Again. I own none. Why? I'm not sure. It could be the monkey's fault.
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"Now, you need to hold up the compact and yell 'Moon Prism Power, Make Up.'," she explained to the blonde.
Quatre was brought up to be a gentlemen, so he really didn't like to yell. It was very rude. "Do I have to yell?"
The Moon Queen nodded. "It would ruin the effect otherwise."
Quatre hesitantly held up the pink heart-shaped compact. "Moon Prism Power, Make Up!" Pink hearts and such began to swirl around Quatre. He found himself suddenly clothed in a white leotard. He blinked as a short pink skirt formed along with gloves and boots. The Arabian pilot realized he suddenly had more hair and it was now help up in a style mimicing the Queen's. As the pink spinning things died down, Sailor Chibi Quatre Moon struck a pose.
Quatre, feeling more than a little embarrassed in the little girls clothes, was about to ask the neccessity of this when he found himself spouting out some speech about justice. God! Now he felt like Wufei! "In the name of the new moon, I will punish you!!" The poor boy struck another pose and the Queen clapped excitedly.
"You're a natural, Quatre!" She smiled then turned to the silent boy. "Your turn."
Trowa looked at her quizically, unsure of how to proceed. Apperently, Usagi wasn't exactly sure either. "I've only seen Mamo-chan henshin once. I don't think anyone is actually sure how he does it..."
Trowa sighed. Why did he always have to get the complicated jobs?
"I think you just concentrate on being Tuxedo Kamen. Here's a picture for reference." She held up a photo.
"I'm supposed to look like that?" the banged boy inquired.
The queen took a look at the picture and blushed. It was a picture of Mamo-chan in a speedo wearing his cape and top hat. "Oops. Wrong one." She pulled out the correct picture of the fully clothed Tuxedo Kamen.
Trowa took the picture and concentrated on the image.
To the Queen's delight, rose petals began swirling around Trowa. Tuxedo Trowa found himself clad in a suit with a cape and ridiculous top hat. Atleast he didn't have to make horrifying speeches after his transformation sequence.
"Now hold hands," the Queen told the makeshift Senshi.
They followed her instructions quickly. Trowa squeezed the fuku clad blonde's hand in reassurance. Quatre smiled. The pilots' "special moment" was interupted by two cats who stood in the middle of the small circle formed by the two.
"SAILOR!" the animals shouted.
"TELEPORT!" the boys responded.
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Relena hit the pool with a large splash. She was lucky and avoided a collision with the bottom of the shallow body of water. As she climbed out of the spring, a small, fat man rushed over to her and started babbling in broken sentences.
"Ah! Very bad!"
Relena glared at the Chinese guide. "What do you mean 'very bad'? So I'm a little wet, big deal?!"
The little man gulped. "Fall in Spring of Drowned Raging Lesbian. Tragic story of raging lesbian who fall in pool and drown 5,000 year ago. Now all who fall in pool turn into raging lesbian. Very sad." He explained to the annoyed and very wet Relena.
She didn't have a clue what the stupid little man was talking about. She didn't feel any different. And she certainly felt no sudden attraction to women. "You old fool! Don't lie to..." Relena trailed off as she noticed one of those nice Chinese Amazons. A very pretty Amazon. As the Chinese girl passed Relena stood up and trailed after her.
"Ah! Where you go? No explain curse reversal yet!" He called to her, holding up a kettle of hot water. Relena, who was obviously too involved with following the pretty girl, didn't hear the Chinese man.
The guide shrugged. "Too bad, waste of pretty girl."
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Xellos sat, happily floating in the air. He was entertaining himself by watching the antics of an unfortunate girl who had just fallen into the Spring of Drowned Raging Lesbian.
So far she had been beaten up by three girls and was now following another. The trickster couldn't wait to see what the outcome would be. He hoped no one got too carried away; she wouldn't be any fun if she was dead.
"This show would be even better with some company," the purple haired man commented to himself. He looked thoughtful for a moment then excliamed triumphantly, "I know!"
He snapped his fingers and grinned happily when a Zelgadis appeared on Xel's lap wearing nothing but pink, lacy women's undergarments. Zel blinked in suprise at the change in his surroundings. But as soon as he noticed his clothing, his suprise was forgotten and he glared angrily at the smiling culprit. Xel didn't seem to notice, or care about the chimera's anger.
"Xellos..." the blue skinned man growled out threateningly.
"Zel-chan, what's the matter? Don't you like the color?" he asked innocently, pointing to Zel's clothing.
The infuriated Zel growled again at the mazoku and promptly punched him in the head. The priest tumbled backwards from the force of the blow and landed on the ground with a thud. Zel floated down to were a dazed Xel lay moaning. And no, unfortunatly for our beloved blue skinned chimera, it was not in pain.
"Zel-chan! You know what I like! Do it again!" the trickster moaned pleadingly.
