Note: Well, despite my lack of reviews cough cough for chapter One, I'm doing the second chapter because it's eating away at my soul leaving a cliffhanger for you all. I just re-read Blazing Fool's story Sherlock Roy and now have it's unique flavor of humor lodged in my brain, so please forgive me. This is a Romance/Humor, and my style tends to lean more towards Romance/Pure Insanity, or in this case, PURE iNSANiTY. See the NiGHTS pun there? LOL OMG CHTSPK Z SO LME LOL. No. Don't... shut up... -slaps self- Great. Now I have the hiccups. Ow! They're the pound-your-chest, hurty hiccups! -hic- Ow! -hic- Ow! -hic- Ow!
I don't own NiGHTS, Sonic Team does. I think... Is it Sonic Team? Whatever. Whoever they are, they aren't me.
Chapter Two... Um... Chapter Two. (Shut up, after 11 chapter titles in German, I'm not feeling particularly creative.)
After an hour of struggling, waving frantically, and some butter, Reala and Nights were joined in the (now uncomfortably small) golden cage. Reala pushed backwards against Nights, trying to create some nonexistent elbow room.
"Ow! Would you stop jabbing me?"
"You pulled me in here, you pay the price."
"Ow! That was my eye, you jackass!"
"I figured you'd look better with makeup anyway."
"What, like you, you pussy?"
"Now that just hurt." Reala said, insulted. He wiped away his smeared makeup with the back of his sleeve.
"Shut up, you know I'm only playing." Nights said apologetically. "Now, for your initiation."
"Initiation?" Reala asked in bored disbelief.
"Yes, initiation. This cage just doesn't hold me, it protects me, and to get under the little bubble of uberness, as I like to call it, you need one of these." Nights pulled a red gem from God-only-knows-where, identical to the one adorning the front of his purple suit.
"Great. So I'm stuck in a tiny cage, and have to wear a fruity gem on my chest?"
"Yes. And it's not 'fruity'. I think it's cute."
"So it's fruity."
"No, it's... -sigh- Yeah, alright, yeah, it's fruity." Nights jabbed the gem into Reala's chest and held it there until it stopped glowing. Reala gave Nights a quizzical look after the glow had subsided.
"You know, you can take your hand off me any second now, I wouldn't mind." Nights blinked back to reality and jerked his hand away. He gave a girlish nervous laugh and scratched his neck apologetically. (Wait... Nights has a neck? Hold on... inconsistency error...No, he doesn't, but for the sake of this story -and my sanity- Nights has a neck. OMG!)
"Sorry, the glow kinda spazzes my brain a bit..." Nights offered as an excuse. However, Reala wondered if it was truly the explanation, or -if that blush that had made it's way to the very tip of Nights' nose (Again, Nights doesn't have a nose but for the sake of my sanity... and my fan art...) was any indication- a cop-out for something more. Reala rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, you big fruit. Okay, the gem is fused to my flesh now. What now?"
"Nothing, really. That gem holds all kinds of magical uberness inside it. You'll be protected as long as you're either in here with me, or in control of some misguided spaz who finds his way here." Nights blinked. "And I'm not a fruit!" He added defensively, blushing heavily.
"You know, the blush is a good look on you. Matches with the pink vest. Fruit."
"I swear to God, Reala, keep it up. I'll 'fruit' all up and down your ass!"
"Oh, will you? Forgive me if I keep my pants on." Reala was getting a real good kick out of teasing the flamboyantly-dressed Nights. However, he overlooked the rage of the feminine jester and got a good one right in the eye.
"OW! You jackass, you punched me in the face!"
"No shit, Sherlock! You wouldn't shut up with the gay jokes!"
"Oh, so you admit you're gay, then?"
"Shut the hell up!"
"Um... excuse me?" Both Nights and Reala's heads snapped down to see a little boy, about twelve years of age, dark-haired and wide-eyed, standing next to the cage looking awfully awkward.
"Oh. Hi. What's your name, kid?"
"Mikey. Why are you yelling, ma'am?"
Nights flinched at being called "ma'am".
"I'm a boy, kid. And I was yelling because this moron won't stop making fun of me!"
"Well, maybe I wouldn't tease you so much if you didn't just hand me so much great material to work with!"
Mikey's head was flipping back and forth between the arguing jesters. He clutched tightly to the shimmering object in his hands, which glowed. Nights noticed the glow.
"Hey, an Ideya! Hey kid, see that shiny thing in your hand?"
"Yeah..."
"Throw it at Reala's head."
"WHAT?!"
"Shut up, Reala, I'll explain later. Come on kid, do it!"
The kid chucked the object at Reala, connecting and the resulting shock-wave cracked the cage enough that Nights could squeeze out and pull Reala with him.
"Thanks kid."
"Yeah, thanks for hitting me in the skull with a sphere of doom!" Reala said.
End of Chapter Two
Who is this Mikey person? Will Reala stop with the gay jokes? Where will this story go? Who knows?!
