Nottori
Written by: Fira Flame
I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.
This is a re-written version of the original version I wrote in the summer of 2002, it sucked royal ass, so I'm re-writing it! Enjoy! *********************
Missy grinned as she tossed the orange capsule down onto the ground and after a brief explosion of dust, there lay her pride and joy. A large japanese style motorcycle with orange and black trim. There were two seats on it, for in case she wanted to share a ride with someone of if she ever had kids, they could take a date on it. The healer tossed her turquoise shock of hair over her shoulder and looked at Tasuki, who sat on the ground, watching the bike carefully.
"C'mon Genrou." Missy said with smirk. "It's not going to bite you. Only I do."
Tasuki frowned at this, standing. "I'm pretty damn sure it's not going to bite me. I'm afraid I'll fall off it."
"You can hold onto me."
"I know that, but look at it! It's half th' size of a horse, has wheels and makes more noise than a wheat mill."
"Are you quite finished?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Tasuki folded his arms. "I dun feel safe on it."
"Poor baby." Missy frowned, tracing an invisible tear on her cheek as she mounted the bike. "Are ya comin' or not?"
Tasuki shrugged and looked up to the sky, as if saying 'why me?' and got onto the bike, wrapping his muscular arms around the Saiya-jin woman's waist. Missy giggled slightly as he touched her ticklish spot. She jerked her elbow back in a motion to say 'knock it off', and started the engine. The bike roared to life, the body vibrating with the turning of pistons and the turning of gears. With a quick rev of the engine at the flick of her wrist, Missy kicked the kick stand away from the ground and pushed away from the resting position as the pair of pyros rode off down the rough country road.
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Ace backed into a thicket, his thick sword parrying off strike after strike from the lavender haired Saiya-man. Sweat beaded on his forehead and added to the morning dew as he swung his blade underhand to attack. Mirai jumped back, the incisiveness of the blade inches from his flesh. His fury built inside as he raced forward, and drove his fist forward in attack. Ace grunted as and Saiya-man's fist dug into his spleen. While Mirai was occupied Ace swung his sword over his own head while slashing at Mirai's.
Mirai ducked and rammed his sword forwards at Ace's armored legs, hoping to take out some circuitry. Ace's sword dove down and knocked the Z-sword from Mirai's loose grip. Mirai gasped mildly and pulled back as Ace's fist slammed down into the ground where he previously was. Ace looked up at him and grinned as he 'slid' forward in a reploid style. Mirai prepared to impede an attack but much to his surprise Ace went behind him and heaved his sword into spinal cord in such a way the Saiya-man toppled to the ground, unconscious.
Ace looked down at his fallen comrade with a grin spreading on his face. He reached under his cloak and pulled a palm pilot out. He accessed a small list of information and used the pen to press the 'add' button.
"That's twenty-eight for me and twenty-six for the pansy." He chuckled as he returned the mini-computer to his inner pocket. Placing his gaze back onto Mirai, his smirk changed to a frown as it suddenly occurred that he's have to carry him back to the house so nobody would get pissed off at him. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he bent down and lifted Mirai onto his shoulder, his head hanging in the back and proceeded to walk back to the house, a short chipper tune running through his head.
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Ace pitched Mirai onto the couch, ignoring him for the time being and heading for the kitchen.
"So.... who's winning?" Teri asked idly without looking up from her newspaper.
"Me" Ace replied, digging into the fridge and pulling out a jug of milk. Pulling the cap off, he sniffed at the white contents, his cat-like ears twitching with curiosity. Shrugging, Ace lifted to his lips and began to chug down the cow-juice.
"Never changed..." Teri said under her breath, resting her head in her upturned hand.
"What was that?" Ace asked, wiping his lips.
"Nothing."
Ace shrugged again, putting the milk back into the fridge and he went over to the stove, where a plate of sausages and a few hotcakes lay, just barely warm.
"These fresh?" Ace questioned, jabbing a finger at a sausage, which rolled away in protest.
"Yup, Chiriko made them, you know how he doesn't really like cereal that much." Teri replied, flipping the pages of her newspaper. Ace smirked and forked up a few pieces of each and microwaving them. Once done, Ace sat himself down at the table and began to munch on them calmly.
"Pass the syrup?" Ace asked, pointing his fork at the bottle. Teri looked up from her newspaper and over to the syrup. It was a closer to the half reploid than to the Saiya-elf.
"Get it yourself loser." She replied, returning to her reading. Ace frowned and grabbed the bottle, proceeding to pour it onto his cakes. A weak groan was heard from the living room as Teri turned and saw Mirai sitting up, holding the back of his neck gingerly. His view switched to the two people sitting at the table at least twenty feet away. He focused on Ace as a cold glare had settled.
He pulled himself up off the couch, still testing his neck as he went into the kitchen.
