What the Hell was I Thinking!?
Another ficcie! And this time, I know what's to blame.
Title: Reoccurring Themes
Pairing: very slight Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: PG? Maybe PG13, but not really.
Genre: General, Humor, Parody
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Warning: It’s crap. Really. Read at your own risk.
Summary: Their friends had been killed in a freak accident. Only, the Hitachiin brothers ( Read more... )
Title: Reoccurring Themes
Pairing: very slight Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: PG? Maybe PG13, but not really.
Genre: General, Humor, Parody
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Warning: It’s crap. Really. Read at your own risk.
Summary: Their friends had been killed in a freak accident. Only, the Hitachiin brothers ( Read more... )
ROTFL! You may control Eros, but I command someone(s) more powerful! Here's my counter-attack. Take this!
Eros scowled when his search for the Love Note turned up with no results. It wasn't with that overly-dramatic high school kid. It wasn't in said teenager's desk. Or under his bed. Or anywhere else in the mansion. Trailing the boy didn't help either because Eros could find no signs of it at the school.
Which only meant...
"A-hem. Eros."
Dammit. He knew that voice.
"Looking for this?"
Eros hesitated for a second then turned around stiffly, trying to keep his limbs from shaking. Because Greek gods did not shake in their boots. Or whatever.
His wife was holding his Love Note in a hand with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a foot tapping against the floor.
Her expression could have given Medusa a run for her money had the Gorgon not been slain by Perseus thousands of years ago.
"I thought you said you'd be home by midnight," she continued, not even letting the god of love open his mouth.
"Psyche," Eros managed, finally getting his tongue to work. "You know what time of the year it is right now. You know that as Aphrodite's son, I have a quota to meet."
Psyche's eyes were twitching. "Mid. Night. You promised."
"B-but I haven't even worked through my fifth quiver of arrows yet!"
Eros froze to his spot when his wife directed a penetrating look at him. Shit, maybe he shouldn't have left her on Mount Olympus this time around. Ares probably taught her that glare just for kicks. Or maybe she was spending too much time around Eris? Athena might have liked war, but she didn't come across as the vindictive type.
"I brought Anteros with me. He's hoovering outside as we speak."
Could Fate be any crueler? Eros mentally swore, vowing to bring retribution for the god or goddess that gave his wife and brother directions to his current location.
"Your mother suggested that I do so."
The god of love brought his head down on a nearby desk. Hard.
Zeus probably hated him right now. That was the only explanation he could come up with.
"And he brought his Hate Note with him."
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk....
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YOU! YOU! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
And...this is so being included with the next chapter...brilliance of this magnitude can't be wasted.
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Awesome. And I didn't even need Kyouya this time around. *high fives him when no one else is looking*
XD Now you know what happens every time I read your fics in the lab.
Ooooooh. Can I make a correction then? Could Fate be any crueler? Eros mentally swore, vowing to bring retribution for the god or goddess that gave his wife and brother directions to his current location.? "for the god or goddess" should be "to the..."
And are you going to include how this little piece came to be? Hmmm? XD
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And I'll get you Kyouya...and your little dog with such tear-rending eyes too.
And I'll edit that for you. <3
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Anyway... (Because I love messing with Eros! XDD)
"Antoinette, where are you?"
Eros paused in mid-flight, hovering in one of the many hallways situated in the Suoh #2 mansion, wondering if he should see why the human he had been trailing sounded so desperate.
"Antoineeeeeeette!"
Well, maybe it was something interesting. Tamaki-kun was constantly spouting nonsense every other minute and Eros was happy to note that he wasn't as bored as he thought he'd be.
The god of love decided to turn around and head toward the human's direction...
...only to be tackled from behind, his wings pinned uselessly to his back and his arms flailing against the floor.
Eros seriously hoped that it wasn't another one of Psyche's harmless reminders about his lack of presence at home. Because the last time she had dropped by, he had spent days nursing his wings. The luster and coating of his feathers had never been the same afterwards...
But that thought was quickly dispelled when the thing on his back began... barking?
"Where aaaaaaaare you?"
Eros nearly growled. That dog was not supposed to have been able to see him. And was it even possible for physical or living objects to touch him?...
Oh, gods. He stopped himself from smacking his forehead at the implications. Not that he could have done so with the huge beast on top of him.
The dog. Could see him. Him, Eros, son of Aphrodite and Ares, god of love and yadda yadda yadda, one who could not be seen without having touched the Love Note first!
And ewwww! Was that drool that just fell on his back?
Eros felt an uncharacteristical urge - no doubt something hereditary from his father's side - to murder someone. Specifically, the current owner of the dog.
Personally, Eros had hoped upon meeting Tamaki that the kid would find himself in his ideal love situation relatively soon (say, around a decade or so - Greek gods, after all, were immortal) after having dabbled with the Note. Either that, or he was going to have to take a quick trip back home and beg on wing and knee to one of the other immortals for a favor.
