The Nightmare Before Christmas
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because Chapter 3 has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
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Slash was taken aback by this sudden question, but he recovered fast
enough to answer, "about me....and Jam?"
Nancy nodded. "Yes. Last night Tommy went upstairs to brush his
teeth and get ready for bed, and when he opened the door to the bathroom
he reported seeing you and Jam in the bathtub having a sort of affair.
Is this the truth, because if it is, I won't complain. I'm broad-minded
and I have much respect for gays and lesbians, if you ask me."
Slash was stunned. He couldn't find anything to say - only his
mouth remained listlessly open as Nancy began to speak again.
"It's okay. You can tell me." She reassured him.
Slash couldn't speak. He found it unrealistically hard to. Finally,
he looked down at his hands and sighed "Yes.......yes it is. It's true."
He began to cry a little. "I guess it's true."
Nancy held Slash in her arms tightly, trying to calm him down.
"It's okay, it's okay. I won't tell anybody....."
Those words seemed to echo in his mind -
'I won't tell anybody....."
* * *
As Nancy walked down the stairs, she began to think -
'If Jam was in it too......does that mean both him and Slash are....?'
* * *
Jam was in the bedroom listening to music (rap music of course,
knowing the Master Trickster himself) and he had just got done with another
of his skilled drawings - this one was of a black cat, sitting on a pillow
in front of a window with sunshine beaming through. He held it up and
looked it over to see how he did. Satisfied with this latest masterpiece,
he decided to see how his buddy Slash was doing. Last night's experience had
been more than a thrill to him, and he decided to ask Slash's opinion as
well. He meandered down the hallway - still sort of drugged from all the
Christmas excitement and belly full of all that breakfast that Nancy and
Tommy had served up earlier - and opened the door to the guest bedroom.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Slash sitting on the edge of the
bed, head in his hands, crying like his pet had just died.
"Slash...what's wrong? Why are you - "
"She...she made me confess. She made me tell her why I am the way I
am and why we did what we did and everything!" He bawled.
"Who? Who's she?!?" Jam demanded, although concerned-like.
"Nancy!" Slash sobbed.
Jam let this sink in for a moment, then he clenched his teeth and
fists in anger. 'How dare my biggest rival on the slopes harass my buddy
like this' he thought.
As he wrapped his arms around Slash and comforted him, he looked up
at the window and squinted. 'I'm going to make her pay.' He thought, 'and
I don't care if she likes it or not.'
When Slash had finally calmed down, they took a long look into each
others' eyes. Slash managed a weak little smile, which was returned by Jam,
except Jam's wasn't weak at all - it seemed powerful and trusting. Knowing
this sense alone was enough to pull all the worries from Slash's mind in an
instant. He felt like he was ready to doze off right there in Jam's arms
when Jam spoke up.
"You know Slash, who cares what Nancy thinks. She said she was
concerned, but I bet Linda talked her into it so that Miss Rich could spread
a big nasty rumor about it."
Slash grinned. "Yeah."
Jam smiled. "You know, what we did in the bath last night was a lot
of fun, but we never got to finish."
Slash looked at Jam. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking when I hear
you say 'finish'?"
Jam nodded.
There was silence for a moment's notice as the two boys looked at the
door to make sure it was locked. It was.
And with that looked over, a mad flurry of clothes began flying.
* * *
"No no NO!!! You're doing it all wrong! You have to roll the first
two big snowballs for the snowman's bottom and middle and THEN you roll the
head!!!" Nancy screeched. Her and Linda and Tommy were out front building
a snowman that would be holding a wooden sign with red letters painted on it
that read, 'Happy New Year!'. Unfortunately, because of a clumsy mistake
made by Tommy, the snowman's little head was on the bottom, holding up the
middle snowball and then the biggest snowball on top of THAT. How it managed
to stay like that the other kids didn't know, but one thing they DID know is
that a snowman is not supposed to look like that no matter what the occasion.
"Don't you know how to build a proper snowman?!?" Linda screeched at
the green-clothed chubby one. "You built that thing like you've never seen
a snowman in your life!"
"Shut up, Linda! I can't help it if I'm tired from all this crazy
Christmas stuff! Infact, if I do anymore vigorous exercizes I'm going to do
a Christmas barf!!!" Tommy hollered at her.
Linda was quiet.
"I suggest we gently lower the bigger two snowballs off of the other
smaller one and then we start over from there." Nancy inquired.
"Good idea." Tommy mumbled, glaring at Linda.
