Dragonball M and M
Chapter 5
By Chestnut Wind. ^_^
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The wind whipping by in great gusts was making both the girl's eyes water, but their 'rides' could care less. The fact of the matter was that they were going FAST, and the two to beat the other two would be highly favored in the eyes of... uh... of... themselves!
So they were reaching speeds that could hardly be dubbed possible.
"I wonder if we've broken the sound barrier yet?!" Screamed Molly, her face bright red from the wind.
Megan glanced evilly at her friend and stuck her tongue out, instantly regretting it.
*Gack, dry tongue!* Drawing it back into her mouth, she settled for snuggling further against Piccolo blissfully.
"GO TRUNKS!"
"GO PICCOLO!"
Despite the height they were at, the half-saiyan and namek were turning the ground upside down underneath their speeding bodies. Trees uprooted, their green, leafy branches now suddenly being on the bottom, and... was that Goku's house, flying through the air, with the greatest of ease? With Chi-chi banging on the windows while telling Gohan to keep studying?
Nah.
In a cheesy reenactment of Wizard of Oz, cows flew past in the air. (...I'm getting a little out of hand, now.)
Well, slash that. They were just black and white birds.
Four pairs of eyes all seemed to spot the meadow at the same time, the green, glistening grass waving in the slight breeze. Both Piccolo and Trunks put on an extra burst of speed, their cargo hanging on for dear life... but still, they were a little nuts.
Molly's fist was clutching Trunk's jacket, but she was screaming energetic, incoherent things to the sky while shaking her other fist.
And the slightly less violent Megan just told Piccolo is a slightly more quiet voice to beat Trunks and Molly, or else the two would never let them forget it!
At the moment, it looked like the green bean and his arm attachment were going to win, but with an explosion of speed that Trunks didn't even know he had, he pulled ahead by the slightest smidget.
Both started diving headlong towards the ground, but at the last second Trunks pulled up and did a flip, touching his toe to the ground in a triumphant manner.
Piccolo had to put on the breaks, giving Megan a jolt, who was glaring at Trunks and Molly.
"That flip was all that saved you!! We'll win next time!"
Ignoring her, Molly squeezed Trunks so tight he thought he would pop and his stuffing would go everywhere.
"WHOO HOO! WE WON TRUNKS!! WE WOOOOON!!!!"
It seemed he had been turned to stone, as he stood there, being assaulted by his newly acquired student. His arms and legs were immobile, and his eyes weren't even blinking.
*Pre...tty...*
Being completely ignorant to Trunk's sudden stillness, the blonde pulled away from him and did a 'victory dance', very unlike her 'kangaroo'. This time...
"Come on everyone!! Do the STORK!"
Smacking her forehead, Megan regretfully slid from Piccolo's arms, two pink spots standing out on pale cheeks, a cheeky grin on her visage.
"Eh, well....!"
*Pre...tty...* Still staring into space, Trunks was oblivious to Molly hopping around on one leg and flapping her arms, golden waves of hair flying around as she did so.
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Megan pulled matters into her own hands.
"Hey... what about gis?"
"Oh, yeah, gis!" The other girl stopped her 'dancing' (Thank Kami), and padded over to stand by Trunks, only now noticing his state.
She waved a hand in front of his face, poked at his cheek, then...
Grabbed his arm and bit it!
Well, she herself didn't bite it. A nice little lizard with teeth did her bidding. How she communicated with the evil little thing is still a mystery to mankind.
"EYOUCH!" Was the er... warcry emitted from the purple haired half saiyan as he jumped out of his stupor, shaking his arm while grasping the elbow with his other hand. "Pain! Painpainpainpain!"
With a mysterious grin, Molly slid away from him. "Oh, calm down, it was only a little lizard!"
"A-HEM!" Megan coughed, causing Molly and Piccolo to turn gazes 'pon her, and Trunks to stop his mad hopping and realize it didn't hurt that badly. "Gis?"
