Nateku: Hiya, hiya, hiya!!! Sadly, none of these animes are mine *sobs*
Beckira: If they did it would mean the apocalypse is coming. Yay
apocalypse! ; )
Nateku: Yeah, anyway, let the games begin!!!
*trumpets blare*
Beckira: Oh, and just so you know, the characters are pretty much every one
from Rurouni Kenshin, Trigun, Yu Yu Hakusho, DBZ, Yu-Gi-Oh, Naruto, Shaman
King, and, well, that's it! : )
The mansion lies quiet but all that will change. Beckira is river-dancing, again. Conaku is still frantically picking out what to wear for the party. Nateku was sitting on the couch watching the big screen TV. It was rented especially for the party. That and the mansion, the furniture, and well, pretty much everything else.
The giant grandfather clock read 3:30 p.m. "The party's just 30 more minutes away" Nateku said to no one in particular. Conaku then redoubled his efforts to pick his clothes. Beckira just nodded, finished her dance and calmly went off to get ready for the party. "Well I suppose I should get ready too" sighed Nateku as he flipped off the football game.
5 minutes left and every one, even Conaku was dressed for the party. Beckira was wearing a dress, even though she hates them to hell. Along with earrings, high heel shoes, and make up, she put on her best appearance for "Vashie-poo". "Mmmm, Vash." She then began to drool like Homer. "But that little tramp Meryl might get in the way of my Vashie" she then began to plot Meryls demise by either trapping her in a giant turkey or clobbering her to Timbuktu.
Conaku had finally dressed himself in a snazzy tuxedo he got from Sue Bob's Tuxedo Rental. Well, then again, he had to be ready to win the heart of Keiko. "Crap on Yusuke, crap on Yusuke" he muttered, almost like it was a curse.
Nateku wore his best pair of khakis, a nice button up shirt, you know, the kind with like four buttons at the top. And his formal sneakers (if such a thing exists.) For Nateku wasn't going after any one in particular. Probably just whichever hot babe came along.
The snacks, decorations and every thing else ready, the clock tolled out four times. A knock on the door. "I'll get it" Beckira then proceeded to river dance over to the door. The second she opened it, every single guest stampeded in, walking all over Beckira like a doormat. Nateku walked over to flip on the music (System of a Down of course) and the party really got underway.
Nateku: There'll be a chapter two, but only if I get good reviews. Beckira: This is his first fic so no flames. Nateku: Thanks for reminding every one *smacks Beckira over head* Beckira: *hisses and fades into the shadows.
The mansion lies quiet but all that will change. Beckira is river-dancing, again. Conaku is still frantically picking out what to wear for the party. Nateku was sitting on the couch watching the big screen TV. It was rented especially for the party. That and the mansion, the furniture, and well, pretty much everything else.
The giant grandfather clock read 3:30 p.m. "The party's just 30 more minutes away" Nateku said to no one in particular. Conaku then redoubled his efforts to pick his clothes. Beckira just nodded, finished her dance and calmly went off to get ready for the party. "Well I suppose I should get ready too" sighed Nateku as he flipped off the football game.
5 minutes left and every one, even Conaku was dressed for the party. Beckira was wearing a dress, even though she hates them to hell. Along with earrings, high heel shoes, and make up, she put on her best appearance for "Vashie-poo". "Mmmm, Vash." She then began to drool like Homer. "But that little tramp Meryl might get in the way of my Vashie" she then began to plot Meryls demise by either trapping her in a giant turkey or clobbering her to Timbuktu.
Conaku had finally dressed himself in a snazzy tuxedo he got from Sue Bob's Tuxedo Rental. Well, then again, he had to be ready to win the heart of Keiko. "Crap on Yusuke, crap on Yusuke" he muttered, almost like it was a curse.
Nateku wore his best pair of khakis, a nice button up shirt, you know, the kind with like four buttons at the top. And his formal sneakers (if such a thing exists.) For Nateku wasn't going after any one in particular. Probably just whichever hot babe came along.
The snacks, decorations and every thing else ready, the clock tolled out four times. A knock on the door. "I'll get it" Beckira then proceeded to river dance over to the door. The second she opened it, every single guest stampeded in, walking all over Beckira like a doormat. Nateku walked over to flip on the music (System of a Down of course) and the party really got underway.
Nateku: There'll be a chapter two, but only if I get good reviews. Beckira: This is his first fic so no flames. Nateku: Thanks for reminding every one *smacks Beckira over head* Beckira: *hisses and fades into the shadows.
