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klena(I was going to watch Lost but I'm not now. WOE! ANYWAYS!)
The point!
I am sorry ^_^;;;
For: Tim, my darling fiancé (^_~) who was lovely to me in Bristol and has been a constant source of amusement ever since.
Prompt: Battle of the Bishi’s.
Word count: 2,028
Warnings: Crossover, language the abuse of showers of clichés and insanity from fangirls.
Comments: The battle sort of passed me by for the below insanity. It's very rough - I am sorry. Also, apologies for all damaged characterisation – I hope one day the characters will recover. ^_^
Feedback: Is ever so lovely
The air sang with the crashing of blades and the ringing of gunshots and the cries of those caught momentarily off guard. The battlefield had not seen any death yet but blood was seeping across the ground – a warning that death could yet be forthcoming for several of the combatants. Very few words are spoken as the warriors try to focus on who is an imminent enemy and who is barely a threat to be dealt with. Yet there comes a sudden loud road of
“Mother-fucking BASTARD! Stay the FUCK away from my hair!”
Duo Maxwell was the source – aiming at the abuse at Vash the Stampede who had the decency to look slightly abashed.
“I thought it was a Sampson ‘my strength is in my hair’ kind-of deal.”
“Let’s not find out!”
“No, idiot – let’s!” The newest voice entering the debate was Chang Wufei’s, who practically skipped across the field in delight at the thought of FINALLY ridding the braided fool of half his title. Quatre frowned and made several hesitant gestures as if he wanted to stop him but he was afraid – it had been a long time since he had seen Wufei this happy. Even Heero wore a small, evil little smirk on his face.
The other battle-opponents, after judging the scene, left their partners and gathered around where this particular melodrama was playing out. As they formed an enclosing circle it was bizarre to see the weapons some of the combatants were using – cards, Beyblades, Pokémon, Digimon, lightsabers, talismans, all manner of exotic instruments of torture, their teeth – leaning significant weight to several people’s theory that they were all from different worlds or universes all brought together for a single purpose.
…Unfortunately nobody had a clue what that purpose was so they settled for watching a young violet-eyed braded menace/funny guy (depending on who you talked to) being chased by a Chinese boy with a katana and a gleaming, malicious grin around the enclosed area.
It was like watching a piece of beautifully choreographed ballet – except with swords and the type of swearing that would make a sailor blush (which it did). However, every great event needs one key ingredient to elevate its status to a truly world class ‘spectator sport’.
Food.
Luckily, bags of nachos, peanuts and crisps were being distributed whilst various bottles of liquors were passed around the group (and confiscated from the younger ones) as Johnny Storm quickly became the most popular boy in battle by toasting some conveniently produced popcorn.
“FOOD!” cried Son Goku.
*SMACK* went Genjyo Sanzo’s paper fan.
“Ha-ha!” went several witnesses.
It was safe to say that maybe most of the located people, all males, were not too focused on beating the living crap out of each other. It was also safe to say that food was much more important at this moment.
The smell of cooking food wafted across the circle quickly and there were clouds of dust and the frantic scrambling of young men following their nose.
“FOOD!” went up the cheer from various Beybladers, Digimon trainers, Saiyans, bounty hunters and monkeys as they formed a stampede.
Fellow comrades sighed and shared long-suffering looks with others.
A sense of comradery grew between the men as they all moved closer to The Torch and produced foods to be shared amongst the crowds (although the vampire’s hung back as if judging which members could be easily eaten.) Sitting all in a circle, there were the beginnings of easy banter and interested chatter as good food was shared and alcohol was drunk. Overall, it was a good place to be, most decided – except for one sour git who announced
“If anyone produces a guitar and begins to sing ‘Kumbaya” I will personally gut them and display their head on my wall.”
“Fuck up baldy.”
A gun was cocked – a handful of the younger boys gasped or cried out.
“Who are you calling baldy, kappa?”
“You keep whipping that gun out, people are going to think you’ve got a complex about your dick. Not getting enough, Sanzo-sama?” Gojyo laughed harshly, attempting to light up but found his lighter hand caught.