Wordlessly, the tall Namek who bears the name of an instrument placed a green hand on top of the brunette's head, grinning crookedly at her and showing his larger canines. It was all the teen could do to stop from swooning, but being as she was the more... sensible one, she resisted the urge and kept down the starry eyes. Her jeans and baggy t-shirt
slowly changed into an outfit... just like Piccolo's.
There was no turban, of course, and the gi was a dark green with a
lighter green waist wrap, instead of purple and red. She had wrist bands of the same lighter green, and shoes like Piccolo's.
At first, she stared blankly at Piccolo, then down at her clothes, a delighted grin slooowly creeping to her enchanting face. "Aaah! So cool! Thank you Piccolo-sensei!" She bowed to him, the grin now plastered to her face.
Molly snorted. "I'll go get the bleach now."
Still grinning, Meggy turned to look at her, blinking in confusion. "Whatever for?"
"To remove that silly expression off your face." She blandly replied.
"Oh, you're so funny." Rolling her eyes, she turned back to face her teacher, auburn hair wisping around her face.
"Er.... what about me, Trunks?" Molly dismissed her best friend with a shrug, turning her now, huge, watery puppy eyes to the object of her affections.
"Weeell...." Not surprisingly, Trunks legs were starting to feel like jello, and a bead of nervous sweat rolled down his face.
"Uhm.... here!" Seemingly from nowhere, he conjured garments from behind his back, and handed them over to the girl.
With a squeal of delight, she snatched them up and studied them.
"Hmmm... turn around!"
Trunks stared at her, confused.
"I have to CHANGE!" She offered in a way of explanation, prancing her way behind a rock.
"....OH!" Another drop of sweat came down Trunk's head as he turned around, whistling nervously.
"I'm siiinging in the rain, what a wonderful feeling I'm HAAAPPY again...."
His 'song' was a bit off of key, and Piccolo rubbed his tender ears.
"Don't quit your day job."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trunks shot a dirty look at Piccolo, but forgot his annoyance as Molly came out from behind the rock, high stepping and giggling.
"I feel like a princess! Geez, my karate gi isn't this cool!" Turning around, she looked down at herself curiously. Her undershirt was a dark violet, and the over gi was a rich, royal blue, with the tie around her waist and her wristbands being the same as her undershirt.
Her shoes were like Trunks, soft and padded, but they were a gentle sky blue, almost faded to white.
"Wow..." Trunks just kind of stared, and Piccolo smirked as he read the boy's thoughts.
"Oh... no... two hyper active people... aaiiii!" Megan left her thought unfinished, in words at least, but Piccolo heard the rest in her mind and his smirk grew wider.
"Indeed, indeed..."
"Huh?" Mop-head and Blondie turned to stare at the sensei and pupil, boggled.
"Oh, nothing to concern yourself with...." Megan replied mysteriously, cracking her knuckles.
Molly shot another evil eye.
"I suppose I'll never know. No one likes me anymore!"
Then came the fake bawling.
"Oh, no, please, Molly, don't cry!" Trunks warily set his hand on the girl's shoulder, looking at her sympathetically. "They're just teasing, that's all!"
"Oh. Okay!" And as soon as the waterworks had started, they stopped.
"...Right. Well then, girls, I think it's time to teach you two to fly." Piccolo commented quietly.
Molly brightened, but Megan's face paled considerably.
"Don't drop me! Please dooon't drop me! Nooo!"
"I won't drop you..."
"Promise?" Her face lit into about a thousand cute little looks that were all aimed at Piccolo.
"...Yeah. I promise." Ugh. Piccolo was getting soft! Not that Megan minded or anything... wait a minute, how could he go soft that fast?
One of the many questions left unanswered... maybe he's a softie at heart? Ranting stops now.
"Yay! You're so nice!" The typical happy eyes started as Meggy jumped a few times and clapped her hands together, her auburn hair waving a bit. But Piccolo's attention wasn't on her, it was on Trunks and Molly...
