Little Shop of Hor- Hey! They're Not Too Bad Looking! What Is This? OR
Little Shop of Bishonen
By Sora Saotome
Chapter Three
A/N:I would like to thank my reviewers again...even though no one reviewed the last chapter...*sigh* but that's okay! I decided to think one of the suggestions over and...this chapter won't show the result...but if I'm right the following chapter will. Again, only the story belongs to me, blah blah, blah...don't sue me or you'll get...um...*looks around the room* thousands of dollars worth of anime and umm....a Les Mis book...that's all I got^_^()... Enjoy!^_^
Omi groaned as Yohji woke him up the next morning. Pulling the sheets over his head he mumbled "five more minutes" and Yohji smirked.
"Just because you stayed up all night with an online lover, doesn't mean you can skip getting up today *even if we are frightening unpopular at the moment...* Plus, Aya has some errands for you." There was a pause and then Yoji grabbed the sheets and pulled them down to Omi's waist. "Get, up," and with that, he left.
***
Omi yawned as he drove the company golf cart further into town. Aya had sent him for cucumber seeds, which was part of some sort of strange new plan to give people a free pickle with each plant purchase. How stupid is that?
He decided to make another stop first.
He stopped the cart in front of a strange shop he went to sometimes, run by an old American guy. He sometimes sold him strange and exotic cuttings, because he knew that strange plants were Omi's hobby. There was nothing too unusual at the shop that day, and he was about to just get back in the golf cart, when suddenly, and without warning, there was this TO-TAL E-CLIPSE OF THE SUN!
It got very dark, and Omi heard a strange humming sound like something from another world (did I also mention he grabbed his darts?). When the lights came back up, he looked over and saw a strange and interesting plant, stuffed in among the venus fly traps. He could have sworn it wasn't there before, but the old American man sold it to him anyway...doo doo doo DOO!
A/N: I wrote this mostly to my Little Shop fan reviewer, and to release a bit of insanity. If this made absolutely no sense to you...you probably haven't seen the show. You should see it! It's good!^_^ Until next time...
A/N:I would like to thank my reviewers again...even though no one reviewed the last chapter...*sigh* but that's okay! I decided to think one of the suggestions over and...this chapter won't show the result...but if I'm right the following chapter will. Again, only the story belongs to me, blah blah, blah...don't sue me or you'll get...um...*looks around the room* thousands of dollars worth of anime and umm....a Les Mis book...that's all I got^_^()... Enjoy!^_^
Omi groaned as Yohji woke him up the next morning. Pulling the sheets over his head he mumbled "five more minutes" and Yohji smirked.
"Just because you stayed up all night with an online lover, doesn't mean you can skip getting up today *even if we are frightening unpopular at the moment...* Plus, Aya has some errands for you." There was a pause and then Yoji grabbed the sheets and pulled them down to Omi's waist. "Get, up," and with that, he left.
***
Omi yawned as he drove the company golf cart further into town. Aya had sent him for cucumber seeds, which was part of some sort of strange new plan to give people a free pickle with each plant purchase. How stupid is that?
He decided to make another stop first.
He stopped the cart in front of a strange shop he went to sometimes, run by an old American guy. He sometimes sold him strange and exotic cuttings, because he knew that strange plants were Omi's hobby. There was nothing too unusual at the shop that day, and he was about to just get back in the golf cart, when suddenly, and without warning, there was this TO-TAL E-CLIPSE OF THE SUN!
It got very dark, and Omi heard a strange humming sound like something from another world (did I also mention he grabbed his darts?). When the lights came back up, he looked over and saw a strange and interesting plant, stuffed in among the venus fly traps. He could have sworn it wasn't there before, but the old American man sold it to him anyway...doo doo doo DOO!
A/N: I wrote this mostly to my Little Shop fan reviewer, and to release a bit of insanity. If this made absolutely no sense to you...you probably haven't seen the show. You should see it! It's good!^_^ Until next time...
