Boredom
Disclaimer: Fushigi Yugi (or, as pronounced by our cheerful local comic shop manager: Fuhshigee Iggy, Foosheegee Yigee, Fooshigi Yeegee, etc...He cannot pronounce it to save his life! Ask Koorino Megumi...or, better yet, see the reference to him in her FY fic "Ragdolls"! Yay!) does not belong to me! I really wish I was an Oscar Meyer Weiner...oops! I mean, I wish it belonged to me!
Ya know, I keep taking these FY character tests, and ya know who I always am?
...NURIKO! O.o!;
Maybe that's good, maybe that's bad. Maybe I AM Nuriko! I mean, I adore Hotohori, I'm pretty strong, am mother-ish, and have a tendency to smack people, be it into a wall or with a handy chair or table. O.o; Always have...OH, NO!! I AM NURIKO!!!
I think I should apologize for poor Chichiri! It was my evil personality, Kurayami, who did it! Not me! ^.^ Well, she is me, so I am her, so I did do it, but I'm not really her, so it wasn't really me, and...uh-oh...Never mind! YOU figure it out! ^.^
*grins insanely*
And, yes, this is the long-awaited Part Seven. I wish it wasn't. I am sorely tempted to have nothing happen to Hotohori, but, then again...I would be so fried if I didn't! And who here noticed that Chichiri actually had the misfortune to glance at Taiitsukun?! Poor guy! I feel so sorry for him! =D
*ahem....* GOMEN! And now...
Part Seven: I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt...
*
Hotohori tried to hide behind the throne, but the Old Bag saw him first. "Oh, no, you don't...I have grand plans for you..."
Hotohori whimpered slightly in dismay. He'd been hoping to escape, but, alas...that clearly wasn't going to happen.
"Wh-" His voice came out dry and scratchy, so he cleared it before trying again. "What are you going to do to me?"
The Old Bag cackled mischievously. "Nothing that would really bother you..."
This seemed to scare him even more. "Would you like to...elaborate? If it's going to make me kill myself, I'd like to leave instructions here for my counselors."
"No, no...this won't kill you..." The Old Bag smirked. " You're going to be a supermodel!"
Hotohori's look brightened until the Old Bag waved her hand and he looked down at his legs encased in tight black jeans, black leather boots with spiked heels and the tight white t-shirt with "angel" written across his breasts in silver glitter.
Wait a minute...BREASTS?!?!
He was a woman! A girl! A female! A femme fatale!
Nuriko grinned. "And I thought I was pretty as a girl!"
Hotohori paled and tried to cover his - er...herself from view. Taiitsukun cackled, and a runway appeared, along with a huge crowd of people. Of course, Chichiri happened to be looking at that direction, and all of the people caused him to run screaming into a wall.
"Come, now, your majesty! Your public awaits you! They want to admire your beauty!"
Hotohori made a mental note to find a way to kill the evil Sunkake-Baba as soon as possible. After he was a man again, of course...
"Just one thing, before you go on," Taiitsukun said maliciously. Hotohori looked at her questioningly. "Remember that, as a model, there is ALWAYS someone more beautiful than you are!"
She felt like crying. More beautiful then her?! Impossible! The Nyan-Nyans gave her a helpful push to the backstage, and the song "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred started up, the beat making the dance cheer wildly as they chanted Hotohori's name.
The Nyan-Nyans had to give her another helpful push onto the stage, and she found that the boots were walking up and down the catwalk on their own!
Horrified, she tried to backpedal or something, so that not so many of these people, grinning and flashing their cameras, would see her like this, but nothing happened, so she wound up working that runway.
At one point, the Nyan-Nyans also shoved Nuriko and Tasuki onto the runway, and Nuriko flexed, grinning at the girls. Tasuki kept trying to run and hide backstage, but the ever-so-unhelpful Nyan-Nyans kept pushing him right back on.
He tried once to leap off the catwalk in order to run out of the room, but the Fireballs of Doom fell on him, stopping him. And, yes, once again, elsewhere in the palace, the Fireballs of Doom also flattened and crisped Tamahome.
Taiitsukun relaxed in the VIP box, watching the 'fashion show'. Chichiri was also on the catwalk now, screaming 'da' and trying to get the insidious images in his mind from dancing so lewdly!
The Nyan-Nyans brought the Old Bag food and drink as she watched the flirtatious Nuriko, panicked Chichiri, desperate Tasuki, and horrified Hotohori do their thing on the stage.
"I'm too sexy for Milan, I'm too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan...I'm a model, you know what I mean, as I do my little turn on the catwalk...On the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah, I shake my little tush on the catwalk..."
*
Lyrics reprinted sans permission! But the song was done by Right Said Fred. I love that song.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT TO MY HOTO-SAMA!!!! *falls to the ground, sobbing*
So what will happen next?! Will they escape? Will the Old Bag relent and release them from their curses?
WHY DID I TURN HOTOHORI INTO A GIRL?!?! *smacks self in head*
(Because I did...)
Kurayami! How DARE you!
(*shrugs* Hey, you wanted help...I just did as asked!)
*falls over* Aw, man...gomen ne, Hoto-sama! Forgive meeeeeee!!!!
