Office Hours
By: KimMi
Chapter 3
Protecting Pussycat
KimMi: You win, you win pyromaniac911/Firefly. Fluff, lots of angst, then more and more fluffiness. Is the world happy yet?
Terriermon: Aww, momentai already.
KimMi: AUGHHH!!!!!!!! * falls outta her chair* Where did you come from?!
Terriermon: * giggles * You're really easy to scare, ya know that?
KimMi: Answer the question!
Terriermon: Some dude named Striker told me to come meet one of the authoresses that keeps putting my tamer with Ryo.
KimMi: Don't you like my Jenryos?
Terriermon: Not when I'm not in them! You should write a fic, staring me, of course! I could play matchmaker and put the two together.
KimMi: Maybe. Let my work on my future lemon/leesuke/lucato
Terriermon: And of course I'm not in it. By the way, what's a lucato?
KimMi: Lucemon and Takato being wuvy-dovey! And you are in it.
Terriermon: I am?
KimMi: Yep. You get terorized by TK and burried in the sand.
Terriermon: You're a freak.
KimMi: Disclaimer bunny.
Terriermon: Why should I?
KimMi: You shall become tribute to the bikini god.
Terriermon: So? It can't be any worse then Princess Pretty Pants.
KimMi: But my dear digi, it IS the Princess Pretty Pants treatment, except you use a neon pink bikini instead of a dress and tie your subject to the light pole outside in the middle of the night-
Terriermon: NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * screams while KimMi laughs evily *
Chaud: Let's play tribute to the bikini god Pussycat. I'll be the bikini god and you can be tribute.
Kitty Lan: Do I get chocolate?
Chaud: * not thinking of last chapter * I'm sure we can find something to do involving chocolate-
KimMi: NO! This is an angst and fluff ficcy! No citrus of any kind allowed!
Kitty Lan: * whines * But Kim-Mi. I'll get chocolate for it.
Chaud: That kissing scene last chapter was citrus.
Terriermon: As you can tell, this authoress does not own Megaman. Never has, never will. In fact, this fic is a sad attempt to waste brain cells and energy while she's half asleep and to play make believe-
KimMi: STOP!!!
Terriermon: * giggles * Read and review people and she might just put in another chapter.
Lan let out another loud sigh from his position on the floor.
Chaud rolled his eyes. Damn his boyfriend's short attention span.
"Cha-ud!"
"What Pussycat?"
"I'm bor-ed!"
"Then find something to amuse yourself with."
"But he's busy working instead of paying attention to me." Lan whined.
"Talk to your navi."
"But he's talking with Protoman!"
"Is something wrong with that?"
"No." Lan sat up. "I just don't want to interrupt him in."
"Don't know what to tell you then Pussycat."
"Tell me you're done with work and we can go out."
Chaud turned his chair to look down at the Nekion. Damn it. Who dared give him those huge chocolate eyes that no one could say no to? It was bad enough he had to work, his Pussycat didn't need to remind him that he'd rather be doing about anything else.
There was a beep and Protoman's face appeared on the screen. "Chaud, your father is coming."
Said vice president paled greatly. His father HATED Nekions with a passion, especially his Nekion. If his father came here, it wasn't going to be good.
Lan tilted his head to the side. "Chaud? Is something wrong?"
Before Chaud could answer, the door was opened. A man looking similar to Chaud entered, a look of disgust on his face.
"What did I tell you about letting your pet come to work with you, Chaud?"
Lan backed away so his back was pressed against his lover's legs. He didn't like Chaud's dad.
Placing his hand on the Nekion's shoulder, Chaud glared at his father. "Lan isn't a pet. He's my boyfriend."
The man snorted. "How can you call such an inferior creature your..." he paused as if the next word burned him, "boyfriend?"
His gaze turned to Lan. The Nekion shook slightly as ice blue eyes stared into his. Why did he hate him so much? What did he do?
"You little vermin." the growl was low and dangerous. "What makes you think you're good enough?"
