HealerAriel: Ladies and gentlemen of the Zoids Fanatic community, there is
something I have to tell you. I believe I have gotten my inspiration back!
Van: Took you long enough.
HealerAriel: ...Shut up.
Van: Well, it's true! Hell, the last chapter was pathetic! Naked Raven and Mercutio being a dumbass? Please, that is an all-time low!
Irvine: Yeah, why is Mercutio even IN the fic? He's such a useless dweeb.
HealerAriel: Mercutio is in the fic for two reasons. 1) He is based on my brother, and 2) no Zoids series should be without its village idiot, which NC0 proved so eloquently - let's have some applause for Bit, shall we?
Bit: Yeah! ...Wait....
Van&Irvine: Damn, he's stupid.
HealerAriel: Yes, he's incredibly stupid, but he's cute, so he's forgiven.
Bit: ^_^ I'm cute!
Irvine: *looking out the window* Um, this is strange... And disturbing on so many levels.
*everyone zips to the window and looks outside, where Liger Zero can be seen humping Leena's Gunsniper*
Everyone: O_O
HealerAriel: So THAT'S how we get new Zoids. I KNEW IT!
Irvine: *evil chuckle* I wonder if they got the idea from their pilots...
Bit: *BLUSH*
HealerAriel: I'd take that as a 'yes'.
Bit: WE WERE CURIOUS, OKAY?! And it seemed like a good idea at the time...
Van: Curiosity killed the moronic Zoid pilot. Especially if Leena's daddy finds out. Heh heh, you're screwed, blondie!
Bit: ...Uh oh.
HealerAriel: Oooookay, that's enough intro for today! ^_^;
..
'That girl gets more confusing with each passing second,' Raven grumbled inwardly. Her reaction earlier had been completely unexpected. Somehow, he hadn't imagined her as the type to blush and apologize after seeing a guy naked. Unless...
He smirked. Was it possible that she wanted him?(A/N- well, duh, Raven...) That could definitely work to his advantage... Raven mentally smacked himself for thinking like that. He was NOT going to lust after his prisoner, much less now that he knew she was in league with the Guardian Force. He wasn't an insane masochist - that was Reese's department.
Deciding not to bother with finding a clean shirt, he went into the kitchen in only a pair of pants (A/N- Fan Service Alert!). He found Alandria obviously looking for something in a cabinet, raised arms once again causing the camisole to pull up very far. He tried to ignore it, settling instead for starting to pour himself a cup of coffee. Somehow his eyes kept darting back to the girl's slender body.
'The temptation's too great,' he admitted to himself, before giving in and tickling her exposed belly. She made a noise halfway between a yelp and a giggle, and promptly gave up her search of the cabinet to give him a murderous glare.
"Don't DO that!" she snapped, crossing her arms protectively in front of her. He smirked.
"What, you can do it to me, but I can't retaliate? That's not fair."
"Neither is sneaking up on me," she informed. Raven found himself putting one hand on her hip, and lightly tracing his fingers over her abdomen with the other. And oddly, Alandria wasn't fighting him about it, other than fidgeting a little. In fact, she looked like she enjoyed it.
"I bet you're ticklish, aren't you?" he asked, the infamous smirk having now reached legendary proportions. Alandria cleared her throat and stared him dead in the eye.
"I'm not telling you," she declared.
"And why not?"
"Oh, right, and give you a possible weapon over me? I'm not that stupid."
"No? I guess I'll have to find out for myself, then" he said, gently poking her belly button. She yelped again, and slapped him, blushing furiously.
"Bastard!" she spat. Raven laughed, despite the fact that that had been one damn hard slap. Not only had that reaction been priceless, but he was also pretty sure that - taking into consideration her current facial coloration - she'd actually liked it a lot.
'Wonder where else she's sensitive,' he thought, now particularly interested in finding all of her other places. He quickly berated himself for thinking such a thing, and realized that he still had a hold of her. And he found that he really wasn't all that keen on letting her go. 'Damn, she's soft...'
