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cHrRyBlSsM: lookie, we're bak...after like fifty bajillion months. Thanx to those who have actually reviewed and kept up. cough umm, yea...
CrYsTaLsNoW: Helloness minna-san!!! Many thanx to our loyal readers and those that have actually reviewed us these past months....(cHrRyBlSsM: more like years...haha, not really)..although....only like three peeps actually reviewed us....and dat...:sniff:...hurt mah feelings!!! T.T (cHrRyBlSsM: dude, quit your moping...we're getting on w/ the story. Wus w/ this damn spacebarit'skillingme!!!)
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chap. 13 - asdfjkl;asdfjkl;asdfjkl;
Yea, here we are. We've been gone for so long that we don't even know where we left off. Umm....yea. We'll fast forward a bit.
Andsoourbraveheroesgoforthtofindtheevilwhateverwitch'scastletoretrievethebro om. (that's all fast-forwarded, so no need to figure it out)
Upon reaching the castle they find those weirdo monkey-soldier things that chant, "OOEEEEOOO, OOOOOO." Scores upon scores of flying-monkey- soldiers-that-chant-OEO's, marching in straight lines...yea...
"Well, this is all very pleasant," commented Quatre, glancing up at the gloomy clouded sky and the menacing monkey soldiers (why monkeys? You'd think that this evil witch would have a better budget.) that would probably kill them (yea right...) at a glance, and their desolate surroundings that contained no form of life except maybe some pebbles if you call that life. "Yes, very pleasant indeed."
Going on, our merry heroes trampled down the hillside/slant to face the monkeys head-on.
"We come in peace!" Brock proclaimed, holding up his stubby hand as some faint sign of this so-called "peace."
"Yes, in the name of the Winner family, I ask that you all stand aside so that we may go to the evil witch of...some stupid direction on the compass..." Unknown to Quatre, these lil' chimpanzee soldiers didn't understand English and were now thoroughly confused, glancing at one another and grunting. I guess the Flower God accidentally gave him the gift of impatience for after a few moments of strained silence, Quatre snapped and yelled,
"I SAID MOVE IT!!!!!"
With this proclamation being proclaimed, the monkeys stood still for a heartbeat before trouncing on our caught-off-guard Brock. The three-foot munchkin was easily crushed under the heavy, hairy weight of the orangatangs. (computer says that's wrong spelling, but we really have no idea how to spell orangatangs, u people can review and tell us the proper way if ya want...(not like we're gonna change it...maybe if you begged on ur knees and the whole shebang...but otherwise, probably not))
AHEM...
"Thank you," Quatre declared politely as he made his way past the struggling Brock, with Heero and Trowa looking worriedly behind them.
"Shouldn't we help him...?" Heero asked hesitantly as he caught up to Quatre.
"Naw, it's okay, he'll fend. We have to find that broom and that WITCH!" Quatre shouted enthusiastically. Apparently Quatre's all fired up for some odd reason.
----- A few hours, 5 times going in circles, 2 dead ends, Brock-all-scratched- up-looking-like-he's-going-to-murder-someone showing up again, and one booby trap later -----"I have this urge to CLEAN..." Quatre declared randomly."..."
Grabbing a broom out of nowhere, Quatre began to sweep the dusty floor of the castle, "It's so dirty...as if it were some kind of evil castle..."
"..."
"QUATRE!" Brock yelled as Heero and Trowa simply gave him blank looks, "That's the friggin' broom we've been looking for!!"
"Oh really now? And how do YOU know THAT?" Quatre countered.
Brock blandly pointed to the broom's handle, on which was inscribed the words in nice cursive letters, "Witch's Broom."
"HEY! THAT'S MY BROOM! GIVE IT BACK!"
Heero froze as he said shakily (wow), "I know that voice anywhere..."
They all spiraled around as they glanced at a very mad, overdramatic...messed- up in the head...stalker...oh look, it's Relena...
The castle went completely silent as they stared, not believing that they were actually staring at THE Relena, THE...you get it... All of the boys went stalk white (except Brock, 'cause obviously he didn't know the notorious Relena Peacecraft), and without further hesitation, screamed, (except for Trowa of course)
"....AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" and bolted out of sight, leaving poor Relena in confusion as she coughed up the dust. She blinked and turned to her fellow monkey minion and questioned,
"I wonder why they went off like that...I know! They needed to go pottie!! Geez, they must've been holding it for a very long time for them to run so fast, I hope they're okay....but I want my broom back...and I want Heero back...::sniff::"
And the minion grunted, "oldjekdkd fjfdmkfr kcnkfvnkrefjifd" (translation: "Yea, well, nature calls, when ya gotta go, her call ain't too subtle.")
Relena began to pout before realizing that this wouldn't accomplish much and was about to ran after the four boys when they bumped into her from behind.
"SHIT! This is a damn circle!" Heero cursed when he collided head-on with Relena's back.
"I'm thirsty," Quatre declared as he poured himself this random cup of milk from nowhere.
"NO TIME FOR THAT!" Heero yelled, growing impatient and frustrated (and seriously scared) as he pushed Quatre aside to make him move faster.
"AH! MY MILK!" Quatre's precious glass of milk spilled in his hands and landed on the head of the evil witch of whatever direction's (Relena's) head, provoking a terrified shriek from the pacifist...sorta. (she can't really be a pacifist now that she's an evil witch with monkey minions, rite?)
"AHHH, I'm MEEEELLLLTTTTIIIIIIIIINNNNG..."
