Title: The Chibiest Petstore
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Too tired to format it better. Just going to do it this way. Eh.
Bad times, bad times. Tired. But here's the next chapter for m'faithful
fans. ^^
"You're an unloveable lookin' thing."
Shin glared uninnocently at the chibicatcher, his glowing violet eyes wide with a certain malevolence. It wasn't a particularly potent glare; his species was, in their own way, entirely incapable of violence. For a while, the human and the chibi shared a contest of gazes before Shin broke away. He turned, messy braid flipping over his shoulder. Two weeks into his stay and the little chibi-Duo was a mess. Fortunately, it merely enhanced his appeal. Vunerable waifs have their market.
"Hah!"
Shin tossed an idle glare over his shoulder, bended over and broke wind.
The smell was, considering the origins, astonishingly pungent.
***
The day had come.
No one had come in to adopt the mischievious little Duo. There were, by and large, better specimens. This meant that the Duo would have to be tossed to the writers, that mysterious group of people who did away with all the little deserted chibis.
"C'mere you little - " The chibicatcher fell back, hands pressed over his ears as Shin released a bloodcurdling wail.
Shin clung tighter to the bars, his braid twisted around one as an anchor. There was very little of his face beyond enormous violet eyes, shimmering with bits of silver and powdered amethyst, that looked as though they'd seen a cast. They were trembling. And the Pound wasn't equipped for a flood.
"Why you little .. c'mere!"
*chomp*
Tiny, silver teeth sank into his wrist as Shin threw peace into the wind and launched an offensive assault. The chibi catcher shrieked and swiveled, flailing desperately at the tiny bundle of aggression gnawing on his wrist. The door flew open, slammed hard against the opposite cell. All around, other chibis were cheering him on, drowning the air in a symphony of squeaks. Shin flashed a triumphant smile and jumped from the arm of the chibi catcher, racing under a cupboard, past a line of cages and then out of the door.
He was, unfortunately, free.
***
"Squeak." Q-chan gave the filthy bundle a considering kick. It hadn't moved in three hours; it wouldn't move now. Ordinarily, the chibi-Quatre would not attend to such a disgusting thing but the velvet-clad object was sleeping in his bed.
"Squeak!" Q-chan chirped more insistently, wriggling his pancake-hands at the foreign presence. After a moment's thought, he vanished out of the dollhouse to locate a pair of mini plastic gloves. Where he acquired such things is another chibi-mystery.
The chibi-Quatre did not hesitate. Calmly, he locked his hands around what appeared to be frayed, mousey-coloured piece of rope and tugged hard on it.
Everything then went into heck.
***
Quatre threw himself against the ground as a screaming, volatile bundle of golden hair and wide blue eyes came flying at his cranium. The blur was moving horizontally, a smudge of colour trailed by something that looked inifinitely less pretty.
"Trowa!"
A head peeked from the kitchen. "?"
Q-chan blazed right into Trowa's unexpecting face.
***
"We've got a new resident, it seems."
"Yes."
"Are you going to keep him?"
Shin slashed at the air with a minature scythe, a regular magnet for alliteration. Q-chan gave a desperate whimper, trying to relieve the stranglehold that Shin had on his neck. The Duo-chibi had apparently decided to take Q-chan hostage. Quatre stared inquisitively at him, pondering the wisdom of an approach.
"Perhaps." Trowa jerked his hand away, a second before Shin's blade reached it.
"Mm. What does it want?"
Shin hissed.
"No, I suppose saying 'we come in peace' factors here."
Shin inched towards the dining table and began stuffing sugar cubes down his robes. In retrospect, he then began stuffing sugar cubes down Q-chan's shirt. The Quatre-chibi was, to say the least, displeased. In seconds, the air was beginning to hum with desperate shrieks. Quatre clamped his hands over his ears, wondered briefly where the cloeset revolver was.
"Call Duo."
Quatre stared. "Oh, -no-.."
"Call."
* * *
"You've got WHAT in the house?" Manical laughter reigned on the opposite end of the line, mingling with the hysterical screaming from the kitchen. Quatre studied the door, pondered kicking it in but opted not do.
"A mini-you."
"Don't have capital letters, I see?"
"Duo."
"Get it? Mini-U? Oh, wait - is it an uzi? Could be, right?" More laughter.
"I'm going to tell Heero you have naked pictures of him in the shower in your bedroom."