"You could get your hands off me any time now," she growled, bringing him back to reality. Raven mentally kicked himself (A/N- he seems to be doing that a lot lately, doesn't he?), put on his usual blank face, and released her.
"Whatever," he replied coldly. Alandria returned to her previous chore of preparing breakfast, shooting glares at him every now and then as he sat at the table, drinking his coffee.
"You know," she said finally, "for someone who doesn't like me, Mighty Raven, you certainly touch me a lot."
"I never said I didn't like you," Raven informed, his smirk returning as he came to stand beside her. "I just said I wanted to kill you. There's a difference," he finished, forgetting all about self-control and patting her backside.
A moment later Raven's lip was bleeding again, courtesy of Alandria's fist.
'I think I might have deserved that.'
(A/N- Damn, it's fun to write Raven with an inner pervert...)
***
'Vengeance is sweet,' Van thought to himself, after he'd finished his project. He'd remembered recently that he'd promised Mercutio and Irvine revenge for stealing his towel the other day, and had decided upon a way to enact this lovely payback.
The studly Lieutenant stood back and admired his work. Yes, this was a thing of beauty. Mercutio's Liger now had pink and purple spots, and "YOU SUCK" written in huge letters on the windshield. But the true work of art was Irvine's Lightening Saix: the poor, unsuspecting Zoid was decorated with the phrase "IRVINE IS A DICKHEAD" at several different locations, and as the finishing touch he had drawn a huge penis on the windshield, with an Irvine stick-figure attached at the shoulders (A/N- get it, visual depiction of a dickhead!).
"Ah, I am a genius," Van said smugly, doing a little victory dance out of the hangar. Irvine and Mercutio would be checking up on their Zoids soon. Van chuckled evilly and continued his dance down the hall.
***
Meanwhile, in the living room, Moonbay was having a talk with Fiona. You know, THAT talk.
"Oh..." Fiona said innocently, a blush spreading across her pale cheeks. "I guess I DID do something naughty, then..."
"Ah, don't worry about it," Moonbay said reassuringly. "Irvine and I did the same thing last night." Fiona's eyes widened.
"You did?"
"Hell yeah," the elder woman replied, now wearing a big smile. "Four times."
"Oh my," Fiona giggled.
A roar of horror and rage shot through the air. Moonbay smirked.
"By the sound of it, I'd say Van handed out some revenge for that towel incident the other day," she predicted, just as the resident eyepatched honey went sprinting past the room, looking rather peeved. Which, of course, was a ferocious understatement. A few seconds later there was a high-pitched
"OH NOO!" from the general direction of the hangar, and Mercutio could be seen running past with a facial expression similar to Irvine's. Moonbay's smirk grew.
"Shall we see what they're up to, Fiona?" she suggested. The massively behootered ancient Zoidian nodded, and the two women headed out to where the guys had gone (There was lots of shouting, so they were easy to find).
"C'mon, guys, it was funny!" Van said, wearing his signature goofy smile as the other two very pissed off Zoid pilots circled him like wolves.
"No, Van, it was NOT funny," Irvine growled, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You. Have. Defiled. My. Beautiful. LIGHTENING SAIX!"
"And you made my awesome Liger look like Pansy Zoid," Mercutio chimed in. "Dude, what the hell?!"
"Hey it'll wash off," Van informed nervously, as both Irvine and Mercutio looked like they were about to start foaming at the mouth.
"That's not the point," Irvine stated. "It's the principle of the thing. Hey, punk," he snapped his fingers in Mercutio's general direction. "We have to decide on his punishment."
The violated Zoid pilots made a two-man huddle, speaking in low whispers. Van stared at them, wondering if they had truly gone insane because of his prank. If so, he was quite proud of himself. Finally, Irvine and Mercutio straightened up and eyed Van solemnly.
"The verdict is in," Irvine declared. Mercutio nodded seriously.
"Van Flyheight, you are being sentenced to shanking and a mondo- wedgie," he informed. Van started laughing, then stopped. He saw the creepy, evil grins on their faces. And he realized that they were serious.
"HOLY FUCK!" was the last thing the brave Lieutenant Flyheight said before hauling ass down the hallway, with a mercenary and a thief hot on his trail, laughing like madmen.
