Kita-Hoshi sat at her computer desk, trying to type up some form of
literary work. Her ass was now completely numb since she had been sitting
in the same position for the past couple of hours. Her back was hurting,
too. So she stretched, cricking her spine which somehow led to having her
bum feel sore. o.O;; Isn't life lovely? She stared at the clock on her
computer, diligantly watching the time go by.
"Happy New Year, Kita," She said to herself since no one was there and she was bored out of her mind. Why wasn't she doing anything? Because she has no life other than being on the internet. It's pathetic.
'What the fuck am I going to write about? I need something to write about... I should really type up Kiona's diary entries.' She sighed. 'No, that'd take too long. Besides, it'd be boring. I should just really pay a visit to some anime sites.' With all that in her deranged mind, she set forth, scanning the internet for anime websites! Of course, these type of sites weren't hard to come by. Out of the blue, she decided to search for Weiss Kruez... Kita read the character bios, some summaries, looked at a couple of pictures, then got an idea. 'Hey... I should write a fic about them!' Lord only knows what Kita is now going to write at 1:43 on this very night...
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Omi bounced around the flower shop, arranging and replacing vases and flowers. Why? Because the boys hyper and needs something to do. Moaning was heard from upstairs. Oh, did I neglect to mention the Weiss Boys' lived in a Flower Shop that had upstair apartments? I did? Well now you know. That is, if you didn't.
"Yohji! That better not be you up there!!"
Louder moaning in response.
Omi mumbled incoherent thoughts and walked behind the counter, through a door, and up the stairs. Not like I know for sure that the Flower Shop is like this. Heh. Oh well. Aya ignored Omi and the appearantly moaning Yohji, filling out all the necessary paper work for the store. Um... I don't know it sounded good. Then Omi squealed.
"AIEEE~!! YOHJI-KUN!"
Sounds of a struggle insued, followed by a rather unpleasant THUD. Joy.
Aya thought it was best not to ask what was going on. Asking questions meant you didn't know what was going on. Not going on was a bad thing. This was a deffinate no-no. Just then, Ken ran into the shop, half naked. He was panting, looked completely horrified, and had a sock, what seemed to be plaid boxers, and his broken goggles left. Oh, and he had the collar of his blue shirt. Heh. In general, he looked like he had fallen out of a twister. Aya looked at Ken and was taken aback.
"What happened?" Screw what I just said about not asking questions! .
"They attacked.. *pant* too many.. *pant* stole clothes.. *weeze*"
Aya was perturbed. What perturbed means, I have no idea. But it sounds cool. "Who? Was it Schwartz?"
"No! *deep breath* Rabid fangirls! They mauled me! I was completely surrounded!"
Ken continued on with his story and Aya just did what came naturally in situations like this... He became flustered and annoyed. That and he had a sexy-wexy Ken-san infront of him with hardly any clothes on! You'd be a little flustered yourself. However, Mr. I'll-Only-Sleep-With-Ken-If-I'm- Paid-Generously *smirk* was not about to let this known. No, no. He was NOT attracted to Ken. Not in the least. Perish the very thought. If Aya knew you thought this he would come after you with his shiney katana. We don't want that now, do we?
"Aya..." Ken was bawling. Aww! He needs a hug!
"What?" His voice was cold as always. FUCKER! Can't you see our beloved bishie needs a hug?!
Ken ran over to Aya and flung his arms around the tall, pale boys neck. He cried on Aya's shoulder for all he was worth. Poor Aya-sama didn't know what to do. So he did what came naturally. He patted Ken on the back akwardly. -___-' Say comforting words, Aya! Baka...
"Shhh.. It's okay, Ken. I won't let the mean fangirls hurt you ever again." And then he hugged Ken back. ^____^
Ken-san's eyes got all woobley and watery then he pulled backs and smiled at Aya. "You really mean it, Aya?"
"Hai." Aya nodded. He was blushing and you could tell because he's really pale. AIEEEE! So kawaii~!!
And then Aya and Ken had mad hot sex on the counter of the Flower Shop. It was good. As for the mysterious moaning coming from Yohji's room... Well, NOW it's Omi and Yohji. Ha HA! As for the earlier periods of moaning, let's just say Omi is hearing impaired. o.O;; Yeah, hearing impaired.
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And that was what Kita wrote. She finished at 2:05 AM. How cool is that? Actually it's not. It's pretty fucking lame.. but don't tell her that. She might cry. Now Kita wants to write a completely OOC Harry Potter fic. We're scared...