“Perhaps it would be better if you refrained from smoking around the children, hm?”
There was instant outcry against Hakkai’s comment;
“I’m no kid, I’m a Pokémon trainer!”
“What are you, my fucking mother?”
“Does that mean I can’t smoke?” Spike Spiegel muttered to the nearest guy, spitting his cigarette out of his mouth.
“But smoking is bad!”
“And kills!”
“And makes you stinky!” Three boys cried out with youthful conviction.
“Who you calling kids?!” called Tai, held back by Matt who was rolling his eyes as the nearby Beybladers also protested loudly – several young ones opted instead to mutter darkly – Yoh Asakura laughed,
“In the Western version I don’t get to smoke either!”
Several of the older males – including a scarred young man in robes, a military man with forked eyebrows and an ornamental sword and a half-naked man with a metallic arm, blue hair and huge black feather wings – sighed and shared long suffering looks.
“Perhaps we should focus our energies on the reason we’ve all been brought here, hmm?” Anakin Skywalker stood up and announced in his most personable voice. There was an ignored shout of ‘fuck you and your Jedi mind tricks, Skywalker!’
“Weren’t you just saying you hoped your kid didn’t turn out like these brats?” Peter Parker grinned through his Spider-Man mask.
“Shaddup,” came the gritted response out of the corner of the Jedi’s mouth, as others muttered their contented approval – almost everyone was much more personable after hot, sugar-laden foods, alcohol and caffeine.
“Now…has anyone heard any voices?”
“I hear voices all the time,” said Ash. Several people sighed, Anakin included. The scarred robed male introduced himself as Remus and explained,
“I believe what – hm? Anakin? – Anakin meant was voices in your head, not actual people’s voices Ash.” The trainer deflated.
“Oh. Then no.”
“I hear my master’s voice in my head?” one vampire suggested hopefully.
“OMG, me too!” Anakin squealed, then –as if puzzled – sat down again and got a good angsty sulk going. Several others – Ken Ichijiogji, Kai, Li Syaoran, Van Fanel and Ren Tao – all edged closer – forming an Angst Circle.
“Look Master – an Angst Circle!” Sam Gamgee said in amazement, pointing at the circle.
“Ah yes, indeed. Very rare are the Circles.” Frodo agreed, nodding.
“I hear voices – telling me to kill the stupid monkey.” Goku meeped and clung to the arm of the nearest male.
“Oh hello! I’m Goku.”
Son Goku blinked.
“That’s my name too!”
The Saiyan Goku laughed and the two launched into a discussion about fighting and food. Vegeta muttered something along the lines of ‘foolish Karkarot’ while Sanzo twitched.
“You and I appear to have the same voices,” Trowa said to Van who nodded as did a young Scott Summers.
“C’mon guys! I want to go home and save the world again!”
Matt and Izzy moaned, Joe just rummaged through his backpack –checking he had all the necessary medical supplies he could need.
“Master Yoh – have you heard any voices from the Spirit World?”
“Sorry Ryo I haven’t. Amidamaru?”
“I have been unable to sense any foreign presences yet,” the samurai ghost admitted before vanishing from sight with the other Guardian Ghosts.
“Man, feels like a good time for a snooze.”
“I’m with you there buddy!” Trey grinned and both lay back on the ground.
“I heard voices.” Duo piped up, grinning. Heads turned towards him as Heero muttered
“Knew I should have upped his medication.”
“This coming from a guy who blows him and his Gundam up and lives,” Duo shot back before continuing brightly, “just before we turned up here. I heard a voice say something about a Battle of the Fishies…No that wasn’t it…the Bishi’s!” Duo nodded triumphantly.
Everyone looked around at each other, evaluating and thinking upon this.
“We are a pretty good looking bunch.” Gojyo admitted, finally lighting up.
“I’ll say” Alucard purred, licking his lips. Gojyo sweat-dropped and moved away – as did every male near Alucard.
“So, what, we all fight, then we get to go home? Sounds like a plan to me.” Matt said, folding his arms decisively.