"Pleeeeease no! Don't!" The honey blonde's arms were wrapped around Trunks legs and she was in a fetal position, whimpering pathetically. "I don't want to almost get squished like Meggy!"
"Aaaah!! GET IT OFF!!!" The ever so loved and clung to half saiyan shook his leg like the girl was a parasite, which she probably was at the moment. Maybe she'd sprout fangs and sink them into his skin!
That'd be cool.
"I won't let go until you promise!"
"Didn't Megan and Piccolo just go through this? Gerrof! Now!"
"I won't! I won't won't won't!"
*Not only beautiful, but stubborn... where did THAT thought come from?* "For crying out loud, I won't, now let go, you're cutting off my circulation!"
"Okay!" Simple as that. Now don't you wish you would've done that earlier, Trunks? Of course, he can't hear the rants of the author, but still...
"Eh, well then...." He rolled his eyes at Molly, just because, and offered a small, shy smile. "I guess it's time to teach you how to fly. There should be a power core deep down inside of you... so reach for that, and try to draw the tendrils into your very being. That's also how you get most ki attacks to work, too."
As Trunks said this, Megan looked to Piccolo, questions in her eyes. The namek nodded, and she and Molly set to work mastering the art of... whatever it was.
The Z team, I suppose.
We now break for more randomness.
I think Akira Toriyama has a really strange sense of humor. I mean, why name Trunks, Trunks?! My love is not underwear!! He is a wonderful bishounen whom I can call my own and... ~babbles for hours, somehow dodging all the random objects thrown at her, until a grandfather clock tossed by Kittioto hits her head~ ...yeah, and then, Pan? Bread? Kakkarott, Carrot, Vegeta, Vegetable... and what's the bit with Chichi meaning breasts?! The ever thoughtfulness of my mind cannot grasp... well, hey, it's cool though! I'll shut up now....
Back to the odd writing of Chestnut Wind.
Five minutes later, Molly was floating about 10 feet above the ground, ki radiating from her every inch. Her eyes were still closed, her arms still crossed, all she could concentrate on was the absolute need to stay in the air and not hit the ground... It wasn't the best situation, being as she was a little spooky of heights, but she hadn't been scared in Trunks arms, why be scared now? First one eye cracked open, then the other, and she took in the world in all it's splendor, from the air.
"Trunks, look, I'm floating! I'm flying! I'm really doing it!"
The sing-song voice broke Megan's concentration, and she turned her head upwards to gaze upon her best friend, a smile gracing her features.
"Go Molly!"
Trunks took up the cry, clapping and grinning in pride. "You've really picked it up fast! I'm proud of you!"
And even Piccolo added his own commentary grunt.
Megan, now that she had seen the all powerful and great, beautiful, perfect...
Okay I'm stopping that now...
Anyways, now that Megan had seen Molly fly, she was even more determined to learn and achieve it, here, right now.
So with a burst of power come from depths in her that she didn't know were there, she gathered her ki and tried.
At first all that happened was a small, feeble light coming from her skin, pale and radiating. Then her hair started to wave about, as if she were underwater, the auburn waves whisping every which way
and escaping the confines of her ponytail.
Piccolo was the first to notice, and he watched quietly, an uncustomary spark of fondness tightening his chest and leaving him something to ponder in the darkness of the night.
The power was beautiful, a dazzling array of colors playing through her very being, illuminating the area and shining off her hair and eyes, which were open.
The depths they were at that minute were haunting, and as she slowly stood, she looked like something from a dream. One foot left the ground, then the other, and with ease she was floating on a cushion of air, slowly rising above the world.
By then Molly and Trunks had noted her, and they were watching, necks craned back and eyes wide in wonderment at the display her power was putting on.
She looked like some unearthly creature, an alien being, of unmatchable beauty.
