A/N: MWAHAHAHA! * The evil author lurks around, before entering, she begins to cackle, then she chokes... hack hack hack * Maybe I'm just not cut out for this evil stuff... Anyway, I know I'm cruel to leave you peeps hanging all the time, but man, school takes up more time than I thought... I spent 7 HOURS AT A BABY-SITTING CLASS ON SATURDAY!!! And that was coming from "Princess Mononoke" which I saw for the first time with one of my closest friends. I got back at 2:30 AM, then I woke at 7:30 to get ready to leave for the class!!! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORING AND THERE WAS NOBODY I KNEW!!! WHAT A WASTE OF A PERFECTLY GOOD SATURDAY!!! That's the reason I didn't get a lot up last weekend. At the moment I have 3 projects in PLS, 1 project in Science, 1 project in social studies, my math teacher is ever cruel giving us more homework than I thought humanly possible, I had 2 tests in French, We had 2 quizzes within a week of each other in PE (Otherwise known as Physical Torture), and that's just half of it. I also have gymnastics, Tennis, Drama, Literary magazine, school newspaper, monthly dances, and social stuff to deal with. So, if I'm a little slow getting the sequel up, PLEASE try to understand. And I'm having a tough time with my darn computer that is screwed. UGH! * Throws a shoe at the computer which `BLEEPS' loudly * SHUT UP, YOU'RE THE SOURCE OF HALF OF MY PROBS!!! OK, this is sad, I'm yelling at my computer... I've also decided to do a Halloween one next although I'm not yet sure of the title, stay tuned for details... Enjoy and review when you're done! Later! ^_~
Chapter 6: It's Over Already?
"IT'S MORNING! IT'S MORNING! WAKE UP! IT'S MORNING!" Guimel shrieked in a loud obnoxious voice.
"I thought we were supposed to be woken up by a rooster, not a sheep." Viole commented.
"WAKE UP!" Guimel screamed in Viole's ear at that particular moment.
Guimel was immediately pelted by 14 rather hard pillows and was knocked unconscious.
"Should we bring him or not?" Gatty asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I say we put him out to pasture." One of the more violent Dragonslayers muttered, as he rolled off his bed onto the floor.
"Oh relax. Look it's only..." Chesta glanced at the clock.
"3 AM."
"Oh great, I feel SO much better now." Dalet muttered.
"Well, might as well go get the commander and Dorny-Claus out of the closet." Gatty said in a perky energetic voice, hopping out of bed.
The Dragonslayer seemed quite puzzled until they noticed the 20 Hershey Bar wrappers, and the five empty Styrofoam coffee cups.
"It figures. If he's not drunk he's high on caffeine." One of the Dragonslayers noted, as Gatty bounced around the room in hyperness.
"COME ON! THE PIXIES WILL SHOW US THE WAY!" Gatty shrieked as he leaped out the door brandishing what looked like a sword disguised as a wand.
"Was he wearing a tutu?" Chesta asked in bewilderment.
"Yep." Everyone voiced in agreement.
"Oh boy, we're gonna have a tough time explaining THIS to the commander." Chesta called over his shoulder, sprinting down the hallway.
The others shortly followed, but collided with the kitties as they emerged from a room.
"A MAGICAL PIXIE SPOKE TO US AND TOLD US, `I scream therefore I melon!'" Naria squealed.
The Dragonslayers were at this point completely freaked out since they were sober.
"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU IDIOTS TODAY?!" Refina screamed.
"AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO HASN'T COMPLETELY LOST IT?!"
"Lost what?" The ever naïve Chesta asked.
"Man. How'd I end up here in the first place, I'm too smart and beautiful and talented and did I mention beautiful to be stuck with you bakas."
"Hey! I take offense!" Dalet outbursted.
"I'm not sure why though." He quickly resumed brushing his hair for the 100^th time that morning and the Dragonslayers all sweatdropped.
"You're turning into a regular Allen." Dalet murmured in disgust.