“Sounds good to me!” Goku cheered, leaping up. The rest of the group slowly shrugged and climbed to their feet – judging opponents and dusting themselves off.
“Yo – ! No offence guys!” Spider-Man called out and various acceptances and other pre-emptive apologies rang across the plains.
There was a sudden deafening silence – no movement on the giant plans as the boys prepared themselves – shifting stances, loading their guns, readying their weapons.
Nobody knew who made the first move but, in a heartbeat, the field had gone from a weighty silence to a roaring din as the battle began. Spike shot at Vash who dodged the bullet, then fired back at Spike and then at Sanzo, who actually seemed to be cheering up.
The Goku’s paired off with Vegeta – sparring so fast that all that could be seen where blurs and impressions of movement – Lightsabers hummed and crackled against each other before Anakin caught a young Jedi across the cheek.
Magic spells soared past people – occasionally hitting their targets – Digimon battled Pokémon – trainers shouted encouragement and card-battles were underway, sacrifices already been made and promises to take their adversary down cried aloud.
However it seen became apparent that very few were battling at their full capacity; the spells cast were mild hexes, shots were deliberately landing stray of their objective whilst the fighters themselves seemed to be subdued – no true burning shouts of passion or triumphant cries at inflicting injuries were heard – only mild grunts.
“Hey! Guys!” the collective of men seemed relieved at the opportunity to abandon the fight and slowly the various battles ground to a halt, all eyes turning to Folken Fanel and Trieze Khushrenada. Both gestured politely to the other to speak (Folken with his metal arm) until Trieze stepped forward.
“The two of us were just discussing the fact that none of us were particularly eager to fight each other.”
“Speak for yourself!” Alucard hissed, pausing from licking the blood from Duo’s arm. A bullet grazed his ear –
“Next time I won’t miss.” Heero promised.
“That is exactly what we were just discussing,” Folken cried, “the possibility to disrupt the competition –”
“- and this pointless battle – ”
“ – Yes, and the pointless battle with slash.”
“Slash…” Alucard purred, pondering his favourite cuts.
“Shaddup,” Tai snorted, then whimpered when Alucard bared his teeth.
“Slash…?” Anakin asked, lightly fingering the scar over his eye. Folken nodded.
“Yes. Male/male relationships – yaoi.”
“Dude – how’d he get that slash in his sentence?” Trey asked Remus. Remus shrugged,
“I’m not sure – but it’s not correct English to inflict / on people.”
“You just did it!”
“…Sweet Merlin so I did.” Remus pouted and stared moodily off into space.
“….Weirdo.” Johnny Storm muttered.
During the above English discussion, there were also several outcries and bursts of astonished laughter at the implication of the Folken’s suggestion. However, the majority of the boys began to eye each other with interest, as if internally debating something.
“Let’s go for it!” Tai cheered, grabbing Matt and kissing him eagerly. There was a muffled snort of laughter from Matt at this assault. The group watched eagerly – several finding the display…very…interesting – before other random pairings began showing.
Spiderman rolled his mask up to the bridge of his nose and grabbed Johnny Storm (who, unfortunately was still in his Flaming form) – Heero grabbed Duo by the braid and roped him close to him – Remus leaned up and pressed his lips against Folken’s – Trowa bent down and touched his lips to Van, who was having his neck kissed gently by Scott and –
The fangirl Gods returned from their lunch break and squealed in merry delight. The boys were doing exactly what they thought they would – and, as the girls watched the action move from a conservative 12A to an 18 (therefore could not be discussed in any more detail in order to save the minds of the innocent), there were many nosebleeds, starry eyes and several cheering high-fives.
The point!
I am sorry ^_^;;;
For: Tim, my darling fiancé (^_~) who was lovely to me in Bristol and has been a constant source of amusement ever since.
Prompt: Battle of the Bishi’s.
Word count: 2,028
Warnings: Crossover, language the abuse of showers of clichés and insanity from fangirls.