Silence.
"Oh, shit."
"Nice talking to you too."
*click*
"You're an unloveable lookin' thing."
Shin glared uninnocently at the chibicatcher, his glowing violet eyes wide with a certain malevolence. It wasn't a particularly potent glare; his species was, in their own way, entirely incapable of violence. For a while, the human and the chibi shared a contest of gazes before Shin broke away. He turned, messy braid flipping over his shoulder. Two weeks into his stay and the little chibi-Duo was a mess. Fortunately, it merely enhanced his appeal. Vunerable waifs have their market.
"Hah!"
Shin tossed an idle glare over his shoulder, bended over and broke wind.
The smell was, considering the origins, astonishingly pungent.
***
The day had come.
No one had come in to adopt the mischievious little Duo. There were, by and large, better specimens. This meant that the Duo would have to be tossed to the writers, that mysterious group of people who did away with all the little deserted chibis.
"C'mere you little - " The chibicatcher fell back, hands pressed over his ears as Shin released a bloodcurdling wail.
Shin clung tighter to the bars, his braid twisted around one as an anchor. There was very little of his face beyond enormous violet eyes, shimmering with bits of silver and powdered amethyst, that looked as though they'd seen a cast. They were trembling. And the Pound wasn't equipped for a flood.
"Why you little .. c'mere!"
*chomp*
Tiny, silver teeth sank into his wrist as Shin threw peace into the wind and launched an offensive assault. The chibi catcher shrieked and swiveled, flailing desperately at the tiny bundle of aggression gnawing on his wrist. The door flew open, slammed hard against the opposite cell. All around, other chibis were cheering him on, drowning the air in a symphony of squeaks. Shin flashed a triumphant smile and jumped from the arm of the chibi catcher, racing under a cupboard, past a line of cages and then out of the door.
He was, unfortunately, free.
***
"Squeak." Q-chan gave the filthy bundle a considering kick. It hadn't moved in three hours; it wouldn't move now. Ordinarily, the chibi-Quatre would not attend to such a disgusting thing but the velvet-clad object was sleeping in his bed.
"Squeak!" Q-chan chirped more insistently, wriggling his pancake-hands at the foreign presence. After a moment's thought, he vanished out of the dollhouse to locate a pair of mini plastic gloves. Where he acquired such things is another chibi-mystery.
The chibi-Quatre did not hesitate. Calmly, he locked his hands around what appeared to be frayed, mousey-coloured piece of rope and tugged hard on it.
Everything then went into heck.
***
Quatre threw himself against the ground as a screaming, volatile bundle of golden hair and wide blue eyes came flying at his cranium. The blur was moving horizontally, a smudge of colour trailed by something that looked inifinitely less pretty.
"Trowa!"
A head peeked from the kitchen. "?"
Q-chan blazed right into Trowa's unexpecting face.
***
"We've got a new resident, it seems."
"Yes."
"Are you going to keep him?"
Shin slashed at the air with a minature scythe, a regular magnet for alliteration. Q-chan gave a desperate whimper, trying to relieve the stranglehold that Shin had on his neck. The Duo-chibi had apparently decided to take Q-chan hostage. Quatre stared inquisitively at him, pondering the wisdom of an approach.
"Perhaps." Trowa jerked his hand away, a second before Shin's blade reached it.
"Mm. What does it want?"
Shin hissed.
"No, I suppose saying 'we come in peace' factors here."
Shin inched towards the dining table and began stuffing sugar cubes down his robes. In retrospect, he then began stuffing sugar cubes down Q-chan's shirt. The Quatre-chibi was, to say the least, displeased. In seconds, the air was beginning to hum with desperate shrieks. Quatre clamped his hands over his ears, wondered briefly where the cloeset revolver was.
"Call Duo."
Quatre stared. "Oh, -no-.."
"Call."
* * *
"You've got WHAT in the house?" Manical laughter reigned on the opposite end of the line, mingling with the hysterical screaming from the kitchen. Quatre studied the door, pondered kicking it in but opted not do.
"A mini-you."
"Don't have capital letters, I see?"
"Duo."
"Get it? Mini-U? Oh, wait - is it an uzi? Could be, right?" More laughter.
"I'm going to tell Heero you have naked pictures of him in the shower in your bedroom."
Silence.
"Oh, shit."
"Nice talking to you too."
*click*