But now - for this moment, at least - he just wanted out of the situation. He wanted Tamaki to come up the stairs and find him at this moment and get the infernal creature off of his already damaged wings! As in sometime in the near future!
'Yes,' he thought as the ferocious beast known as Tamaki's golden retriever showed no signs of letting him go and her master was nowhere in sight. 'Really soon.'
Otherwise some foolish mortal was going to get hurt really bad...
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<3
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Well, since you write Tamaki/Haruhi so well, why not?
O___O For some reason, Nekozawa/Tamaki popped up as well, but I'm attributing that thought to lack of sleep...
A whole guest chapter? Yikes, that sounds like a lot of work. Besides, I haven't even written anything related to Ouran - my stuff only incorporated the Greek gods stuff. Which, btw, is more fun than should be allowed - I think I enjoy torturing people with power in general. XD
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Oh, the fun I'll have when the Misa character comes in.
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O____O Oh god, the Misa character. Since you've put a spin on Raito and Ryuuku's roles, how about if Misa is smart/cold/whatnot? It's like Kira and Kira II got reversed. See, Renge would also make an interesting Misa, so now I'm conflicted between what I'd prefer...
!!! One of the Hitachiins can "fall in love" with that one smart girl in Tamaki's class - the one who used to be second, but got jealous when Tamaki took her place. Shite, I forgot her name!
Hunny/Kirimi? Bossanova/Renge? That-one-elementary-kid-who-was-trying-to-learn-how-to-become-a-host/Kirimi? Those'd be interesting. Especially since Kirimi's too young to really understand anything, and Tamaki would probably do it to make Nekozawa feel better.
And you know what'd be weird? If something like Mori/Bereznoff worked. Then the question of "How the hell is that possible!?" comes into play. Gack. That was totally inspired by that one xxxHOLiC crossover - you know which, right?
Hmm... And a Ranka with.... *ponders* Oh, I dunno. Tamaki's dad? Kyouya's dad? That would be...weird, horrifying, awkward, improbable (but when hasn't it?), embarrassing interesting..... >_____>
Usually, the only slash I'd support or tolerate would be the obvious ones (HikaKao, TamaKyou, MoriHuni)... But since this is going to be blown apart, I have no idea. My mind's blank.
And I just realized how many mistakes I've forgotten to include in the story... http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3070536/1/
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That basically means...I love you.
Now I feel the need to revenge dear Eros a bit in a meta-ficish way...
"Mistress...you're not going to loan me to her anymore...are you?"
Sci yawned and continued typing, ignoring the question and instead asking, "I've already used 'strumpet'...maybe 'trollop'? How about 'poppit?'"
Annoyed by the paltry humans treatment of him he plucked up a stuffed cow from the bed. The room's other occupant noted this nonchalently.
"Right now, I'm just giving you back to Tamaki...even though your deft wit is rather wasted on him - "
"-which is, in fact, to say that your your deft wit is wasted on him...kinda shameless of you to pat yourself on the back like so -"
"-however, if you are inclined to think you are superior to me-"
" - supremely egotistical of you, you might say dearest Sciathan, in fact, I'd venture to say that you rival Tamaki in great heights to which your praise of yourself is looming...except less...verbose...and of course, with all your *hem* subtext lacking the aforementioned strumpets purity."
"Basically, you're saying I'm an egoistic perv."
Eros floated lazily in the air before saying in a bored voice, "Eschew superfluous verbosity oh creator of mine."
The sound of another program opening caught his attention.
"What...exactly are you doing?"
"Typing," she replied non-commitally.
"...What, pray tell, are you typing?"
"Words, words, words." (A/N: Blame Hamlet.)
"And what do your words, words, words say...?"
She reclined lazily in her chair and yawned.
"I'm just telling Yatsuka that she can have you back anytime..."
Eros felt all the color drain from his pretty little face. Not her.....!
^_^
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And I think my plot bunnies are like mosquitos because they seem to like the taste of my blood and won't let go no matter what.
Sciathan was situated in front of her computer, diligently trying to ignore the other occupants in her room. Behind her was a cupid lazily floating in the air on a summoned cloud and a girl sprawled on a bed. They weren't talking to her, but they weren't talking to each other either. And Sciathan hoped that it stayed that way until she got done with her-
"Sci."
Of course, such a thing would never happen given who her audience was at the moment.
"Sciiiiii," the girl wailed again, raising her voice so that it bordered on the edge of being obnoxious.
The cupid gave her a pointed look as if to say, "She's ignoring you again." The other girl paid no heed.
"Sci, can I-"
"No," she said, not even bothering to turn around.