Van: Took you long enough.
HealerAriel: ...Shut up.
Van: Well, it's true! Hell, the last chapter was pathetic! Naked Raven and Mercutio being a dumbass? Please, that is an all-time low!
Irvine: Yeah, why is Mercutio even IN the fic? He's such a useless dweeb.
HealerAriel: Mercutio is in the fic for two reasons. 1) He is based on my brother, and 2) no Zoids series should be without its village idiot, which NC0 proved so eloquently - let's have some applause for Bit, shall we?
Bit: Yeah! ...Wait....
Van&Irvine: Damn, he's stupid.
HealerAriel: Yes, he's incredibly stupid, but he's cute, so he's forgiven.
Bit: ^_^ I'm cute!
Irvine: *looking out the window* Um, this is strange... And disturbing on so many levels.
*everyone zips to the window and looks outside, where Liger Zero can be seen humping Leena's Gunsniper*
Everyone: O_O
HealerAriel: So THAT'S how we get new Zoids. I KNEW IT!
Irvine: *evil chuckle* I wonder if they got the idea from their pilots...
Bit: *BLUSH*
HealerAriel: I'd take that as a 'yes'.
Bit: WE WERE CURIOUS, OKAY?! And it seemed like a good idea at the time...
Van: Curiosity killed the moronic Zoid pilot. Especially if Leena's daddy finds out. Heh heh, you're screwed, blondie!
Bit: ...Uh oh.
HealerAriel: Oooookay, that's enough intro for today! ^_^;
..
'That girl gets more confusing with each passing second,' Raven grumbled inwardly. Her reaction earlier had been completely unexpected. Somehow, he hadn't imagined her as the type to blush and apologize after seeing a guy naked. Unless...
He smirked. Was it possible that she wanted him?(A/N- well, duh, Raven...) That could definitely work to his advantage... Raven mentally smacked himself for thinking like that. He was NOT going to lust after his prisoner, much less now that he knew she was in league with the Guardian Force. He wasn't an insane masochist - that was Reese's department.
Deciding not to bother with finding a clean shirt, he went into the kitchen in only a pair of pants (A/N- Fan Service Alert!). He found Alandria obviously looking for something in a cabinet, raised arms once again causing the camisole to pull up very far. He tried to ignore it, settling instead for starting to pour himself a cup of coffee. Somehow his eyes kept darting back to the girl's slender body.
'The temptation's too great,' he admitted to himself, before giving in and tickling her exposed belly. She made a noise halfway between a yelp and a giggle, and promptly gave up her search of the cabinet to give him a murderous glare.
"Don't DO that!" she snapped, crossing her arms protectively in front of her. He smirked.
"What, you can do it to me, but I can't retaliate? That's not fair."
"Neither is sneaking up on me," she informed. Raven found himself putting one hand on her hip, and lightly tracing his fingers over her abdomen with the other. And oddly, Alandria wasn't fighting him about it, other than fidgeting a little. In fact, she looked like she enjoyed it.
"I bet you're ticklish, aren't you?" he asked, the infamous smirk having now reached legendary proportions. Alandria cleared her throat and stared him dead in the eye.
"I'm not telling you," she declared.
"And why not?"
"Oh, right, and give you a possible weapon over me? I'm not that stupid."
"No? I guess I'll have to find out for myself, then" he said, gently poking her belly button. She yelped again, and slapped him, blushing furiously.
"Bastard!" she spat. Raven laughed, despite the fact that that had been one damn hard slap. Not only had that reaction been priceless, but he was also pretty sure that - taking into consideration her current facial coloration - she'd actually liked it a lot.
'Wonder where else she's sensitive,' he thought, now particularly interested in finding all of her other places. He quickly berated himself for thinking such a thing, and realized that he still had a hold of her. And he found that he really wasn't all that keen on letting her go. 'Damn, she's soft...'
"You could get your hands off me any time now," she growled, bringing him back to reality. Raven mentally kicked himself (A/N- he seems to be doing that a lot lately, doesn't he?), put on his usual blank face, and released her.
