Orchids & Ice
A Slayers Fanfic
By Yukishiro Megumi
Disclaimer: I'd say I own them, but I'd probably be besieged by the one thing more terrifying that a hungry Lina: lawyers. So I *don't*. Hear that, Lawyer people?! I DON'T OWN THEM DAMMIT! Heh…maybe Xelloss' shadow should eat them [Shameless plug: The last comment was a reference to AmethystAngel's "The S Files". Go read them, they're funny! And while you're at it, go visit her Hamlet: The Manga site. I guarantee a laugh.]
Warning: If you don't like self-inserts, don't read. This isn't even a real one, since I just smacked my name on the newbie. (I'll admit it, I like Zel lots. But I really was too lazy to make a new name. Honest! Iyaaa! Put down the pitchforks!) And…eto…blood? Not to mention that I don't have a sense of humor. At least that's what I think. If you think otherwise, I appreciate it?
Reviews: I'll make kawaii sad puppy eyes and cry forever and ever if you don't review! Just a sentence will do!
Flames? Or does the author have an allergy to them?: Bring 'em on. They're funnier than my stories.
Now for the fic! IKKUSEI!
Amelia snatched the edge of the General-Priest's cloak. "You know her? And why Zel dumped her?"
Feeling slightly nauseated by the waves of general genki-ness rolling off of Amelia Xelloss' smiled twitched imperceptibly. "Good heavens no, he didn't "dump" her. It was significantly more complicated than that." He winked. "As for knowing her, all I can say is sore wa, himitsu desu [1]! But it has nothing to do with Xellas Metallium-sama directly this time, though I was ordered to hang around."
"You mean…this time you…got *ordered* to piss me off, Fruitcake? [2]" came a hoarse voice from the floor.
"Zel," gasped Amelia. "Are you alright?"
"I've been better," he said wryly. Wincing at the pain wracking his frame, he attempted to sit up but failed before he had even lifted his head off the wood floor. "K'so, I thought I was dead." He looked bewilderedly at the people around him. "Oh no. Why'd I have to go and make a damn fool of myself…."
"Oi, Zel," remarked Gourry amiably. "Who's this Mamigu… no… Migemu… wait… Megumi person you kept mumbling about?"
"WHAT?!" Zel's eyes widened with shock. "I said 'Megumi'?"
"Yup, and you even added an 'aishiteru' for good measure, Mister I- can't-tell-you-any-of-my-secrets-or-I'll-die-of-humiliation," Lina dryly remarked. "You're worse than Xelloss."
"Eh? He didn't...didn't tell you?"
"Not a peep about it."
Zel shut his eyes against impending nausea, laying a limp arm across his forehead. "Maybe he's the one who's sick." He heard Xelloss snort. The nausea mercifully subsided. "I suppose this engenders an explanation, ne?"
The entire group nodded in unison. Zel sweatdropped.
"Honestly, am I really that bad? [3]"
Repeat performance.
He sighed. "Privacy, please?"
Amelia herded the mass of curious on-lookers back to their respective tables then hustled her way back to Zelgadis. He struggled to get upright, only barely managing to stay vertical and on his feet. Lina and Gourry, positioning themselves as supports under his shoulders, aided him in gradually climbing the stairs. Each footfall brought a grimace and even Lina's well-meaning encouragement made him wince involuntarily out of pain.
"Don't worry, we're almost there, Zel-san. Come on, keep moving, you're getting there," said Amelia. Zel suppressed a smile of gratitude as he felt the slender shoulder of the red-headed sorceress rise to support him, the blonde swordsman also rising to the occasion and helping him up the stairs.
"Getting…there…" he echoed faintly. The borders of his mind became fuzzy again as he began to black out.
Getting there. For everyone else's sake, he sure as hell hoped so.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
[1] Here's another translation coming at ya: "Sore wa, himitsu desu"= Now that is a secret! Namely, Xelloss' catch phrase.
[2] Now this is a *different* shameless plug. The "Fruitcake" nickname for Xelloss comes from the Queen of Swords' wickedly funny spoof of the Star Wars trilogy. The names are just as hysterical: Star Wars: Men In Tights; Star Wars: The Mazoku Strike Back; Star Wars: Return of the Blind-Eye… Go read these too, dammit!
[3] ::nods:: Aa, Zel-kun, you most certainly are.
