Topic: Blackmail
Genre: Humor, supposedly.
Canon: Yes please
Length: 100. Whenever my muse takes a vacation, I settle for drabble.
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Task: Self-explanatory, isn't it? One character has a little 'something' holding over another, and they stoop to that lowest of the low.
Tease: Wow, I suck. Where is my challenge muse? Of all things, this was inspired by:
'bring it on'
It began with Yamazaki's broken fingers, and a desperate girlfriend seeking to fill his place. It continued on to begging, tears, and refusal. In the end she pressed him against the wall with shirt snarled in her fists.
"You will, Syaoran," she hissed, and he never knew his girlfriend could look so scary, "or a certain ancestor will hear about how a certain someone begs me to call him 'Aragorn' in bed."
A fair amount of blood drained from his face. "You wouldn't."
"I would."
(two days later)
Li closed his eyes and prayed for death. "Go team go."
"More spirit, Syaoran! You're a cheerleader!"
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Disclaimer: Don't own him. And boy is he ever glad.