped and sighed as a tear rolled down Vrumugun's cheek and his lower lip quivered. "Okay, let's not start that again." He smiled a small smile at Vrumugun. "Wanna order a pizza?"
"Can we Freeze Arrow the pizza guy?" Vrumugun asked excitedly, his eyes lighting up.
"If you'd like," Vrumugun replied with a wicked smile as together, Vrumugun and Vrumugun sauntered off arm in arm.
By Snugglekitty a.k.a. Yezo the Yellow Priest
Disclaimer and Author's Notes: Okay, first things first. I don't own Vrumugun OR Vrumugun. The guy who created Slayers does.
And now, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize for not only writing this bizarre and meaningless piece of crud, but also for posting it for the world at large to read and flame. But I just had this scenario bouncing around in my head, and it wouldn't go away until I'd written this.
Anyway, if this story inspires in you a flame of a similar nature, feel free to send it to the_pyre42@hotmail.com
I'm sure it will be very, very hot mail before long.
Oh, yes. And I don't know whether or not this is actually the world's shortest Vrumugun/Vrumugun fan fiction or not, but I needed a title that sounded catchy. "One of the World's Shorter Vrumugun/Vrumugun Fan Fictions" just doesn't grab one's interest in the same way.
And now, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon with the show!
"Freeze Arrow!" Vrumugun bellowed, releasing the magic. Vrumugun staggered under the impact of Vrumugun's spell.
"You'll pay for that," Vrumugun informed Vrumugun coldly, readying himself to attack. "Freeze Arrow!" he called out, forming the spell and sending it hurtling towards Vrumugun.
"Argh!" Vrumugun grunted, losing his footing temporarily. He glared frostily up at Vrumugun.
"That, you will regret," he growled, leaping to his feet. "Freeze Arrow!"
And so it continued.
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze Arrow!"
"Freeze-" Vrumugun was interrupted mid-spell as Vrumugun held up his hands.
"Wait a minute, Vrumugun!"
Vrumugun sighed.
"What is it, Vrumugun?" he asked tiredly as the half-formed Freeze Arrow dissipated.
"Why are we doing this, trying to destroy each other with Freeze Arrows?" A wicked smile flashed across his face. "I know a different pastime that could keep us much warmer."
Before Vrumugun could react, or utter a word, Vrumugun bolted across the room, caught Vrumugun in an embrace, and kissed him soundly and thoroughly. Vrumugun's arms flailed in protest as he tried to disentangle the arms of his unwanted, would-be lover.
"Argh!" he howled, shoving Vrumugun away. "Get off me! What on earth did that old kook do to this batch of Copies? Make them all listen to Barbara Streisand as they were forming?! Freeze…" Then he stopped and sighed as a tear rolled down Vrumugun's cheek and his lower lip quivered. "Okay, let's not start that again." He smiled a small smile at Vrumugun. "Wanna order a pizza?"
"Can we Freeze Arrow the pizza guy?" Vrumugun asked excitedly, his eyes lighting up.
"If you'd like," Vrumugun replied with a wicked smile as together, Vrumugun and Vrumugun sauntered off arm in arm.