Why yes, I am writing another fic about these two losers, what about it.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Punch-Out!.
12:54 am
It was the middle of a crisp autumn night. Everyone was snuggled into bed, dreaming away. But things weren't entirely peaceful; outside the house, there was a strange something lurking around, rustling leaves and branches. However, it was quiet enough that nobody could hear it.
Everyone, that is, except for Disco Kid.
He had gotten up in the middle of the night to get some water, and heard the strange rustling noise. Ordinarily, Disco Kid thought himself pretty tough...but there was something about nighttime that seemed to make everything ten times scarier. He had to know what was making that sound, but he didn't want to do it alone. So he went to someone he knew would have his back.
"Aran?"
Aran turned slightly when he heard his name being whispered. "What?"
"There's something outside."
Aran rolled his eyes. He did not want to get out of bed. "So go chase it with th' broomstick."
"I don't want to go alone."
Oh, for frick's sake. Aran sat up. "Fine, I'll get rid of it then."
1:01 am
Aran and Disco Kid slipped out into the yard to find whatever was making that noise. Upon hearing even the smallest tussle, Disco Kid whipped his head around. "There it is again!"
"Oh, will ya calm down? We'll find it, get rid of it, and then we can go back inside where it's warm." Aran gripped the broom tightly.
The two crept towards the woods, where the noise seemed to be coming from. In the day, Disco Kid loved being in these woods; they were so cozy and fun to walk around in. But at night, it seemed like there could be a boogeyman waiting to pop out from every tree.
"Come on, ya dirty li'l bastard, show yerself," mumbled Aran to himself. He couldn't wait to catch that pesky creature that was keeping him and his dear companion awake.
Disco Kid kept close to Aran. His presence put him at ease. He heard a strange rumble. "What was that?" He yelped.
"Cool yer jets, boyo," said Aran, "there's no monster. That's just me belly goin' 'oi, feed me, ya tool'."
Disco Kid breathed a sigh of relief...until he heard another noise; one that sounded more like a feral growl. He clung to Aran. "Please tell me that was your stomach."
It wasn't. A few steps away was a raccoon; one that was clearly unhappy with the two being there. Aran shouldered Disco Kid off. "Back up. Ye don't want this one gettin' near ya." He approached the creature. "Go on, git. Yer scarin' people."
The raccoon glared at him with piercing eyes. It was ready to attack. But when it pounced, Aran was ready. Before it could latch its claws into him, he gave it a swift, strong uppercut, knocking it away. When the raccoon hit the ground, it scrambled to its feet and scurried away, clearly not willing to go for another.
Disco Kid uncovered his eyes. "Is it gone?"
"Should be," mumbled Aran, examining his hand. The raccoon has scratched him just deep enough to sting, though not badly enough to draw blood.
Disco Kid winced when he saw the marks. "We should get that cleaned up. I don't want you getting sick."
1:17 am
Inside, Disco Kid had spread some polysporin on Aran's wound and bandaged it up. "There. The last thing you need right now is rabies."
Aran swabbed at his nose. He was feeling pretty sleepy. Both were ready to head back to bed for the night, when another loud roar emitted from Aran's midsection. Eh, they had time for an hour-past-midnight snack.
"So, ye feel better now that that li'l snapper's gone?" Aran asked through a mouthful of toast.
Disco Kid nodded as he drowned his toast in cinnamon. "Hey, have you ever had cinnamon on toast? It's like biting into heaven."
Aran shook his head, so Disco Kid took a piece of his toast, sprinkled some of the sweet brown powder on it, and held it in front of his mouth. Aran was befuddled, but he was too tired to argue, so he ate the toast out of his hand. He was right, cinnamon toast was really good.
Eventually, both finished, and with the dishes packed into the dishwasher, they were ready to retire. When they left the kitchen, Disco Kid glanced at the pullout couch where this quirky little relationship had started. Aran picked up on what he was thinking, and they both looked at each other. They smiled at each other, and Disco Kid scooped Aran up into his arms, went over and collapsed onto the pullout, cuddling him. They shared a chuckle, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Yer a feisty one," mumbled Aran, before laying his head down on Disco Kid's chest. Both drifted off into a gentle slumber.
Alright, you had your gay fix, now git.