A/N: XP, XP, XP. This has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever written. Ah well, what can I say? My friend suggested this during science class while she was chewing on a damn paperclip. I'll never figure her out. (Shrugs) I guess it kinda runs in the same vein as my fic "Squished", only the plot's different.
Speaking of "Squished" I'm thinking of returning to the AnsemxRiku fandom for a moment or two but I seem to lack ideas. Any suggestions?
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Ansem glanced up from his book and looked over at Sephiroth. He was absently staring up at the ceiling while chewing on something. Ansem frowned.
"Seph, what are you chewing on?" Ansem asked. Sephiroth blinked and looked at him. He stuck his tongue out at Ansem. Resting there was a paperclip. Ansem frowned again. "Spit that out," he said. Sephiroth's tongue disappeared back into his mouth.
"Make me," he replied, grinning devilishly. Ansem blushed.
"I think not." Ansem, still frowning, crossed his arms. "Spit it out."
"No."
Ansem glared relentlessly at Sephiroth. "You don't know where it's been." Sephiroth shrugged.
"Don't care." He returned his gaze to the ceiling. Ansem narrowed his eyes. Then he smirked. He wasn't the smartest man on Hollow Bastion for nothing.
"You know, Seph… having a paperclip in your mouth might damage something… the inside of your mouth, your teeth…" Ansem licked his lips seductively. "…Your tongue… It might make certain things rather difficult."
Sephiroth ignored him. Ansem frowned.
"Hmph… there are probably all sorts of nasty metals and such on that thing," he said. Still Sephiroth ignored him. "It can't taste very good." Ignore. "For the love of Heartless, you look like an idiot!" Sephiroth laughed slightly, yet gave no other sign he'd heard.
"More than one way to kill a Heartless!" Ansem growled.
-End bit one…-
A/N: Yep, it's short. S'posed t' be. I'm not putting much effort into this. It's just sort of a diversion from my more serious stuff, not that any of that's really serious. Anyway, I'm hoping for just five chapters, but if you give me ideas between now and the fifth chapter, it might be longer. When the supply of ideas runs dry, then I'll kill it.
