WE DON'T OWN THEM! There, I said it. *sniffs* Unfortunately.
The Things People Do For Love
"Where ARE they?" Shu grumped. The guys (Seiji, Shu, Naaza and Touma) had been waiting for what seemed like hours for their dates to get ready. Naaza rolled his eyes.
"Who knows? Why does it always take women so long to get ready for anything?" He was immediately attacked, verbally at least, by Seiji and Shu.
"HEY! Shin is NOT a woman!" Shu growled in a dangerous tone.
"Neither is Ryo!" Seiji added angrily.
"They are tonight..." Touma said. Everyone turned as one to see the two Troopers, being pushed along by Midajah and Chimi, coming down the stairs. Shin looked more than a little wobbly.
"R...Ryo?" Seiji finally managed to gasp out. The transformation was astounding. "You look...ne, beautiful!" Ryo blushed at the compliment.
"Do you really think so?" he asked shyly. Seiji nodded.
"Hai. I do. You look more than beautiful...gorgeous, in fact." Meanwhile, Shu was staring open-mouthedly at Shin.
"I...you...when... How'd you do this?" he asked. Midajah and Chimi both grinned at the reception of their handiwork.
"There's not too much that a ton of cash and two very determined women can't do," Chimi told him. Midajah's smile suddenly metamorphosed into a frown.
"Hey... nobody has said anything about how great WE look!" she said.
"She's right!" agreed Chimi. "I'm hurt!" Their boyfriends immediately began, in technical terms, kissing some serious ass.
"You look wonderful, Midajah," Naaza assured her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Touma, not to be outdone, pulled Chimi up against him as well.
"Aa...you look good enough to eat, Chimi," he purred smoothly. Chimi hmph-ed.
"I'm still hurt. We had to remind you to tell us." Touma and Naaza exchanged looks. This wasn't going to be easy.
"What if I SHOW you how much I love you, Dajah-koi?" Naaza asked, slipping one hand up Midajah's back.
"What did you have in mind, Naaza?" she questioned, leaning into her boyfriend's embrace. Ryo, still struggling with his mini-skirt, snorted.
"If it's what I think it is, it had better be done in the privacy of your own home..." Naaza barely looked over at him.
"Shut up, Cinder-Ryo."
"Yes. And at any rate, I was talking to NAAZA." Ryo ignored their heated glares.
"Ne, excuuuse him. It's not his fault you said it so damned loud..." Touma grabbed Chimi's arm before she could say more.
"We should go inside so that I can stun everyone with your ravenous beauty." Chimi smiled happily.
"Congrats, Touma-chan. You are now back in my good graces."
***
At the dance...
"Let's hurry up and go in. I'm not gonna suffer for nothing. My ankles are already starting to hurt...and why won't this dress stay down?!?" Ryo pulled down on the hem...only to have it do a slingshot effect and go even higher than before.
"My guess is that you haven't quite yet mastered the art...unlike those high heels..." Shin idly remarked. Touma, Naaza, Seiji and Shu all turned to stare at Ryo.
"You've done this before?" Naaza asked incredulously.
"Heh heh, eto...oh, my...look at the time! We'd better go inside!" Ryo began to walk, rather quickly, toward the gym door.
"Oh, wait! Help me, Shu!" Shin cried out, leaning on him to keep himself from crashing to the pavement. "How does he do it? How the hell does he do it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ryo called over his shoulder.
"I bet it took months of practice," Naaza sneered. Ryo whirled around, keeping perfect balance, and glared at the Doku Masho. He held up a perfectly manicured hand. (Courtesy of Two Very Determined Women with a Ton of Cash, Inc.)
"You are this close, Naaza," his forefinger and thumb nearly touched together, "this close. I have a short temper and stilettos. So do NOT push it."
"You brought knives to school?" Midajah sighed deeply.
"No, Naaza. Stilettos are a type of women's shoe."
"Duh," muttered Ryo.
"It's not my fault that I'm not an expert on women's clothing," Naaza retorted, smirking.