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Draco Malfoy roamed the halls of GOA- whoa, what the hell.. Sorry there. He was roaming the halls of uhh Hogwarts. Yeah, that's it. So he was roaming and.. stuff... and then he walked into the Great Hall. I have no idea what that is but let's say they eat there. Because it was lunch time and Draco was hungry. So he walked over to the Slytherin table, all the while making funny faces at the other students because he felt like it. When Draco got to the table he realized there weren't any muffins. Uh oh.
"...Where are the muffins?!" Draco was pissed. Other slytherins only looked at him funny or sneered.
"I want my fucking muffin!" Now he was attracting the attention of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Draco's eyes was twitching violently. His minions, Crab and Goyle, made an attempt to clam him- er calm him. Damn typos.
"You can have my cookie?" Offered Goyle. Which I don't think he'd ever do...
"How about my blueberry spread?" said Crab. What the fuck is a blueberry spread?
"NO! I don't want THOSE! I. WANT. MY. MUFFIN. There will be HELL TO PAY!!" Congratulate yourself, Draco. You have now gained the attention of the whole Great Hall. What will you do now?
"AHHH!" Draco screamed.. and he screamed and he screamed! He was not going to be satisfied until he had a muffin. Correction, not ANY muffin but HIS muffin. Then he saw it... The golden brown, sugary, delicious frame of HIS chocolate chip muffin and it was in the hands of one boy, and one boy only. That boy was...
"HARRY POTTER! You FUCKING ASS! How dare you!" Draco ran and threw himself onto Harry, making desperate attempts at gaining his prized muffin. To no avail, I'm afraid. However, compromising positions were made. #^____^#
"Get the hell off me, Malfoy!"
"Give! Me! My! Muffin!"
"You're insane! Get away!"
So Draco was promptly dragged away, kicking and screaming about muffins, by Professor McGonagall. I dunno... She just always seems to be there, ya know? o.O;;
"I'll get you, Potter! I shall seek my revenge! MAY THE MUFFIN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!"
And so the muffin was never forgotten. To this very day, Draco Malfoy is plotting revenge upon Harry Potter... He should have just given him the fucking muffin.
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By now, you are probably worrying about Kita's mental health. Frankly, we all are. Why muffins? o.O;; Oh well. Makes for great writing, I suppose. So Kita laid back in her computer chair and pondered. She pondered and she pondered. Then she was out of pondering. Thoughts drifted from various positions the Gundam Wing pilots could get into..to.. other thoughts. Such as popcorn. And then bread. Hell, she even thought about writing another chapter to one of her fics! Surprisingly, Kiona diary entries came to mind. Again. 'Damn it, they're relentless! They shall forever haunt me and my crusty peas until I type them... What the hell? Crusty peas?' Oh yes. Kita was clearly bored. It didn't help that she wasn't tired. Nope. It was only 2:25 AM, after all! 'Hey.. My egg timers broken...!!' A sad thought indeed.
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Krusty Krab was under construction.. but of course it was still open due to the fact that Mr. Crabs was very selfish and loved money. So when SpondeBob cooked burgers there would be chipped paint, which is impossible since it's underwater, on the burgers and stuff like that. Of course, being it a cartoon, the customers didn't notice.
Patrick walked in and then a boat fell on him. Don't ask why, it's a cartoon. SpondeBob didn't noticed, though. He was cooking burgers. Customers were crowding around Patricks impaled body. Mr. Krabs saw this as a money-making opportunity. So he charged them all to look at Patricks squished, pink corpse. Where was Squidward in all this? I don't know so sod off!
The End.
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Oh god... These are rough times for, Kita. She just wrote a mini-story about SpongeBob Squarepants! She really needs to sleep. Not even I, her muse, can save her now. Perhaps if a really big, ripe lemon fell on her. What?! LEMON? Ack! .- Her thoughts are clouding my judgement!! WATERMELON! WATERMELON!! There we go. Ripe, watermelon. Why was lemon brought up? ... Nevermind that. On with Kita's troubles. It's 2:32 AM and she has decided to go on-line again. Woo, much better. She clicks her way to FF.net and logs in. The stupid wench tries this several times before realizing her e- mail address is wrong. What? She's saving this document.. Why?! NO KITA! Don't do it! ACK! Damn it! Now I must quickly use my psychedlic mushroomy powers to add a disclaimer!
