Unwrapping Christmas
By Mitzi
Chapter One
Email: mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Hi y'all! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the prologue for this- I
THINK you liked it. But that's just a guess…Anyweeze, thanks to the
enthausiastic reviews on this story (and the not-so-enthausiastic on
Bittersweet), I've decided to put off working on BitterSymph and all my
other fanfics rotting away on my computer! Well, for now anyhoo. So,
without further delay, here is chapter one of Unwrapping Christmas! Ya
know, I was originally going to call this 'November in the Nude' but a
turkey for underpants just wasn't quite what I was looking for…
* * *
…There, in full color, smiling seductively at the camera with a santa hat
on his head and only a few strategically placed mistletoe leaves for
modesty, stood Mr. Darien Chiba. Gloriously, completely, buck naked…
* * *
Mistletoe. That was all she could see. Serena groaned, realizing
that when she had taken her less than graceful fall to the floor in shock, the
calendar had come with her, and was now lying across her face. She
shoved it away, and struggled up. Serena couldn't believe it. Darien
Chiba- king of cool, duke of disdain- naked in a trashy calendar. Serena
wondered if she had maybe fallen into an episode of "The Twilight Zone."
Her eyes roved the room as she strained her ears, listening for the tell-tale
music.
"Well? Is he hot?" Lita's voice pulled her out of her disbelieving dismay.
"Um…well…uh-"
"Um, well, what? C'mon Sere, tell us!"
"I don't think you really wan-"
"Oh, for cripes' sake, Meatball Head, lemme see!" Raye leaned down and
snatched the calendar off the floor.
"OH MY GOD!"
Raye's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she took in the picture.
"What? Raye, what is it?" Lita and Amy crowded round, fighting over
the papers. Amy, in some bizarre, random feat of strength, somehow
managed to wrest the calendar out of Lita's tight hold before she had a
chance to see it. She gave a rare little smirk, then looked down at her
prize.
"Oh!"
Amy let out a small cry before sighing and fainting dead away.
Seizing the opportunity, lita made a grab for the calendar, just as Serena
and Raye sufficiently recovered from their shock and tried to stop her.
Blowing a major raspberry in their general direction, Lita smiled and lifted
the calendar in front of her, to the two other (awake) girls' horror.
"WHOA! Holy shit, we know this dude!"
* * *
Darien blearily gazed into the depths of his coffee cup as Andrew prattled
on about his girlfriend, hoping to find the solution to all his problems. He
quickly realized, however, that he was unlikely to find several years'
worth of college money in a mug, and gave up. He sighed, and then jerked
in surprise when he heard a young, feminine scream. He spun quickly in
his seat to face the direction from which it had come. There, across the
room, sat and lay, respectively, Serena and Amy on the floor, with Raye in
a chair above them- and some unknown female holding the bane of his
existence.
"Oh, shit!"
Andrew looked up startled as Darien attempted to remove himself from
his chair. He quickly noted that it didn't seem to be working. Darien,
oblivious to the fact that he was fast-attracting the gazes of everybody in
the arcade, was running frantically towards the exit. He wasn't making
much headway, though, as his jacket was still firmly attached to said chair.
With a terrific crunching, grinding sound, accompanied by a few choice
grunts from our formerly-unclothed hero, the chair ripped free of the
ground, spraying tiles and bolts onto the happily entertained arcade
patrons. Finally free of his constraints, Darien ran to the doors, even as the
chair whacked him repeatedly in the gluetimus maximus. (AN: For the
stupid, that would be his ASS! Geddit? He's an ass, getting hit in the
ass…oh, never mind)
Andrew blinked at his quickly departing friend, then looked over at the
back corner booth where several impressionable young teenage girls sat in
various states of shock.
"What was that all about?"
Lita lowered the calendar, her eyes wide and slightly glazed.
"Man, is that guy BUILT!"
* * *
Til next time, my dears! Hey, maybe it'll even be more than two pages
long as well!
