Disclaimer: I do not own these people. Someday I will, after winning the lottery in fifteen American states, muwahahahaha! but not now.. *pout* oh, and if you happen to read a story by Haruka-chan called RealWhatever then yes, we are using the same concept. But I'm quite sure we are not the only one, k? And besides, it was orriginally my idea. muwahahah. but i let her use it. i'm nice like that. *grin*
(...) = the haunting words of my mind. *twighlight music*
"..." = talking. because that's what people do.(yeah, i'm as shocked as you are)
'...' = guess what? the characters think, too! *gasp* it's true!
Episode's Title: Phone Calls. This is the time everyone decides to call home. it's pretty boring... but hey, boringness had to come sooner or later!
Michiru stood in the kitchen, staring at the pale yellow wall. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Slowly she dialed. The ringing sounded like drums in her ears. Finally a voice spoke on the other side. "Hello?"
"H-Haruka?" Michiru said softly. She slowly slid down and into a chair.
"Michiru!" Haruka said happily. "I've missed you. How's Moscow?"
"Uhh, it's fine, just fine." Michiru continued to speak softly.
"Michi, what's wrong?" Haruka asked.
"Well... I n-need to tell you something." Michiru took a deep breath. "Something happened... And I want to tell you I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, really."
"Woah, honey, calm down." Haruka's deep voice told her. Michiru gripped the reciever tightly, trying to calm herself. "What happened, Michi?"
"I... I..." Michiru trailed off.
"You?" Haruka encouraged. (if only she knew what she was encouraging. *sniffle*)
"Haruka," Michiru spoke rapidly, "I slept with another woman. I didn't mean to and I'm really sorry"
"You... What?!?" Haruka asked loudly. "How could you not mean to? What the hell happened? If you were that... you know... I could of flyed out for the weekend!"
"No! It wasn't... I!" Michiru was at a loss for words. She took another breath and again spoke softly. "I know I've disappointed you, Haruka. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far. I didn't mean for it to go anywhere! I'm so sorry. I dont' know how I'm gonna make this up to you.. but I will. I promise."
Nothing was heard on the other line. After a long pause a click was heard, then the sound of a dial tone. Michiru slowly placed the receiver back on it's hook. Lowering her head she slowly made her way to her bed room.
Bubbles watched the teal-haired woman walk past her. She stopped a moment, looking at Michiru in concern. The woman barely noticed as a tear fell down her cheek. Bubbles watched her enter her bedroom and then made her way downstairs to the phone.
"I did it!" Bubbles squeeled into the phone. A loud giggle was heard on the other line. "I'm so serious!!"
"Oh my God!" Buttercup exclaimed. "You have to tell me everything! How did it go? Did he approach you? Did you do what I told you? About the bondage thing? Well? Well!"
"He came into my room." Bubbles started, giggling madly. "And he was drunk!"
"Really?" Buttercup laughs. "What is he like drunk? Is he sexy?"
"Who cares!?" Bubbles told her. "I tackled him down and he was all mine!"
"So... you know... how," Buttercup coughed, "Was he?"
Bubbles let out a string of giggles. "I think he knew what he was doing." (can this get more disturbing?)
"So, how long did he.. you know, last?" Buttercup asked.
"I could hardly look at the clock, I was so tired after he was done." Bubbles sighed softly. "It felt like days."
Buttercup giggled. "I can't believe this! You had sex with Duo Maxwell!! Duo!"
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Bubbles grinned. "Who do you think my next target should be?"
"Your really gonna do it?" Buttercup gasped. "You demon, you! I don't care, but make it hot!!"
"Well, I got to go. Soemone needs the phone." Bubbles quickly hung up the phone and floated out of the room as Lulu stepped up to the phone. She lifted the reciever and quickly typed in a number.
"Thunder Plains Inn, how may I help you?" A perky voice asked.
"Rikku, it's Lulu." Lulu said. A squeel was heard on the other line.