And unknown to Piccolo, that's what caught his heart for the years to come.
He was proud, yes, and for that slight while she was beaming down at him the shield in his eyes cracked, the obsidian depths grinning up at her.
It was a single gaze shared between the two, that shared secrets and hopes for friendship, maybe more.
But that in itself is a story waiting to unfold.
::Receiving...
Formatting...
Computing...::
//Here come the rants\\
Oi, I realize this chapter is so unbearably short! And I realize again that I took forever to get it out... guh... but with all the stress of moving (Oh joy, Idaho, here I come, farewell sweet Alaska), goodbyes, shipping my horses out, and school, I've hardly had time to breathe. In fact, half the time I forget to, and I've been looking rather blue faced lately. ^_x;;
Not to mention chibi-me got jealous of my muse and netted and bagged her, and I think she's trembling somewhere in the depths of my scary, dark mind...
Somehow I unearthed a little piece of her wing, so I was able to finish this chapter.
Yes, my muse is a faerie.
No, she doesn't give autographs. ^_^
I'm going to be without computer access for... I dunno, anywhere from two weeks to a month, so she can take a little longer of a rest. I'll try to fish her out while we're on the road (I don't see why we can't fly... @_@), or receive a ransom note from chibi-me or one of the other people that live in my head.
I've been missing the companionship of my writing, and this actually felt really good to finish up.
Best luck to Kittioto for the next chapter, and let's hope her muse doesn't suffer the same fate as mine!
I love you all, and thank you for all your support, and this is only our fifth short little chapter. I wish I could switch off this sarcastic writing style, because it completely clashes with Kittioto's way, but whenever I read the old chapters for reference I seem to come back to it... this story is what I reserve that style for, and it's rather sad. But oh well, you guys seem to like it... not to mention I am heavily megatokyo influenced... @_@
And oi, someday this will be a doujinshi! Someday... ~misty eyes~
//End of rant\\
::Deleting....
Shutting down...
Goodbye...::
~-=*=-~
Chapter 5
By Chestnut Wind. ^_^
~-=*=-~
The wind whipping by in great gusts was making both the girl's eyes water, but their 'rides' could care less. The fact of the matter was that they were going FAST, and the two to beat the other two would be highly favored in the eyes of... uh... of... themselves!
So they were reaching speeds that could hardly be dubbed possible.
"I wonder if we've broken the sound barrier yet?!" Screamed Molly, her face bright red from the wind.
Megan glanced evilly at her friend and stuck her tongue out, instantly regretting it.
*Gack, dry tongue!* Drawing it back into her mouth, she settled for snuggling further against Piccolo blissfully.
"GO TRUNKS!"
"GO PICCOLO!"
Despite the height they were at, the half-saiyan and namek were turning the ground upside down underneath their speeding bodies. Trees uprooted, their green, leafy branches now suddenly being on the bottom, and... was that Goku's house, flying through the air, with the greatest of ease? With Chi-chi banging on the windows while telling Gohan to keep studying?
Nah.
In a cheesy reenactment of Wizard of Oz, cows flew past in the air. (...I'm getting a little out of hand, now.)
Well, slash that. They were just black and white birds.
Four pairs of eyes all seemed to spot the meadow at the same time, the green, glistening grass waving in the slight breeze. Both Piccolo and Trunks put on an extra burst of speed, their cargo hanging on for dear life... but still, they were a little nuts.
Molly's fist was clutching Trunk's jacket, but she was screaming energetic, incoherent things to the sky while shaking her other fist.
And the slightly less violent Megan just told Piccolo is a slightly more quiet voice to beat Trunks and Molly, or else the two would never let them forget it!
At the moment, it looked like the green bean and his arm attachment were going to win, but with an explosion of speed that Trunks didn't even know he had, he pulled ahead by the slightest smidget.
Both started diving headlong towards the ground, but at the last second Trunks pulled up and did a flip, touching his toe to the ground in a triumphant manner.