"Why don't we go free Dilandau-Sama and Folkie then?" Chesta tried to stop the ever-growing stupidity, buy it was WAY too late for that.
"AND THEN THE PIXIE TOLD US, `Kitties will rule this world!'"
"Shut up." Eriya hissed, scratching her sister with her claws.
"You aren't supposed to talk about that!!!"
"Oops! Sorry." Naria replied, her embarrassment overtaking her momentary stupidity.
"What she means to say is, "Sugar be fire!" Eriya states somewhat nervously.
"OK then." The Dragonslayers replied in sympathy for their mentally disabled friends.
"DID SOMEONE SAY `FIRE?!'" Dilly screamed as he leaped into the room, licking his lips and clutching his flame-thrower.
"Sir, how did you get out of the closet?" Viole asked in confusion.
"I... Well I... Hey, how did I get out of the closet?" * Looks up at author for answer *
(A/N: How the heck would I know?!)
"You're the one who wrote it moron!"
(A/N: Oh yeah... ^_^; Umm... I dunno, we'll say... Oh, I don't know! VIOLE! STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS OR I'LL PAIR UP REFINA AND GATTY!)
"No way, I don't want to be girlfriend of the ever elusive pixie boy!" Refina shrieked in protest.
"NOOOOOOOO! BE MERCIFUL WEIRD AUTHOR PERSON!" Viole screamed in protest.
(A/N: MWAHAHA! I HAVE THE POWER!!! I CONTROL FATE!!! HECK, I CAN DO IT AND DORNY CAN'T! HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! * Uses a charm she learned from who knows where to erase Viole's memory just for the heck of it. *)
"Where am I? Who are you? Who am I?" Viole pondered these troubling questions aloud when Gatty bounded in.
"I AM A MAGICAL FOREST PIXIE! BOW BEFORE MY FEET PUNY MORTALS!!!"
"Oh, I'm a pixie." Viole reasoned.
"This seems a bit odd, but hey, he looks like he's having fun..."
"I AM THE PIXIE OF FLUFFY PINK DRAGONS!!! KNEEL AT MY FEET IN REVERANCE!" He shrieked at all around him, leaping around the room.
"Fluffy pink dragons?!" Everybody asked in puzzlement.
Refina sweatdropped.
"Why don't we go see what Dorny-Claus brought us?" Refina asked, shepherding the sane and insane Vione peeps.
"I feel like we're forgetting something." Dalet commented as the progressed towards the room for last night's festivities.
"LET ME OUT OF THIS CLOSET! IT IS I DORNKIRK, HE WHO PLANS TO CONTROL FATE! RELEASE ME NOW OR YOU'LL SUFFER MY WRATH!!!" An all too familiar voice echoed through the halls.
"What wrath?" Dilly cackled in amusement.
"You're an anorexic wrinkled naked guy with a beard. Ooh! I'm trembling!"
"LET ME OUT OF THIS CLOSET RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE DEMON OR I'LL TELL THEM!"
"Tell us what?" Viole asked in interest, regaining his common sense.
"ABOUT HIS `HELLO KITTY' OBSESSION!" Dorny replied screaming his lungs out.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MY SECRET REVEALED!" Dilly began to panic.
"HA! YOU LIKE THAT LITTLE WHITE KITTY?!" Chesta losing his more compassionate side began to roll around on the ground in laughter.
"Of course I don't. Why would a pyro watch a cartoon about a cat?" Dilandau tried to cover up.
"Then why'd we find THESE in your room?" Eriya asked, dumping a pile of "Hello Kitty" videos on the floor.
"Oh those? Those, are my sister's!"
"You don't HAVE a sister Dilly."
"But this is great, now we have someone to talk about the show with, we'll loan each other videos, and chat about them, and draw fanart! OOH! I'M SOOOOO EXCITED!!!" Naria squeaked as she jumped up and down.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dilly tore down the hall.
"Wow. He's faster than that Hitomi girl."
"HEY! NO ONE IS FASTER THAN HITOMI!" Van defended his almost-girlfriend as they emerged from a room.