"It's Lulu!" Rikku yelled. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Pretty good." Lulu told her. "Nothing much has happened to me, but you wont believe what some of these people have been doing!"
"Oh, like what?" Rikku asked.
"Well.. Wait, I can't tell you. Your too young." Lulu said. A pout was heard on the other line. "Anyway, have you been practicing your magic?"
"Aw, Lulu!" Rikku complained. "You know I can't do that all the time! I have a business to run here."
"You better be well practiced by the time I get home, Rikku." Lulu warned. "Can I talk to Wakka?"
The sound of Rikku screaming Wakka's name caused Lulu to Pull the reciever away from her ear. Lulu adjusted her long black hair in patience. "Lu?"
"Hey, Wakka." Lulu greeted her friend.
"So, did you do what I asked?" Wakka said.
"No, Wakka." Lulu told him, shaking her head. "I haven't got out long enough to give t.A.T.u. your number. Besides, dont' you think they will be a little turned off. You being a man and all?" (*drool* tATu...)
"Nonesense!" Wakka exclaimed.
"If you say so." Lulu laughed softly. After a bit of chit-chat Lulu finally hung up the phone. She walked into the living room, comming face to face with Farfello and a knife. "Oh, excuse me."
She slowly slipped past him as his tongue grazed across the blade. Lulu glanced back at him. Farfello stood there another moment, licking his knife gently. He slowly opened his amber eye and frowned. A small voice was heard in the back of his mind, but he was unable to hear the words. Sighing, Farfello walked into the kitchen to make a phone call.
"What do you want?" Farfello asked calmly.
"Just out of curiosity," The thick German-accented voice said, "You being in the little thing isn't a way to get away from us is it?"
"Your wasting my time." Farfello told him, slightly annoyed. (aw, he's annoyed!!! ain't he cute?)
"Okay, honestly... we have a problem." Shuldig said, laughing slightly.
"And that is?" Farfello asked, looking down at the knife in his hand.
"Well... uhhh...." Shuldig muttered something under his breath.
"Just tell me." Farfello ordered.
"Okay!" He took a deep breath. "You know that... uh... knife/axe thing you left behind? Well... Nagi kind of... broke it."
"WHAT?!?!?!" The scream was heard all through the house. Upstairs, Lara, who was walking down the hall, jumped, tripped over the rug, and went tumbling down the stairs. She layed there a moment, wondering what just happened. Inside the kitchen she could hear Farfello arguing into the phone. Slowly standing, she rubbed her back and opened the kitchen door. Her jaw dropped as the sight of the kitchen table loomed before her. One half was crumbled up against the wall, the other laying on it's side in the middle of the floor. She looked over to see Farfello holding up his knife and glaring at the wall.
"Uh, Farfello, are you okay?" She asked carefully. Farfello slowly looked over at her.
"Fine." He growled. He quickly hungup the phone and left the room. Lara shook her head and leaned against the doorway.
"'Scuse me." Duo's voice said. Lara moved into the kitchen, Duo behind her. He walked over to the phone and glanced back at her. "Do you need to use it?"
"Nah," Lara said. "i'm not one to call home."
Duo nodded and began dialing as Lara left the room. He smiled as a familiar voice answered the call. "Hey, Heero."
"Duo!" Heero's voice exclaimed. "How are ya doing?"
"Ugh," Duo replied, "Not so good."
"Want to tell me about it?" Heero asked. Duo paused a moment, then preceeded to tell Heero about the incident with Bubbles. Duo glared as laughter echoed into the phone. Barely able to tal, Heero finally spoke. "Wait untill the guys hear about this!"
"You are not going to tell them!" Duo ordered.
"Sure, sure, I won't." Heero replied. A voice in the background was heard. "Oh my God! Quatre, you wont believe what happened to Duo!"
"Heero, no!" Duo yelled. With that a dial tone was heard as Heero hung up and began to tell the story of Duo and Bubbles. Duo groaned in frustration. "This is not good."
Ending credits roll by.
