Heehee! It's the first Easter Harem fanfic! As usual, the Characters of Lashana and Telca belong to us. (Unfortunately, we don't own the characters in our Harems ;_; ) Lashana's parents belong to themselves, because they actually exist.
Note: Words between ~ ~ and {} Are telepathic thoughts. That is all. Now Read, Enjoy, and Review!
Duncan grinned as he picked a bright orange egg from it's hiding place in the Den's bookshelf and casually tossed it to a waiting Beast. "You think we stand a chance against Lashana and Telca?"
"They're so busy fighting each other that the darlin's'll probably ferget all about us," Wolverine snickered.
"Got another one!" Zel cried as he skidded to a stop next to Beast and placed his prize into the bag.
"I must admit, we're doing fairly well... but aren't you at all worried about the dangers of winning?" Beast frowned, blinking when Wolverine snorted.
"Please, Hank. Ya think we're scared 'o tha darlin's?"
"A healthy level of caution is warranted Wolverine."
"Ha."
"Oh 'ha' yourself, Duncan!"
The four males tensed at the growl and slowly turned to face Telca, who was grinning at them rather disturbingly.
"Get 'em!"
And I thought Lashana was evil...
Blackwargreymon ran forward and shouldered Wolverine aside, simultaneously kicking Duncan in the stomach, therefore giving Remy enough time to lunge at Beast and try to snatch the backpack away."Oh no you don't!" Beast chuckled as he lept over the Cajun and bolted from the room.
"Dammit! He got away!" Telca groused, watching as Beast's team members scrambled after him. "Oh well, at least we can finish cleaning out this room."
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"You do realize that we're gonna lose, right?" Nightcrawler grumbled as he pulled an egg from the light fixture in the library.
"Amigo, nothing is written yet," Malcho winked as he reared up and checked the tops of the bookshelves. "Besides, worse comes to worse, we can always repay Zelgadis for stealing from us."
"Got one," Kenshin called from where he was lying flat on his stomach and peering under the couch. "Remind me to come back up here and dust."
Malcho rolled his eyes. "Si, si. Whatever you say amigo."
"Dude, you need a better hobby," Nightcrawler said to Kenshin as he curled his tail around the light fixture and hung upside-down in front of the samurai.
"Or a senorita of your own," Malcho grumbled under his breath, sneezing when a cloud of dust rose from the bookshelves. "Ach. There's nothing up here. Although..." He ducked his head down a bit and peered between a couple of books, grinning as he carefully reached out with a wing to scoop up the bright yellow egg. "Got another one."
"Kewl," Nightcrawler grinned. "Maybe we can win this."
"BONZAI!!"
"ACK!" Malcho twisted his head around and looked down at the Elf that was clinging to his back. "Hola, mi amiga. Whatever are you doing...ha! No! No tickling! Ha! STOP THAT!!"
Lashana smirked and ducked one of his wildly flapping wings, using his distraction to leap up and grab one of the rungs of the ladder that was leaning against a bookcase. She grinned and reached past the books to pull out two eggs, winked at him, then lept off the ladder and into Mewtwo's waiting arms. "See ya!"
Malcho blinked as the Pokemon smirked and teleported away, slowly turning his gaze to the other two dumbfounded males. "I think we're going to have to start getting a little more serious about this, mi amigos."
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"Hee. They never knew what hit them!" Lashana grinned from where she was still nestled in Mewtwo's arms, pausing to hand the two eggs to a snickering Kang before looking at Mewtwo. "How many more times can you do that?"
~Dozens,~ he chuckled.
"Kewl!"
"Alright, you two go terrorize people. I'm gonna head outside," Kang told them as he slung the backpack over his right shoulder.
"'Kay. You'll yell if you run into any trouble?"
He grinned and looked at the Elf. "You'll hear me."
"Have fun then! C'mon Mewtwo! I think Zel's on the fourth floor!"
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Meanwhile, a certain 'Trickster Priest' was planning mayhem. An we all know what that leads to...
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"BOO!"
"GACK!!"
"Hehe! Another egg for the collection!" Lashana grinned as she admired the neon pink plastic egg, completely ignoring the screaming Zelgadis that was now running through the Palace. A glimpse of sunlight glinting off of something caught her attention, and she frowned curiously as she turned to look at... "Oh kewl! A paintball rifle!!"