"Wanna bet? Look at Dilly!" Eriya proclaimed, smiling smugly as the pyro rushed by in a flash of red.
"Wow." Was all Hitomi could say as his speed spinned her around, making her dizzy so she went unconscious. Luckily for her, the ever-faithful Draconian King caught her before she busted her head open.
"Oh Van, you're so dreamy." She smiled up at him as he dropped her, to cover his crimson cheeks.
"OW! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU DROPPING ME? I'M GOING BACK TO ALLEN! AT LEAST HE CAN CARRY ME FOR ONE SECOND WITHOUT ME FALLING TO THE GROUND!!!" She huffed and sprinted off.
"Did I hear someone call my name?" Asked the extremely dense blonde as he walked in, brushing his hair rhythmically.
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" The Dragonslayers screamed.
"The guymelef hanger was open." Allen replied, unknotting a tangle.
"Oh." Everyone sweatdropped once again.
"Man, we keep forgetting what we're SUPPOSED to be doing here." Viole said.
"Christmas Tree, onward, hoooooooooo!"
He FINALLY led them to the tree where their hopes plummeted. In place of the beautiful red Christmas tree from last night was a pile of ashes.
"DILLY-SAMA! YOU RUINED CHRISTMAS!!!" Naria screamed as she hissed, scratching Dilly until he was in complete disarray.
"Hey, a little help down here." Dilly asked his slayers, as he lay on the floor, nearly unconscious.
"Sorry Dilly, but you wrecked Christmas, no presents for you!" Eriya told the grudging Dilly.
"ALL I WANTED WAS THE CANDY-CANES!" He shrieked in helplessness.
"Master Dilandau, you know of course we had a whole box sitting on the table." Chesta stated awkwardly.
"UGH! NOW YOU TELL ME!!!" Dilly screamed in rage.
"Well, might as well open what's LEFT of our presents, Dalet murmured dejectedly.
"Hey, looks like Santa DID listen to my humble request." He walked over to a small pile of presents in flame-proof wrapping labeled, `Slayer Dalet.'
"Ah Dalet, you ruin all my fun!" Dilly whined, pained that there were presents he COULDN'T burn.
Dalet unwrapped a package.
"BOOYAH! HERBAL ESSENCES!!!" He screamed joyously, examining the shampoo and conditioner the package contained.
"Why, in god's name did you ask for shampoo and conditioner, FOR CHRISTMAS?!" Viole shrieked at his comrade's vanity.
"What can I say? Ladies love it when your hair smells good."
"Oh look, another package." Quickly unwrapping it, he was horrified to see that it was a bouquet of red roses.
"RED?! I SPECIFICALLY TOLD THAT OLD GEEZER THAT VERONA WON'T ACCEPT ANYTHING LESS THAN BLUE!!! CHRISTMAS! BAH HUMBUG! WHAT A WASTE OF PARCHMENT!" Dalet stormed off, leaving his hair cleaning supplies behind.
"Hey, I can always use spares." Allen declared, grabbing the left-behind gifts and stashing them in his pouch.
"OK then... My turn I guess..." Chesta said in his usual meek tone.
CAREFULLY, he unwrapped the package, not ripping the paper, and after 10 minutes, he folded it, putting it aside.
"How wonderful."
"Just what I need." He admired, `Chicken Soup for the Meek' and a blue and black teddy bear.
"Mr. Snuggles..." Folkie muttered sadly from across the room. Suddenly, a bonk resounded throughout the room and then, everything was silent.
"I DID IT! I DID I! I BONKED 1,000,000 TIMES IN A ROW! GO ME!!! MWAHAHAHA!!!" Folkie then passed out, so you might have guessed.
"I'll gladly take Folkie's gifts considering I'm his second in command." Dilly claimed the rather large pile as Van walked in looking quite forlorn.
"Hey Van. Wazup?" Allen asked, running a comb through his hair ONCE AGAIN.
"You just wrecked my life. I'll kill you." Van muttered, passing the blonde without a second glance.
