Something Completely Different
The face was as familier to the violet-haired man as his own. Eyes like liquid gold, a straight nose, and a perfect mouth, and all framed by beautiful brown locks. How many times had he wished for those golden eyes to look at him? Or wished to kiss the mouth, or wished to run his hand through the brown locks? How many times had he wanted to tell Hotohori that he loved him?--
* "The answer to that is ALWAYS!" Nuriko burst throught the door. Unhappy at the thought of this becoming an introspective, angsty, cliche, Nuriko-will-think-about-what-might-have-been-at-his-death-fics.
"Um, hello...Nuriko...oh crap...." Kami turned around, suddenly fearing for her life. It seemed that her angsty fic was about to become something else entirely.
"Drop the keyboard girly!" Nuriko stomped over to Kami who was hurriedly trying to type a 'get me out of here please!' call to the fangirls. Sadly, this was not the author's lucky day. The lithe Suzaku shichiseishi effortlessly plucked her out of the chair and plopped her down on the floor. "Now, I want a fic where I actually GET Hotohori-sama, got it?!" Kami nodded, knowing better then to argue.
"Got it." gulp. She took her seat and her keyboard and began typing, Nuriko standing over her shoulder.
*
The sun was shining brightly in the sky--
* "No no no! I don't like that!" Nuriko shook his head and pressed the backspace key. "Let me tell you what to type." Kami shrugged and turned back to the screen.
*
The rain beat a steady pattern onto the roof of Konan's imperial palace. A beautiful--and deserving--man sat on his bed, content in listening to the rain and holding the sleeping body of his lover in his arms. Nuriko stirred and snuggled against Hotohori's chest, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
"Nuriko....love...." Hotohori whispered into the violet-haired beauty's ear. "Your elbow is in a verra uncomfortable place and it would benefit me--us--greatly if you moved it." Nuriko smiled sheepishly and removed his elbow for it's resting place on Hotohori's....groin.
"Gomen, Hotohori-sama...
* WHACK! As the sound effect implied Nuriko whacked Kami on the back of the head, consequently sending the poor girl flying into the wall.
"Ow."
"I didn't tell you to type that!" Kami grumbled about people stifling her creative energy and returned to the computer.
Soon enough the fic was complete (to Nuriko's great pleasure) and after Kami printed it out he pranced out of her house. Kami sat in front of the computer for a little bit contemplating her next fic.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the chickens were happily eating outside--
"I'll KILL HER!!!!" The door fell to the floor as a very irate man stood in the doorway. "KAMI!!!"
Looks like Nuriko found the "extras" she had typed while he had gone to the bathroom.
"Heh heh..EEP?"
END
AN: Review and tell me if you want me to post "Nuriko's" fic? The one I typed for him complete with "extras"! ^_~
Questions? Comments? You know where to send 'em!
kamikaze@gundamwing.org
-Kami
The face was as familier to the violet-haired man as his own. Eyes like liquid gold, a straight nose, and a perfect mouth, and all framed by beautiful brown locks. How many times had he wished for those golden eyes to look at him? Or wished to kiss the mouth, or wished to run his hand through the brown locks? How many times had he wanted to tell Hotohori that he loved him?--
* "The answer to that is ALWAYS!" Nuriko burst throught the door. Unhappy at the thought of this becoming an introspective, angsty, cliche, Nuriko-will-think-about-what-might-have-been-at-his-death-fics.
"Um, hello...Nuriko...oh crap...." Kami turned around, suddenly fearing for her life. It seemed that her angsty fic was about to become something else entirely.
"Drop the keyboard girly!" Nuriko stomped over to Kami who was hurriedly trying to type a 'get me out of here please!' call to the fangirls. Sadly, this was not the author's lucky day. The lithe Suzaku shichiseishi effortlessly plucked her out of the chair and plopped her down on the floor. "Now, I want a fic where I actually GET Hotohori-sama, got it?!" Kami nodded, knowing better then to argue.
"Got it." gulp. She took her seat and her keyboard and began typing, Nuriko standing over her shoulder.
*
The sun was shining brightly in the sky--
* "No no no! I don't like that!" Nuriko shook his head and pressed the backspace key. "Let me tell you what to type." Kami shrugged and turned back to the screen.
*
The rain beat a steady pattern onto the roof of Konan's imperial palace. A beautiful--and deserving--man sat on his bed, content in listening to the rain and holding the sleeping body of his lover in his arms. Nuriko stirred and snuggled against Hotohori's chest, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
"Nuriko....love...." Hotohori whispered into the violet-haired beauty's ear. "Your elbow is in a verra uncomfortable place and it would benefit me--us--greatly if you moved it." Nuriko smiled sheepishly and removed his elbow for it's resting place on Hotohori's....groin.
"Gomen, Hotohori-sama...
* WHACK! As the sound effect implied Nuriko whacked Kami on the back of the head, consequently sending the poor girl flying into the wall.
"Ow."
"I didn't tell you to type that!" Kami grumbled about people stifling her creative energy and returned to the computer.
Soon enough the fic was complete (to Nuriko's great pleasure) and after Kami printed it out he pranced out of her house. Kami sat in front of the computer for a little bit contemplating her next fic.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the chickens were happily eating outside--
"I'll KILL HER!!!!" The door fell to the floor as a very irate man stood in the doorway. "KAMI!!!"
Looks like Nuriko found the "extras" she had typed while he had gone to the bathroom.
"Heh heh..EEP?"
END
AN: Review and tell me if you want me to post "Nuriko's" fic? The one I typed for him complete with "extras"! ^_~
Questions? Comments? You know where to send 'em!
kamikaze@gundamwing.org
-Kami