Lan whimpered and Chaud pulled him atop his cammo clad legs. The smaller boy immediately responded by burring his face in the human's shoulder.
The younger business man glared at his father. "Why don't you just leave?"
"I want that filthy animal out of my building now Son."
"Fine." Chaud jacked out the navis and pocketed the PETs. Lifting Lan, Chaud exited the building, not looking back.
His father was surely yelling commands and threats by now, but Chaud paid them no attention. All he was worried about was getting his lover away from his evil father.
Terriermon: * blinks in an utter stupor * How the heck do you get such a angsty chapter when I'm the muse? I just don't see how evil homicidal daddy brings one of the most mind rotting fluff fests ever and I, the great amusing one brings undeniable angst. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!
KimMi: Big word...
Terriermon: What?
KimMi: You said undeniable. That's a big word. * giggles * BIG word.
Terriermon: * sweat drop * HENRY! SAVE ME FROM THE EVIL AUTHORESS THAT'S IDIOTIC!!
KimMi: Momentai! ^-^
Terriermon: No! You can't say my word! Momentai is now forever tainted! I can never use it again!
KimMi: Momentai.
Terriermon: AUGHHH!!!! HENRY SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * runs out of the room *
KimMi: Terriermon! You forgot your plushie! ... Oh well. I'll keep it! ^-^
Striker: Review for the first authoress to turn Terriermon off to the word momentai.
Chaud: * huggeling Kitty Lan * Why did you do that to my Pussycat? Now I have to kill my father. * hugs Kitty Lan tighter *
Kitty Lan: * whimper * Chaud. * cries *
KimMi: Blame Terriermon! HE was the muse. No. Better yet, blame Striker. He's the one who hired Terriermon.
Striker: What? What did I do?!
KimMi: Not be my muse. Now I shall write a lemon fic between you and Numberman.
Striker: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KimMi: * laughs evily *
Chaud: Review so KimMi will write more fics were my Pussycat is happy.
Kitty Lan: * peeks out with big teary eyes * Bye-byes. * sniff * =;~;=
Chaud: How could you say no to that?
By: KimMi
Chapter 3
Protecting Pussycat
KimMi: You win, you win pyromaniac911/Firefly. Fluff, lots of angst, then more and more fluffiness. Is the world happy yet?
Terriermon: Aww, momentai already.
KimMi: AUGHHH!!!!!!!! * falls outta her chair* Where did you come from?!
Terriermon: * giggles * You're really easy to scare, ya know that?
KimMi: Answer the question!
Terriermon: Some dude named Striker told me to come meet one of the authoresses that keeps putting my tamer with Ryo.
KimMi: Don't you like my Jenryos?
Terriermon: Not when I'm not in them! You should write a fic, staring me, of course! I could play matchmaker and put the two together.
KimMi: Maybe. Let my work on my future lemon/leesuke/lucato
Terriermon: And of course I'm not in it. By the way, what's a lucato?
KimMi: Lucemon and Takato being wuvy-dovey! And you are in it.
Terriermon: I am?
KimMi: Yep. You get terorized by TK and burried in the sand.
Terriermon: You're a freak.
KimMi: Disclaimer bunny.
Terriermon: Why should I?
KimMi: You shall become tribute to the bikini god.
Terriermon: So? It can't be any worse then Princess Pretty Pants.
KimMi: But my dear digi, it IS the Princess Pretty Pants treatment, except you use a neon pink bikini instead of a dress and tie your subject to the light pole outside in the middle of the night-
Terriermon: NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * screams while KimMi laughs evily *
Chaud: Let's play tribute to the bikini god Pussycat. I'll be the bikini god and you can be tribute.
Kitty Lan: Do I get chocolate?
Chaud: * not thinking of last chapter * I'm sure we can find something to do involving chocolate-
KimMi: NO! This is an angst and fluff ficcy! No citrus of any kind allowed!
Kitty Lan: * whines * But Kim-Mi. I'll get chocolate for it.
Chaud: That kissing scene last chapter was citrus.