Author appears: I know, this one was a little boring and blah, but it was meant to just calm ya'll down after the last episode's ending. just wait untill next time. muwAhAHhaAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
Commercials pop up, but you can still hear the manic laughter of the author.
(...) = the haunting words of my mind. *twighlight music*
"..." = talking. because that's what people do.(yeah, i'm as shocked as you are)
'...' = guess what? the characters think, too! *gasp* it's true!
Episode's Title: Phone Calls. This is the time everyone decides to call home. it's pretty boring... but hey, boringness had to come sooner or later!
Michiru stood in the kitchen, staring at the pale yellow wall. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Slowly she dialed. The ringing sounded like drums in her ears. Finally a voice spoke on the other side. "Hello?"
"H-Haruka?" Michiru said softly. She slowly slid down and into a chair.
"Michiru!" Haruka said happily. "I've missed you. How's Moscow?"
"Uhh, it's fine, just fine." Michiru continued to speak softly.
"Michi, what's wrong?" Haruka asked.
"Well... I n-need to tell you something." Michiru took a deep breath. "Something happened... And I want to tell you I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, really."
"Woah, honey, calm down." Haruka's deep voice told her. Michiru gripped the reciever tightly, trying to calm herself. "What happened, Michi?"
"I... I..." Michiru trailed off.
"You?" Haruka encouraged. (if only she knew what she was encouraging. *sniffle*)
"Haruka," Michiru spoke rapidly, "I slept with another woman. I didn't mean to and I'm really sorry"
"You... What?!?" Haruka asked loudly. "How could you not mean to? What the hell happened? If you were that... you know... I could of flyed out for the weekend!"
"No! It wasn't... I!" Michiru was at a loss for words. She took another breath and again spoke softly. "I know I've disappointed you, Haruka. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far. I didn't mean for it to go anywhere! I'm so sorry. I dont' know how I'm gonna make this up to you.. but I will. I promise."
Nothing was heard on the other line. After a long pause a click was heard, then the sound of a dial tone. Michiru slowly placed the receiver back on it's hook. Lowering her head she slowly made her way to her bed room.
Bubbles watched the teal-haired woman walk past her. She stopped a moment, looking at Michiru in concern. The woman barely noticed as a tear fell down her cheek. Bubbles watched her enter her bedroom and then made her way downstairs to the phone.
"I did it!" Bubbles squeeled into the phone. A loud giggle was heard on the other line. "I'm so serious!!"
"Oh my God!" Buttercup exclaimed. "You have to tell me everything! How did it go? Did he approach you? Did you do what I told you? About the bondage thing? Well? Well!"
"He came into my room." Bubbles started, giggling madly. "And he was drunk!"
"Really?" Buttercup laughs. "What is he like drunk? Is he sexy?"
"Who cares!?" Bubbles told her. "I tackled him down and he was all mine!"
"So... you know... how," Buttercup coughed, "Was he?"
Bubbles let out a string of giggles. "I think he knew what he was doing." (can this get more disturbing?)
"So, how long did he.. you know, last?" Buttercup asked.
"I could hardly look at the clock, I was so tired after he was done." Bubbles sighed softly. "It felt like days."
Buttercup giggled. "I can't believe this! You had sex with Duo Maxwell!! Duo!"
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Bubbles grinned. "Who do you think my next target should be?"
"Your really gonna do it?" Buttercup gasped. "You demon, you! I don't care, but make it hot!!"
"Well, I got to go. Soemone needs the phone." Bubbles quickly hung up the phone and floated out of the room as Lulu stepped up to the phone. She lifted the reciever and quickly typed in a number.
"Thunder Plains Inn, how may I help you?" A perky voice asked.
"Rikku, it's Lulu." Lulu said. A squeel was heard on the other line.
"It's Lulu!" Rikku yelled. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Pretty good." Lulu told her. "Nothing much has happened to me, but you wont believe what some of these people have been doing!"
"Oh, like what?" Rikku asked.
