Yzak and the Round Epitomies of Annoyance

a/n: If you are a fan of Haros, you might want to reconsider reading this and go get some mental help.

I wrote this fanfic after drinking two large glasses of Pepsi, and while eating ginger snaps. LONG LIVE THE SUGAR HIGHS! ;;

Rated T for occaisonal language.

Yzak sat in his room, swatting away that dammned pink Haro that always managed to get into his room for the umpteenth time that minute. He had been trying to read the online newspaper and enjoy a cup of coffee, but nooo. The pink epitome of annoyance had changed all that. Now, he was teetering dangerously between beating the crap out of all things round and mechanical; namely Haros, and completely obliterating all things round and mechanical; namely Haros, while writing a list of reasons why he should destroy them all, just to have something to shove in the face of the human pink epitome of annoyance, Lacus.

Umpteen reasons why Haros should be wiped clean off the face of this universe

1. All they ever say is "Haro! Haro!"

2. In the rare occaison that they don't call out their names, they repeat everything they say twice

3. They bounce around too much.

4. They're too cheerful

5. What word has one 'A', two 'N's, an 'O', a 'Y', an 'I', another 'N' and a 'G'

The list went on and on. However, he did not carry out his plans to rid the world of these ghastly beings... That was, until Mr. Annoying-pink-thing began bouncing around like a kangaroo on crack, while yelling as loud as it could...

"HARO! HARO! bounce bounce HARO! HARO"

... And knocked over the glass of water Yzak had on his table, spilling it on both his list and his pants. That was when he snapped. Well, okay, his eye twitched, a vein ticked in his forehead, then, cursed madly and then he snapped. Still cursing, he grabbed the Haro and slammed it against the wall.

"Ha... ro..."

He then grabbed a screwdriver, a C4 charge, a few wires, a welding torch and put on a dry pair of pants, while chuckling maniacaly.

Meanwhile...

Lacus Clyne walked down the halls of the Vesalius, trying to find the source of all the crashes, bangs, and curses, and the location of her dear Mr. Pink.

"Mr. Pink!" She called with her high pitched voice, that I can only compare to someone on helium. "Come out, come out where ever you are! You win!"

Yzak's slid open, and the room's occupant came out, holding the pink Haro.

"Looking for this?" Yzak asked, trying to keep his face as straight as possible.

"Oh, yes! Thank you, Mr. Jule." Lacus smiled. "Now have you seen Mr. Green, Mr. Orange, Mr. Purple, Mr. Red, Mr. Blue..."

Two hours later...

"Mr. Magenta, Mr. Rainbow, Mr. Gold, Mr. Silver, Mr. Transparent, Mr. Flame pattern, Mr. Disco ball, Mr..."

"ALRIGHT! I GET IT!" Yelled Yzak, causing Lacus to break out of her state of naming every Haro she owned. "I haven't seen any of your damn Haros, okay!"

"Okay... I'll keep looking." Lacus smiled and resumed her search for the Haros.

Yzak sneered. "Now I know what I'm looking for..." He pressed the button on a switch and snickered as a loud blast rang through the hallway, followed by charred bits of Haro and Lacus' subsequent scream. One down, umpteen to go.

A/N: Dun. Dun. Duuuuuuuuun! Cliffhanger! Sort of. See what happens next! Will it be Mr. Green, or Mr. Blue? Mr. Orange, or Mr. Flame pattern? Mr. Transparent or Mr. Disco ball? Mr...

Yzak: OKAY! Enough with the Haro names!

Me: Yeesh, someone woke up on the wrong side bed...

Yzak: glares