The Power of the Bunny
Author's Notes: This is based on a story I read called "He Followed Me Home". I used that author's ideas and added some Quill twists.
Disclaimer: I own... not many characters. But, to name I few, I DO own Brian, Matt, David, Ryan, and Ami. Kingdom Hearts, Shaman King, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Zelda do not belong to me, but if my friends wanted to get me a reeeaalllyy nice going away present...
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"Hey, Quill, I need some help."
Okay, maybe it wasn't smart to ask her. She's good at stories, but usually they're a little wild for my taste. When did she first come up with slash (it was Frodo/Sam) we were really tired and bored. I wasn't to taken to the idea. But now yaoi has a certain flare that I KNOW I like and I can't deny it further. So I need her help. I need PLOT BUNNIES!!
Innocently she asked me, "What story?" She knows me like a book. A book she's read and slashed thousands of times.
"Well, I really want to write," I explained. "Shaman King. Some real good stuff, you know? The only problem is I'm out of ideas."
She shrugged. "I don't know the characters..."
So she promised that she'd send some ideas over as soon as possible. I thought about this as I walked into my room. I logged onto my computer and I hadn't even opened Word to start the painful ritual of straining my brain for ideas when I heard a soft thump behind my computer chair.
Slowly, very, very slowly, I turned the chair around.
"RENxYOH!!!!" it screamed at me.
I grinned. 'Thank you Quill!' I said silently as I looked over the plot bunny.
"Angst, PG-PG13, maybe resulting in fluff, flashbacks and past boyfriends/girlfriends involved. No unrequited business." The white rabbit was serious. It wanted something NOW. Grinning, I had the perfect idea. I turned my chair around and began to type.
***
He loved him more than he knew.
Yoh knew that. It was depressing. The trash was piling up and his cold was getting worse, but he didn't care. He didn't have anyone to love him.
***
But I heard something that sounded like.. yes, it sounded very much like an elf.
"What now, rabbit?" I turned. Maybe it wanted something else, a french kiss or something. But instead, I saw two bunnies.
"Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin, Gimli/Legolas, no original characters!!" the next plot bunny shouted into my head. "I want a first-time movie-canon, on the double!!"
THIS little guy scared me. Not only had I never heard an idea talk like that before, but I'd never written Lord of the Rings yaoi before. It seemed like too much to handle, but struck by a sudden impulse, my hands flew to the keyboard.
***
"Oh, my dear Sam," Frodo said with tears in his eyes. "You know no one can help me."
Sam closed his eyes but held on tight to his master's hand. "Mr. Frodo, I'm sure there is SOMETHING someone can do. Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin, sir, they look just as snug as bugs curled up together as they are. Maybe you just need some sleep."
Frodo shook his head violently. "No! Sam, I need... I need you to stop calling me sir."
***
This story was going along nicely. Maybe it would work. It just might.
That was, until the stampede arrived.
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Okay, sucky, but you know what? There's going to be another part. I was just bored and I'm tired. Sorry I can't finish it now.
Author's Notes: This is based on a story I read called "He Followed Me Home". I used that author's ideas and added some Quill twists.
Disclaimer: I own... not many characters. But, to name I few, I DO own Brian, Matt, David, Ryan, and Ami. Kingdom Hearts, Shaman King, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Zelda do not belong to me, but if my friends wanted to get me a reeeaalllyy nice going away present...
///////////////
"Hey, Quill, I need some help."
Okay, maybe it wasn't smart to ask her. She's good at stories, but usually they're a little wild for my taste. When did she first come up with slash (it was Frodo/Sam) we were really tired and bored. I wasn't to taken to the idea. But now yaoi has a certain flare that I KNOW I like and I can't deny it further. So I need her help. I need PLOT BUNNIES!!
Innocently she asked me, "What story?" She knows me like a book. A book she's read and slashed thousands of times.
"Well, I really want to write," I explained. "Shaman King. Some real good stuff, you know? The only problem is I'm out of ideas."
She shrugged. "I don't know the characters..."
So she promised that she'd send some ideas over as soon as possible. I thought about this as I walked into my room. I logged onto my computer and I hadn't even opened Word to start the painful ritual of straining my brain for ideas when I heard a soft thump behind my computer chair.
Slowly, very, very slowly, I turned the chair around.
"RENxYOH!!!!" it screamed at me.
I grinned. 'Thank you Quill!' I said silently as I looked over the plot bunny.
"Angst, PG-PG13, maybe resulting in fluff, flashbacks and past boyfriends/girlfriends involved. No unrequited business." The white rabbit was serious. It wanted something NOW. Grinning, I had the perfect idea. I turned my chair around and began to type.
***
He loved him more than he knew.
Yoh knew that. It was depressing. The trash was piling up and his cold was getting worse, but he didn't care. He didn't have anyone to love him.
***
But I heard something that sounded like.. yes, it sounded very much like an elf.
"What now, rabbit?" I turned. Maybe it wanted something else, a french kiss or something. But instead, I saw two bunnies.
"Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin, Gimli/Legolas, no original characters!!" the next plot bunny shouted into my head. "I want a first-time movie-canon, on the double!!"
THIS little guy scared me. Not only had I never heard an idea talk like that before, but I'd never written Lord of the Rings yaoi before. It seemed like too much to handle, but struck by a sudden impulse, my hands flew to the keyboard.
***
"Oh, my dear Sam," Frodo said with tears in his eyes. "You know no one can help me."
Sam closed his eyes but held on tight to his master's hand. "Mr. Frodo, I'm sure there is SOMETHING someone can do. Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin, sir, they look just as snug as bugs curled up together as they are. Maybe you just need some sleep."
Frodo shook his head violently. "No! Sam, I need... I need you to stop calling me sir."
***
This story was going along nicely. Maybe it would work. It just might.
That was, until the stampede arrived.
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Okay, sucky, but you know what? There's going to be another part. I was just bored and I'm tired. Sorry I can't finish it now.