"Well.. Wait, I can't tell you. Your too young." Lulu said. A pout was heard on the other line. "Anyway, have you been practicing your magic?"
"Aw, Lulu!" Rikku complained. "You know I can't do that all the time! I have a business to run here."
"You better be well practiced by the time I get home, Rikku." Lulu warned. "Can I talk to Wakka?"
The sound of Rikku screaming Wakka's name caused Lulu to Pull the reciever away from her ear. Lulu adjusted her long black hair in patience. "Lu?"
"Hey, Wakka." Lulu greeted her friend.
"So, did you do what I asked?" Wakka said.
"No, Wakka." Lulu told him, shaking her head. "I haven't got out long enough to give t.A.T.u. your number. Besides, dont' you think they will be a little turned off. You being a man and all?" (*drool* tATu...)
"Nonesense!" Wakka exclaimed.
"If you say so." Lulu laughed softly. After a bit of chit-chat Lulu finally hung up the phone. She walked into the living room, comming face to face with Farfello and a knife. "Oh, excuse me."
She slowly slipped past him as his tongue grazed across the blade. Lulu glanced back at him. Farfello stood there another moment, licking his knife gently. He slowly opened his amber eye and frowned. A small voice was heard in the back of his mind, but he was unable to hear the words. Sighing, Farfello walked into the kitchen to make a phone call.
"What do you want?" Farfello asked calmly.
"Just out of curiosity," The thick German-accented voice said, "You being in the little thing isn't a way to get away from us is it?"
"Your wasting my time." Farfello told him, slightly annoyed. (aw, he's annoyed!!! ain't he cute?)
"Okay, honestly... we have a problem." Shuldig said, laughing slightly.
"And that is?" Farfello asked, looking down at the knife in his hand.
"Well... uhhh...." Shuldig muttered something under his breath.
"Just tell me." Farfello ordered.
"Okay!" He took a deep breath. "You know that... uh... knife/axe thing you left behind? Well... Nagi kind of... broke it."
"WHAT?!?!?!" The scream was heard all through the house. Upstairs, Lara, who was walking down the hall, jumped, tripped over the rug, and went tumbling down the stairs. She layed there a moment, wondering what just happened. Inside the kitchen she could hear Farfello arguing into the phone. Slowly standing, she rubbed her back and opened the kitchen door. Her jaw dropped as the sight of the kitchen table loomed before her. One half was crumbled up against the wall, the other laying on it's side in the middle of the floor. She looked over to see Farfello holding up his knife and glaring at the wall.
"Uh, Farfello, are you okay?" She asked carefully. Farfello slowly looked over at her.
"Fine." He growled. He quickly hungup the phone and left the room. Lara shook her head and leaned against the doorway.
"'Scuse me." Duo's voice said. Lara moved into the kitchen, Duo behind her. He walked over to the phone and glanced back at her. "Do you need to use it?"
"Nah," Lara said. "i'm not one to call home."
Duo nodded and began dialing as Lara left the room. He smiled as a familiar voice answered the call. "Hey, Heero."
"Duo!" Heero's voice exclaimed. "How are ya doing?"
"Ugh," Duo replied, "Not so good."
"Want to tell me about it?" Heero asked. Duo paused a moment, then preceeded to tell Heero about the incident with Bubbles. Duo glared as laughter echoed into the phone. Barely able to tal, Heero finally spoke. "Wait untill the guys hear about this!"
"You are not going to tell them!" Duo ordered.
"Sure, sure, I won't." Heero replied. A voice in the background was heard. "Oh my God! Quatre, you wont believe what happened to Duo!"
"Heero, no!" Duo yelled. With that a dial tone was heard as Heero hung up and began to tell the story of Duo and Bubbles. Duo groaned in frustration. "This is not good."
Ending credits roll by.
Author appears: I know, this one was a little boring and blah, but it was meant to just calm ya'll down after the last episode's ending. just wait untill next time. muwAhAHhaAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
Commercials pop up, but you can still hear the manic laughter of the author.