The scantily clad man sighed. You think after all this time he would remember Xel likes the abuse! But, no! As soon as his anger flares, the information flies right out of his mind. He grudgingly scooped up the priest and set off to find a more private place.
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Wufei sighed as two men suddenly appeared in front of him. They both looked more then just a bit suprised. Whether it was the fact that they were suddenly transported to some strange place, the many red cars sticking out of the ground, the upside down spinning castle suspended from the sky, or that Wufei was wearing a dress is unknown.
The ginger-haired man got over his shock first and scooped Wufei up in his arms. "Dragon, what are you doing here looking so delicious?" Treize asked, admiring Wufei's dress.
Zechs, feeling left out, wrapped his arms around Wufei also. The Chinese youth gave a small sigh. These two were deffinately like Touga and Akio. The poor Gundam pilot shuddered at the shear magnitude of manipulativeness that was contained between the four.
The two men responsible for getting the dress on Wufei smiled at the newcomers. Akio smiled that seductive Akio smile. "I am Ohtori Akio. Chairman of Ohtori Accademy."
Treize and Zechs were about to extend their own pleasantries when they were interupted by a ring. Akio puled out of a cell phone and held it up to is ear. "Yes, I'll be right there." And with that, he walked off leaving Touga in charge of welcoming the other two men.
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A small purple-haired boy stood in front of a bakery, looking into the window. He wore a pair of red pants and a white shirt with a red vest over it. He fidgeted with a small flute while eyeing the cookies in the window.
Suddenly a man was standing next to the boy. A very bishounen man. He was dressed almost the same as the small boy, but his white shirt was frilly, unlike the boy's. The man, in fact, looked like an older version of the child. He too peered intently into the window.
Another man appeared next to the two. He looked a bit older then then the first man, but was definately more bishounen. His light purple hair was also longer then the two other males' and kept back in a ponytail. He wore a red shirt and a pair of black pants. He, following the duo's example, looked into the window.
All three peered at the cookies.
All was apparently going well. They were staring at the cookies. All lined up by height. Staring at the cookies. Staring rather well, too. The man in the middle suddenly went rigid and stared to yell, "My keys! I can't find my keys!! Have you seen my keys?! Where the hell are my keys?!" He clutched at his head and then threw himself through the bakery window.
The oldest and most bishounen man rolled his eyes in contempt and muttered "Loser" under his breath. As the other man convulsed on the floor of the bakery in a sea of cookies, broken glass, and blood, the oldest took the youngest's hand and led him away from the scene.
No one should have to see an Akio act in that manner.
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"Now, you need to hold up the compact and yell 'Moon Prism Power, Make Up.'," she explained to the blonde.
Quatre was brought up to be a gentlemen, so he really didn't like to yell. It was very rude. "Do I have to yell?"
The Moon Queen nodded. "It would ruin the effect otherwise."
Quatre hesitantly held up the pink heart-shaped compact. "Moon Prism Power, Make Up!" Pink hearts and such began to swirl around Quatre. He found himself suddenly clothed in a white leotard. He blinked as a short pink skirt formed along with gloves and boots. The Arabian pilot realized he suddenly had more hair and it was now help up in a style mimicing the Queen's. As the pink spinning things died down, Sailor Chibi Quatre Moon struck a pose.
Quatre, feeling more than a little embarrassed in the little girls clothes, was about to ask the neccessity of this when he found himself spouting out some speech about justice. God! Now he felt like Wufei! "In the name of the new moon, I will punish you!!" The poor boy struck another pose and the Queen clapped excitedly.
"You're a natural, Quatre!" She smiled then turned to the silent boy. "Your turn."
Trowa looked at her quizically, unsure of how to proceed. Apperently, Usagi wasn't exactly sure either. "I've only seen Mamo-chan henshin once. I don't think anyone is actually sure how he does it..."
Trowa sighed. Why did he always have to get the complicated jobs?
"I think you just concentrate on being Tuxedo Kamen. Here's a picture for reference." She held up a photo.
"I'm supposed to look like that?" the banged boy inquired.
The queen took a look at the picture and blushed. It was a picture of Mamo-chan in a speedo wearing his cape and top hat. "Oops. Wrong one." She pulled out the correct picture of the fully clothed Tuxedo Kamen.
Trowa took the picture and concentrated on the image.
To the Queen's delight, rose petals began swirling around Trowa. Tuxedo Trowa found himself clad in a suit with a cape and ridiculous top hat. Atleast he didn't have to make horrifying speeches after his transformation sequence.
"Now hold hands," the Queen told the makeshift Senshi.
They followed her instructions quickly. Trowa squeezed the fuku clad blonde's hand in reassurance. Quatre smiled. The pilots' "special moment" was interupted by two cats who stood in the middle of the small circle formed by the two.
"SAILOR!" the animals shouted.
"TELEPORT!" the boys responded.
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Relena hit the pool with a large splash. She was lucky and avoided a collision with the bottom of the shallow body of water. As she climbed out of the spring, a small, fat man rushed over to her and started babbling in broken sentences.
