Wonny's House of Yaoi
A Wonnykins Production
Wonny: welp, here I am! Betcha all missed me, huh? Anyways, this story will be written in alternating perspectives and/or realms, so if you're confused on who's talking or who's where, refer to the nifty page break. You will have your answers.
Also, I have taken at least eleven characters from at least six different mangas, animes, and games. Keep in mind that I DO NOT OWN the following characters:
From Pokemon:
Satoshi Ketchem (for you non-Japanesey noobs, he's Ash Ketchem)
Shigeru Ookido (Gary Oak)
From Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling:
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy
From Kingdom Hearts:
Sora
Riku
From Naruto -the anime/manga, whichever you prefer-
Naruto
Sasuke
From Ape Escape 1/2/3:
Dr. Tomoki
Kei
Jimmy
Spike
Jake
From FAKE:
Bikky
Okay, so I lied: there's more then eleven. I forgot. Just remember that I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THOSE MENTIONED ABOVE! I wish I did, but, sadly, I don't.
Now for the people that are actually my own mind's creation:
Wonnykins (That's me! )
Jowy (One of my favorite pals)
Norbert (Dragon, actually. Bow to her, for she has agreed to share her account with me. -bow-)
Zion (Little Gothic Guy I made up off the top of me own head. Has one purple eye and one yellow eye. He becomes a lover to someone in this fic/slash thing. Not telling whom. )
All Babies (Any children produced during this fic are rightfully mine, though they belong to their parents.)
Yep, that's it. No more jibber. On with my fic!
Chapter 1: You're Invited!
In the Land of Pokemon
-Centered on Ash/Satoshi-
He was lonely.
Sure, Ash had all these friends, but something seemed out of place. He just couldn't nail it down long enough to figure out what that certain something was. He fell asleep at night and had these really weird dreams about it, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember what had happened.
Having your friends nag you about how out you look isn't something that normally helps, either.
"For the last time, what's bothering you?"
The dark haired fourteen-year-old looked up. He was sitting on a particularly large boulder just outside Pallet Town. He'd thought a visit home would make him see what was making him feel alone. With Misty gabbing at him the whole time, it wasn't working. His eyes met hers and Ash sighed.
"You said that last time. When are you going to quit?"
The redhead frowned. "When you decide to tell us what's eating you, that's when." She stood, eyes slits in her thin face. Her hands were poised on her now wide hips, one of which was jutted out to the side. Misty had really grown. Brock was just now noticing, and was drooling over her as much as he used to with her sisters. However, her changes just didn't have the same, seductive effect on Ash as they did on other boys. Ash just wasn't interested. This was probably why Misty was biting his head off so often.
"Look, I already told you all about a million times by now. I don't know. I'm still trying to figure that out, so would you please back off?" Ash pulled one knee to his chest, leaving the other dangling freely. "I can't hear myself think with you yelling at me, anyway. I'll know when I know, okay?"
Misty huffed. "You're so stubborn. Well then you can stew like that forever, I don't care! Sometimes I just can't stand you, Ash Ketchem!" She turned on heel and stomped off. Brock watched.
"Really, Ash, she's only trying to help, you know."
A brown haired girl and a boy with glasses and blue hair came to stand beside him. May, the girl, sat on the rock next to him. Her brother, Max, sat down in the grass.
"Yeah, I mean, you have been acting really weird, lately." Max said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
May put a hand on Ash's shoulder. "When you're ready to tell us, we'll listen. We are your friends after all." She gave him reassuring smile.
Ash smiled back. "Thanks." He looked away. Something about the word 'friend' brought back a foggy memory, but he couldn't quite remember what it was...
"Pika!"
Startled, Ash jerked his head up. His yellow, electric-type pokemon, Pikachu, was pointing and chattering at a large pair of eyes. Sparks flew from the mouse-pokemon's cheeks. Ash jumped to his feet, poised for what looked like a fight.
