0_o For some reason, I wrote more. Yeesh. I obviously need less time to
write and more homework.
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it. Except for the pig fetuses. Oh, yeah, baby….ALL mine. Prow!~
Archives: Uh..sure. Ask me first, though.
Onwards!
EXTENDED DETENTION
The battle raged.
One side stoutly defended their choice against the heathen enemy, repelling attack after attack but somehow never managing to launch a counter- offensive of their own. It couldn't last forever, and Lina Inverse knew that well.
Her opponent's hand clenched spasmodically around an HB No.2 Eagle brand pencil as he fixed icy blue eyes on her ruby ones.
"Give it up, *Lina*." His voice held a note of scorn, as if he was nearing the end of patience. She smirked in return and put a hand on Gourry's chest to stop him from standing up and quite possibly beating the punk's head into a pile of jam. She could take him. Her lips fairly twitched.
In the corner, Amelia cowered, long since having relinquished control of the Student Council Representatives' General Paint-Buying Meeting to the two warriors in the front row. Tension crackled like static electricity on a cold winter's day between them, each refusing to give up their opinions.
Something had to give.
It gave with a CRACK! as the pencil shattered in the boy's grip.
Gourry's eyes darted back and forth between them nervously as he considered the possibilities.
It had all started so innocently! Down the long hall from the bathrooms right across from the library, tucked away in the spare Chemistry laboratory, the group of five had met for a third time to discuss what colour the lockers of the school were to be painted. A momentous decision, to be sure, so they all camped down in the lab for some serious discussion as to which person wanted which color.
Gourry's mind, quickened for battle, believed that after intense scrutiny he had isolated the very moment where Lina and Zelgadis had decided that they would kill each other slowly, drink each other's blood, and make little plant pots from the hollowed out skulls of their enemy.
When was that moment again? He poked a finger in mouth to once again think it over.
A-hah.
Probably when Zelgadis had called her a poofy-haired, small-framed, wannabe- 'puter-freak with the artistic understanding for color schemes of a partially decomposed warthog. Definitely then. At least Gourry'd got her to put down the scalpel.
Zelgadis' almond eyes blazed as he rose from his seat, his strange voice in a low his and blue hair flopping in his face. The harsh florescents overhead gave the room a strange glow, almost other-worldly. "We can *not* paint the lockers electric-poppy-red, Lina. No matter how much *you* like it." She slammed her hands flat on the table in reply.
"Who says suicidal-*blue* is any better, huh, Goth-boi? Huh?"
His lip curled. He'd had it with her snobbish behavior. As if she were somehow better than him, just because she was so incredibly outgoing! What a. . .bitch! "At least students won't go *blind*, you packet-pasting hax0r kiddie!"
"Well, ex-CUSE ME!" She leapt to her feet spryly. That was just *it*. Lina had had it with this punk's gothic-angst. So he was quiet and artistic. Oh, cruel world, feeeel my teenage paaaain! "At least we'll have some *emotion* here with a nice strong color!"
"Strong! If you were any more masculine, Lina," The teen's voice dripped with condescending sarcasm. "You might build up your chest muscles. Get *something* in that area."
"At least I *am* strong! Where's your mascara, you geisha?!"
It was spiraling deeply out of control. Amelia made helpless mewling noises and looked to the only person not involved for help. Xelloss was examining the formaldehyde jars of piglet fetuses with a practiced eye, cheerfully humming the theme from 'The Killing Fields'. The alcohol in them would burn *wonderfully* were he ever finding the need to torch down the school. He was marking that down in the small purple booklet he carried everywhere.
One day it would burn. Oh, yes. It would.
"Mr. Metalliu-u-um!"
The purple-haired boy looked up with expression of carefully orchestrated concern. "Yes, Amelia?" The girl didn't reply, but simply extended one shaking hand to gesture in Lina and Zelgadis' direction with huge, liquid- filled wobbling eyes. "Oh, yes, they're getting along splendid, don't you think?"
Back to the pigs. He didn't care one way or the other what ghastly color the lockers were painted.
"Mr. Metalli-u-u-um-m-m!"
Pigs.
"M-M-M-Mr.M-e-t-t-talliu-u-u-m----m!"
*Pigs*.