Terriermon: As you can tell, this authoress does not own Megaman. Never has, never will. In fact, this fic is a sad attempt to waste brain cells and energy while she's half asleep and to play make believe-
KimMi: STOP!!!
Terriermon: * giggles * Read and review people and she might just put in another chapter.
Lan let out another loud sigh from his position on the floor.
Chaud rolled his eyes. Damn his boyfriend's short attention span.
"Cha-ud!"
"What Pussycat?"
"I'm bor-ed!"
"Then find something to amuse yourself with."
"But he's busy working instead of paying attention to me." Lan whined.
"Talk to your navi."
"But he's talking with Protoman!"
"Is something wrong with that?"
"No." Lan sat up. "I just don't want to interrupt him in."
"Don't know what to tell you then Pussycat."
"Tell me you're done with work and we can go out."
Chaud turned his chair to look down at the Nekion. Damn it. Who dared give him those huge chocolate eyes that no one could say no to? It was bad enough he had to work, his Pussycat didn't need to remind him that he'd rather be doing about anything else.
There was a beep and Protoman's face appeared on the screen. "Chaud, your father is coming."
Said vice president paled greatly. His father HATED Nekions with a passion, especially his Nekion. If his father came here, it wasn't going to be good.
Lan tilted his head to the side. "Chaud? Is something wrong?"
Before Chaud could answer, the door was opened. A man looking similar to Chaud entered, a look of disgust on his face.
"What did I tell you about letting your pet come to work with you, Chaud?"
Lan backed away so his back was pressed against his lover's legs. He didn't like Chaud's dad.
Placing his hand on the Nekion's shoulder, Chaud glared at his father. "Lan isn't a pet. He's my boyfriend."
The man snorted. "How can you call such an inferior creature your..." he paused as if the next word burned him, "boyfriend?"
His gaze turned to Lan. The Nekion shook slightly as ice blue eyes stared into his. Why did he hate him so much? What did he do?
"You little vermin." the growl was low and dangerous. "What makes you think you're good enough?"
Lan whimpered and Chaud pulled him atop his cammo clad legs. The smaller boy immediately responded by burring his face in the human's shoulder.
The younger business man glared at his father. "Why don't you just leave?"
"I want that filthy animal out of my building now Son."
"Fine." Chaud jacked out the navis and pocketed the PETs. Lifting Lan, Chaud exited the building, not looking back.
His father was surely yelling commands and threats by now, but Chaud paid them no attention. All he was worried about was getting his lover away from his evil father.
Terriermon: * blinks in an utter stupor * How the heck do you get such a angsty chapter when I'm the muse? I just don't see how evil homicidal daddy brings one of the most mind rotting fluff fests ever and I, the great amusing one brings undeniable angst. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!
KimMi: Big word...
Terriermon: What?
KimMi: You said undeniable. That's a big word. * giggles * BIG word.
Terriermon: * sweat drop * HENRY! SAVE ME FROM THE EVIL AUTHORESS THAT'S IDIOTIC!!
KimMi: Momentai! ^-^
Terriermon: No! You can't say my word! Momentai is now forever tainted! I can never use it again!
KimMi: Momentai.
Terriermon: AUGHHH!!!! HENRY SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * runs out of the room *
KimMi: Terriermon! You forgot your plushie! ... Oh well. I'll keep it! ^-^
Striker: Review for the first authoress to turn Terriermon off to the word momentai.
Chaud: * huggeling Kitty Lan * Why did you do that to my Pussycat? Now I have to kill my father. * hugs Kitty Lan tighter *
Kitty Lan: * whimper * Chaud. * cries *
KimMi: Blame Terriermon! HE was the muse. No. Better yet, blame Striker. He's the one who hired Terriermon.
Striker: What? What did I do?!
KimMi: Not be my muse. Now I shall write a lemon fic between you and Numberman.
Striker: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KimMi: * laughs evily *
Chaud: Review so KimMi will write more fics were my Pussycat is happy.
Kitty Lan: * peeks out with big teary eyes * Bye-byes. * sniff * =;~;=
Chaud: How could you say no to that?