A Slayers Fanfic
By Yukishiro Megumi
Disclaimer: I'd say I own them, but I'd probably be besieged by the one thing more terrifying that a hungry Lina: lawyers. So I *don't*. Hear that, Lawyer people?! I DON'T OWN THEM DAMMIT! Heh…maybe Xelloss' shadow should eat them [Shameless plug: The last comment was a reference to AmethystAngel's "The S Files". Go read them, they're funny! And while you're at it, go visit her Hamlet: The Manga site. I guarantee a laugh.]
Warning: If you don't like self-inserts, don't read. This isn't even a real one, since I just smacked my name on the newbie. (I'll admit it, I like Zel lots. But I really was too lazy to make a new name. Honest! Iyaaa! Put down the pitchforks!) And…eto…blood? Not to mention that I don't have a sense of humor. At least that's what I think. If you think otherwise, I appreciate it?
Reviews: I'll make kawaii sad puppy eyes and cry forever and ever if you don't review! Just a sentence will do!
Flames? Or does the author have an allergy to them?: Bring 'em on. They're funnier than my stories.
Now for the fic! IKKUSEI!
Amelia snatched the edge of the General-Priest's cloak. "You know her? And why Zel dumped her?"
Feeling slightly nauseated by the waves of general genki-ness rolling off of Amelia Xelloss' smiled twitched imperceptibly. "Good heavens no, he didn't "dump" her. It was significantly more complicated than that." He winked. "As for knowing her, all I can say is sore wa, himitsu desu [1]! But it has nothing to do with Xellas Metallium-sama directly this time, though I was ordered to hang around."
"You mean…this time you…got *ordered* to piss me off, Fruitcake? [2]" came a hoarse voice from the floor.
"Zel," gasped Amelia. "Are you alright?"
"I've been better," he said wryly. Wincing at the pain wracking his frame, he attempted to sit up but failed before he had even lifted his head off the wood floor. "K'so, I thought I was dead." He looked bewilderedly at the people around him. "Oh no. Why'd I have to go and make a damn fool of myself…."
"Oi, Zel," remarked Gourry amiably. "Who's this Mamigu… no… Migemu… wait… Megumi person you kept mumbling about?"
"WHAT?!" Zel's eyes widened with shock. "I said 'Megumi'?"
"Yup, and you even added an 'aishiteru' for good measure, Mister I- can't-tell-you-any-of-my-secrets-or-I'll-die-of-humiliation," Lina dryly remarked. "You're worse than Xelloss."
"Eh? He didn't...didn't tell you?"
"Not a peep about it."
Zel shut his eyes against impending nausea, laying a limp arm across his forehead. "Maybe he's the one who's sick." He heard Xelloss snort. The nausea mercifully subsided. "I suppose this engenders an explanation, ne?"
The entire group nodded in unison. Zel sweatdropped.
"Honestly, am I really that bad? [3]"
Repeat performance.
He sighed. "Privacy, please?"
Amelia herded the mass of curious on-lookers back to their respective tables then hustled her way back to Zelgadis. He struggled to get upright, only barely managing to stay vertical and on his feet. Lina and Gourry, positioning themselves as supports under his shoulders, aided him in gradually climbing the stairs. Each footfall brought a grimace and even Lina's well-meaning encouragement made him wince involuntarily out of pain.
"Don't worry, we're almost there, Zel-san. Come on, keep moving, you're getting there," said Amelia. Zel suppressed a smile of gratitude as he felt the slender shoulder of the red-headed sorceress rise to support him, the blonde swordsman also rising to the occasion and helping him up the stairs.
"Getting…there…" he echoed faintly. The borders of his mind became fuzzy again as he began to black out.
Getting there. For everyone else's sake, he sure as hell hoped so.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
[1] Here's another translation coming at ya: "Sore wa, himitsu desu"= Now that is a secret! Namely, Xelloss' catch phrase.
[2] Now this is a *different* shameless plug. The "Fruitcake" nickname for Xelloss comes from the Queen of Swords' wickedly funny spoof of the Star Wars trilogy. The names are just as hysterical: Star Wars: Men In Tights; Star Wars: The Mazoku Strike Back; Star Wars: Return of the Blind-Eye… Go read these too, dammit!
[3] ::nods:: Aa, Zel-kun, you most certainly are.