Piccolo had to put on the breaks, giving Megan a jolt, who was glaring at Trunks and Molly.
"That flip was all that saved you!! We'll win next time!"
Ignoring her, Molly squeezed Trunks so tight he thought he would pop and his stuffing would go everywhere.
"WHOO HOO! WE WON TRUNKS!! WE WOOOOON!!!!"
It seemed he had been turned to stone, as he stood there, being assaulted by his newly acquired student. His arms and legs were immobile, and his eyes weren't even blinking.
*Pre...tty...*
Being completely ignorant to Trunk's sudden stillness, the blonde pulled away from him and did a 'victory dance', very unlike her 'kangaroo'. This time...
"Come on everyone!! Do the STORK!"
Smacking her forehead, Megan regretfully slid from Piccolo's arms, two pink spots standing out on pale cheeks, a cheeky grin on her visage.
"Eh, well....!"
*Pre...tty...* Still staring into space, Trunks was oblivious to Molly hopping around on one leg and flapping her arms, golden waves of hair flying around as she did so.
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Megan pulled matters into her own hands.
"Hey... what about gis?"
"Oh, yeah, gis!" The other girl stopped her 'dancing' (Thank Kami), and padded over to stand by Trunks, only now noticing his state.
She waved a hand in front of his face, poked at his cheek, then...
Grabbed his arm and bit it!
Well, she herself didn't bite it. A nice little lizard with teeth did her bidding. How she communicated with the evil little thing is still a mystery to mankind.
"EYOUCH!" Was the er... warcry emitted from the purple haired half saiyan as he jumped out of his stupor, shaking his arm while grasping the elbow with his other hand. "Pain! Painpainpainpain!"
With a mysterious grin, Molly slid away from him. "Oh, calm down, it was only a little lizard!"
"A-HEM!" Megan coughed, causing Molly and Piccolo to turn gazes 'pon her, and Trunks to stop his mad hopping and realize it didn't hurt that badly. "Gis?"
Wordlessly, the tall Namek who bears the name of an instrument placed a green hand on top of the brunette's head, grinning crookedly at her and showing his larger canines. It was all the teen could do to stop from swooning, but being as she was the more... sensible one, she resisted the urge and kept down the starry eyes. Her jeans and baggy t-shirt
slowly changed into an outfit... just like Piccolo's.
There was no turban, of course, and the gi was a dark green with a
lighter green waist wrap, instead of purple and red. She had wrist bands of the same lighter green, and shoes like Piccolo's.
At first, she stared blankly at Piccolo, then down at her clothes, a delighted grin slooowly creeping to her enchanting face. "Aaah! So cool! Thank you Piccolo-sensei!" She bowed to him, the grin now plastered to her face.
Molly snorted. "I'll go get the bleach now."
Still grinning, Meggy turned to look at her, blinking in confusion. "Whatever for?"
"To remove that silly expression off your face." She blandly replied.
"Oh, you're so funny." Rolling her eyes, she turned back to face her teacher, auburn hair wisping around her face.
"Er.... what about me, Trunks?" Molly dismissed her best friend with a shrug, turning her now, huge, watery puppy eyes to the object of her affections.
"Weeell...." Not surprisingly, Trunks legs were starting to feel like jello, and a bead of nervous sweat rolled down his face.
"Uhm.... here!" Seemingly from nowhere, he conjured garments from behind his back, and handed them over to the girl.
With a squeal of delight, she snatched them up and studied them.
"Hmmm... turn around!"
Trunks stared at her, confused.
"I have to CHANGE!" She offered in a way of explanation, prancing her way behind a rock.
"....OH!" Another drop of sweat came down Trunk's head as he turned around, whistling nervously.
"I'm siiinging in the rain, what a wonderful feeling I'm HAAAPPY again...."
His 'song' was a bit off of key, and Piccolo rubbed his tender ears.
