Title: The Chibiest Petstore
Name: Casshirek
Summary: We see the little Shini again. No, he isn't dead. Yet, probably. Yes, I know I'm scaring you people here. *deep breath* 13 reviews in one night, you people honestly love me. Thank you, thank you! ^___^ Now, we come back to Shini, who is resilent. And we're also going to see a Wufei here. Ahem. Warning: this fic is loaded with sugar. And I am a tired writer. Kyra? The Wufei is dedicated to you. o.- Was supposed to detail th'ways of the Chibi, but that comes in a later chapter. This one's something to tide people by while m'off on vacation in Australia. ^__^ Take care, all.
Love's in the air?
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The Chibi Pound was never a pleasant place. Grey walls stained with caramel and tears, aesthetically displeasing architecture and somber lightning made it the last place one would expect a chibi. However, there they were -- rows upon rows of them, aisles upon aisles, shelves upon shelves of glittering-eyed minatures.
Those who worked within this solemn place tended to look stupid. Enormous paddings of fluff imprisoned their heads, and they were, usually very thin people. There could be no sugar within the Pound. Sugar would be a disastrous element here. True, while chibis fed on the saccharine material, they were given only coarse sugar to whet their appetites.
Now, as everyone knows, those chibis who have been here for more than a fortnight are condemned towards the Writer's Mile. Where they go once they are brought into the door at the end of the route, no one knows. There was always cackling behind that door, and a shriek of a chibi. Some say, that the authors of the world had claimed them. Others say, they were sieved into alternate duties. More say, they were .. kidnapped by fangirls.
The Chibi Pound was no place for any chibi.
* * *
What?
Did you think chibis would be killed?
For shame..
* * *
"Squeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak....!"
"Oh, shut up, already!"
"SqueaksqueakSQUEAAAAAAAAK!"
"Arrgh, don't make me bring out the licorice whip!"
Shin paused. "Squeak?" Sugar was good. He inhaled, ready to scream anew.
"It's bitter -- "
Shin choked back on his cries, and renewed his earlier struggles, attempting to remove a giant fist from his braid. Being abused was one thing, something that most chibis grew used to, but being pulled by one's braid, especially when one is a Chibi Duo was an enormous No-No. Yet the Chibi Pound employee did so, dragging Shin along to where a cage high above ground level was. The man snapped open the iron grid door, and threw the chibi in.
Shin's fall was broken by the wall opposite the entrance.
He slid down, a large bump swelling from his head.
"Sque .. sque .."
*BOP*
Shin blinked.
"Squeaksqueaksqueak." A katana, the length and size of a needle withdrew into the shadows. Something inside the darkness grumbled, and then it stepped out.
"Squeak." Shin went starry-eyed.
Did we forget to mention he too is of the yaoi variety?
"Squeaksqueak." The Chibi Wufei who emerged, an elegant specimen who looked better suited for pampered surroundings than the run-down pound, gestured with his sword. He drew an imaginary line across the floor of the compartment, indicating his territory and the Duo's.
Shin didn't notice.
"Squeaksqueaksqueak."
Pause. "Squeak?"
No answer.
"Squeaksqueak?"
The Chibi Wufei looked into Duo's eyes and saw --
"Sque .... " He began backing away, drawing the katana out in a protective gesture.
.. that he was in heat.
"SQUEAK!"
The scene became obscured by a cloud of dust, flashing steel, and goggly- eyed Duos and frantic Wufeis.
This wouldn't end well.
* * *
[Far, far away ... ]
Trowa stirred in the middle of the night, to strange dreams of golden hair, blue eyes, and a rather messed-up body that could not decide whether it was female or male. He felt something on his arm, a tickling sensation that moved from his bicep down to his finger.
He blinked.
It was then that he became distinctively aware of an odd snuggling motion at his fingertips, and he woke up, lifted his hand to stare at his digits with a muzzy frown.
The chibi Quatre was coiled up against his index finger, rubbing against it like a too-affectionate kitten.
"Okay."
With the other hand, he reached for the owner's manual and leafed rather calmly towards the section listed as mating habits.
Meanwhile, Q-chan offered his finger tea.
Trowa sighed and dialed a very irritable Quatre up.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Q-chan needs a mate."
Blink. "How do you know that?"
"He thinks my finger is it."
Blinkblink. Quatre fell over with a groan.
