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Mar. 11th, 2006 02:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asaelI owed Sarra Fuji/Eiji. It's 2am, I told her I was bored, she told me to write it. So I wrote it for her through AIM, and it was pure crack. Then I realized I was still bored and she gave me more pairings, and prompts to go with them! :D Good times! The others are actually less crackfilled. ...I blame Sarra for everything, of course.
Fuji sighed contentedly, settling into his cushy throne. Finally his plans had been completed, and now he ruled the world as a benevolent but firm dictator, with Eiji as his right hand man. Currently, in fact, at his right hand.
"This is awesome, Fuji! What do we do now?" Eiji was smiling and bouncing in place, overcome with energy from their successful conquest.
Fuji frowned slightly. He hadn't really thought that far, he'd kind of gotten to 'conquer world and rule with an iron fist' and hadn't thought of much after that. "Ah, I don't know. I guess we could throw some people in the crocodile pit."
Eiji thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, we did that yesterday. Let's make out!"
Fuji shrugged. "Okay."
And then they made out.
THE END!
Yuuta downed his sixth cup of coffee at record speed. He thought his hands might be twitching, but he wasn't sure. It was entirely possible his whole body was twitching. But really, how else was he supposed to cram for exams?
Mizuki leaned over his shoulder, getting just a little too close for the thirty thousandth time that night and breathing lightly into his ear, on his neck, close enough to do- well. It was kind of getting to Yuuta, he'd have to do something soon, or maybe not, it was Mizuki after all- "Yuuta-kun, your verb conjugation here is wrong."
Yuuta blinked down at his notes. "Oh. Really?" He stratched it out impatiently. "So what's the right way then?"
"Nfu. Well, you see-" And then Mizuki leaned on Yuuta's shoulder, pressing his weight to Yuuta's back, and really, That Was It. Turning, he threw his papers on the floor, caught hold of Mizuki's wrist, and pulled the older boy into his lap, fully intending on getting no more studying done that night.
Things had been going okay, actually. Human world, not so bad. Could be worse. There was stuff to fight there, at least, which was always good times for Ikkaku.
Of course, thinking that ruined everything. He turned at the offended gasp of his partner. Yumichika was staring disapprovingly at a passerby. "Excuse me! Don't you know that you absolutely do NOT wear TWO DIFFERENT plaids together? FOR ANY REASON?"
The man looked frightened, which really was understandable, it wasn't every day you were accosted by a random person who- as Yumichika was now doing- told you that you were extremely ugly. In many words. Loudly.
Ikkaku wondered if he should interfere, but decided not to. If he let Yumichika take it out on this poor bastard, then he'd been in a much more amiable mood later. And hey, maybe Ikkaku would get laid. Fantastic plan.
Whistling, Ikkaku started poking a nearby vending machine, while Yumichika destroyed a poor, innocent man's ego.
It should have been a humiliating defeat. He'd lost horribly, after all, and he should, presumably, have some sort of male ego that was hurting. But Sanada was used to losing to Yukimura.
Just... not at this.
Yukimura put the controller down and smiled at him, an angelic smile. "You did very well, Sanada."
Sanada decided the only person to blame was Akaya. Who else could be held responsible for the fact that Yukimura, apparently, was incredibly good at Soul Calibur? Akaya really shouldn't play so many video games. And distracting Yukimura with them, too, when Yukimura should be focused on recovering. Laps were in order.
Then Yukimura leaned over and kissed him, and Sanada decided that maybe this time he'd let it go.
Fuji sighed contentedly, settling into his cushy throne. Finally his plans had been completed, and now he ruled the world as a benevolent but firm dictator, with Eiji as his right hand man. Currently, in fact, at his right hand.
"This is awesome, Fuji! What do we do now?" Eiji was smiling and bouncing in place, overcome with energy from their successful conquest.
Fuji frowned slightly. He hadn't really thought that far, he'd kind of gotten to 'conquer world and rule with an iron fist' and hadn't thought of much after that. "Ah, I don't know. I guess we could throw some people in the crocodile pit."
Eiji thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, we did that yesterday. Let's make out!"
Fuji shrugged. "Okay."
And then they made out.
THE END!
Yuuta downed his sixth cup of coffee at record speed. He thought his hands might be twitching, but he wasn't sure. It was entirely possible his whole body was twitching. But really, how else was he supposed to cram for exams?
Mizuki leaned over his shoulder, getting just a little too close for the thirty thousandth time that night and breathing lightly into his ear, on his neck, close enough to do- well. It was kind of getting to Yuuta, he'd have to do something soon, or maybe not, it was Mizuki after all- "Yuuta-kun, your verb conjugation here is wrong."
Yuuta blinked down at his notes. "Oh. Really?" He stratched it out impatiently. "So what's the right way then?"
"Nfu. Well, you see-" And then Mizuki leaned on Yuuta's shoulder, pressing his weight to Yuuta's back, and really, That Was It. Turning, he threw his papers on the floor, caught hold of Mizuki's wrist, and pulled the older boy into his lap, fully intending on getting no more studying done that night.
Things had been going okay, actually. Human world, not so bad. Could be worse. There was stuff to fight there, at least, which was always good times for Ikkaku.
Of course, thinking that ruined everything. He turned at the offended gasp of his partner. Yumichika was staring disapprovingly at a passerby. "Excuse me! Don't you know that you absolutely do NOT wear TWO DIFFERENT plaids together? FOR ANY REASON?"
The man looked frightened, which really was understandable, it wasn't every day you were accosted by a random person who- as Yumichika was now doing- told you that you were extremely ugly. In many words. Loudly.
Ikkaku wondered if he should interfere, but decided not to. If he let Yumichika take it out on this poor bastard, then he'd been in a much more amiable mood later. And hey, maybe Ikkaku would get laid. Fantastic plan.
Whistling, Ikkaku started poking a nearby vending machine, while Yumichika destroyed a poor, innocent man's ego.
It should have been a humiliating defeat. He'd lost horribly, after all, and he should, presumably, have some sort of male ego that was hurting. But Sanada was used to losing to Yukimura.
Just... not at this.
Yukimura put the controller down and smiled at him, an angelic smile. "You did very well, Sanada."
Sanada decided the only person to blame was Akaya. Who else could be held responsible for the fact that Yukimura, apparently, was incredibly good at Soul Calibur? Akaya really shouldn't play so many video games. And distracting Yukimura with them, too, when Yukimura should be focused on recovering. Laps were in order.
Then Yukimura leaned over and kissed him, and Sanada decided that maybe this time he'd let it go.
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