Chh-kaaa! I ISH BACK!

((dun-dun-dun-da))

Yes...NEW CHAPPIE FOR MY RANDOMNESS! I had a neat little random thingy that was bouncing around the dustbunny-ridden cavity known as my head, but I lost it, being the forgetful and easily-distracted one I am...I swear, I could rule the world if I weren't so easily distracted by shiny objects and Bishie boys...

Speaking of Bishies...GENJO SANZO! ((passes out)) He is, by far, the sexiest bishonen I've EVER seen! I was taking an anime personality test, and I turned up as him ((Asshole, Born Leader, Good With Guns)), and seeing his sexy pic, I did a Google search for "Sanzo", and I nearly freakin' died...ohmygodohmygodohmygod if you wanna see him, do a Google search for Sanzo, and you'll see... and THEN, I was taking a "Who Is Your Anime Boyfriend" quiz, and GUESS WHO IT WAS!

IT WAS SANZO! ((GAH!> )) I literally almost died!

((cough)) Okies, then, back to meh story...oh, and I'll do some shameless plugging...because I need a bit of help. I'm writing a mild-to-extremely-graphic yaoi thing, a sort of love/lust chain between the top men of Trigun...and I need a name. I have this as a description-thingy: Legato loves Midvalley. Midvalley loves Wolfwood. Wolfwood loves Vash. Vash loves Knives. Knives "loves" Legato. Sooo, my dear readers...help me think of a name.

Oh, read and review, pwetty pweese?
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The night was pitch black outside, but was occasionally lit up with a brilliant streak of lightning. Thunder rumbled dangerously in the heavens above, and rain pelted everything beneath.

The room, lit with a number of candles that lined the room, was heavy and silent with ominous tension. A small group sat around in a circle, six full bottles of alcohol at the center.

"Okay, then, rules are, no asking the person who just asked you, no changing your mind after making a decision of truth or dare, and you either do the truth or dare, or drink, no exceptions." The words came from a voice belonging to one teenage male with pale-blond hair and cold blue eyes, his voice fully serious.

This was a life-or-death game of Truth, Dare, or Drink.

"I'll go first," he continued.

"Awww, that's not fair, Knives!" someone whined; golden-blond hair and aqua-green eyes flashed from a teen in the shadows.

"Shut up, Vash, it's fair," Knives replied haughtily. "I am the oldest one here."

"Still, I'm second oldest-" Vash continued, but Knives cut him off.

"Truth or Dare?"

Vash pouted for a moment, before muttering, "Dare."

Knives' grin was evil. "Kill the closest human to you."

Vash's eyes widened, but a sharp voice to his immediate left snapped, "No, Knives!" This belonged to a raven-haired, stormy-grey-eyed, small-bodied girl. "No killing!"

"That's not in the rules," Knives answered, a tantrum-face coming over him.

"That's because you made the rules," Meryl said sharply, crossing her arms. "No killing."

"Fine, then!" Knives growled, pouting himself. Then he smiled. "Kick the closest human to you!"

"Knives!"

"Oh, fine!" the flustered teen snapped, crossing his own arms angrily. "I dare you to run into a wall!"

Vash shrugged, got up, and ran at a wall. Just before hitting it, he stopped. "Oh, that's gonna hurt."

"Wussy!" a blue-haired, golden-eyed teen said in an emotionless, toneless, yet somehow condescending and disgusted voice. Vash stuck his tongue out, came back, swung up a bottle of alcohol, and took a long chug.

"Now you, Legato," he said, in hurt tones, to the empty-eyed teen. "Truth, Dare, or Drink?"

"Dare."

"I dare you-" Vash looked around frantically, then pointed towards one sax-toting teen next to Legato. "To kiss him. Midvalley."

Legato looked blankly at the Hornfreak, who stared back at him, blushing but quiet, then the psychic shook his head, and grabbed the proffered liquor bottle. When he finished with his swift sip, he scanned the room with the single revealed eye. It fell on one of the three females in the room, who stared back at him with her own one eye.

"Dominique," he said.

"Truth," she answered.

"How did you lose your eye?"

She grinned lopsidedly. "It got stabbed out with a fork." There were some wincings in the room, but Knives giggled psychotically. Dominique surveyed the room, and then she turned to Midvalley.

"Hornfreak," she nodded to him.

"Er-truth."

"Are you gay?"

There was a profound silence, as everyone silently leaned in with curiosity to hear the answer. The Hornfreak reddened rather quickly now, then he reached for the bottle. Everyone groaned loudly.

After he had his swig, Midvalley said, "Okay...Wolfwood."

"Dare," Wolfwood said quickly.

"I dare you to kiss M-" (Unconsciously everyone leaned in to hear who this person would be; due to the fact that this is a written story, and you as the reader can read what they say, which they cannot, they were not aware this 'm' was capitalized, so their eyes were rather tightly locked on the suspicious Hornfreak)-"Milly."

"Okay!" Wolfwood said delightedly, and leaned over to the big girl sitting at his side. They locked lips rather surprisingly (Nobody ever guessed that Milly could kiss like that) and after about five or six minutes, after some complaining from the others, they parted. Both looked cozily satisfied.

"Big girl," Wolfwood said. She smiled at him.

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss me again," he said. She grinned, and there was five more minutes of tongue-tied, full-mouth, and very roaming-hand kissing, then they parted with an audible plunger suction noise.

Milly dabbed at her lips and turned her steady gaze on Knives. "Mr. Knives."

Knives, who had felt much-abandoned during this round do to the absence of the questions being directed at him, was eager for a drink, and instead of answering he swept up a new bottle and started chugging.

When he was finished, he grinned, then looked at Legato. "You."

"Truth," Legato said evenly.

"What is your life-long dream?"

A light redness spread over his cheeks, much to everyone's surprise, before he murmered something inaudible.

"Oh, don't give me the old 'to serve you' speech, Bluesummers," Knives sneered. "Be honest."

"My life-long dream," Legato said, then took a breath. "I've always wanted to be a transvestite housewife."
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Haha...I know, some dude/dudette out there is gonna get pissed off at me for this one with Legato, but...it's still funny!

A classic one: "Always wear clean underwear, because you never know when you're going to get hit by a bus!"

Luff me,
-Wolf

((Sanzo...))
((-Drools and pants heavily at the same time-))
((I'd bet he'd be a nice fu- I mean...er...a good lover...probably a tiger in bed...tee-hee, my fantasies...))