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By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because Chapter 3 has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
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- continued from Chapter 4 -
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Slash was taken aback by this sudden question, but he recovered fast
enough to answer, "about me....and Jam?"
Nancy nodded. "Yes. Last night Tommy went upstairs to brush his
teeth and get ready for bed, and when he opened the door to the bathroom
he reported seeing you and Jam in the bathtub having a sort of affair.
Is this the truth, because if it is, I won't complain. I'm broad-minded
and I have much respect for gays and lesbians, if you ask me."
Slash was stunned. He couldn't find anything to say - only his
mouth remained listlessly open as Nancy began to speak again.
"It's okay. You can tell me." She reassured him.
Slash couldn't speak. He found it unrealistically hard to. Finally,
he looked down at his hands and sighed "Yes.......yes it is. It's true."
He began to cry a little. "I guess it's true."
Nancy held Slash in her arms tightly, trying to calm him down.
"It's okay, it's okay. I won't tell anybody....."
Those words seemed to echo in his mind -
'I won't tell anybody....."
* * *
As Nancy walked down the stairs, she began to think -
'If Jam was in it too......does that mean both him and Slash are....?'
* * *
Jam was in the bedroom listening to music (rap music of course,
knowing the Master Trickster himself) and he had just got done with another
of his skilled drawings - this one was of a black cat, sitting on a pillow
in front of a window with sunshine beaming through. He held it up and
looked it over to see how he did. Satisfied with this latest masterpiece,
he decided to see how his buddy Slash was doing. Last night's experience had
been more than a thrill to him, and he decided to ask Slash's opinion as
well. He meandered down the hallway - still sort of drugged from all the
Christmas excitement and belly full of all that breakfast that Nancy and
Tommy had served up earlier - and opened the door to the guest bedroom.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Slash sitting on the edge of the
bed, head in his hands, crying like his pet had just died.
"Slash...what's wrong? Why are you - "
"She...she made me confess. She made me tell her why I am the way I
am and why we did what we did and everything!" He bawled.
"Who? Who's she?!?" Jam demanded, although concerned-like.
"Nancy!" Slash sobbed.
Jam let this sink in for a moment, then he clenched his teeth and
fists in anger. 'How dare my biggest rival on the slopes harass my buddy
like this' he thought.
As he wrapped his arms around Slash and comforted him, he looked up
at the window and squinted. 'I'm going to make her pay.' He thought, 'and
I don't care if she likes it or not.'
When Slash had finally calmed down, they took a long look into each
others' eyes. Slash managed a weak little smile, which was returned by Jam,
except Jam's wasn't weak at all - it seemed powerful and trusting. Knowing
this sense alone was enough to pull all the worries from Slash's mind in an
instant. He felt like he was ready to doze off right there in Jam's arms
when Jam spoke up.
"You know Slash, who cares what Nancy thinks. She said she was
concerned, but I bet Linda talked her into it so that Miss Rich could spread
a big nasty rumor about it."
Slash grinned. "Yeah."
Jam smiled. "You know, what we did in the bath last night was a lot
of fun, but we never got to finish."
Slash looked at Jam. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking when I hear
you say 'finish'?"
Jam nodded.
There was silence for a moment's notice as the two boys looked at the
door to make sure it was locked. It was.
And with that looked over, a mad flurry of clothes began flying.
* * *
"No no NO!!! You're doing it all wrong! You have to roll the first
two big snowballs for the snowman's bottom and middle and THEN you roll the
head!!!" Nancy screeched. Her and Linda and Tommy were out front building
a snowman that would be holding a wooden sign with red letters painted on it
that read, 'Happy New Year!'. Unfortunately, because of a clumsy mistake
made by Tommy, the snowman's little head was on the bottom, holding up the
middle snowball and then the biggest snowball on top of THAT. How it managed
to stay like that the other kids didn't know, but one thing they DID know is
that a snowman is not supposed to look like that no matter what the occasion.
"Don't you know how to build a proper snowman?!?" Linda screeched at
the green-clothed chubby one. "You built that thing like you've never seen
a snowman in your life!"
"Shut up, Linda! I can't help it if I'm tired from all this crazy
Christmas stuff! Infact, if I do anymore vigorous exercizes I'm going to do
a Christmas barf!!!" Tommy hollered at her.
Linda was quiet.
"I suggest we gently lower the bigger two snowballs off of the other
smaller one and then we start over from there." Nancy inquired.
"Good idea." Tommy mumbled, glaring at Linda.
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