"Alright then. That wasn't the most pleasant greeting I've ever received..." Allen muttered, looking a tad bit nervous.
"Oh Van!" Hitomi shrieked as she leaped out of nowhere onto the raven-haired boy.
"Where did YOU come from all of a sudden?" Van asked in bewilderment.
"Allen's a total bore, all he did was talk about his split ends. I've decided to return to your arms." She then hugged him.
"Ahhh." The Dragonslayers sighed in unison.
"How cute!" Refina said as she watched the somewhat-sweet display.
"Hey baby, do you want a piece of the action?" Viole asked seductively, stretching his arms out for a hug.
"No thanks." Refina replied, pushing the purple-headed boy over.
"Man, I never get any breaks." Viole muttered in disgust as he toppled to the floor.
"Oh Van, why would I settle for a knight when I could have a kawaii king?"
"MAN WOMAN! I'M GONNA EXPLOAD FROM BLUSHING IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!" Van screamed at her.
"Well I never!" Hitomi huffed as she walked off.
"Smooth man, real smooth." Dalet commented.
"DALET LAREGINO! WHERE ARE YOU?!" A high-pitched voice echoed throughout the Vione.
"Oh man, it's Verona, I'm dead." He muttered.
"Chesta! HIDE ME!" He ducked behind the gentle blonde who looked quite confused.
"Dalet, she's your girlfriend for Heaven's sake! How bad can she be?"
A growl erupted from the doorway as Verona burst in.
"DALET LAREGINO! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She screamed at him.
"Ok, I take that back." Chesta murmured.
"YOU WROTE ME 4 STINKIN' LETTERS! YOU NEVER CALL, YOU NEVER SEND ME TELAGRAMS OR ANYTHING! THE LAST TIME I GOT A GIFT FROM YOU WAS TWO YEARS AGO!"
"So I've been a little short on cash lately... Is that any reason to kill me?" Dalet asked.
"IT SURE IS BOY!" She said, pouncing on him.
"AUGH! HELP!" He screamed, clutching for the nearest thing, it happened to be Naria's tail.
"HEY! WATCH IT BAKA!" She hissed at him scratching him across the face.
The rest of the Vione members decided to ignore the glomping of Dalet by his psycho girlfriend and went back to gifts.
"It figures doesn't it?" Guimel asked in pained annoyance. At his side was a fuzzy pink sweater, a sheep clock that baahed on the hour, a cuddly stuffed animal sheep, and a card that had a sheep saying, `HAPPY BAHLIDAYS!' on the front.
"I'M HERE! I'M HERE!" A familiar boy screamed as he ran through the room.
"Who are you?" Viole asked.
"IT'S ME! MIGEL!" The frustrated boy shouted at the still-heartbroken slayer.
"Oh yeah, Migel. We wondered where you went."
"Well, I spent all yesterday on Folkie-Sama's gift, but I finally finished it!!!"
"Sorry to tell you Migel, but Folkie's `out' at the moment."
"Where'd he go?" Viole pointed at the ground where Folkie lay with spiral eyes.
"Ah. I'll put it in his room for later." Migel walked off and returned looking quite pleased with himself.
"SPRINKLING! SPRINKLING! SPRINKLING MAGIC DUST!" Gatty shrieked as he bounded through the room, pelting them with red and green sand.
"What the hell's wrong with him?" Migel asked in confusion.
"Our friend Gatty had a bit too much caffeine."
"Ah, shall I knock him out, or will you do the honors?"
"You've been deprived, it's your turn." Migel socked Gatty in the face, temporarily knocking the Pixie out.
"Oh look Migel, it's a package for you."
"Hey cool, I never get any presents." Migel eagerly looked at the label.
"TO: MIGEL, FROM: ZONGI?! GOD DAMN THAT DOPPLEGANGER! WHAT'S HE TRYING TO PULL?!"
"Hey wait... How the heck are you here? I thought he killed you."