"Oh, that is SO it..."
"I thought we were going inside. Come on, people...there is a dance. So let's go have fun," Shu interrupted, holding an incensed Ryo back.
"Why, Shu...that's the smartest thing you've said all year...and the first not relating to food..." Midajah said, smiling sweetly.
"Why, Midajah, I think your little Hooters friends are calling you."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I do NOT work at Hooters?!?"
"How many times do I have to tell YOU that I'm not fat?!? I'm just..."
"What? Big-boned?"
"Actually, there is some truth to that statement. I believe that although my appearance is, as you call it, "fat", it is my high bodily muscle content that is responsible for my weight. Also, to maintain the energy that my muscles give off, I must eat more than the average homo* sapien to satisfy my high metabolism. *(Shu made a funny!)
I would also like to state that I find your overweight jokes and comments to be horribly unnecessary and droll and, may I even go this far...cruel. So, Midajah-san, I would like to propose this compromise: If you will refrain from making comments on my shape and content of fat, I shall no longer make comments on your supposedly working at Hooters. Why any self-respecting woman would work there is beyond my comprehension. So, let us, as they say, bury the proverbial hatchet. Agreed?" He was met with stunned silence. Midajah slowly nodded her head.
Uh...y...yeah...sure..."
"Good. Now, let's be off! Time is of the essence...shall we?" Shin slowly took Shu's outstretched hand and they disappeared into the mass of students. The rest of the group stared after them, then at each other.
"Ne, that was certainly..." Chimi began.
"Astonishing?" supplied Touma.
"Did Shu just say that? Pinch me, I must be dreaming...itai!" Ryo cried, rubbing his bottom. He glared at Seiji. "I didn't mean LITERALLY...hentai..." Seiji, to his credit, looked disgusting innocent. If a luminescent halo (no pun intended) had appeared over his head, no one would have been surprised.
"But you asked for it..." Ryo gave him a withering glare. Seiji refused to wither. It might have had something to go with the fact that it was nearly completely canceled out by the ghost of a smirk also present on Ryo's face.
2 B Continued...
The Things People Do For Love
"Where ARE they?" Shu grumped. The guys (Seiji, Shu, Naaza and Touma) had been waiting for what seemed like hours for their dates to get ready. Naaza rolled his eyes.
"Who knows? Why does it always take women so long to get ready for anything?" He was immediately attacked, verbally at least, by Seiji and Shu.
"HEY! Shin is NOT a woman!" Shu growled in a dangerous tone.
"Neither is Ryo!" Seiji added angrily.
"They are tonight..." Touma said. Everyone turned as one to see the two Troopers, being pushed along by Midajah and Chimi, coming down the stairs. Shin looked more than a little wobbly.
"R...Ryo?" Seiji finally managed to gasp out. The transformation was astounding. "You look...ne, beautiful!" Ryo blushed at the compliment.
"Do you really think so?" he asked shyly. Seiji nodded.
"Hai. I do. You look more than beautiful...gorgeous, in fact." Meanwhile, Shu was staring open-mouthedly at Shin.
"I...you...when... How'd you do this?" he asked. Midajah and Chimi both grinned at the reception of their handiwork.
"There's not too much that a ton of cash and two very determined women can't do," Chimi told him. Midajah's smile suddenly metamorphosed into a frown.
"Hey... nobody has said anything about how great WE look!" she said.
"She's right!" agreed Chimi. "I'm hurt!" Their boyfriends immediately began, in technical terms, kissing some serious ass.
"You look wonderful, Midajah," Naaza assured her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Touma, not to be outdone, pulled Chimi up against him as well.
"Aa...you look good enough to eat, Chimi," he purred smoothly. Chimi hmph-ed.
"I'm still hurt. We had to remind you to tell us." Touma and Naaza exchanged looks. This wasn't going to be easy.
"What if I SHOW you how much I love you, Dajah-koi?" Naaza asked, slipping one hand up Midajah's back.
"What did you have in mind, Naaza?" she questioned, leaning into her boyfriend's embrace. Ryo, still struggling with his mini-skirt, snorted.