"Mmmmmm---"
He snapped the booklet closed. "Fine!" Jesus, what a pain! He glanced around the science lab for a moment, before snatching up a pair of lab goggles in each hand. He weighted them carefully and turned to face the ravaging fight waging between the two students. Lina had managed an impressive camel hold around the boy's neck, but he was fighting back tenaciously and with a viciousness that even Xelloss couldn't deny with chops to her knees. Gourry sat on the edges, looking strained that he couldn't leap in like the good lap-dog Xelloss knew him to be in Lina's defense.
"Hey!" Xelloss barked. They looked up, and he fired.
Bonk.
Bonk.
"Ooooow!" Moaned Lina and plopped backwards onto her butt.
"Oooowch!" Zelgadis hissed in agreement and rubbed the spot between his eyes where Xelloss had struck him with the goggles. Rubber didn't normally hurt, but when it was *whipped* at you…. He lifted his eyes as Xelloss approached them both with a cheerful smile on his face.
Zelgadis hated him. He wasn't sure when, where, or why, but the boy knew that he did. Maybe it was the nasally voice. Or the clothes covered everything but his face. Or the fact that he *knew* Xelloss didn't study but somehow retained a weasly ninety percent average. Bastard. The boy grunted as he rose to his feet, ignoring the concerned murmurings of Gourry over Lina.
Xelloss wagged a finger in his direction. "I propose. . .a compromise! Purple."
Between red and blue. Perfect
Purple.
It was neurotic enough for the depressed, gothic geisha in Zelgadis, and active enough for the excitatory catatonic schizophrenic in Lina.
They had agreed. It was truly a miracle of God's mercy to the world that it had not escalated further than it had, or copious amounts of bloodshed would have followed.
Zelgadis still hated them all, Lina thought they all were idiots, Gourry *was* an idiot, Amelia existed in a private world of pink lockers and pleased principals, and Xelloss. . .? Who knew what Xelloss thought! He waved cheerfully from a perch near the window as they filed from the science lab. As each passed he handed them a timetable. "See you next time! Bye, Lina! Bye, Amelia! Bye, Gourry! Bye…Zel!"
Next time? Zelgadis looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand and groaned. Buying the paint. He felt ready to cry.
Next Saturday at seven am.
"Don't be late," The boy shifted his position and gave a wicked grin. "Zel."
God, he wished Xelloss wouldn't cross his legs at the knee like that.
Wait a second.
"Who said you could call me ZEL?!"
-fini!-
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it. Except for the pig fetuses. Oh, yeah, baby….ALL mine. Prow!~
Archives: Uh..sure. Ask me first, though.
Onwards!
EXTENDED DETENTION
The battle raged.
One side stoutly defended their choice against the heathen enemy, repelling attack after attack but somehow never managing to launch a counter- offensive of their own. It couldn't last forever, and Lina Inverse knew that well.
Her opponent's hand clenched spasmodically around an HB No.2 Eagle brand pencil as he fixed icy blue eyes on her ruby ones.
"Give it up, *Lina*." His voice held a note of scorn, as if he was nearing the end of patience. She smirked in return and put a hand on Gourry's chest to stop him from standing up and quite possibly beating the punk's head into a pile of jam. She could take him. Her lips fairly twitched.
In the corner, Amelia cowered, long since having relinquished control of the Student Council Representatives' General Paint-Buying Meeting to the two warriors in the front row. Tension crackled like static electricity on a cold winter's day between them, each refusing to give up their opinions.
Something had to give.
It gave with a CRACK! as the pencil shattered in the boy's grip.
Gourry's eyes darted back and forth between them nervously as he considered the possibilities.
It had all started so innocently! Down the long hall from the bathrooms right across from the library, tucked away in the spare Chemistry laboratory, the group of five had met for a third time to discuss what colour the lockers of the school were to be painted. A momentous decision, to be sure, so they all camped down in the lab for some serious discussion as to which person wanted which color.
Gourry's mind, quickened for battle, believed that after intense scrutiny he had isolated the very moment where Lina and Zelgadis had decided that they would kill each other slowly, drink each other's blood, and make little plant pots from the hollowed out skulls of their enemy.
When was that moment again? He poked a finger in mouth to once again think it over.
A-hah.
Probably when Zelgadis had called her a poofy-haired, small-framed, wannabe- 'puter-freak with the artistic understanding for color schemes of a partially decomposed warthog. Definitely then. At least Gourry'd got her to put down the scalpel.
Zelgadis' almond eyes blazed as he rose from his seat, his strange voice in a low his and blue hair flopping in his face. The harsh florescents overhead gave the room a strange glow, almost other-worldly. "We can *not* paint the lockers electric-poppy-red, Lina. No matter how much *you* like it." She slammed her hands flat on the table in reply.
