SLAYERS BEWILDERED
By GittaPet
Okay, before I say anything else let me get this stuff out of the way.
DISCLAIMER:
Slayers copyright of Hajime Kanzaka, Rui Araizumi, TV Tokyo, Marubeni, and SOFTX. Email me if any of that information is incorrect (gittagonz@mindspring.com).
Now I can move on. ^__^
WARNING:
This fic contains shameless & blatant self-insertion, as well as horrible puns, corny jokes, sleazy jokes, disturbing jokes, confusing jokes, inside jokes, and many things that won't make sense and in fact aren't supposed to make sense. There will be some inappropriate humor, but I'm sure it's nothing you haven't heard before. There will be many instances in which you, the Reader(s), will wonder where the logic has disappeared to. Stop wondering; you will not find it because there was none to begin with. You have been forewarned. So kwitcherbitchin.
UNNECESSARY BACKGROUND INFO:
My favorite character in this show (and possibly in all anime-dom) is Xellos Metallium, regardless of how I might abuse him. (In fact, since he likes pain, technically every time I abuse him I'm actually petting him . . . wait, I'm confusing myself.) And Zelgadis is my friend Libby's bishounen. I enjoy tormenting Zel too. Not because he's a particular favorite of mine (in fact sometimes I think he's such a pansy), but because everyone else does, including Libby (aka Lady Geuna).
Anyway.
So Libby and I are eating tons of sugar coated sugar cakes one day, and we start discussing how funny it would be, and how much we would harass our boy toys, if we were to run into them some random day. So I got to thinking . . . and then I wrote the first two chapters, let them rot in my computer for a year or two, looked over the first chapter again, and wrote this disclaimer thingie. And then I commenced writing the rest of it. Isn't that confusing? Think about it. I'm writing this right now, speaking in past tense about writing the rest of the fic, but I haven't really written it yet. And technically, even though I'm writing this now, this "now" is a completely different one from your "now", since "now" for me is right now as I am writing, and "now" for you is right now while you're reading, except for me you haven't read it yet because I'm still writing and for you my now has already happened, even though for me it hasn't even happened yet . . . I'm confusing myself again.
But I digress. Allow me to continue.
Like I said in the "warning", this fic is just supposed to be a funny little blurb. It was written for the amusement of my friends and myself, and I decided, since I had nothing better to do (and was sure that none of you did either), to share this masterpiece with the World Wide Web. It's not very well written in my opinion, and everyone's just a tad out of character, but I enjoyed writing it. I hope you'll enjoy reading it. Feedback is welcomed with open arms and a plateful of newly baked cookies. Flames will also be read, just on the off chance that one of them will make a valid point . . . BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Oh man, I crack me up.
Okay, well, if you skipped the Unnecessary Background Info, this is just a "what if we ran into our fave anime bishies" kinda fic. If you don't want to read it, don't. If you go ahead and read it anyway, then that's your own damn fault, isn't it? So don't whine too much.
And now, on with the show . . .