- DISCLAIMER -
Kita, the fog monkey, does not own Weiss Kreuz, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, or SpongeBob. They belong to there respected... people things like people. She's just a very bored girl with an aching back and a sore bum who has no life what-so-ever. Yes, I know you did not need to here about Kita's bum.
"Happy New Year, Kita," She said to herself since no one was there and she was bored out of her mind. Why wasn't she doing anything? Because she has no life other than being on the internet. It's pathetic.
'What the fuck am I going to write about? I need something to write about... I should really type up Kiona's diary entries.' She sighed. 'No, that'd take too long. Besides, it'd be boring. I should just really pay a visit to some anime sites.' With all that in her deranged mind, she set forth, scanning the internet for anime websites! Of course, these type of sites weren't hard to come by. Out of the blue, she decided to search for Weiss Kruez... Kita read the character bios, some summaries, looked at a couple of pictures, then got an idea. 'Hey... I should write a fic about them!' Lord only knows what Kita is now going to write at 1:43 on this very night...
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Omi bounced around the flower shop, arranging and replacing vases and flowers. Why? Because the boys hyper and needs something to do. Moaning was heard from upstairs. Oh, did I neglect to mention the Weiss Boys' lived in a Flower Shop that had upstair apartments? I did? Well now you know. That is, if you didn't.
"Yohji! That better not be you up there!!"
Louder moaning in response.
Omi mumbled incoherent thoughts and walked behind the counter, through a door, and up the stairs. Not like I know for sure that the Flower Shop is like this. Heh. Oh well. Aya ignored Omi and the appearantly moaning Yohji, filling out all the necessary paper work for the store. Um... I don't know it sounded good. Then Omi squealed.
"AIEEE~!! YOHJI-KUN!"
Sounds of a struggle insued, followed by a rather unpleasant THUD. Joy.
Aya thought it was best not to ask what was going on. Asking questions meant you didn't know what was going on. Not going on was a bad thing. This was a deffinate no-no. Just then, Ken ran into the shop, half naked. He was panting, looked completely horrified, and had a sock, what seemed to be plaid boxers, and his broken goggles left. Oh, and he had the collar of his blue shirt. Heh. In general, he looked like he had fallen out of a twister. Aya looked at Ken and was taken aback.
"What happened?" Screw what I just said about not asking questions! .
"They attacked.. *pant* too many.. *pant* stole clothes.. *weeze*"
Aya was perturbed. What perturbed means, I have no idea. But it sounds cool. "Who? Was it Schwartz?"
"No! *deep breath* Rabid fangirls! They mauled me! I was completely surrounded!"
Ken continued on with his story and Aya just did what came naturally in situations like this... He became flustered and annoyed. That and he had a sexy-wexy Ken-san infront of him with hardly any clothes on! You'd be a little flustered yourself. However, Mr. I'll-Only-Sleep-With-Ken-If-I'm- Paid-Generously *smirk* was not about to let this known. No, no. He was NOT attracted to Ken. Not in the least. Perish the very thought. If Aya knew you thought this he would come after you with his shiney katana. We don't want that now, do we?
"Aya..." Ken was bawling. Aww! He needs a hug!
"What?" His voice was cold as always. FUCKER! Can't you see our beloved bishie needs a hug?!
Ken ran over to Aya and flung his arms around the tall, pale boys neck. He cried on Aya's shoulder for all he was worth. Poor Aya-sama didn't know what to do. So he did what came naturally. He patted Ken on the back akwardly. -___-' Say comforting words, Aya! Baka...
"Shhh.. It's okay, Ken. I won't let the mean fangirls hurt you ever again." And then he hugged Ken back. ^____^
Ken-san's eyes got all woobley and watery then he pulled backs and smiled at Aya. "You really mean it, Aya?"
"Hai." Aya nodded. He was blushing and you could tell because he's really pale. AIEEEE! So kawaii~!!
And then Aya and Ken had mad hot sex on the counter of the Flower Shop. It was good. As for the mysterious moaning coming from Yohji's room... Well, NOW it's Omi and Yohji. Ha HA! As for the earlier periods of moaning, let's just say Omi is hearing impaired. o.O;; Yeah, hearing impaired.
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And that was what Kita wrote. She finished at 2:05 AM. How cool is that? Actually it's not. It's pretty fucking lame.. but don't tell her that. She might cry. Now Kita wants to write a completely OOC Harry Potter fic. We're scared...