"Ah! Very bad!"
Relena glared at the Chinese guide. "What do you mean 'very bad'? So I'm a little wet, big deal?!"
The little man gulped. "Fall in Spring of Drowned Raging Lesbian. Tragic story of raging lesbian who fall in pool and drown 5,000 year ago. Now all who fall in pool turn into raging lesbian. Very sad." He explained to the annoyed and very wet Relena.
She didn't have a clue what the stupid little man was talking about. She didn't feel any different. And she certainly felt no sudden attraction to women. "You old fool! Don't lie to..." Relena trailed off as she noticed one of those nice Chinese Amazons. A very pretty Amazon. As the Chinese girl passed Relena stood up and trailed after her.
"Ah! Where you go? No explain curse reversal yet!" He called to her, holding up a kettle of hot water. Relena, who was obviously too involved with following the pretty girl, didn't hear the Chinese man.
The guide shrugged. "Too bad, waste of pretty girl."
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Xellos sat, happily floating in the air. He was entertaining himself by watching the antics of an unfortunate girl who had just fallen into the Spring of Drowned Raging Lesbian.
So far she had been beaten up by three girls and was now following another. The trickster couldn't wait to see what the outcome would be. He hoped no one got too carried away; she wouldn't be any fun if she was dead.
"This show would be even better with some company," the purple haired man commented to himself. He looked thoughtful for a moment then excliamed triumphantly, "I know!"
He snapped his fingers and grinned happily when a Zelgadis appeared on Xel's lap wearing nothing but pink, lacy women's undergarments. Zel blinked in suprise at the change in his surroundings. But as soon as he noticed his clothing, his suprise was forgotten and he glared angrily at the smiling culprit. Xel didn't seem to notice, or care about the chimera's anger.
"Xellos..." the blue skinned man growled out threateningly.
"Zel-chan, what's the matter? Don't you like the color?" he asked innocently, pointing to Zel's clothing.
The infuriated Zel growled again at the mazoku and promptly punched him in the head. The priest tumbled backwards from the force of the blow and landed on the ground with a thud. Zel floated down to were a dazed Xel lay moaning. And no, unfortunatly for our beloved blue skinned chimera, it was not in pain.
"Zel-chan! You know what I like! Do it again!" the trickster moaned pleadingly.
The scantily clad man sighed. You think after all this time he would remember Xel likes the abuse! But, no! As soon as his anger flares, the information flies right out of his mind. He grudgingly scooped up the priest and set off to find a more private place.
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Wufei sighed as two men suddenly appeared in front of him. They both looked more then just a bit suprised. Whether it was the fact that they were suddenly transported to some strange place, the many red cars sticking out of the ground, the upside down spinning castle suspended from the sky, or that Wufei was wearing a dress is unknown.
The ginger-haired man got over his shock first and scooped Wufei up in his arms. "Dragon, what are you doing here looking so delicious?" Treize asked, admiring Wufei's dress.
Zechs, feeling left out, wrapped his arms around Wufei also. The Chinese youth gave a small sigh. These two were deffinately like Touga and Akio. The poor Gundam pilot shuddered at the shear magnitude of manipulativeness that was contained between the four.
The two men responsible for getting the dress on Wufei smiled at the newcomers. Akio smiled that seductive Akio smile. "I am Ohtori Akio. Chairman of Ohtori Accademy."
Treize and Zechs were about to extend their own pleasantries when they were interupted by a ring. Akio puled out of a cell phone and held it up to is ear. "Yes, I'll be right there." And with that, he walked off leaving Touga in charge of welcoming the other two men.
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A small purple-haired boy stood in front of a bakery, looking into the window. He wore a pair of red pants and a white shirt with a red vest over it. He fidgeted with a small flute while eyeing the cookies in the window.
Suddenly a man was standing next to the boy. A very bishounen man. He was dressed almost the same as the small boy, but his white shirt was frilly, unlike the boy's. The man, in fact, looked like an older version of the child. He too peered intently into the window.
Another man appeared next to the two. He looked a bit older then then the first man, but was definately more bishounen. His light purple hair was also longer then the two other males' and kept back in a ponytail. He wore a red shirt and a pair of black pants. He, following the duo's example, looked into the window.
All three peered at the cookies.
All was apparently going well. They were staring at the cookies. All lined up by height. Staring at the cookies. Staring rather well, too. The man in the middle suddenly went rigid and stared to yell, "My keys! I can't find my keys!! Have you seen my keys?! Where the hell are my keys?!" He clutched at his head and then threw himself through the bakery window.
The oldest and most bishounen man rolled his eyes in contempt and muttered "Loser" under his breath. As the other man convulsed on the floor of the bakery in a sea of cookies, broken glass, and blood, the oldest took the youngest's hand and led him away from the scene.
No one should have to see an Akio act in that manner.