Everyone watched as the eyes blinked. Then, the eyes, as well as the body it belonged to, emerged from the bushes it was hiding in. Ash lowered the fist he had raised. It was a black Meowth. It was slightly larger then the average Meowth, but a Meowth, nevertheless.
It approached calmly, a letter in its teeth. Pikachu calmed. This strange cat-type pokemon seemed to have no intentions of harming anyone.
Said cat walked around everyone and bounded onto the stone Ash had been sitting on. Its tail twitched. Ash looked at all of his friends, including Misty, who was being nosy, before turning back to the mysterious letter carrier.
He reached out and took the piece of paper. The Meowth watched intently.
Ash stared at it for a moment before turning it over. "It's for me."
An odd silence fell upon them.
"Well, open it." May seemed very jumpy.
Ash unfolded the letter and read, out loud:
Ash Ketchem-
My name is Erin Elizabeth Foraker. (Don't call me that, as friends call me Wonnykins) My cat has been sent to inform you that a week from now, you are invited to join me at my home with several other guests, who's names I will not reveal. You may bring as many MATERIAL possessions as you like. Do not bring anyone else with you, as this would be rude and un-guest like.
You will remain at my home for a year. Think of it as a home away from home, if you will. I will be sure to provide you, as well as the other guests, with whatever else you may need. The house, in question, is quite large with many rooms. Some of these include a library, a lounge, a dinning room, and several others that you will see if you choose to come. There is a pool, deck, and plenty scenery out back.
I hope you will take up my offer, and that you choose to come. If not, then I deeply regret your decision. Yours-
Wonnykins
Ash re-read the letter over at least three times to himself. It certainly took his mind off of remembering what was bothering him. This letter, however, confused him. What did this 'Wonnykins' want with him? Who was she? And who were all these other guests?
Misty was blowing a gasket.
"Who in the world is SHE!" The redhead screeched, "You've never told me about her!"
Ash could only take so much of her. "We never met! I don't know how she knows me or where she knew to find me! Will you just SHUT UP!" He glared.
Misty's mouth hung open. She glared back, straightening up. "Okay, fine! Go then! Like I'll care! Good riddance!" The girl turned on heel, nose in the air. Ash snorted.
"I should go, just to get on her nerves..."
May tapped the letter and Ash passed it to her. Her eyes traveled over it quickly. Finally, she handed it to her younger brother, and turned back to her brown-eyed friend.
"She seems very business like. I don't think it would hurt if you went. After all," she gave him a teasing smile, "you could find the answer to that problem of yours. What do you think, Max?"
The younger boy pushed his glasses up his nose, thinking. "I agree. I think the only thing to worry about was that you couldn't bring any friends. From the way she words it, it doesn't look like you can bring your Pokemon, either." He fixed his be-speckled eyes on his friend. "The whole deal really depends on what you want to do, Ash." The boy said simply.
Brock took a look as well. "It's up to you. Personally, I'd do it to get away from Misty for a while. A vacation sounds like something you need, if you were listening to May and Max."
Ash folded up the invite and nodded. "Yeah. I guess I'll go, then." He sat back down on the boulder behind him. "I wonder who else'll be there..."
Forgotten, the black Meowth smiled in satisfaction. Slinking off, it carried a scarp of paper in its mouth. Her master had not taught her how to write for nothing...
Destiny Islands
-Centered on Sora-
Sora had been sleeping.
Being the savior of Kingdom Hearts had tired him out. Stretched out on the warm sands of his home, the Keyblade Master snoozed.
That is, until a frantic quack issued in his ear.
Sora yelped, bolting upright and summoning his blade. When he turned to cut down his enemy, he found it was only Donald, who looked, as usual, like he was mad at the world. The duck frowned at the Keyblade. Sora, grinning sheepishly, let it vanish from his hands.
"Lying down on the job, eh?" Donald squawked in his squeaky voice.
Sora frowned. "After all that I went through? I think I earned it."
Donald grumbled something before saying "A Shadow was spotted on Paopu Island." The duck grinned at Sora's shocked expression.
