Miguel and the Elf
By: CrimsonWolf
Chapter 2
"Ah!" the voices of two of our favorite boys cried out. The light turned on.
"Miguel!" a certain infuriated pyromaniac yelled angrily.
"Lord Dilandau!" Miguel shrieked in horror. He and Emmi were both now in Dilandau's bed.
"What are you doing in my bed?!" Dilandau was naked, though his blanket covered from the waist down, seeing as he was now sitting up.
"Um . . . uh . . ." Miguel looked at Emmi for an answer to that very question. At that moment, a hand flew against his face.
"You insect!" Dilandau yelled at the DragonSlayer who had been knocked onto the floor by the blow.
Emmi giggled. "Wow! It's really you!"
Dilandau looked at the elf. "Miguel?"
In a weak voice, Miguel responded, "Yes, Lord Dilandau?"
"Who the hell is that?"
"One of Santa's elves, Sir."
"'Santa's elves'?! Bull!"
"Yes I am!" Emmi shouted as Dilandau fell hard onto the floor from some invisible force.
Miguel looked at his commander. "Lord Dilandau, are you alright?"
Dilandau turned to face Miguel, exposing himself. Miguel made an uncomfortable face. "What do you mean 'Am I alright'?! There's an insane little girl in my bed, and on of the pissants that I have to command is sitting on my bedroom floor!" he screamed.
Miguel cowered, knowing what would come next. But, instead of the slap he expected, Dilandau simply yelled a little more.
"Get your sorry ass out of my room!"
Miguel stood up hastily, and grabbed Emmi, who had been staring at Dilandau the whole time. In the hall, she said, "Wow, Miguel, I never knew it was so big!" She grinned at him.
Miguel looked down at her. "You're the most perverted little girl I've ever met."
"I'm not little," Emmi said. "In fact, I'm 99 years old."
"99?" Miguel asked skeptically.
Emmi nodded as she began walking down the hall. "So, where's your room?"
"You will not sleep in my room!" Miguel said as he walked after her
"Okay, where do I sleep then?"
"Right there." The DragonSlayer pointed to a random spot in the long corridor. "Have fun."
"Hey! You can't mistreat me like this! I brought you here!" Emmi protested. "And I can send you right back to where we came from."
"Oh, fine," Miguel said. "Sleep in that extra room down the hall." He motioned down the hall then drowsily went into his room. He made a point of locking the door.
"Hey Miguel." Guimel was on the computer, surfing the internet. "What's up?"
Miguel sighed as he bandaged his leg. "What time is it, Guimel?" He threw some aspirin in his mouth for the pain in his neck.
"1:02. We've got heavy training tomorrow, you know?"
"And you're awake?" Miguel pulled off his uniform.
"It appears so," he responded. "Sounds like you managed to piss off Lord Dilandau well enough."
"But of course." Miguel climbed into his bed and was asleep in an instant.
Guimel looked up as the lock came unlocked from the other side of the door.
A small foot slipped in, then the entire body of . . .
-----Mwa ha ha! Is that worthy of being called a cliffhanger? Oh well. Review!
By: CrimsonWolf
Chapter 2
"Ah!" the voices of two of our favorite boys cried out. The light turned on.
"Miguel!" a certain infuriated pyromaniac yelled angrily.
"Lord Dilandau!" Miguel shrieked in horror. He and Emmi were both now in Dilandau's bed.
"What are you doing in my bed?!" Dilandau was naked, though his blanket covered from the waist down, seeing as he was now sitting up.
"Um . . . uh . . ." Miguel looked at Emmi for an answer to that very question. At that moment, a hand flew against his face.
"You insect!" Dilandau yelled at the DragonSlayer who had been knocked onto the floor by the blow.
Emmi giggled. "Wow! It's really you!"
Dilandau looked at the elf. "Miguel?"
In a weak voice, Miguel responded, "Yes, Lord Dilandau?"
"Who the hell is that?"
"One of Santa's elves, Sir."
"'Santa's elves'?! Bull!"
"Yes I am!" Emmi shouted as Dilandau fell hard onto the floor from some invisible force.
Miguel looked at his commander. "Lord Dilandau, are you alright?"
Dilandau turned to face Miguel, exposing himself. Miguel made an uncomfortable face. "What do you mean 'Am I alright'?! There's an insane little girl in my bed, and on of the pissants that I have to command is sitting on my bedroom floor!" he screamed.
Miguel cowered, knowing what would come next. But, instead of the slap he expected, Dilandau simply yelled a little more.
"Get your sorry ass out of my room!"
Miguel stood up hastily, and grabbed Emmi, who had been staring at Dilandau the whole time. In the hall, she said, "Wow, Miguel, I never knew it was so big!" She grinned at him.
Miguel looked down at her. "You're the most perverted little girl I've ever met."
"I'm not little," Emmi said. "In fact, I'm 99 years old."
"99?" Miguel asked skeptically.
Emmi nodded as she began walking down the hall. "So, where's your room?"
"You will not sleep in my room!" Miguel said as he walked after her
"Okay, where do I sleep then?"
"Right there." The DragonSlayer pointed to a random spot in the long corridor. "Have fun."
"Hey! You can't mistreat me like this! I brought you here!" Emmi protested. "And I can send you right back to where we came from."
"Oh, fine," Miguel said. "Sleep in that extra room down the hall." He motioned down the hall then drowsily went into his room. He made a point of locking the door.
"Hey Miguel." Guimel was on the computer, surfing the internet. "What's up?"
Miguel sighed as he bandaged his leg. "What time is it, Guimel?" He threw some aspirin in his mouth for the pain in his neck.
"1:02. We've got heavy training tomorrow, you know?"
"And you're awake?" Miguel pulled off his uniform.
"It appears so," he responded. "Sounds like you managed to piss off Lord Dilandau well enough."
"But of course." Miguel climbed into his bed and was asleep in an instant.
Guimel looked up as the lock came unlocked from the other side of the door.
A small foot slipped in, then the entire body of . . .
-----Mwa ha ha! Is that worthy of being called a cliffhanger? Oh well. Review!
