Hey, sorry this chapter has to be uploaded on the 8th as well as Chapter 8, but its because tomorrow morning, I'm off to Minnesoat and Confusedknight is busy. Sorry about this, and sorry this chapter is a bit rushed too, because I need to sleep... I have to wake up at like 6 o clock tomorrow morning. grumble
Thanks for reading...
xx
CitrusFruit
p.s. Merry Christmas! I know I'll be having a good one!
Alanna skillfully sneaked out of a room and locked the door, with the help of her handsome husband's door, she had managed to plot this magnificent plan with Neal. Their plan? Wait and see...
Alanna was anxiously trying in vain to twist the key so that it firmly locked the door. BUT NO, it just couldn't lock! Damn thing!
Click!
"Finally!" she exclaimed in pure happiness.
She turned around and planned to walk back to her room and 'celebrate' with her husband.
"What exactly are you doing?"
She jumped around in shock. "Raoul!"
He raised an eyebrow furtively. "What exactly are you doing outside my ex-squire's room?"
"Nothing of course! I was just taking a quiet stroll... just around the palace, you know?"
"Alright, What's up? I know you're up to something." he demanded. If it's something to do about my ex-squire and my Sergeant..." he trailed off.
Alanna nodded in comprehension, leaping up and down in joy. "Do you think-"
"Of course I think so! I don't even know why you never came to me in the first place!"
Alanna, now bubbling in absolute bliss, said "You mean-"
"Of course I mean I'll help! Those two dimwits are just too polite to admit it!" He grinned. "So what do you want me to do?"
"Great! All you have to do is..." she whispered secretly, telling him of her secret master plan.
Kel just got back from her daily shukusen fan toss with Princess Shinkokami and Lady Yuki, her two good friends. She had not worn her trusty pair of new shorts because she knew that the Yamani women were not very fond of revealing themselves, and so had worn some breeches instead. She enjoyed these sessions they had, of all her friends, these were the only two who wore proper dresses and acted like real ladies.
But unfortunately, all good things had to end, and she found that after having the experience of shorts, she foud that she just wasn't content enough wearing breeches. She found so many faults with them. The breeches restricted leg movement compared to shorts, the breeches were efficient enough at cooling her down, or the breeches were just not "her".
She returned to her room, and inserted the key into the lock, click it went and she sought out her beloved pair of shorts. She sighed at th eever-growing amount of paperwork on her desk, but eventually resumed her search for the shorts.
Finally she found them, but screamed in shock. Aghast, she picked up the pair of shorts, those lovely shiny navy blue shorts, and examined them closely. Someone... someone... someone had cut them! And judging by the scissor marks on them, she had a very good idea who it was.
She was lost, torn in two. To wear her shorts, or stay in her breeches where she would be boiled to almost certain death , she thought dramatically. She struggled with herself for a few, long moments. Finally, siding with her shorts. No, not shorts, they couldn't be shorts... They were... they were... HOTPANTS!
Proud of herself for the naming of the new category of shorts, yet upset at the fact that her first pair of shorts had been ruined, she set out for her search for Alanna.
"Where are they?" Alanna exclaimed, frustrated. "Kel should be here by now, and Raoul should be here too with Dom. If Raoul forgot... I swear, I'll wring his neck!"
"Oh, Alanna! Alanna!" she heard a voice too high pitched to be a man's, call. "I know you're in there!"
"Keladry! My good friend! How are you?" Alanna answered from behind the door, in fake delight, trying to delay opening the door as much as possible.
Where is that Giantkiller and Sergeant Domitan? she growled to herself. Finally, she opened the door to see a very angry Kel wearing some very short, badly-cut shorts.
"Hello, Kel!" Alanna greeted. "What have you done to your shorts?" She attempted to make her eye grow wide in shock, but she had never been the best actress.
"I don't exactly know..." Kel began. "You know, I really liked my shorts before, but now they're 'hotpants'. I wonder who could have done this bad deed. I could almost wring the neck of the owner of this most dreaful deed."
Alanna paled.
"You know, I don't like these hotpants very much bu-" a wolf-whistle called from behind.
Perfect timing!
Oops... I wasn't meant to do that thought Dom, nervous about what had suddenly overcome him. Don't be stupid, Dom! The fact that the object of yoru affections is standingn in front of you and has very nice legs and is showing them off to the full extent...
A very angry Kel turned around an gave him a death glare, expecting him to say something to defend his case.
"Er.. sorry, I couldn't help it..." Dom stuttered. "You said.. you said.. you didn't like yoru shorts much, but I do..." he toyed nervously with his words. "You.. you.. you look really... hot."
Kel was taken aback. It had taken the hotpants to make the effect that she had been wanting for such a long time. "You.. you really think so?" Her anger abated immediately.
"Of course." Dom said, growing with confidence.
Kel's previously angry face, broke into a big smile and Alanna and Raoul who were nervously standing by the sidelines, unsure of what to do decided that they would leave.