See you next time! ::poof!::
Disclaimer: Fushigi Yugi (or, as pronounced by our cheerful local comic shop manager: Fuhshigee Iggy, Foosheegee Yigee, Fooshigi Yeegee, etc...He cannot pronounce it to save his life! Ask Koorino Megumi...or, better yet, see the reference to him in her FY fic "Ragdolls"! Yay!) does not belong to me! I really wish I was an Oscar Meyer Weiner...oops! I mean, I wish it belonged to me!
Ya know, I keep taking these FY character tests, and ya know who I always am?
...NURIKO! O.o!;
Maybe that's good, maybe that's bad. Maybe I AM Nuriko! I mean, I adore Hotohori, I'm pretty strong, am mother-ish, and have a tendency to smack people, be it into a wall or with a handy chair or table. O.o; Always have...OH, NO!! I AM NURIKO!!!
I think I should apologize for poor Chichiri! It was my evil personality, Kurayami, who did it! Not me! ^.^ Well, she is me, so I am her, so I did do it, but I'm not really her, so it wasn't really me, and...uh-oh...Never mind! YOU figure it out! ^.^
*grins insanely*
And, yes, this is the long-awaited Part Seven. I wish it wasn't. I am sorely tempted to have nothing happen to Hotohori, but, then again...I would be so fried if I didn't! And who here noticed that Chichiri actually had the misfortune to glance at Taiitsukun?! Poor guy! I feel so sorry for him! =D
*ahem....* GOMEN! And now...
Part Seven: I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt...
*
Hotohori tried to hide behind the throne, but the Old Bag saw him first. "Oh, no, you don't...I have grand plans for you..."
Hotohori whimpered slightly in dismay. He'd been hoping to escape, but, alas...that clearly wasn't going to happen.
"Wh-" His voice came out dry and scratchy, so he cleared it before trying again. "What are you going to do to me?"
The Old Bag cackled mischievously. "Nothing that would really bother you..."
This seemed to scare him even more. "Would you like to...elaborate? If it's going to make me kill myself, I'd like to leave instructions here for my counselors."
"No, no...this won't kill you..." The Old Bag smirked. " You're going to be a supermodel!"
Hotohori's look brightened until the Old Bag waved her hand and he looked down at his legs encased in tight black jeans, black leather boots with spiked heels and the tight white t-shirt with "angel" written across his breasts in silver glitter.
Wait a minute...BREASTS?!?!
He was a woman! A girl! A female! A femme fatale!
Nuriko grinned. "And I thought I was pretty as a girl!"
Hotohori paled and tried to cover his - er...herself from view. Taiitsukun cackled, and a runway appeared, along with a huge crowd of people. Of course, Chichiri happened to be looking at that direction, and all of the people caused him to run screaming into a wall.
"Come, now, your majesty! Your public awaits you! They want to admire your beauty!"
Hotohori made a mental note to find a way to kill the evil Sunkake-Baba as soon as possible. After he was a man again, of course...
"Just one thing, before you go on," Taiitsukun said maliciously. Hotohori looked at her questioningly. "Remember that, as a model, there is ALWAYS someone more beautiful than you are!"
She felt like crying. More beautiful then her?! Impossible! The Nyan-Nyans gave her a helpful push to the backstage, and the song "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred started up, the beat making the dance cheer wildly as they chanted Hotohori's name.
The Nyan-Nyans had to give her another helpful push onto the stage, and she found that the boots were walking up and down the catwalk on their own!
Horrified, she tried to backpedal or something, so that not so many of these people, grinning and flashing their cameras, would see her like this, but nothing happened, so she wound up working that runway.
At one point, the Nyan-Nyans also shoved Nuriko and Tasuki onto the runway, and Nuriko flexed, grinning at the girls. Tasuki kept trying to run and hide backstage, but the ever-so-unhelpful Nyan-Nyans kept pushing him right back on.
He tried once to leap off the catwalk in order to run out of the room, but the Fireballs of Doom fell on him, stopping him. And, yes, once again, elsewhere in the palace, the Fireballs of Doom also flattened and crisped Tamahome.
Taiitsukun relaxed in the VIP box, watching the 'fashion show'. Chichiri was also on the catwalk now, screaming 'da' and trying to get the insidious images in his mind from dancing so lewdly!
The Nyan-Nyans brought the Old Bag food and drink as she watched the flirtatious Nuriko, panicked Chichiri, desperate Tasuki, and horrified Hotohori do their thing on the stage.
"I'm too sexy for Milan, I'm too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan...I'm a model, you know what I mean, as I do my little turn on the catwalk...On the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah, I shake my little tush on the catwalk..."
*
Lyrics reprinted sans permission! But the song was done by Right Said Fred. I love that song.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT TO MY HOTO-SAMA!!!! *falls to the ground, sobbing*
So what will happen next?! Will they escape? Will the Old Bag relent and release them from their curses?
WHY DID I TURN HOTOHORI INTO A GIRL?!?! *smacks self in head*
(Because I did...)
Kurayami! How DARE you!
(*shrugs* Hey, you wanted help...I just did as asked!)
*falls over* Aw, man...gomen ne, Hoto-sama! Forgive meeeeeee!!!!
See you next time! ::poof!::
