I got this idea one late night and after spending too much time playing SC2 with my crazy friends Audrey and Carolyn. It's summer vacation and I'm supposed to be doing AP History homework . . . BAH! It can wait. . . This is just a "bit" of random-ness between the characters . . .
I DO NOT own Soul Calibur 2, the characters, or the weapons. Sniff. If I did, I would make Yunsung the biggest pansy ever . . . oh, wait . . . he already is. Nevermind. oO. I do not own the coconut song. I don't.
One - - - - - - - - - - HEY! HE'S GOT MY SCHWEIZER!
Raphael finally faced Nightmare and he had to ponder. Why did they have to battle each other exactly? Was it like Talim suggested, was it because they were the only two blonde male fighters in the group? Was somebody being judgmental?
Nightmare interrupted this pondering by laughing. A very creepy maniacal laugh that startled Raphael, and he stumbled backwards a little. But instead of attacking, Nightmare collapsed onto his knees.
"You're too weak for that, aren't you?" Raphael found this to be the right time to do some random twirling and jabbing of his Schweizer. Nightmare laughed again and raised his sword and eventually rising himself. He opened his mouth and Raphael waited for that fated line but . . .
Nightmare lowered his sword and darted his eyes to the ground.
"Damn! I forgot my line."
"You what!" Raphael over reacted. Nightmare stared shamefully at the Frenchman.
"I've said it so many times, I've forgotten what to say."
Raphael lowered his Schweizer and put his face in his hands. Nightmare knew this was coming and slammed Soul Edge into Raphael's side. He collapsed into the nearby wall and looked up stunned.
"You lied to me!"
"You fell for it. That's the problem." Nightmare haughtily corrected the shocked Frenchman. "I played it over and over in my head but had the feeling you'd never fall for it. I considered trashing the idea but at the last moment decided to give it a try. And it worked!" Nightmare continued on to laugh creepily again.
Now Raphael was angry. How dare that . . . that . . . well, he'd think of a good name for him later, but how dare he mock him! Raphael picked up his Schweizer again and began jabbing Nightmare in the face. Being caught off guard, Nightmare had no way of defending himself.
"I'm winning! I'm winning! Ha, ha, ha, ha! How do you like me NOW biotch!" Raphael heard himself yell and blushed slightly. He hadn't said anything like that in years!
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a strange boy with annoyingly orange hair came running by, grabbing Raphael's Schweizer in the process. Raphael had no choice but to follow it all the while screaming at the top of his lungs:
"Hey! He's got my Schweizer!"
As quickly as Yunsung had arrived, he disappeared and Raphael, unable to stop himself, fell over the edge of the stage. He grabbed onto anything to save himself and hung on tightly.
"Great. I get pranked, some kid with annoyingly orange hair stole my Schweizer, and now I'm hanging here with a strange voice repeating "you LOSE" over and over again."
Nightmare twirled Soul Edge and waited for the next Raphael to appear, proud he did nothing and his opponent died anyway. Yunsung hid, twirling Raphael's Schweizer, and laid down and began fanning himself like the pansy he is.
Raphael hung and in the loneliness, began singing the first thing that came to mind. . .
"Oh . . . I've got a lover-lee bunch o' coconuts,
here they all are standing in a row.
Big ones – small ones – some as big as yer head . . .
That was okay, right? This is the humour Fanfic I've written for a video game so I'm trying. . . I hope I'm not offending Yunsung fans at all, but that's just how I saw him the first time he laid down and began fanning himself. . .