~Oh no...~ Mewtwo started backing away from the Elf as she lifted the rifle and checked for ammunition, her sudden fanged grin sending a shiver down his spine.
"I'm gonna hunt me a Harem!"
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"I swear Blacky, I don't know how Lashana manages to live with you, you're such a whiner!" Telca sighed heavily from where she was knelt under the couch that the Digimon was currently holding two meters off the floor.
Blackwargreymon growled and gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to simply drop the large piece of furniture.
"I mean, it's not like I'm asking you to redo the landscape around the entire Palace. I'm just asking you to do minor manual labor!"
His hands tightened, talons slicing into the upholstery. I will not drop the couch on her head. I will not drop the couch on her head....
"Uh, chere?" Remy called as he crouched to look at her, worried at the rather ticked off shadow in the Digimon's eyes. "Remy doesn't think dere be any more eggs under dere."
"That's all a matter of opinion," Telca smiled as she grasped the under lining of the couch and ripped it open, her smile widening when she reached into the hole and pulled out two eggs. "There. All done."
Remy fairly yanked her out from under the couch, earning an indignant glare from the Digimon as a result. "Just makin' sure, mon ami."
"What? Did I miss something?"
"Nothin' chere."
"Kay." She handed him the armful of plastic eggs and rose to her feet, taking a moment to brush dust off her jeans before looking around. "Well, we've gone through all of my Wing of the Palace. No doubt Lashana's already cleaned out hers.... Where to next-- hey! What's that?!"
Blackwargreymon felt the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end at the tone of her voice. The last time she had used that tone had been the time she had come across Duncan's stash of medieval weapons. Never would he forget the crossbow/Kang fiasco. So he was understandably wary as he watched her run over to a shadowed corner of the room, seeing her pick something off the floor with such excitement that it made a cold weight settle in the pit of his stomach.
Remy gulped when his chere turned around, a paintball gun cradled in her hands. "Uh....chere? You not plannin' on usin' dat, right?"
Telca grinned.
The two males sighed. "We're all gonna die."
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BANG! SPLAT!
"Hehe! I like this!" Lashana grinned as she did some basic target practice on a quickly drawn bulls-eye on the far wall of the spare bedroom they were in.
~You do realize that this is insane?~ At her expression of glee, Mewtwo sighed and shook his head. ~Nevermind.~
"C'mon! I wanna test this thing out on a moving target!" she cried as she ran out the door, heading for the closest balcony overlooking the huge backyard.
Mewtwo rolled his eyes and followed her for the sole reason that no matter what was about to happen, it was bound to be highly entertaining.
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"Over here, Wolverine! I found half a dozen under the deck!" Duncan grinned as he wriggled out of the small crawl space that led to the foundations holding up the deck and patio. Telca had made a group of contractors build a heavily shielded wall around the deck's supports to protect them from any and all attacks, pranksters and Xellos. It just wouldn't do to have someone slice through a beam and have everyone on the deck fall to their deaths.
"We're gonna win this," Wolverine growled triumphantly as he held the bag open for the Immortal, watching as six more eggs joined their growing stash.
Loud curses drew his attention to Zelgadis, who was fighting his way free of a knarled thorn bush, three eggs in his hands. It had been fair to send the shaman in. The razor-sharp thorns had no effect on his chimeric skin, and at the time, Wolverine had been pissed that Zel had lost his small cache of eggs to the marauding duo of Lashana and Mewtwo.
SPLAT!!
"What the flamin' hell?!" He stared at the bright yellow splotch of paint that had appeared on Zel's partially covered chest - the thorns had really cut up his clothes - then followed the sound of maniacal laughter to the fourth floor balconies, paling when he saw Lashana.
"Hiya Wolvie!" she called cheerfully, raising the paintball rifle just enough for him to see it. "Like my new toy?"
"Oh shit," Duncan breathed, immediately trying to crawl back under the deck....
SPLAT!
But the only thing he managed to do was shift just enough so Lashana could unload a shot of neon pink paint right into his hair.
"What seems to be troubling you?" Beast frowned as he rejoined his team, blinking as he stared at the yellow chested Zelgadis and the pinked haired Duncan. His gaze darted to Wolverine, the upwards, following the Canucks gaze up to the balcony, and the cackling Elf. "Oh my stars and garters."
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!!
To be continued! *hehe*