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Draco Malfoy roamed the halls of GOA- whoa, what the hell.. Sorry there. He was roaming the halls of uhh Hogwarts. Yeah, that's it. So he was roaming and.. stuff... and then he walked into the Great Hall. I have no idea what that is but let's say they eat there. Because it was lunch time and Draco was hungry. So he walked over to the Slytherin table, all the while making funny faces at the other students because he felt like it. When Draco got to the table he realized there weren't any muffins. Uh oh.
"...Where are the muffins?!" Draco was pissed. Other slytherins only looked at him funny or sneered.
"I want my fucking muffin!" Now he was attracting the attention of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Draco's eyes was twitching violently. His minions, Crab and Goyle, made an attempt to clam him- er calm him. Damn typos.
"You can have my cookie?" Offered Goyle. Which I don't think he'd ever do...
"How about my blueberry spread?" said Crab. What the fuck is a blueberry spread?
"NO! I don't want THOSE! I. WANT. MY. MUFFIN. There will be HELL TO PAY!!" Congratulate yourself, Draco. You have now gained the attention of the whole Great Hall. What will you do now?
"AHHH!" Draco screamed.. and he screamed and he screamed! He was not going to be satisfied until he had a muffin. Correction, not ANY muffin but HIS muffin. Then he saw it... The golden brown, sugary, delicious frame of HIS chocolate chip muffin and it was in the hands of one boy, and one boy only. That boy was...
"HARRY POTTER! You FUCKING ASS! How dare you!" Draco ran and threw himself onto Harry, making desperate attempts at gaining his prized muffin. To no avail, I'm afraid. However, compromising positions were made. #^____^#
"Get the hell off me, Malfoy!"
"Give! Me! My! Muffin!"
"You're insane! Get away!"
So Draco was promptly dragged away, kicking and screaming about muffins, by Professor McGonagall. I dunno... She just always seems to be there, ya know? o.O;;
"I'll get you, Potter! I shall seek my revenge! MAY THE MUFFIN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!"
And so the muffin was never forgotten. To this very day, Draco Malfoy is plotting revenge upon Harry Potter... He should have just given him the fucking muffin.
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By now, you are probably worrying about Kita's mental health. Frankly, we all are. Why muffins? o.O;; Oh well. Makes for great writing, I suppose. So Kita laid back in her computer chair and pondered. She pondered and she pondered. Then she was out of pondering. Thoughts drifted from various positions the Gundam Wing pilots could get into..to.. other thoughts. Such as popcorn. And then bread. Hell, she even thought about writing another chapter to one of her fics! Surprisingly, Kiona diary entries came to mind. Again. 'Damn it, they're relentless! They shall forever haunt me and my crusty peas until I type them... What the hell? Crusty peas?' Oh yes. Kita was clearly bored. It didn't help that she wasn't tired. Nope. It was only 2:25 AM, after all! 'Hey.. My egg timers broken...!!' A sad thought indeed.
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Krusty Krab was under construction.. but of course it was still open due to the fact that Mr. Crabs was very selfish and loved money. So when SpondeBob cooked burgers there would be chipped paint, which is impossible since it's underwater, on the burgers and stuff like that. Of course, being it a cartoon, the customers didn't notice.
Patrick walked in and then a boat fell on him. Don't ask why, it's a cartoon. SpondeBob didn't noticed, though. He was cooking burgers. Customers were crowding around Patricks impaled body. Mr. Krabs saw this as a money-making opportunity. So he charged them all to look at Patricks squished, pink corpse. Where was Squidward in all this? I don't know so sod off!
The End.
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Oh god... These are rough times for, Kita. She just wrote a mini-story about SpongeBob Squarepants! She really needs to sleep. Not even I, her muse, can save her now. Perhaps if a really big, ripe lemon fell on her. What?! LEMON? Ack! .- Her thoughts are clouding my judgement!! WATERMELON! WATERMELON!! There we go. Ripe, watermelon. Why was lemon brought up? ... Nevermind that. On with Kita's troubles. It's 2:32 AM and she has decided to go on-line again. Woo, much better. She clicks her way to FF.net and logs in. The stupid wench tries this several times before realizing her e- mail address is wrong. What? She's saving this document.. Why?! NO KITA! Don't do it! ACK! Damn it! Now I must quickly use my psychedlic mushroomy powers to add a disclaimer!
- DISCLAIMER -
Kita, the fog monkey, does not own Weiss Kreuz, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, or SpongeBob. They belong to there respected... people things like people. She's just a very bored girl with an aching back and a sore bum who has no life what-so-ever. Yes, I know you did not need to here about Kita's bum.