Comments: The battle sort of passed me by for the below insanity. It's very rough - I am sorry. Also, apologies for all damaged characterisation – I hope one day the characters will recover. ^_^
Feedback: Is ever so lovely
The air sang with the crashing of blades and the ringing of gunshots and the cries of those caught momentarily off guard. The battlefield had not seen any death yet but blood was seeping across the ground – a warning that death could yet be forthcoming for several of the combatants. Very few words are spoken as the warriors try to focus on who is an imminent enemy and who is barely a threat to be dealt with. Yet there comes a sudden loud road of
“Mother-fucking BASTARD! Stay the FUCK away from my hair!”
Duo Maxwell was the source – aiming at the abuse at Vash the Stampede who had the decency to look slightly abashed.
“I thought it was a Sampson ‘my strength is in my hair’ kind-of deal.”
“Let’s not find out!”
“No, idiot – let’s!” The newest voice entering the debate was Chang Wufei’s, who practically skipped across the field in delight at the thought of FINALLY ridding the braided fool of half his title. Quatre frowned and made several hesitant gestures as if he wanted to stop him but he was afraid – it had been a long time since he had seen Wufei this happy. Even Heero wore a small, evil little smirk on his face.
The other battle-opponents, after judging the scene, left their partners and gathered around where this particular melodrama was playing out. As they formed an enclosing circle it was bizarre to see the weapons some of the combatants were using – cards, Beyblades, Pokémon, Digimon, lightsabers, talismans, all manner of exotic instruments of torture, their teeth – leaning significant weight to several people’s theory that they were all from different worlds or universes all brought together for a single purpose.
…Unfortunately nobody had a clue what that purpose was so they settled for watching a young violet-eyed braded menace/funny guy (depending on who you talked to) being chased by a Chinese boy with a katana and a gleaming, malicious grin around the enclosed area.
It was like watching a piece of beautifully choreographed ballet – except with swords and the type of swearing that would make a sailor blush (which it did). However, every great event needs one key ingredient to elevate its status to a truly world class ‘spectator sport’.
Food.
Luckily, bags of nachos, peanuts and crisps were being distributed whilst various bottles of liquors were passed around the group (and confiscated from the younger ones) as Johnny Storm quickly became the most popular boy in battle by toasting some conveniently produced popcorn.
“FOOD!” cried Son Goku.
*SMACK* went Genjyo Sanzo’s paper fan.
“Ha-ha!” went several witnesses.
It was safe to say that maybe most of the located people, all males, were not too focused on beating the living crap out of each other. It was also safe to say that food was much more important at this moment.
The smell of cooking food wafted across the circle quickly and there were clouds of dust and the frantic scrambling of young men following their nose.
“FOOD!” went up the cheer from various Beybladers, Digimon trainers, Saiyans, bounty hunters and monkeys as they formed a stampede.
Fellow comrades sighed and shared long-suffering looks with others.
A sense of comradery grew between the men as they all moved closer to The Torch and produced foods to be shared amongst the crowds (although the vampire’s hung back as if judging which members could be easily eaten.) Sitting all in a circle, there were the beginnings of easy banter and interested chatter as good food was shared and alcohol was drunk. Overall, it was a good place to be, most decided – except for one sour git who announced
“If anyone produces a guitar and begins to sing ‘Kumbaya” I will personally gut them and display their head on my wall.”
“Fuck up baldy.”
A gun was cocked – a handful of the younger boys gasped or cried out.
“Who are you calling baldy, kappa?”
“You keep whipping that gun out, people are going to think you’ve got a complex about your dick. Not getting enough, Sanzo-sama?” Gojyo laughed harshly, attempting to light up but found his lighter hand caught.
“Perhaps it would be better if you refrained from smoking around the children, hm?”
There was instant outcry against Hakkai’s comment;
“I’m no kid, I’m a Pokémon trainer!”
“What are you, my fucking mother?”
“Does that mean I can’t smoke?” Spike Spiegel muttered to the nearest guy, spitting his cigarette out of his mouth.
“But smoking is bad!”
“And kills!”
“And makes you stinky!” Three boys cried out with youthful conviction.
