A/N: Still sick, sorry.

Working on A Smiling Monster, Everybody Loves Cookies, and Untraveled Road.

In other news...

As my fifteen year anniversary on this site draws near, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.

And of course, there are times when I look to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.

Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. The recent earthquake in Turkey/Syria serves as a terrible example. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.

This is a rough draft. Time and feedback will determine if this becomes a story.

In other words...its up to YOU, the reader. Do let me know~!

Lets see if anyone recognize this reference right here.

Short, sweet, and funny, as it should be.

"A true prankster always has a trick up his sleeve, your majesty!"

"Ho? By all means, then. Try to reach me...if you can."

"Happily~!"

~?

A Most Unlikely Prank

"MONGREL! Stop dodging and fight back!"

Gilgamesh prided himself on his, well, pride. He was the King of Heroes after all. Ancient. Eternal. Invincible. There was but one who could stand against him...and this was not him. Only Enkidu could ever hope to keep pace with him for any true length of time, much less survive the endless assault that was the Gate of Babylon.

.

..

...and yet!

This absolute arse! This blond braggart! This whiskered wastrel!

He couldn't hit him! No matter what weapon he used, no matter the amount of treasures he unleashed, none could touch him! All were either evaded or slapped aside like harmless sticks. That alone was galling enough; but when one took into account that the bloody braggart had not moved from the same spot for the last five minutes...! Infuriating!"

"Do you think think yourself clever, fool!" He railed at him! "What manner of hero uses doesn't fight back?!"

Movement flickered in his peripherals at his flank. "This kind! ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF DEATH!"

Then there was pain.

A/N: Whistling death, eh? Wonder who inspired that. Once more the fate of this teaser depends on you, and its bloody obvious where it comes from.

And there we go. With luck, I'll see you guys and gals again in a few hours, time and life permitting.

Or not. I don't know. Need to have a word with my bosses(s) about all this extra work.

So...in the immortal words of Atlas...

...Revieeeeew, Would You Kindly?

Enjoy these previews!

(Previews!)

Lancer absolutely cackled. "Ha! Didn't see that coming!

Zouken looked up at the golden shadow dwarfing him. "Well, that isn't fair at all...

Kurama squashed him flat a moment later.

...nothing personal, Jeanne."

A fist crashed through her guard and sent her flying.

R&R! =D