"Hey... cool spar Ace" Mirai said with a fake smile. Ace smiled in return.
"No problem, anytime." Ace turned back to his food, preparing to push another piece of sausage into his mouth. Suddenly a sharp blow to the back of his head sent his face whamming into his plate. Teri only looked up slightly when she heard the small squish sounds, a familiar muffled curse and a snicker or two. Ace pulled his face out of his syrup smashed hot cakes and glared at Mirai, who was leaning on the counter, trying his hardest to keep laughs from exploding in violent bursts from his mouth.
"Ummm... Ace?"
Ace looked to Teri, who put her paper to the side for a moment. "You have something... right here..." She scratched the area between her upper lip and nose. Ace raised his hand to his nose and felt the cold metal protruding from his nostrils. His eyes widened as he seized the metal and slowly pulled it out, wincing at the pain. Once it was out, Ace found that it was his fork, the piece of sausage that was on it a moment ago, gone. He plugged his left nostril and blew harshly. Suddenly, the small chunk of sausage shot from his nasal cavity and bounced off his plate, finally rolling to a stop at Teri's elbow. Teri looked at it before sticking out her tongue in disgust. She flicked the bit away effortlessly.
Ace glared at Mirai, who was by now, using all his available strength to keep himself from falling on the floor and laughing his guts out. Ace, who was by now completely unaware of the small stream of blood slipping from his nose, gripped the fork in his hand severely, until it began to twist and bend. With a sharp pang, the fork broke and the two pieces scattered across the floor.
"Ace-kun... before you leave... you are cleaning every bit of mess you've made in here." Teri declared, flipping another page of the newspaper. "And Mirai, BEFORE you pass out, apologize to Ace."
Mirai wiped a few tears from his eyes as he gained control of himself once more. He chuckled a few times, on the verge of loosing it again. "Aright, aright.... Gomen Ace-kun"
Ace rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure, wimp." Ace stood, after he found that his hot cakes were completely un-edible now. He placed it into the sink, and left the room, seeking the shower.
"Hey, you're um.. kinda... dirty..."
"Shut the fuck up."
Keeren stepped into the room, snickering and cackling, GT-Trunks following behind. Teri set her newspaper flat on the table before suddenly breaking into a loud fit of laughter, her head laying on the table, the only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the floor.
"I am NOT going to ask what that was about." Keeren stated, chuckling. She sat down at the table where Ace was previously and pushed his plate to the side. GT-Trunks when to the cupboard and pulled down a bowl, searching for his cereal.
"Guess what!" Teri said lively, pulling her head up and looking at her friend.
"What?"
"Today's a SPECIAL day!!"
"Yeah, we kind of already figured that out, stoopid."
"No-no-no-no-no!" Teri shook her head. "Today is the great prince of Greenwood's birthday!!"
"Leggie's?"
"Yep yep!"
A wide grin spread across both of the women's faces, just before they raised their arms to the sky and shrieking:
"PARTY!!!!"
Keeren calmed first before bringing up a topic.
"Being that he is a 1000 plus year old elf, a party might not get him as cheery as they do for humans."
"True, but, he isn't in Middle Earth anymore. Plus, I'M here."
Keeren arched an eyebrow.
"Ohh yeah... you two ARE trying to get to third base aren't you?"
Keeren was received a quick smack against her forehead, which sent her chair skidding backwards a foot or two. She whined and rubbed her her head, where a large hand shaped mark was beginning dwell.
"Aie... Teri..." She frowned . "Bitch."
"It's YOUR fault." Teri objected.
"How is it MY fault?!"
"Third base? Is that what you call it??"
"So you ARE getting there."
"It's MY personal business and YOU needa stay OUT of it!"
"Whatever."
Keeren sighed, her Saiya-jin hunger taking over.
"Hey Trunks-kun." Both looked up. "I mean, GT. Can you pour me a bowl of cereal?? Pleeeeaaaassssseee???"
GT smiled and nodded, reaching for another bowl. Keeren turned back to the Saiya-elf who was beginning to read her newspaper again.
"So.. what did you get him?"
"I made him a spriffy picture." Teri said with a grin. "Last time a did something like this I was a senior at SASA."
"Really now?"
"Uh-huh. I have it stashed away." Her eyes went to the others. "I'm not saying where so that nobody will try to see it.
Keeren shrugged. "By the way, how old IS Legolas?"
Teri shrugged in return. "He told me that Dolhawlion was a thousand years younger than him, and Dol said that he was 561, so I guess he's 1561"
"Sounds reasonable enough."
"yup!" Teri stood and walked to the doorway of the kitchen-dining room and waved to her friend. "I'm going to the store to get a few more materials so I can finish the gift. Ja ne Keeren-chan!"