Brock stared at the sizzling, smoking, and not to mention disintegrating Relena and commented, "I thought that only worked with water..."
"Who cares?" Heero said as he hastily picked up the broom, brushed himself off, and pushed the others out the door of this ridiculous castle.
Haha, you guys (of course) shouldn't mind if we kill off Relena. Haha...
We're going to wrap this up... TheysomehowmaketheirwaybacktothecastleandfindawaypastMaryAnnSueLooWooZooorwh ateverandsoonfindthemselvesinfrontofthegreen,glowingfaceoftheWizardofOz.
Catch all that?
Gotta make this quick.
They presented the sacred Witch's Broom to the Wizard of Oz, asking for each individual characteristic that they lacked, and of course, to go on home to where they came from.
Lucky for them, the [shower] curtain [with big pink polka dots] that concealed the tiny Wizard of Oz fell off, and revealed the three-foot Wizard (haha, Brock's height. Brock's cousin. Cool.)
And so, with his big secret revealed, the Wizard of Oz[zy Osbourne] had no choice but to give into their requests (actually, even if his secret had not been revealed, he would have had to give in anyways, otherwise Heero would blast him into oblivion).
In short, our heroes missed their balloon (because Quatre had to buy some souvenirs) and Heero, instructed to tap his red, glittery boots three times, saying, "There's no place like home," so he did so.
Heero's eyes fluttered open as he left what seemed like a deep sleep. He found everything fuzzy and hazy as he heard the muffled voices of a voice,
"Dorothy...Dorothy dear..."
"Who the hell's calling me dear...? And how dare you compare me to the girl with radar eyebrows..." Heero muttered as he opened his eyes, and had to focus before he saw the faces of Milliardo, Treize, and the real Dorothy (with the eyebrows...).
"Where'd Trowa, Quatre, and Brock go...?" Heero asked hesitantly as he sat upwards.
"Who dear?" asked Dorothy as she placed a damp cloth on his forehead. Her voice had an accented twang to it, and Heero just realized that everything was in black and white. How'd he get here?
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"Hey! It worked, we're back in the Pokemon world!" Quatre yelled as he took in his new surroundings.
Accompanied by Quatre, there was also (of course) Trowa and Brock, but it had seemed that Ash, Misty, Wufei, and Duo had appeared as well.
"How'd you guys get here?" Brock asked.
"We danno," Misty replied, "one minute we were in this farm singing Old McDonald has a farm E-I-E-I-O and then a BRIGHT LIGHT, and now we're here."
Wufei seemed in shock as he panted in what seemed like frustration, looking disbelievingly around as he took in the colorful world of Pokemon once again. Well, they were back where they started.
"HEY! WHERE'S HEE-CHAN?!" Duo screamed, looking frantically around for his now-missing lover.
"Oh...oops...we lost him..." Brock said, newly discovering the missing Heero, "our bad..."
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Heero looked up questionably at the surrounding figures and promptly said, "You know what, that's great. I'm going to go to the bathroom now." With that, our solitary hero made his way to the outhouse....(we're not sure if they had indoor plumbing) and closed the door, trying to figure out his situation and how he was going to get back to a world with actual color.
Seemingly in answer, there was this vacumm-like air current that filled the little box of an outhouse and swept Heero off of his feet into that hole in the ground....(yea, we're not going to go into details about an outhouse...) and found himself drenched head-to-toe in water and crumpled on the ground.
"HEE-CHAN!"
The color was blinding as Heero opened his eyes to find his lover hovering worriedly over him.
"Hey."
"THAT'S ALL YOU CAN SAY?!"
"Yea. I'm going to sleep now. This whole alternate universes and stuff is a bitch. Good night."
ZZZZZZZZzz...
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CrYsTaLsNoW: Wow, that was the lamest chappie yet.. you'd tink that after all this time we would've thought of something betta to write, rite??? Ah well, ish all good. O mah gosh, while we were writing this in the library in a private (2 peeps per room) study room at the adult section (we didn't want to bother anyone w/ our laughing as we were bound to do), we ran into the meanest old lady of ALLLL time!!! Urileamflsdrjflksedjfrwoieajfrnkewah dat's me venting. As usual we were giggling happily as we were writing, and this wrinkly old lady was sitting across from us. I glanced at her a few times, wondering if she minded that we were laughing and giggling so much, but she acted as if she couldn't hear us, nor that she cared as she looked stuff up on Yahoo (don't ask how I know), she was probably looking up some wrinkle care products. ANYwAY, when she was finally finished, she had the nerve to go like, (short version) "I'm sorry to say this but, this IS a study room, you're suppose to study, and there's a kid's section if you want to go joke around." Maybe ish just me, but that really ticked me, KiD's SeCtiOn!!! Pu-leeze. I had this HuGe urge to just yell, "Well, if you were really that bothered by us, than I would've expected for you to act mature about it and just tell us, that way we would've shut up, but NNOOO, you had to be all critical and mean and just plain STUUUUpid, so ish your OwN problem that you got peeved and told us AfTeRwoRds, not ours, you brought all this crap upon yourself."
cHrRyBlSsM: yea, I'll wrap this up for her, cuz she'll be going on all day. In short, this mean old (probably single) lady goes and tells on us to the librarians. And I had an urge to say, "I had a pleasant time with you too, thanks." But we didn't want to start up anything in the library, so we said nothing. All in all, that's our story. And CrYsTaLsNoW's juss venting and I'm just here trying to shorten things up. So yea, please review and we'll see you guys sometime soon. Ja ne!
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