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Name: Casshirek
Summary: We see the little Shini again. No, he isn't dead. Yet, probably. Yes, I know I'm scaring you people here. *deep breath* 13 reviews in one night, you people honestly love me. Thank you, thank you! ^___^ Now, we come back to Shini, who is resilent. And we're also going to see a Wufei here. Ahem. Warning: this fic is loaded with sugar. And I am a tired writer. Kyra? The Wufei is dedicated to you. o.- Was supposed to detail th'ways of the Chibi, but that comes in a later chapter. This one's something to tide people by while m'off on vacation in Australia. ^__^ Take care, all.
Love's in the air?
* * *
The Chibi Pound was never a pleasant place. Grey walls stained with caramel and tears, aesthetically displeasing architecture and somber lightning made it the last place one would expect a chibi. However, there they were -- rows upon rows of them, aisles upon aisles, shelves upon shelves of glittering-eyed minatures.
Those who worked within this solemn place tended to look stupid. Enormous paddings of fluff imprisoned their heads, and they were, usually very thin people. There could be no sugar within the Pound. Sugar would be a disastrous element here. True, while chibis fed on the saccharine material, they were given only coarse sugar to whet their appetites.
Now, as everyone knows, those chibis who have been here for more than a fortnight are condemned towards the Writer's Mile. Where they go once they are brought into the door at the end of the route, no one knows. There was always cackling behind that door, and a shriek of a chibi. Some say, that the authors of the world had claimed them. Others say, they were sieved into alternate duties. More say, they were .. kidnapped by fangirls.
The Chibi Pound was no place for any chibi.
* * *
What?
Did you think chibis would be killed?
For shame..
* * *
"Squeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak....!"
"Oh, shut up, already!"
"SqueaksqueakSQUEAAAAAAAAK!"
"Arrgh, don't make me bring out the licorice whip!"
Shin paused. "Squeak?" Sugar was good. He inhaled, ready to scream anew.
"It's bitter -- "
Shin choked back on his cries, and renewed his earlier struggles, attempting to remove a giant fist from his braid. Being abused was one thing, something that most chibis grew used to, but being pulled by one's braid, especially when one is a Chibi Duo was an enormous No-No. Yet the Chibi Pound employee did so, dragging Shin along to where a cage high above ground level was. The man snapped open the iron grid door, and threw the chibi in.
Shin's fall was broken by the wall opposite the entrance.
He slid down, a large bump swelling from his head.
"Sque .. sque .."
*BOP*
Shin blinked.
"Squeaksqueaksqueak." A katana, the length and size of a needle withdrew into the shadows. Something inside the darkness grumbled, and then it stepped out.
"Squeak." Shin went starry-eyed.
Did we forget to mention he too is of the yaoi variety?
"Squeaksqueak." The Chibi Wufei who emerged, an elegant specimen who looked better suited for pampered surroundings than the run-down pound, gestured with his sword. He drew an imaginary line across the floor of the compartment, indicating his territory and the Duo's.
Shin didn't notice.
"Squeaksqueaksqueak."
Pause. "Squeak?"
No answer.
"Squeaksqueak?"
The Chibi Wufei looked into Duo's eyes and saw --
"Sque .... " He began backing away, drawing the katana out in a protective gesture.
.. that he was in heat.
"SQUEAK!"
The scene became obscured by a cloud of dust, flashing steel, and goggly- eyed Duos and frantic Wufeis.
This wouldn't end well.
* * *
[Far, far away ... ]
Trowa stirred in the middle of the night, to strange dreams of golden hair, blue eyes, and a rather messed-up body that could not decide whether it was female or male. He felt something on his arm, a tickling sensation that moved from his bicep down to his finger.
He blinked.
It was then that he became distinctively aware of an odd snuggling motion at his fingertips, and he woke up, lifted his hand to stare at his digits with a muzzy frown.
The chibi Quatre was coiled up against his index finger, rubbing against it like a too-affectionate kitten.
"Okay."
With the other hand, he reached for the owner's manual and leafed rather calmly towards the section listed as mating habits.
Meanwhile, Q-chan offered his finger tea.
Trowa sighed and dialed a very irritable Quatre up.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Q-chan needs a mate."
Blink. "How do you know that?"
"He thinks my finger is it."
Blinkblink. Quatre fell over with a groan.
* * *