"Here? Now?" Sora got to his feet. "Don't worry; I'll take care of it."
The brunette ran off across the beach, bare footed, Keyblade in hand.
However, when he finally reached Paopu Island, the Shadow in question was no where to be seen. Sora fumed.
"Stupid duck. Just trying to run me down..." He stopped, holding in his words. There, on the Paopu tree, was a Shadow. He hadn't noticed it before because he had been looking on the ground. Now, as he watched it, he realized that this was no ordinary Heartless.
For one thing, it didn't have those annoying antenna. For another, this one had a mouth and cat like ears. In fact, Sora thought this thing was a cat. It looked exactly like one. He approached slowly, though. There was still that tiny chance that it wasn't what it seemed.
The 'cat' let him get closer. He was nose to nose with it before it moved. The black furred cat opened its mouth and dropped a letter at Sora's feet.
Sora stared at it, puzzled. Who was sending him a letter? Via cat, anyway?
Taking it from the sand, Sora tore it open, reading it over. 'An invitation for a yearlong vacation? Who in the-' He shook his head. "Weird."
He turned to look back at the Heartless/cat, who cocked its head, flicking its tail. Sora remembered Donald. "Well, I could use a little down time..." He turned over the envelope, using the Blade to create a little 'Yes' note on the back. He then handed it to the Heartless. "Hurry back." he whispered.
The cat took the letter, nodded, and disappeared into a pool of pitch black.
In the Village Hidden by Tree's Forest
-Centered on Naruto-
"You lazy idiot; wake up!"
Naruto growled, opening one large, yellow eye. "Fuck off, Sasuke. No one asked you." He rolled over onto his side, snuggling further into his sleeping bag.
Black-haired Sasuke stood over him, frowning. He pulled the top half of the bag off, pushing Naruto out of it. "I said up, dope."
Naruto glared. "Fine, fine, now will you get out?"
"Fat chance. You'll just go right back to sleep."
Naruto sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You're going to stay while I get dressed? Are you that desperate for some ass?" The younger boy grinned, watching Sasuke's face contort.
"On second thought..."
Naruto watched as the older boy ran from the room, shutting the door. The blonde boy snorted. "What a fruit..."
As he dressed, he didn't notice a slinky looking black cat sitting on his dresser. When he did, he jumped and threw several shirokins at it. The cat jumped off, hissing around a small piece of paper in its jaws.
Naruto eyed the letter. "Oh, it's for me. Sorry, cat." The cat growled.
Taking the note, the ninja sat on the floor, reading silently. He grinned. "YES! A VACATION!" He jumped up, throwing the letter into the air. He then ran to his dresser and pulled out an inkpad and a pen.
Scrawling out the kanji for 'I accept', he gave the cat the letter. "See you later!" The cat growled again and leapt out the nearby window.
In Dr. Tomoki's Lab
-Centered on Kei-
Kei peered into a glass tube, head resting on his fists. Even his blue, feather shaped hair seemed bored. With his sister on tour with Monkey Pink and his aunt at Spike's house to work with the Professor, the day was going by slowly.
Kei's source of entertainment had been sneaking into the different rooms in Dr. Tomoki's lab. Normally, the baseball player was highly restricted from it, and his slightly older twin would tattle even if he thought about running in. Dr. Tomoki was out and about doing errands, since no one but him and Kei were around. That gave Kei plenty of time to sneak around his lab for something to amuse him. So far, nothing caught the boy's interest.
Kei sighed. "I wish Jimmy and Spike were here. Then I'd really have something to do." Thinking of the two slightly older boys made Kei sink his head into his arms. He wished he had a brother or a cousin, but, so far, he didn't.
He heard a sudden clink and his head shot up. He whirled around, grabbing his Stun club. All that remained of the sound was a small, silver bolt spinning on the floor.
Someone, or something, was in the lab.
Kei crept foreword, hearing a crinkling of paper. He turned a corner, club raised to strike. He stopped. His eyes went wide and sparkly. "Kitty!"