"Who says suicidal-*blue* is any better, huh, Goth-boi? Huh?"
His lip curled. He'd had it with her snobbish behavior. As if she were somehow better than him, just because she was so incredibly outgoing! What a. . .bitch! "At least students won't go *blind*, you packet-pasting hax0r kiddie!"
"Well, ex-CUSE ME!" She leapt to her feet spryly. That was just *it*. Lina had had it with this punk's gothic-angst. So he was quiet and artistic. Oh, cruel world, feeeel my teenage paaaain! "At least we'll have some *emotion* here with a nice strong color!"
"Strong! If you were any more masculine, Lina," The teen's voice dripped with condescending sarcasm. "You might build up your chest muscles. Get *something* in that area."
"At least I *am* strong! Where's your mascara, you geisha?!"
It was spiraling deeply out of control. Amelia made helpless mewling noises and looked to the only person not involved for help. Xelloss was examining the formaldehyde jars of piglet fetuses with a practiced eye, cheerfully humming the theme from 'The Killing Fields'. The alcohol in them would burn *wonderfully* were he ever finding the need to torch down the school. He was marking that down in the small purple booklet he carried everywhere.
One day it would burn. Oh, yes. It would.
"Mr. Metalliu-u-um!"
The purple-haired boy looked up with expression of carefully orchestrated concern. "Yes, Amelia?" The girl didn't reply, but simply extended one shaking hand to gesture in Lina and Zelgadis' direction with huge, liquid- filled wobbling eyes. "Oh, yes, they're getting along splendid, don't you think?"
Back to the pigs. He didn't care one way or the other what ghastly color the lockers were painted.
"Mr. Metalli-u-u-um-m-m!"
Pigs.
"M-M-M-Mr.M-e-t-t-talliu-u-u-m----m!"
*Pigs*.
"Mmmmmm---"
He snapped the booklet closed. "Fine!" Jesus, what a pain! He glanced around the science lab for a moment, before snatching up a pair of lab goggles in each hand. He weighted them carefully and turned to face the ravaging fight waging between the two students. Lina had managed an impressive camel hold around the boy's neck, but he was fighting back tenaciously and with a viciousness that even Xelloss couldn't deny with chops to her knees. Gourry sat on the edges, looking strained that he couldn't leap in like the good lap-dog Xelloss knew him to be in Lina's defense.
"Hey!" Xelloss barked. They looked up, and he fired.
Bonk.
Bonk.
"Ooooow!" Moaned Lina and plopped backwards onto her butt.
"Oooowch!" Zelgadis hissed in agreement and rubbed the spot between his eyes where Xelloss had struck him with the goggles. Rubber didn't normally hurt, but when it was *whipped* at you…. He lifted his eyes as Xelloss approached them both with a cheerful smile on his face.
Zelgadis hated him. He wasn't sure when, where, or why, but the boy knew that he did. Maybe it was the nasally voice. Or the clothes covered everything but his face. Or the fact that he *knew* Xelloss didn't study but somehow retained a weasly ninety percent average. Bastard. The boy grunted as he rose to his feet, ignoring the concerned murmurings of Gourry over Lina.
Xelloss wagged a finger in his direction. "I propose. . .a compromise! Purple."
Between red and blue. Perfect
Purple.
It was neurotic enough for the depressed, gothic geisha in Zelgadis, and active enough for the excitatory catatonic schizophrenic in Lina.
They had agreed. It was truly a miracle of God's mercy to the world that it had not escalated further than it had, or copious amounts of bloodshed would have followed.
Zelgadis still hated them all, Lina thought they all were idiots, Gourry *was* an idiot, Amelia existed in a private world of pink lockers and pleased principals, and Xelloss. . .? Who knew what Xelloss thought! He waved cheerfully from a perch near the window as they filed from the science lab. As each passed he handed them a timetable. "See you next time! Bye, Lina! Bye, Amelia! Bye, Gourry! Bye…Zel!"
Next time? Zelgadis looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand and groaned. Buying the paint. He felt ready to cry.
Next Saturday at seven am.
"Don't be late," The boy shifted his position and gave a wicked grin. "Zel."
God, he wished Xelloss wouldn't cross his legs at the knee like that.
Wait a second.
"Who said you could call me ZEL?!"
-fini!-