"If it's what I think it is, it had better be done in the privacy of your own home..." Naaza barely looked over at him.
"Shut up, Cinder-Ryo."
"Yes. And at any rate, I was talking to NAAZA." Ryo ignored their heated glares.
"Ne, excuuuse him. It's not his fault you said it so damned loud..." Touma grabbed Chimi's arm before she could say more.
"We should go inside so that I can stun everyone with your ravenous beauty." Chimi smiled happily.
"Congrats, Touma-chan. You are now back in my good graces."
***
At the dance...
"Let's hurry up and go in. I'm not gonna suffer for nothing. My ankles are already starting to hurt...and why won't this dress stay down?!?" Ryo pulled down on the hem...only to have it do a slingshot effect and go even higher than before.
"My guess is that you haven't quite yet mastered the art...unlike those high heels..." Shin idly remarked. Touma, Naaza, Seiji and Shu all turned to stare at Ryo.
"You've done this before?" Naaza asked incredulously.
"Heh heh, eto...oh, my...look at the time! We'd better go inside!" Ryo began to walk, rather quickly, toward the gym door.
"Oh, wait! Help me, Shu!" Shin cried out, leaning on him to keep himself from crashing to the pavement. "How does he do it? How the hell does he do it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ryo called over his shoulder.
"I bet it took months of practice," Naaza sneered. Ryo whirled around, keeping perfect balance, and glared at the Doku Masho. He held up a perfectly manicured hand. (Courtesy of Two Very Determined Women with a Ton of Cash, Inc.)
"You are this close, Naaza," his forefinger and thumb nearly touched together, "this close. I have a short temper and stilettos. So do NOT push it."
"You brought knives to school?" Midajah sighed deeply.
"No, Naaza. Stilettos are a type of women's shoe."
"Duh," muttered Ryo.
"It's not my fault that I'm not an expert on women's clothing," Naaza retorted, smirking.
"Oh, that is SO it..."
"I thought we were going inside. Come on, people...there is a dance. So let's go have fun," Shu interrupted, holding an incensed Ryo back.
"Why, Shu...that's the smartest thing you've said all year...and the first not relating to food..." Midajah said, smiling sweetly.
"Why, Midajah, I think your little Hooters friends are calling you."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I do NOT work at Hooters?!?"
"How many times do I have to tell YOU that I'm not fat?!? I'm just..."
"What? Big-boned?"
"Actually, there is some truth to that statement. I believe that although my appearance is, as you call it, "fat", it is my high bodily muscle content that is responsible for my weight. Also, to maintain the energy that my muscles give off, I must eat more than the average homo* sapien to satisfy my high metabolism. *(Shu made a funny!)
I would also like to state that I find your overweight jokes and comments to be horribly unnecessary and droll and, may I even go this far...cruel. So, Midajah-san, I would like to propose this compromise: If you will refrain from making comments on my shape and content of fat, I shall no longer make comments on your supposedly working at Hooters. Why any self-respecting woman would work there is beyond my comprehension. So, let us, as they say, bury the proverbial hatchet. Agreed?" He was met with stunned silence. Midajah slowly nodded her head.
Uh...y...yeah...sure..."
"Good. Now, let's be off! Time is of the essence...shall we?" Shin slowly took Shu's outstretched hand and they disappeared into the mass of students. The rest of the group stared after them, then at each other.
"Ne, that was certainly..." Chimi began.
"Astonishing?" supplied Touma.
"Did Shu just say that? Pinch me, I must be dreaming...itai!" Ryo cried, rubbing his bottom. He glared at Seiji. "I didn't mean LITERALLY...hentai..." Seiji, to his credit, looked disgusting innocent. If a luminescent halo (no pun intended) had appeared over his head, no one would have been surprised.
"But you asked for it..." Ryo gave him a withering glare. Seiji refused to wither. It might have had something to go with the fact that it was nearly completely canceled out by the ghost of a smirk also present on Ryo's face.
2 B Continued...