“Who you calling kids?!” called Tai, held back by Matt who was rolling his eyes as the nearby Beybladers also protested loudly – several young ones opted instead to mutter darkly – Yoh Asakura laughed,
“In the Western version I don’t get to smoke either!”
Several of the older males – including a scarred young man in robes, a military man with forked eyebrows and an ornamental sword and a half-naked man with a metallic arm, blue hair and huge black feather wings – sighed and shared long suffering looks.
“Perhaps we should focus our energies on the reason we’ve all been brought here, hmm?” Anakin Skywalker stood up and announced in his most personable voice. There was an ignored shout of ‘fuck you and your Jedi mind tricks, Skywalker!’
“Weren’t you just saying you hoped your kid didn’t turn out like these brats?” Peter Parker grinned through his Spider-Man mask.
“Shaddup,” came the gritted response out of the corner of the Jedi’s mouth, as others muttered their contented approval – almost everyone was much more personable after hot, sugar-laden foods, alcohol and caffeine.
“Now…has anyone heard any voices?”
“I hear voices all the time,” said Ash. Several people sighed, Anakin included. The scarred robed male introduced himself as Remus and explained,
“I believe what – hm? Anakin? – Anakin meant was voices in your head, not actual people’s voices Ash.” The trainer deflated.
“Oh. Then no.”
“I hear my master’s voice in my head?” one vampire suggested hopefully.
“OMG, me too!” Anakin squealed, then –as if puzzled – sat down again and got a good angsty sulk going. Several others – Ken Ichijiogji, Kai, Li Syaoran, Van Fanel and Ren Tao – all edged closer – forming an Angst Circle.
“Look Master – an Angst Circle!” Sam Gamgee said in amazement, pointing at the circle.
“Ah yes, indeed. Very rare are the Circles.” Frodo agreed, nodding.
“I hear voices – telling me to kill the stupid monkey.” Goku meeped and clung to the arm of the nearest male.
“Oh hello! I’m Goku.”
Son Goku blinked.
“That’s my name too!”
The Saiyan Goku laughed and the two launched into a discussion about fighting and food. Vegeta muttered something along the lines of ‘foolish Karkarot’ while Sanzo twitched.
“You and I appear to have the same voices,” Trowa said to Van who nodded as did a young Scott Summers.
“C’mon guys! I want to go home and save the world again!”
Matt and Izzy moaned, Joe just rummaged through his backpack –checking he had all the necessary medical supplies he could need.
“Master Yoh – have you heard any voices from the Spirit World?”
“Sorry Ryo I haven’t. Amidamaru?”
“I have been unable to sense any foreign presences yet,” the samurai ghost admitted before vanishing from sight with the other Guardian Ghosts.
“Man, feels like a good time for a snooze.”
“I’m with you there buddy!” Trey grinned and both lay back on the ground.
“I heard voices.” Duo piped up, grinning. Heads turned towards him as Heero muttered
“Knew I should have upped his medication.”
“This coming from a guy who blows him and his Gundam up and lives,” Duo shot back before continuing brightly, “just before we turned up here. I heard a voice say something about a Battle of the Fishies…No that wasn’t it…the Bishi’s!” Duo nodded triumphantly.
Everyone looked around at each other, evaluating and thinking upon this.
“We are a pretty good looking bunch.” Gojyo admitted, finally lighting up.
“I’ll say” Alucard purred, licking his lips. Gojyo sweat-dropped and moved away – as did every male near Alucard.
“So, what, we all fight, then we get to go home? Sounds like a plan to me.” Matt said, folding his arms decisively.
“Sounds good to me!” Goku cheered, leaping up. The rest of the group slowly shrugged and climbed to their feet – judging opponents and dusting themselves off.
“Yo – ! No offence guys!” Spider-Man called out and various acceptances and other pre-emptive apologies rang across the plains.
There was a sudden deafening silence – no movement on the giant plans as the boys prepared themselves – shifting stances, loading their guns, readying their weapons.