"Why is Dilly not Selena? Why are Folkie, Naria, Eriya, and all the rest of you not dead? What in God's name is that Mystic Moon ditz still doing here?"
"Ask the author, only she knows." Viole replied, looking up at her.
(A/N: Well... EVERYBODY COOL EXCEPT VAN-SAMA DIED!!! I COULDN'T JUST LEAVE YOU ALL DEAD AND STUPID HITOMI COULDN'T LEAVE VAN AGAIN!!! -_-;)
"Well, we know where she stands. Another over-obsessed Van fangirl." Migel commented.
"How come there aren't any Viole fangirls?" Viole asked dejectedly.
"Because #1, we see ONE GLIMPSE of you through the entire series, and #2: Half of the girls out there think YOU'RE a GIRL."
"I'M NOT A GIRL!!!" Viole screamed in defiance.
"And just WHAT is wrong with girls?!" Naria, Eriya, Hitomi, Verona, and Refina swooped down on him.
"Nothing... uh... GIRL POWER!" Viole stuttered nervously. The girls simply nodded going back to their tasks at hand.
"Traitor." Dalet muttered as he was once again attacked.
Migel opened his package to find a neck brace.
"Just what I needed." Migel murmured in thanks, clasping it around his still sore neck.
Dilly ran in just then.
"WHAT ABOUT MY PRESENTS?!" He whimpered with puppy-dog eyes.
"Well gee, I didn't get him anything, did you guys?" Migel asked, looking at his comrades who all shook their heads `no.'
"NONE OF YOU GOT ME ANYTHING?!" Dilly howled in disbelief.
"I guess not."
"Wait..." Folkie gasped, regaining consciousness.
"Here." He handed Dilly a lumpy package before passing out again.
"Ooh, what do we have here?" Dilly asked excitedly, ripping open the package greedily.
"MWAHAHA! MOERO! FINALLY! ALCOHOL! HAHAHA!" He clutched the red wine protectively.
"And it's my favorite color too."
"Oh and what's this?" He found at the bottom a limp catgirl doll that seemed to be sending him death stares.
"Hey, isn't THIS a Glaring Glory? HAHAHA! THESE ARE SELLING ON EBAY FOR THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS! I'M GONNA BE RICH! MOEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THANKS FOLKIE-SAMA!" Dilly dashed off, squeezing the doll until she near about choked in his gloved hand and forgetting his duties of claiming Folkie's presents.
"Well, since we ALL know that Folkie likes ME best, I'll do the honors of accepting his gifts for him now that our commander seems preoccupied." Guimel declared. "Let's see now... Makeup, earrings, some more makeup, more earrings, a black cloak, Ultra-Long-Lasting Blue hair dye, and a year's supply of hair-gel."
"Why doesn't Folkie get anything GOOD?" Guimel asked dejectedly.
"He can HAVE it." He walked away, carrying his unwanted gifts from earlier.
"Oh Viole this jewelry is beautiful, it must have cost you a fortune." Refina commented, giving her would-be boyfriend a friendly hug.
"Actually I got it dirt cheap from the market in Ast- MPH!" A hand went over his mouth, preventing him from finishing.
"Rule #1 boy, NEVER tell the girl you like that you got her a cheap present. You're supposed to say, `I scrimped and saved for years to afford it!'" Van hissed in the less-experienced boy's ear.
"I scrimped and saved for YEARS to afford it!" Viole declared proudly.
"Oh, aren't you sweeeeeeeet." Refina said, pinching his cheek before walking away.
"HEY! HOLD UP! WHY DIDN'T I GET ANY PRESENTS?!" Viole asked in confusion as he looked around the room.
"Oh yeah, I think I burned all yours." Dilly recollected as he peered around the doorway to his room.
"YOU WHAT?"
"UGH!"
"It's OK Viole, I'll make it ALL better." Refina whispered sweetly as she gave him a kiss.
"Merry Christmas."
"Does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" Viole asked hopefully.
"Uh... NO." Refina replied, her blonde ponytail swishing as she headed out of the room.