"Don't quit your day job."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trunks shot a dirty look at Piccolo, but forgot his annoyance as Molly came out from behind the rock, high stepping and giggling.
"I feel like a princess! Geez, my karate gi isn't this cool!" Turning around, she looked down at herself curiously. Her undershirt was a dark violet, and the over gi was a rich, royal blue, with the tie around her waist and her wristbands being the same as her undershirt.
Her shoes were like Trunks, soft and padded, but they were a gentle sky blue, almost faded to white.
"Wow..." Trunks just kind of stared, and Piccolo smirked as he read the boy's thoughts.
"Oh... no... two hyper active people... aaiiii!" Megan left her thought unfinished, in words at least, but Piccolo heard the rest in her mind and his smirk grew wider.
"Indeed, indeed..."
"Huh?" Mop-head and Blondie turned to stare at the sensei and pupil, boggled.
"Oh, nothing to concern yourself with...." Megan replied mysteriously, cracking her knuckles.
Molly shot another evil eye.
"I suppose I'll never know. No one likes me anymore!"
Then came the fake bawling.
"Oh, no, please, Molly, don't cry!" Trunks warily set his hand on the girl's shoulder, looking at her sympathetically. "They're just teasing, that's all!"
"Oh. Okay!" And as soon as the waterworks had started, they stopped.
"...Right. Well then, girls, I think it's time to teach you two to fly." Piccolo commented quietly.
Molly brightened, but Megan's face paled considerably.
"Don't drop me! Please dooon't drop me! Nooo!"
"I won't drop you..."
"Promise?" Her face lit into about a thousand cute little looks that were all aimed at Piccolo.
"...Yeah. I promise." Ugh. Piccolo was getting soft! Not that Megan minded or anything... wait a minute, how could he go soft that fast?
One of the many questions left unanswered... maybe he's a softie at heart? Ranting stops now.
"Yay! You're so nice!" The typical happy eyes started as Meggy jumped a few times and clapped her hands together, her auburn hair waving a bit. But Piccolo's attention wasn't on her, it was on Trunks and Molly...
"Pleeeeease no! Don't!" The honey blonde's arms were wrapped around Trunks legs and she was in a fetal position, whimpering pathetically. "I don't want to almost get squished like Meggy!"
"Aaaah!! GET IT OFF!!!" The ever so loved and clung to half saiyan shook his leg like the girl was a parasite, which she probably was at the moment. Maybe she'd sprout fangs and sink them into his skin!
That'd be cool.
"I won't let go until you promise!"
"Didn't Megan and Piccolo just go through this? Gerrof! Now!"
"I won't! I won't won't won't!"
*Not only beautiful, but stubborn... where did THAT thought come from?* "For crying out loud, I won't, now let go, you're cutting off my circulation!"
"Okay!" Simple as that. Now don't you wish you would've done that earlier, Trunks? Of course, he can't hear the rants of the author, but still...
"Eh, well then...." He rolled his eyes at Molly, just because, and offered a small, shy smile. "I guess it's time to teach you how to fly. There should be a power core deep down inside of you... so reach for that, and try to draw the tendrils into your very being. That's also how you get most ki attacks to work, too."
As Trunks said this, Megan looked to Piccolo, questions in her eyes. The namek nodded, and she and Molly set to work mastering the art of... whatever it was.
The Z team, I suppose.
We now break for more randomness.
I think Akira Toriyama has a really strange sense of humor. I mean, why name Trunks, Trunks?! My love is not underwear!! He is a wonderful bishounen whom I can call my own and... ~babbles for hours, somehow dodging all the random objects thrown at her, until a grandfather clock tossed by Kittioto hits her head~ ...yeah, and then, Pan? Bread? Kakkarott, Carrot, Vegeta, Vegetable... and what's the bit with Chichi meaning breasts?! The ever thoughtfulness of my mind cannot grasp... well, hey, it's cool though! I'll shut up now....
