Lions, Tigers, and Leafe, Oh My!

Chapter 2: No More Mr. Nice Guy

by: IMBSA

IMBSA: Here's your second dose of my Pretear zaniness. looks around sinisterly

All: back away from her

Disclaimer: "Dear Mr., Miss, or Mrs. Daneeka: Words cannot express the deep personal grief I experienced when your husband, son, father or brother was killed, wounded, or reported missing in action."

Everyone who could raised their hands. Sasame's face relaxed. "All right then, it's settled. We're going camping."

"I'm bringing the food!" Hajime exclaimed, bouncing into the kitchen. Everyone sweat dropped.

After packing everything they needed, the Knights and Himeno (thankfully sans the duct tape) piled into the van. Needless to say, it was a hard fit. "I hope you know it's going to rain tonight...." Kei began, but as everyone looked at him with obviously hostile looks in their eyes at his attempt to dissuade them, he sweat dropped and meekly murmured, "Never mind...."

And thus they set off with Sasame behind the wheel. Sasame was driving because he looked and acted the most mature. More to the point, nobody trusted anyone else at the helm.

The ride to the campgrounds was uneventful (unless you count Sasame pulling over to break up Mannen and Kei in which there were many unrepeatable obscenities said on Sasame's part as an event) and everyone was cramped, moaning and complaining. After the aforementioned incident, Sasame had made everyone promise to not use their powers, something that made the younger Knights protest until Sasame threatened something that is again unrepeatable. Pointless though it would be to say this, it will be said. Sasame was annoyed and everyone else was now scared of him. It seemed that the Leafe Knight of Sound's patience wasn't as limitless as was often thought.

Everyone got out at their spot. No one at all was near them, not even within five miles. While this would be good if this were a normal fanfic on a normal group of people going on a normal camping trip written by a normal authoress, this isn't normal. All Mannen saw in the isolation was that no one would hear you scream.

They conducted a perimeter search to assess it. By the time that was done, it had started to get dark and cold. "Hayate," Sasame said, turning to the Knight of Wind. "Hayate, could you please light a fire?" Hayate started to say "no," but then remembered the other Knight's threat. It was guaranteed to give even the most fearless of men nightmares. The kind that made you all shaky and turned your skin green. The kind that traumatized you until your late adulthood. So Hayate nodded and went to get the matches.

A few seconds passed, then: "WHO USED ALL MATCHES?!?!?!" Hayate screamed as he opened the box and only saw the burnt stubs of used matches in it (A/N: Kinda like the sight in all the matchboxes in my house, tee-hee! -). Everyone stared at him. Sasame walked over, took the matchbox from him, staring into it for a moment.

Then, "Well Hayate, I guess you'll have to find two stones and strike them together." He said, nonchalantly dropping the matchbox into the fire pit, grinning care-freely back at Hayate. But Hayate wasn't fooled. He might have been the only one, but he saw the steely, slightly maniacal glint in Sasame's eyes. Chest heaving, Hayate turned around, barely subdued rage boiling up within his chest. Sasame had to have some kind of personal vendetta against him. Must have. Hayate mentally went over what he could've done, but ended up coming up with nothing. Oh, how the Fates were cruel. (A/N: holding Atrophos's shears Mwahahaha. Of course we are, Hayate. How do you think we get the killer rep?)

Sasame smiled a small and amused smirk. Of course, he knew it was going to happen, so he brought his own lighter. But he wasn't feeling very generous at the moment and kept quiet. He would be damned and his carcass fed to the Harpies before he gave his lighter to Hayate. He also knew who the culprit was. His smirk grew. This was certainly going to be a fun camping trip.

IMBSA: Ergh, I didn't even attempt to keep them in character. Hope it's ok anyways. As always, R & R!

Oh, and Doom Squirrel, ::takes out pocket chainsaw and escapes:: Never fear, I have it all typed up before hand. Aren't I smart? Also...I'm an authoress. Please, I hope I'm a girl, what with my shrine of anime bishies.