The boy picked up the skinny black cat and cradled it. Normally, since the Monkey Television thing, he wasn't so lovey towards animals. But Kei was so lonely, he couldn't care less that the cat wasn't human.
The kitten purred and pawed gently at his hair. In its mouth was a small envelope addressed to Kei. Kei noticed this at once. "What have you got, kitty?" The blue haired boy giggled and pulled the paper from the kitten's mouth. He turned it over, slitting it open with his thumb. He shook it out and read it. His face lit up.
"Look, kitty; someone wants me to come to their house!" He grinned. Kei felt as though this was his lucky break. No longer would he be breaking the rules to entertain himself. The blue-haired boy danced around with the cat. "Yay!" Kei then grabbed a pen and scribbled 'I'll come!' on the back of the letter. He then got sad.
Slowly, he placed the kitten down on the floor, letting it once again take the letter in its mouth. "Guess this is good-bye..." He gave it a final pat and the cat trotted away, leaving a lonely, depressed Kei behind.
In the Great Hall-Hogwarts
-Centered on Harry-
"Ron, I'm telling you, the new teacher IS NOT a Death Eater!"
"How do you know, Hermione? I mean, it's not like he acts convincing for a non-follower, you know?"
Harry Potter groaned. Listening to the boy friend and girl friend argue all the time wasn't really something he looked foreword to each day. Just his luck that they picked the new teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts today. Harry was doing some investigating on that precise thing for Headmaster McGonagal. He wasn't supposed to say anything, naturally.
The seventeen-year-old sipped quietly on his tea. It seemed like just yesterday that Professor Dumbledore was killed. The other thing getting to him lately was the constant pestering. Everyone seemed to think he wasn't okay, which he wasn't, in truth. Day in and Day out, that was all anyone ever asked. It was like they thought he was going to pass away in seconds.
Harry ran a hand through his messy black hair. No news from Hedwing, either.
With a loud thump, though, something landed in front of him.
Hermione squealed, and Ron cursed.
Harry stared at what looked like a large, winged house cat with black fur. It licked the last few drops from his goblet and held out a paw. Harry hesitantly took a crisp sheet of parchment from the cat's leg.
He opened it, reading feverishly. He then re-folded it and politely asked Ron for a quill. The redhead obliged, eyebrows knitted together out of curiosity. Harry said nothing, but scrawled 'Looking foreword to it,' on the back. He tied it back onto the cat's ankle and watched as the strange creature flew off.
Hermione broke the silence. "What was that about?"
Harry sighed. "An invitation to a yearlong vacation."
"And you accepted? Harry, you don't know who that's from! They could-"
"I don't care. I need a break. Excuse me." The boy got to his feet and strode off to pack his things. Some time to straighten things out in his life was needed, and he needed this opportunity. Badly.
At CatScratch Estates
"Mistress Wonnykins, your replies have arrived." A black and white mixed boy with brown cat ears and a tail walked in carrying an assortment of envelopes. His blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and his face was flushed.
His large, gray eyes rested on a figure at the desk in front of him. It was cloaked in a black trench coat and a parachute hat of the same color. A pair of ears stuck out from underneath the hat and wisps of red hair. A fanged smile crossed the mysterious Mistress's lips. She chuckled.
"Thank you, Bikky. You may go, now."
The servant nodded, setting the letters on her desk. There were ten in all. She read the replies, writing down the reply and whom it was from. Her list turned out to look like this:
Ash: Yes
Gary: Hell Yeah!
Sora: Yes
Riku: Why Not
Naruto: I'll be there!
Sasuke: Sure, whatever
Kei: I'll come!
Dr. Tomoki: I would be honored
Harry: Looking foreword to it.
Draco: Thanks! I'll go.
The girl smiled. "Good, good." She laughed, leaning back in her chair. "Things are finally coming together..."
To Be Continued...
Wonny: Phew! First chapter, up and running! -sighs- now for another several hundred...