Back to the odd writing of Chestnut Wind.
Five minutes later, Molly was floating about 10 feet above the ground, ki radiating from her every inch. Her eyes were still closed, her arms still crossed, all she could concentrate on was the absolute need to stay in the air and not hit the ground... It wasn't the best situation, being as she was a little spooky of heights, but she hadn't been scared in Trunks arms, why be scared now? First one eye cracked open, then the other, and she took in the world in all it's splendor, from the air.
"Trunks, look, I'm floating! I'm flying! I'm really doing it!"
The sing-song voice broke Megan's concentration, and she turned her head upwards to gaze upon her best friend, a smile gracing her features.
"Go Molly!"
Trunks took up the cry, clapping and grinning in pride. "You've really picked it up fast! I'm proud of you!"
And even Piccolo added his own commentary grunt.
Megan, now that she had seen the all powerful and great, beautiful, perfect...
Okay I'm stopping that now...
Anyways, now that Megan had seen Molly fly, she was even more determined to learn and achieve it, here, right now.
So with a burst of power come from depths in her that she didn't know were there, she gathered her ki and tried.
At first all that happened was a small, feeble light coming from her skin, pale and radiating. Then her hair started to wave about, as if she were underwater, the auburn waves whisping every which way
and escaping the confines of her ponytail.
Piccolo was the first to notice, and he watched quietly, an uncustomary spark of fondness tightening his chest and leaving him something to ponder in the darkness of the night.
The power was beautiful, a dazzling array of colors playing through her very being, illuminating the area and shining off her hair and eyes, which were open.
The depths they were at that minute were haunting, and as she slowly stood, she looked like something from a dream. One foot left the ground, then the other, and with ease she was floating on a cushion of air, slowly rising above the world.
By then Molly and Trunks had noted her, and they were watching, necks craned back and eyes wide in wonderment at the display her power was putting on.
She looked like some unearthly creature, an alien being, of unmatchable beauty.
And unknown to Piccolo, that's what caught his heart for the years to come.
He was proud, yes, and for that slight while she was beaming down at him the shield in his eyes cracked, the obsidian depths grinning up at her.
It was a single gaze shared between the two, that shared secrets and hopes for friendship, maybe more.
But that in itself is a story waiting to unfold.
::Receiving...
Formatting...
Computing...::
//Here come the rants\\
Oi, I realize this chapter is so unbearably short! And I realize again that I took forever to get it out... guh... but with all the stress of moving (Oh joy, Idaho, here I come, farewell sweet Alaska), goodbyes, shipping my horses out, and school, I've hardly had time to breathe. In fact, half the time I forget to, and I've been looking rather blue faced lately. ^_x;;
Not to mention chibi-me got jealous of my muse and netted and bagged her, and I think she's trembling somewhere in the depths of my scary, dark mind...
Somehow I unearthed a little piece of her wing, so I was able to finish this chapter.
Yes, my muse is a faerie.
No, she doesn't give autographs. ^_^
I'm going to be without computer access for... I dunno, anywhere from two weeks to a month, so she can take a little longer of a rest. I'll try to fish her out while we're on the road (I don't see why we can't fly... @_@), or receive a ransom note from chibi-me or one of the other people that live in my head.
I've been missing the companionship of my writing, and this actually felt really good to finish up.
Best luck to Kittioto for the next chapter, and let's hope her muse doesn't suffer the same fate as mine!
I love you all, and thank you for all your support, and this is only our fifth short little chapter. I wish I could switch off this sarcastic writing style, because it completely clashes with Kittioto's way, but whenever I read the old chapters for reference I seem to come back to it... this story is what I reserve that style for, and it's rather sad. But oh well, you guys seem to like it... not to mention I am heavily megatokyo influenced... @_@
And oi, someday this will be a doujinshi! Someday... ~misty eyes~
//End of rant\\
::Deleting....
Shutting down...
Goodbye...::
~-=*=-~