Disclaimer: I owns no one! I have been known, however, to chain the pretty ones in my basement and pet them for hours. And then eat them.
A/N Okies, people this is my firstest ever fic, and I'm not entirely sure I really like it all that much. Considering that I'm pretty sure I wrote this at somewhere in the ballpark of one in the morning, I have a feeling that its not too great. But as I am not exactly the prime objective audience, and I still think it has some good snippets, I post it anyhow. Lucky yous.
Also, (and then I will shut up) this is basically a response/ parody to the 'Blanket Scenario' challenge thingy. This is in no way meant as derogatory towards it; I thoroughly enjoyed reading the fics that came out of it. I just started noticing trends, and this dang thing hit me in the head one night (like I said, REALLY LATE, i.e. not full brain function) fully formed, and threatened me with death by fungi if I didn't write it. And, you may have noticed this already, I like parentheses. A lot. You've been warned.
"What's that?" asked a fully conscious and completely un-vulnerable Kagome from within her toasty array of winter wear ( because Kagome is not stupid, and as soon as it hit 40 degrees F was bundled inside a coat and long pants, and was attempting to coerce the rest of the gang into spare scarves and mittens.)
" That, Lady Kagome," said Miroku ( duh, who else calls her 'lady'? 'I do!' says Myoga. 'Shut up!' says the author) " is a convenient and strategically placed plot device!"
"A wha-? Lets just call it a 'hut'" grumbled a certain hanyou who had no affinity for complicated terms, and, at the moment, had rather chilly feet. "Come on. Lets get in."
In the 'hut', courtesy of 'fanfic stage magic'
The group stared at the object in the center of their circle, which made said object feel somewhat like sweat-dropping from all the attention, but didn't, as an object cannot physically sweat-drop. (Also, this particular object was restrained further by the fact that it personally found sweat-dropping in text to be tacky. But being an open-minded object, it leaves the rest of you full entitlement to your own opinions.)
" Only one blanket." Inuyasha ingeniously stated the obvious.
"So, that means we throw off all our nice, warm, non-hypothermia inducing clothes and seek other warmth, right?" an oh-so very sly monk queried, with a slight leer.
" Oh, we can do that with our clothes ON, right, Kagome?" said an equally sly Sango (oo! Alliteration!), looking over at the younger girl, who immediately grasped the idea, as only a person made of ink can.
"Eh?" said Miroku, waxing Canadian.
Manic grins slowly growing on their faces as they rose, Kagome and Sango's respective weapons appeared in their hands, and they turned to face their male companions.
For the rest of the night, the air of the 'hut' was filled with various deadly objects, curses, mad cackling, and the not-so-occasional scream.
Needless to say, everyone stayed pretty warm that night.
The end.
A/N Yup… short little bugger….
Anyhoo, I hope someone reads this and reviews; I'd like to hear what you think. Keep in mind; this is in NO way serious! Just me monkeying around. Hee.
Oh, and flamer-type people, feel free to flame your flame ridden hearts out! If you wouldn't mind though, after you are through with your expletive studded rambling, would you please explain your art to me? Because I really don't understand it. So, I am looking forward to your dissertations including your motives, the change you hope to affect through your noble words, and what positive effects you think authors everywhere will experience as a result. Thank you!