********************* To Be Continued.....
I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.
This is a re-written version of the original version I wrote in the summer of 2002, it sucked royal ass, so I'm re-writing it! Enjoy! *********************
Missy grinned as she tossed the orange capsule down onto the ground and after a brief explosion of dust, there lay her pride and joy. A large japanese style motorcycle with orange and black trim. There were two seats on it, for in case she wanted to share a ride with someone of if she ever had kids, they could take a date on it. The healer tossed her turquoise shock of hair over her shoulder and looked at Tasuki, who sat on the ground, watching the bike carefully.
"C'mon Genrou." Missy said with smirk. "It's not going to bite you. Only I do."
Tasuki frowned at this, standing. "I'm pretty damn sure it's not going to bite me. I'm afraid I'll fall off it."
"You can hold onto me."
"I know that, but look at it! It's half th' size of a horse, has wheels and makes more noise than a wheat mill."
"Are you quite finished?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Tasuki folded his arms. "I dun feel safe on it."
"Poor baby." Missy frowned, tracing an invisible tear on her cheek as she mounted the bike. "Are ya comin' or not?"
Tasuki shrugged and looked up to the sky, as if saying 'why me?' and got onto the bike, wrapping his muscular arms around the Saiya-jin woman's waist. Missy giggled slightly as he touched her ticklish spot. She jerked her elbow back in a motion to say 'knock it off', and started the engine. The bike roared to life, the body vibrating with the turning of pistons and the turning of gears. With a quick rev of the engine at the flick of her wrist, Missy kicked the kick stand away from the ground and pushed away from the resting position as the pair of pyros rode off down the rough country road.
*********************
Ace backed into a thicket, his thick sword parrying off strike after strike from the lavender haired Saiya-man. Sweat beaded on his forehead and added to the morning dew as he swung his blade underhand to attack. Mirai jumped back, the incisiveness of the blade inches from his flesh. His fury built inside as he raced forward, and drove his fist forward in attack. Ace grunted as and Saiya-man's fist dug into his spleen. While Mirai was occupied Ace swung his sword over his own head while slashing at Mirai's.
Mirai ducked and rammed his sword forwards at Ace's armored legs, hoping to take out some circuitry. Ace's sword dove down and knocked the Z-sword from Mirai's loose grip. Mirai gasped mildly and pulled back as Ace's fist slammed down into the ground where he previously was. Ace looked up at him and grinned as he 'slid' forward in a reploid style. Mirai prepared to impede an attack but much to his surprise Ace went behind him and heaved his sword into spinal cord in such a way the Saiya-man toppled to the ground, unconscious.
Ace looked down at his fallen comrade with a grin spreading on his face. He reached under his cloak and pulled a palm pilot out. He accessed a small list of information and used the pen to press the 'add' button.
"That's twenty-eight for me and twenty-six for the pansy." He chuckled as he returned the mini-computer to his inner pocket. Placing his gaze back onto Mirai, his smirk changed to a frown as it suddenly occurred that he's have to carry him back to the house so nobody would get pissed off at him. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he bent down and lifted Mirai onto his shoulder, his head hanging in the back and proceeded to walk back to the house, a short chipper tune running through his head.
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Ace pitched Mirai onto the couch, ignoring him for the time being and heading for the kitchen.
"So.... who's winning?" Teri asked idly without looking up from her newspaper.
"Me" Ace replied, digging into the fridge and pulling out a jug of milk. Pulling the cap off, he sniffed at the white contents, his cat-like ears twitching with curiosity. Shrugging, Ace lifted to his lips and began to chug down the cow-juice.
"Never changed..." Teri said under her breath, resting her head in her upturned hand.
"What was that?" Ace asked, wiping his lips.
"Nothing."
Ace shrugged again, putting the milk back into the fridge and he went over to the stove, where a plate of sausages and a few hotcakes lay, just barely warm.
"These fresh?" Ace questioned, jabbing a finger at a sausage, which rolled away in protest.
"Yup, Chiriko made them, you know how he doesn't really like cereal that much." Teri replied, flipping the pages of her newspaper. Ace smirked and forked up a few pieces of each and microwaving them. Once done, Ace sat himself down at the table and began to munch on them calmly.
"Pass the syrup?" Ace asked, pointing his fork at the bottle. Teri looked up from her newspaper and over to the syrup. It was a closer to the half reploid than to the Saiya-elf.
"Get it yourself loser." She replied, returning to her reading. Ace frowned and grabbed the bottle, proceeding to pour it onto his cakes. A weak groan was heard from the living room as Teri turned and saw Mirai sitting up, holding the back of his neck gingerly. His view switched to the two people sitting at the table at least twenty feet away. He focused on Ace as a cold glare had settled.
He pulled himself up off the couch, still testing his neck as he went into the kitchen.
