Death Glare

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, at times I'm really pushing it
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, 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 appears smiling before everyone. Hello, today we're going to find out about the most talked about subject in the world. Death Glares! Who's got them and who can use them.
With a wave of his hand, the dark background he was standing against lit up and revealed a wrestling ring surrounded by thousands of screaming fans.
A microphone is magically lowered from the ceiling into Omi's waiting hands. Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to Death Glare! He pauses for the crowd to quiet down but we all know announcers do that for effect. Today we bring you, two of the worlds best Death Glarer's. In this corner we have playboy Yoji Kodou, with his manager Ken. Weighing in at 157 lbs, this player spends most his time with the ladies but practices 6 hours a day.
A random fan girl flashes Yoji but is blocked out thanks to OMWOS's PG rating.
And in this corner we have the silent but deadly Aya Fujimiya. Weighing in at 165 lbs, this glaring machine say's glaring comes naturally to him.
Gentlemen are you ready, Omi asked dramatically but didn't wait for an answer. On your marks get set Glare!

*Commercial Break*



We know bring you back to our show. Aya and Yoji continue their battle of glaring after 3 and 1/2 hours. So far it's been a tie between these two but wait a minute It cant be. Oh no! Aya has pulled a double glare on Yoji, can he withstand it.
Yoji began to sweat and he pulled at the collar of his shirt, while Aya calmly turned on the Glare. A audible crack was heard as Yoji's sunglasses shattered under the amount of glaring.
Screaming, Yoji collapsed to his knee's covering his face. No more, I give up.
A bell dinged and Omi walked up onto the stage. We have a winner! Give it up for Aya! He grabs Aya's arm and holds it above his head, which is a feat unto its own, seeing that Omi is shorter then Aya. The crowd goes wild.
You call yourself a glarer. How pathetic, why don't you try glaring at somebody who knows what they're doing, a single nasal toned voice called above the crowd, which immediately went into a hushed silence.
Who said that, Omi asked, shading his eyes from the bright lights. Show yourself.
A brown haired boy pushed himself through the crowd and jumped up onto the stage. His cobalt eyes indifferent as he smirked. My name is Heero Yuy, it's a pleasure.
Oh shit, Aya mumbled under his breath.


*Beams* Well, whatcha think. I think you should review. And I think you should go get some candy and an ice tea. And I also think you should tell your friends about this crazy authoress.