Oh the Power of Mind Reading
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: Stupidness and cursing, that's about it.
Rated: PG
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site, as long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*NOTES* A small ficlet, hopefully more will follow
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights with Aya and Omi (Gets that far away look) *Giggles*
Omi let out a ear piercing scream and grabbed the nearest thing he could find; which was a cooking pot, and began to repeatedly bang his head with it.
Ken jumped from his seat and tore at his hair, yelling incoherent words as he began running in circles, colliding with everything.
Aya's left eyes twitched madly as he huddled in the corner of the room with his katana, whispering, I am a good assassin I am a good assassin, over and over as he rocked back and forth.
Yoji sat calmly, cigarette in hand, watching his comrades in death freak out. An image popped into his head and sighed angrily. he yelled to no one particular. Quit projecting naked images of me in everybody's mind.
By then Omi had rendered himself unconscious, Ken was bald and Aya well, lets not go there.
Yoji's left eyebrow raised slightly, Damn I'm hot.
*Giggles on sugar rush* Doyoulike. Doyoulike. Doyoulike. Huh, huh, huh!
Rae: (Dumps bucket of water over sugar crazed Goddess)
*Now a soaked Goddess giggling on a sugar rush*
Rae: I try.