"Whatever," he replied coldly. Alandria returned to her previous chore of preparing breakfast, shooting glares at him every now and then as he sat at the table, drinking his coffee.
"You know," she said finally, "for someone who doesn't like me, Mighty Raven, you certainly touch me a lot."
"I never said I didn't like you," Raven informed, his smirk returning as he came to stand beside her. "I just said I wanted to kill you. There's a difference," he finished, forgetting all about self-control and patting her backside.
A moment later Raven's lip was bleeding again, courtesy of Alandria's fist.
'I think I might have deserved that.'
(A/N- Damn, it's fun to write Raven with an inner pervert...)
***
'Vengeance is sweet,' Van thought to himself, after he'd finished his project. He'd remembered recently that he'd promised Mercutio and Irvine revenge for stealing his towel the other day, and had decided upon a way to enact this lovely payback.
The studly Lieutenant stood back and admired his work. Yes, this was a thing of beauty. Mercutio's Liger now had pink and purple spots, and "YOU SUCK" written in huge letters on the windshield. But the true work of art was Irvine's Lightening Saix: the poor, unsuspecting Zoid was decorated with the phrase "IRVINE IS A DICKHEAD" at several different locations, and as the finishing touch he had drawn a huge penis on the windshield, with an Irvine stick-figure attached at the shoulders (A/N- get it, visual depiction of a dickhead!).
"Ah, I am a genius," Van said smugly, doing a little victory dance out of the hangar. Irvine and Mercutio would be checking up on their Zoids soon. Van chuckled evilly and continued his dance down the hall.
***
Meanwhile, in the living room, Moonbay was having a talk with Fiona. You know, THAT talk.
"Oh..." Fiona said innocently, a blush spreading across her pale cheeks. "I guess I DID do something naughty, then..."
"Ah, don't worry about it," Moonbay said reassuringly. "Irvine and I did the same thing last night." Fiona's eyes widened.
"You did?"
"Hell yeah," the elder woman replied, now wearing a big smile. "Four times."
"Oh my," Fiona giggled.
A roar of horror and rage shot through the air. Moonbay smirked.
"By the sound of it, I'd say Van handed out some revenge for that towel incident the other day," she predicted, just as the resident eyepatched honey went sprinting past the room, looking rather peeved. Which, of course, was a ferocious understatement. A few seconds later there was a high-pitched
"OH NOO!" from the general direction of the hangar, and Mercutio could be seen running past with a facial expression similar to Irvine's. Moonbay's smirk grew.
"Shall we see what they're up to, Fiona?" she suggested. The massively behootered ancient Zoidian nodded, and the two women headed out to where the guys had gone (There was lots of shouting, so they were easy to find).
"C'mon, guys, it was funny!" Van said, wearing his signature goofy smile as the other two very pissed off Zoid pilots circled him like wolves.
"No, Van, it was NOT funny," Irvine growled, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You. Have. Defiled. My. Beautiful. LIGHTENING SAIX!"
"And you made my awesome Liger look like Pansy Zoid," Mercutio chimed in. "Dude, what the hell?!"
"Hey it'll wash off," Van informed nervously, as both Irvine and Mercutio looked like they were about to start foaming at the mouth.
"That's not the point," Irvine stated. "It's the principle of the thing. Hey, punk," he snapped his fingers in Mercutio's general direction. "We have to decide on his punishment."
The violated Zoid pilots made a two-man huddle, speaking in low whispers. Van stared at them, wondering if they had truly gone insane because of his prank. If so, he was quite proud of himself. Finally, Irvine and Mercutio straightened up and eyed Van solemnly.
"The verdict is in," Irvine declared. Mercutio nodded seriously.
"Van Flyheight, you are being sentenced to shanking and a mondo- wedgie," he informed. Van started laughing, then stopped. He saw the creepy, evil grins on their faces. And he realized that they were serious.
"HOLY FUCK!" was the last thing the brave Lieutenant Flyheight said before hauling ass down the hallway, with a mercenary and a thief hot on his trail, laughing like madmen.