~Mitzi
By Mitzi
Chapter One
Email: mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Hi y'all! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the prologue for this- I
THINK you liked it. But that's just a guess…Anyweeze, thanks to the
enthausiastic reviews on this story (and the not-so-enthausiastic on
Bittersweet), I've decided to put off working on BitterSymph and all my
other fanfics rotting away on my computer! Well, for now anyhoo. So,
without further delay, here is chapter one of Unwrapping Christmas! Ya
know, I was originally going to call this 'November in the Nude' but a
turkey for underpants just wasn't quite what I was looking for…
* * *
…There, in full color, smiling seductively at the camera with a santa hat
on his head and only a few strategically placed mistletoe leaves for
modesty, stood Mr. Darien Chiba. Gloriously, completely, buck naked…
* * *
Mistletoe. That was all she could see. Serena groaned, realizing
that when she had taken her less than graceful fall to the floor in shock, the
calendar had come with her, and was now lying across her face. She
shoved it away, and struggled up. Serena couldn't believe it. Darien
Chiba- king of cool, duke of disdain- naked in a trashy calendar. Serena
wondered if she had maybe fallen into an episode of "The Twilight Zone."
Her eyes roved the room as she strained her ears, listening for the tell-tale
music.
"Well? Is he hot?" Lita's voice pulled her out of her disbelieving dismay.
"Um…well…uh-"
"Um, well, what? C'mon Sere, tell us!"
"I don't think you really wan-"
"Oh, for cripes' sake, Meatball Head, lemme see!" Raye leaned down and
snatched the calendar off the floor.
"OH MY GOD!"
Raye's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she took in the picture.
"What? Raye, what is it?" Lita and Amy crowded round, fighting over
the papers. Amy, in some bizarre, random feat of strength, somehow
managed to wrest the calendar out of Lita's tight hold before she had a
chance to see it. She gave a rare little smirk, then looked down at her
prize.
"Oh!"
Amy let out a small cry before sighing and fainting dead away.
Seizing the opportunity, lita made a grab for the calendar, just as Serena
and Raye sufficiently recovered from their shock and tried to stop her.
Blowing a major raspberry in their general direction, Lita smiled and lifted
the calendar in front of her, to the two other (awake) girls' horror.
"WHOA! Holy shit, we know this dude!"
* * *
Darien blearily gazed into the depths of his coffee cup as Andrew prattled
on about his girlfriend, hoping to find the solution to all his problems. He
quickly realized, however, that he was unlikely to find several years'
worth of college money in a mug, and gave up. He sighed, and then jerked
in surprise when he heard a young, feminine scream. He spun quickly in
his seat to face the direction from which it had come. There, across the
room, sat and lay, respectively, Serena and Amy on the floor, with Raye in
a chair above them- and some unknown female holding the bane of his
existence.
"Oh, shit!"
Andrew looked up startled as Darien attempted to remove himself from
his chair. He quickly noted that it didn't seem to be working. Darien,
oblivious to the fact that he was fast-attracting the gazes of everybody in
the arcade, was running frantically towards the exit. He wasn't making
much headway, though, as his jacket was still firmly attached to said chair.
With a terrific crunching, grinding sound, accompanied by a few choice
grunts from our formerly-unclothed hero, the chair ripped free of the
ground, spraying tiles and bolts onto the happily entertained arcade
patrons. Finally free of his constraints, Darien ran to the doors, even as the
chair whacked him repeatedly in the gluetimus maximus. (AN: For the
stupid, that would be his ASS! Geddit? He's an ass, getting hit in the
ass…oh, never mind)
Andrew blinked at his quickly departing friend, then looked over at the
back corner booth where several impressionable young teenage girls sat in
various states of shock.
"What was that all about?"
Lita lowered the calendar, her eyes wide and slightly glazed.
"Man, is that guy BUILT!"
* * *
Til next time, my dears! Hey, maybe it'll even be more than two pages
long as well!
~Mitzi