"Ahh..." Viole kicked at the ground in frustration, so close, and yet, so far.
"Well, that's progress." Chesta said, reassuring his friend.
"I guess." Viole muttered.
"Later."
"Now for Gatty the Pixie's gifts." Migel said gleefully, rubbing his hands together.
"Oh GOODY. A new sword and a new uniform. And WOW! A novel too! `PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!'" Migel exclaimed sarcastically.
"Oh Vvvvvvvvvaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!! What did you get for ME sweetie?" Hitomi asked the flustered raven-haired boy.
"Here." Van said, handing her a feather.
"A FEATHER?! WHAT'S WITH THE FEATHER? Don't I mean MORE than that to you?" Hitomi cried out angrily.
"Hey, all my cash is back in Fanelia, why do you think I had Dryden pay the bill in that one episode?"
"I always wondered why you were a king and broke. I GUESS I'll forgive you this ONCE. But NEXT time, I'll leave you for Allen again!"
`Why do I put up with her?' Van silently wondered to himself.
"Here's my gift to you Van." She held out a pen.
"AND YOU SAID MY GIFT WAS PATHETIC!"
"Hey, it's an OFFICIAL `The Vision of Escaflowne' pen!" Hitomi replied, nodding, smiling smugly.
"Ugh." Van grunted in dismay.
"I WANT A GIFT TOO!" Allen whined. "Here. From ME to YOU!" Van hit him in the jaw, causing him to fall over backwards.
"OH ALLEN! VAN, HOW COULD YOU?! BOO HOO HOO HOO!" Hitomi ran sobbing from the room.
"I'm OK now." Allen replied, getting up.
"NOW YOU AREN'T!" And once again Allen was down, HOPEFULLY for a longer time.
The kitties found their stockings stuffed with catnip, rubber mousies, yarn-balls, and kitty treats, and were very pleased.
"Hey, how `bout a kiss Verona, it IS Christmas after all." Dalet asked smoothly, closing his eyes and puckering up.
"I think NOT buddy-boy." Verona whispered under her breath as she propelled Hitomi forward into kissing the coffee-headed slayer.
"Wow Verona, you're a good kisser." Dalet murmured.
"UGH! GET HIM OFF ME!" Hitomi squealed as she fled ONCE AGAIN from the room.
"That didn't turn out well." Verona commented.
"If you had JUST kissed me in the first place, that whole thing wouldn't have happened." Dalet interjected.
Dornkirk moaned, "How come I, Lord Dornkirk, emperor of Zaibach received NO gifts."
"Because nobody likes you." Naria stated simply, going back to her rubber mousie.
"Oh." It finally hit the fate-obsessed idiot just then.
"Weeeeellllllllllllll, Mmmmmmmmwerrrrrrrrrrrrry Chhhhhhhhhwistmas evewybodyyyyyyy!" The once-again drunk Van screamed loudly.
"MWEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY CCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHRISTMAS!" They all slurred, collapsing on the floor in exhaustion.
"Hey wait, Gatty, are you wearing a tutu?" Dilly asked in confusion before falling over as well.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"It's over. Thank god." Folkie muttered as he stumbled upstairs to his room, falling in a chair he let out a surprised yelp as he felt sharp claws sink into his behind.
"HI, MY NAME IS GLARING GLORY!!! LUCKY YOU! YOU NOW OWN ME AND MY WHOLE FAMILY! TERRORIZING TOM, CUSSING CHRISTY, MALICIOUS MARK, AND RETARDED RACHEL!"
"MASHED POTATOES!" Rachel the catgirl doll screamed.
"GOD DAMN YOU!" Christy began her duty as the family cusser.
"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYY MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Folkie screamed.
"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The End
(Or is it?)
A/N: As you might have guessed, this ISN'T the end. A Halloween one will be added in a couple days or so. Hope you liked, reviews wanted, but PLEASE, NO FLAMES!!! Thanks for reading, keep an eye out for more soon in the never-ending torture of Folkie-sama! Later! Thanks! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~