Disclaimer: Digimon isn't mine.
Warning: More wacky events and, as I promised before, Wallace in a puffy-sleeved, bright-colored prince suit with all the accessories; Billowy reddish brownish cape, huge jeweled rings and brooches, different colored wigs (though I'm not sure I'm going to actually MAKE him wear one, just mention that he has some), and last but not the least, *drum roll*
THE STOCKINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
^______^ *Sticks tongue out to those who doesn't want to see Wallace in stockings* It's my fic so I choose whatever I want Wallace to wear!
A/N: The second chapter is out!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to those who reviewed!!!!! I said before that I need 10 reviews but it seems that I didn't need 10!!!! Now, I'm asking for at least 11 reviews (counting the last six—I kept count—so you people only need 5 more). Y'see, I'm starting to get the hang of the story… a *bit*. Anyways, Ganbatte!!!!
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who reviewed! (I don't have time to list them down, gomen!)
--You'll probably find out who Wallace's pair is at the end of the chapter (or at least a clue) if you don't know yet. Be warned, it's Yaoi.
--Have a Happy Chinese New Year!!!! Giong Hi Huat Tsai, Xin Te Kien Ko!!!!!
-- To all Chinese people, you probably know what that means already, ne?
-- I would've put this up on Chinese New Year (Feb. 1, 2003) but for some reason, my internet connection doesn't work…
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A Gypsy Dream By: Megumi Mikage~:o:~
Chapter 1
~:o:~ _________________________________________________________Wallace woke up at the break of dawn and it was very early considering that he slept at midnight. He tried to sleep again but there was this sort of restlessness in him that makes him twitch and move from side to front to the other side to front and so on and so forth.
After about half an hour, he abandoned the idea of sleeping again and just sat on his bed, wondering what to do about his 'problem'. The dream was erotic enough to give Wallace an erection and he was juggling with either relieving himself or just leaving it there. In the end, pride one and Wallace just thought of the head cook, Genshou, in pink lace lingerie… which immediately scared his problem away faster than a bucket of cold water could.
He walked around and around, wondering what the dream had meant. It doesn't make sense.
"Dreams aren't supposed to say their message clearly…"
Someone whispered in his ear but when Wallace turned, he didn't see anyone. "Strange. I swear I heard someone…" his brows furrowed. He searched the whole room for, possibly, the person responsible for that whisper but no one was in sight.
"Strange indeed."
He was pondering over this when suddenly, a call resounded from the door, followed by a few knocks. Wallace was snapped out of his thoughts.
His name was called again and he searched around his bed for his slippers, slipping them on after picking them up from under the bed.
Now, the person was pounding the door and Wallace was getting more annoyed by the minute. "What?" He snapped when he opened the door unconsciously. In front of him stood a trembling valet. "What do you want?" Wallace said irratbly but more controlled than the first one. "Your f-father ha-has ordered f-for you t-to come down for b-breakf-fast, sire." Wallace nodded and stepped aside.
The valet rushed towards the closet while Wallace relaxed in a tub full of warm scented (oiled) water.
"Sire, your clothes are ready."
Wallace nodded but didn't move.
"Sire, your father will get angry if you went downstairs late."
Wallace sighed and stood up.
"Fine. Badger me, why won't you, and not give me a moment's peace."
The valet just shrugged, handing Wallace a towel.
Wallace dried himself and started to rise, covering himself with a lavender robe.
"Sorry. I just had a bad night."
"Nightmare, sire?"
"No, just disturbing."
"Disturbing in what way, sire?"
"It's none of your business, now is it?"
"My mistake, sire."
"It's nothing. Now where are my clothes…?"
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Wallace entered the dining room in a blue ensemble with golden-slit sleeves and light blue-gray stockings. His footwear is a pair of soft silk gold slippers and his head was bare. No wig or cap was atop his head, only a messy bit of short blond hair. His face is hairless (with an exception of the eyebrows and lashes) and smooth, a pair of expressive aqua blue eyes peeking from long bangs.
"WALLACE!"
Wallace cringed, expecting for a reprimand for being late.
"Happy Birthday, son! It's about time you turn into an adult."
Wallace was… surprised. He definitely wasn't expecting this. He even forgot it even was his birthday.
"Father, will there be a… celebration?"
"You bet your high horse there will."
"Oh…"
"And to celebrate, my most trusted men were dispatched to find us some entertainment!!!!"
Wallace winced inwardly. Who knows what those rowdy group of men think of the word 'entertainment'? Still, if *he* was there, there might still be hope…
"Is Sir Nicholas Cailey with the men dispatched?"
"No. What do that stuffy bit of a man know about having fun? I sent out Rickarde and Laneroy."
NOOOOOO!!!!!!!, Wallace thought. Those will probably get some prostitutes to dance on the tables later on, those pigs…
A servant boy whispered something to the King.
"Oh, here they are now!"
The door opened with a big slam.
"GREETINGS, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!! We now have the entertainment you have sought for!!!! Come on in!"
Rickarde ushered a group of what seemed like Gypsies. One by one, they lined up in front of the door.
Wallace glanced at the group, flicking his gaze from one gypsy to another when someone caught his eye. It was a gypsy boy with blond bangs and this odd headgear covering the top of his head. The boy stared back and suddenly mouthed to him,
"I told you that we will see each other soon…"
~~~~To be continued…~~~
A/N: WHOO!!!! That's finished! Yay!!!!… Hey, I just noticed something. This fic still doesn't have those note things. You know, the (1) things… ^^
I'll probably take time in the other chapters also but do please wait for me.
JA!!!!!!
P.S. Do anyone of you know that erection also means creation, assembly, manufacture, production, composition, and formation? Weird…