Nobody knew who made the first move but, in a heartbeat, the field had gone from a weighty silence to a roaring din as the battle began. Spike shot at Vash who dodged the bullet, then fired back at Spike and then at Sanzo, who actually seemed to be cheering up.
The Goku’s paired off with Vegeta – sparring so fast that all that could be seen where blurs and impressions of movement – Lightsabers hummed and crackled against each other before Anakin caught a young Jedi across the cheek.
Magic spells soared past people – occasionally hitting their targets – Digimon battled Pokémon – trainers shouted encouragement and card-battles were underway, sacrifices already been made and promises to take their adversary down cried aloud.
However it seen became apparent that very few were battling at their full capacity; the spells cast were mild hexes, shots were deliberately landing stray of their objective whilst the fighters themselves seemed to be subdued – no true burning shouts of passion or triumphant cries at inflicting injuries were heard – only mild grunts.
“Hey! Guys!” the collective of men seemed relieved at the opportunity to abandon the fight and slowly the various battles ground to a halt, all eyes turning to Folken Fanel and Trieze Khushrenada. Both gestured politely to the other to speak (Folken with his metal arm) until Trieze stepped forward.
“The two of us were just discussing the fact that none of us were particularly eager to fight each other.”
“Speak for yourself!” Alucard hissed, pausing from licking the blood from Duo’s arm. A bullet grazed his ear –
“Next time I won’t miss.” Heero promised.
“That is exactly what we were just discussing,” Folken cried, “the possibility to disrupt the competition –”
“- and this pointless battle – ”
“ – Yes, and the pointless battle with slash.”
“Slash…” Alucard purred, pondering his favourite cuts.
“Shaddup,” Tai snorted, then whimpered when Alucard bared his teeth.
“Slash…?” Anakin asked, lightly fingering the scar over his eye. Folken nodded.
“Yes. Male/male relationships – yaoi.”
“Dude – how’d he get that slash in his sentence?” Trey asked Remus. Remus shrugged,
“I’m not sure – but it’s not correct English to inflict / on people.”
“You just did it!”
“…Sweet Merlin so I did.” Remus pouted and stared moodily off into space.
“….Weirdo.” Johnny Storm muttered.
During the above English discussion, there were also several outcries and bursts of astonished laughter at the implication of the Folken’s suggestion. However, the majority of the boys began to eye each other with interest, as if internally debating something.
“Let’s go for it!” Tai cheered, grabbing Matt and kissing him eagerly. There was a muffled snort of laughter from Matt at this assault. The group watched eagerly – several finding the display…very…interesting – before other random pairings began showing.
Spiderman rolled his mask up to the bridge of his nose and grabbed Johnny Storm (who, unfortunately was still in his Flaming form) – Heero grabbed Duo by the braid and roped him close to him – Remus leaned up and pressed his lips against Folken’s – Trowa bent down and touched his lips to Van, who was having his neck kissed gently by Scott and –
The fangirl Gods returned from their lunch break and squealed in merry delight. The boys were doing exactly what they thought they would – and, as the girls watched the action move from a conservative 12A to an 18 (therefore could not be discussed in any more detail in order to save the minds of the innocent), there were many nosebleeds, starry eyes and several cheering high-fives.
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Date: 2005-08-11 12:44 am (UTC)“In the Western version I don’t get to smoke either!”
Several of the older males – including a scarred young man in robes, a military man with forked eyebrows and an ornamental sword and a half-naked man with a metallic arm, blue hair and huge black feather wings – sighed and shared long suffering looks.
“Perhaps we should focus our energies on the reason we’ve all been brought here, hmm?” Anakin Skywalker stood up and announced in his most personable voice. There was an ignored shout of ‘fuck you and your Jedi mind tricks, Skywalker!’
“OMG, me too!” Anakin squealed, then –as if puzzled – sat down again and got a good angsty sulk going.
OMFG. OMFG!!!! I am SO adding this to Memories! I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard at ficness. XD I love you!
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:18 pm (UTC)Love it!!!!
thank you!
Mine is almost complete for you. just need to get it from from the college computers!
*hug x 1,000,000,000*