claimer of dis-

Chibi desktop kitsune- Al dosen't own love hina.

on opposite day that would mean i would say he does.

unless it's opposite day and someone told me it was opposite day in which case i would think they were telling the opposite and that it wasn't and that it was a nomral day where i would say, "Al dosen't own love hina."

Al-sigh, can't you do anything easily?

CK- nope.

Haitani, shiri and sarah were sitting at a hard metal table in the dineing hall/game room of bob's medium security prison, one of the few where the females and the males were allowed interaction, mainly because the few girls who got in there could fend for themselves.

They watched as a tall bald guy with studs all over his face and a green mohawk got onto stage and introduced himself as Nigal.

"good evening, 'ow are all ya jailbirdies tonight?"

The prisoners responded in a creepy unison, "very well Nigal, thank you."

"Right den, time for the second half of our Karoke night, and i say we here a little number from our new comers."

He smiles at Haitani, Shiri and Sarah, they shudder from the creepy grin.

"n..no really, we couldn't we're very shy." Haitani muttered.

"y...yeah, shy." shiri squeeked in a voice that said he had noticed how angry everyone looked.

"no no me duckies, you don't git it, you've gotta sing, whoever get's the lowest rank from our scoreing machine here becomes the...um...let's say special friend for the week, and that means your everyone's special friend, starting with our winner from last week, big fat baby eating bubba jones." Nigal pointed at a very attractive female who haitani would have purposely lost to meet.

"Yo." Bubba responded in a voice that was so low it would shake the walls when it sang.

"ehhh." the three looked very nervous as the prisoners chuckled.

"huddle!" Sarah barked as she and the boy's went into a football huddle.

"Ok first off i'd like to remind you, that THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Sarah screamed at haitani as she slapped him inbetween each word.

"Ow, ow, hey, stop that!" he rubbed his sore face.

"shiri man, got any plans?" he asked as the smaller boy grined sheepishly.

"well uh...no."

"what do you mean? your the smart one!" haitani demanded.

"sorry guys," shiri sweatdropped. "but i don't have any idea what to do, best we can is sing and hope kitsune and Al get here before anything happens."

"That's not a plan! that's a hope!" sarah moaned as she peaked out of the huddle at the large scary men who had been eyeing her throughout the night, she had a really bad feeling about this.

"Alright, we'll go rock paper scissors to see who goes first, odd man or girl out goes first." Haitani said as the others nodded.

One...two...three..shoot!

meanwhile somewhere outside of hinata hot springs...

Kitsune Kicked Al's vespa for about the sixth time in under a minute.

"You lousy hunk of junk!" she continued to kick the vehical until her toe hurt at which point she started to search for a stich to beat it with.

Al's corpse twitched back to life after watching his life flash before his eyes.

I never should have written Don't stop the carnival, that is just a bad fic, i should finish it and try to make it better." he muttered as he lay flat on his back, stareing up at the stars.

Cue flashback

(chibi Kitsune turns on cheesy flashback effects)

Al sped down the highway on the vespa, Kitsune clinging to his back, the saddlebag of the vespa filled with the bale money that haitani, shiri and sarah needed, in quarters.

"these heavy bags are makeing it hard to turn so lean with me ok Kitsune?" Al yelled over the noise of the engine and the busy highway.

Kitsune yelled back in agreement and all would have been fine, if not for one dozy trucker.

Kitsune saw him first, asleep at the wheel, the driver of the monsterous 18 wheeler in the next lane, slowly swerveing twords them.

"ALEX!" she screamed, but the noise of the cars around them and the vespa's engine drown her out.

she screamed his name again and again but he couldn't hear her, so she tapped him on the arm and he yelled back what she supposed was "yeah?"

she pointed as the truck was practaclly ontop of them, Alex yelled, Kitsune screamed and the vespa took a sharp right and barely missed becomeing a fords hood ornament.

Al struggled to regain control as the vespa swerved wildly over the pavement, the heavy bag's of change must be throwning us off balance! his panic filled mind yelled.

the last thing either of them remember is hitting a ditch off the side of the road, then black.

(back to normal time)

Alex lay still, letting the powers of the roach that seemed to stop himself and keitaro from ever dieing took over, healing the broken bones, though not numbing the pain.

Kitsune walked over to his limp form.

"are you alive yet?" she asked pokeing him with a stick.

"almost, why?"

"well uh, the bag's of change got launched from the bike."

"where?"

"a pound about twenty feet from the vespa."

"oh for the love of..."

at that moment back at the prison...

Haitani stood on stage,belting out strong the final line of his song, It's five-o-clock somewhere, by alan jackson and jimmy buffet.

(author's note, normally i'd put the entire version of a song in here, but i am lazy today)

"It's five a clock somewhere!"

The crowd of prisoners boos, purposely trying to lower haitani score.

"Hey!" he yells over the crowd, but they remain loud and moblike.

Sarah turns to Shiri as they take cover behind a table.

"so you know any good rock?

A/N- well that was a fun little ficlet, i dunno when the next chapter will be but i'll try to get it up soon.

Chibi Kitsune- as always, R&R or suffer the wrath of vanessa.

Girl named vanessa- grr baby.