"Hey... cool spar Ace" Mirai said with a fake smile. Ace smiled in return.
"No problem, anytime." Ace turned back to his food, preparing to push another piece of sausage into his mouth. Suddenly a sharp blow to the back of his head sent his face whamming into his plate. Teri only looked up slightly when she heard the small squish sounds, a familiar muffled curse and a snicker or two. Ace pulled his face out of his syrup smashed hot cakes and glared at Mirai, who was leaning on the counter, trying his hardest to keep laughs from exploding in violent bursts from his mouth.
"Ummm... Ace?"
Ace looked to Teri, who put her paper to the side for a moment. "You have something... right here..." She scratched the area between her upper lip and nose. Ace raised his hand to his nose and felt the cold metal protruding from his nostrils. His eyes widened as he seized the metal and slowly pulled it out, wincing at the pain. Once it was out, Ace found that it was his fork, the piece of sausage that was on it a moment ago, gone. He plugged his left nostril and blew harshly. Suddenly, the small chunk of sausage shot from his nasal cavity and bounced off his plate, finally rolling to a stop at Teri's elbow. Teri looked at it before sticking out her tongue in disgust. She flicked the bit away effortlessly.
Ace glared at Mirai, who was by now, using all his available strength to keep himself from falling on the floor and laughing his guts out. Ace, who was by now completely unaware of the small stream of blood slipping from his nose, gripped the fork in his hand severely, until it began to twist and bend. With a sharp pang, the fork broke and the two pieces scattered across the floor.
"Ace-kun... before you leave... you are cleaning every bit of mess you've made in here." Teri declared, flipping another page of the newspaper. "And Mirai, BEFORE you pass out, apologize to Ace."
Mirai wiped a few tears from his eyes as he gained control of himself once more. He chuckled a few times, on the verge of loosing it again. "Aright, aright.... Gomen Ace-kun"
Ace rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure, wimp." Ace stood, after he found that his hot cakes were completely un-edible now. He placed it into the sink, and left the room, seeking the shower.
"Hey, you're um.. kinda... dirty..."
"Shut the fuck up."
Keeren stepped into the room, snickering and cackling, GT-Trunks following behind. Teri set her newspaper flat on the table before suddenly breaking into a loud fit of laughter, her head laying on the table, the only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the floor.
"I am NOT going to ask what that was about." Keeren stated, chuckling. She sat down at the table where Ace was previously and pushed his plate to the side. GT-Trunks when to the cupboard and pulled down a bowl, searching for his cereal.
"Guess what!" Teri said lively, pulling her head up and looking at her friend.
"What?"
"Today's a SPECIAL day!!"
"Yeah, we kind of already figured that out, stoopid."
"No-no-no-no-no!" Teri shook her head. "Today is the great prince of Greenwood's birthday!!"
"Leggie's?"
"Yep yep!"
A wide grin spread across both of the women's faces, just before they raised their arms to the sky and shrieking:
"PARTY!!!!"
Keeren calmed first before bringing up a topic.
"Being that he is a 1000 plus year old elf, a party might not get him as cheery as they do for humans."
"True, but, he isn't in Middle Earth anymore. Plus, I'M here."
Keeren arched an eyebrow.
"Ohh yeah... you two ARE trying to get to third base aren't you?"
Keeren was received a quick smack against her forehead, which sent her chair skidding backwards a foot or two. She whined and rubbed her her head, where a large hand shaped mark was beginning dwell.
"Aie... Teri..." She frowned . "Bitch."
"It's YOUR fault." Teri objected.
"How is it MY fault?!"
"Third base? Is that what you call it??"
"So you ARE getting there."
"It's MY personal business and YOU needa stay OUT of it!"
"Whatever."
Keeren sighed, her Saiya-jin hunger taking over.
"Hey Trunks-kun." Both looked up. "I mean, GT. Can you pour me a bowl of cereal?? Pleeeeaaaassssseee???"
GT smiled and nodded, reaching for another bowl. Keeren turned back to the Saiya-elf who was beginning to read her newspaper again.
"So.. what did you get him?"
"I made him a spriffy picture." Teri said with a grin. "Last time a did something like this I was a senior at SASA."
"Really now?"
"Uh-huh. I have it stashed away." Her eyes went to the others. "I'm not saying where so that nobody will try to see it.
Keeren shrugged. "By the way, how old IS Legolas?"
Teri shrugged in return. "He told me that Dolhawlion was a thousand years younger than him, and Dol said that he was 561, so I guess he's 1561"
"Sounds reasonable enough."
"yup!" Teri stood and walked to the doorway of the kitchen-dining room and waved to her friend. "I'm going to the store to get a few more materials so I can finish the gift. Ja ne Keeren-chan!"
********************* To Be Continued.....