The younger girl sat straight up and pouted. "But you haven't even heard what I was going to-"
"No."
"B-but!"
Sciathan finally paused, taking the time to tuck a few stray hairs behind her ears. "Ika, last time I let you any where near Eros, he came back battered and a weird shade of green. There's no way in hell-"
"As if Eros would ever dare venture into Hades."
"-or heaven that I'm making that mistake again."
The younger student waited a few seconds and summoned her best and most pleading smile. "...Please?"
"No. I'm busy."
Yatsuka (Ika) paused, eyebrows gathering together on her forhead, an idea forming in her mind.
"So, even if I said that Anteros dropped his Hate Note at Roberia, you wouldn't lend him to me for support?"
Sciathan abruptly shoved her keyboard aside and violently spun around on her chair.
"You're telling me that Anteros dropped his Hate Note at Roberia!?"
"Well, technically speaking, it's a Spurned Love Note, but Aphrodite thought that the name was too long so she cut it short, but Spurn Note sounded so corny so she decided to name it something else and since it already had functions similar to that of rejection and stuff..."
Sciathan waited until Yatsuka was done blabbering.
"You do realize that those girls would probably ruin everything to hell, right?"
"Yup! And that's why I decided to go retrieve-"
"You mean steal."
"-ahem. Retrieve it before things get too out of hand."
"Ika, are you sure it was an accident?"
"Of course!"
There was a minute or two of silence as Sciathan stared at the younger girl, scrutinizing everything about what she had just said.
"You probably just want it for yourself."
"No I don't!"
Sciathan was unimpressed. "...Really."
"Dammit!"
"And shouldn't you be in your own room right now?"
"I am in my room."
Sciathan sighed, rolling her eyes.
"We live over two hours away from each other. And how did you get here in the first place?"
"What, I can't stalk you if I want to?" Yatsuka saw her friend's glare. "Alright, alright! I'll log off and start my paper!"
And with a poof, Yatsuka disappeared from her spot on Sciathan's bed at the exact same time the computer screen blinked, indicating that someone had signed out of AIM. Eros blinked at the now empty space and relative quietness in the room.
"I've always wondered how she does that."
Sciathan pinched the bridge of her nose and turned back to her computer. "I don't even want to know."
The sound of clicking keys continued for a few more minutes as the college student turned her attention back to the screen. Until...
"Drop it."
Eros froze in midair as Sciathan's voice rang out as a warning.
"Or else I really will let her drag you into what ever diabolical scheme she has in store for you."
Eros gulped and quickly hid his bow and arrows in his storage cloud, wondering how his supposed creator knew he had been aiming at her.
"And stop looking guilty. That gives it away faster than anything else."
The cupid swore as he saw that Sciathan hadn't even turned around in the first place. Maybe that other crazy girl was still lurking around somewhere?
...Oh Mighty Zeus, he hoped not.
(And I just realized that I wrote the both of us really OOC. *facepalm*)
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"Storage cloud" *snortlechoke* ...It's...SPANDEX SPACE!
One more -
Eros tried to non-chalently edge around her shoulder and see what it was that she was perpetually typing...
As if unconciously anticipating his moves, her head coked to the side a bit...and then to the other...and then to the other.
So. He had to ask.
"What is it that you are typing so often?"
Sci laughed and deadpanned, "The Great American Novel."
Eros frowned. "About what?"
"War and the oppression of women...that will ensure it's use in academic fields for a good long time."
"Mighty Aphrodite! There must be another reason for all that incessant clacking you stru-"
"Not strumpet."
"You popp-"
"Not poppit."
"You trol-"
"Not trollop, either...and as I am out of words as the writer which have the same archaic but subtly sexual connotation...so are you."
"I suppose I am an OC after all."
Sci smirked at the screen, "Don't forget that, or I'll feed you to Ika."
Eros shivered involuntarily. There was a long period of silence filled only by the clacking of a keyboard before he so much dared as say anything again.
"So...what are you typing?"
She chuckled..it was a dark mischevious sound...that still somehow managed to remain...sarcastic...scary.
"Ika's on AIM."
This explanation didn't suffice at all for Eros, but Sciathan continued to clack away at the keyboard.
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Dude, you should *so* include all of this as side fics for the next chapter. I bet half the people would be confused. XDD
lol. And my previous post was a lot shorter than I'd like because LJ was telling me that I had 4,581 characters in my response. So I had to hack off around 300 characters here and there. Grrrrr.
Hmm. My brain seems to be shrivelling up, and I have to leave for class as of *checks watch* thirty seconds ago. I'll be sure to haunt drop you a line when I'm inspired with more Eros torture crack and side stories.
And wow, the way the comment box keeps getting smaller and smaller is making my eyes hurt. Soon, we'll be typing responses and the format will make it so that there's only two or three words in each line. >____>
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