Post by redemption on Dec 2, 2007 11:51:58 GMT -5
Author's Note: Okay, I very throughly blame this on Ash and her insanity. So here's hoping she actually reads this. XD Also, this does contain some mild adult humor and spoilers for a couple anime series, so if you're watching any of the animes mentioned below be warned.
Clan of Fools
Chapter 1
It was a normal day in the Huntslair. 88 was playing his Gameboy, ignoring the red light that warned him that the batteries were low; 89 was slurping down coffee ( … wait, coffee? Is he even old enough to be drinking coffee?) and ogling the young, pretty girls of Kannazuki no Miko on Youtube, and Huntsgirl sat bound and gagged in a corner of the room.
Yep. A perfectly normal day.
… Wait, what?
Indeed, the author had not mistyped that sentence; Huntsgirl was in fact bound and gagged in a corner, glaring at 88 and 89 with a look that promised to rip out their innards and cook them over a slow fire if she ever got free. Neither of them noticed, of course, as 88 was muttering under his breath about the difficulty of training his Pokemon and 89 let out a squeal worthy of a teenage girl as he watched the infamous eighth episode of Kannazuki no Miko, in which Chikane-chan r—HURT Himeko. Uh, yeah. HURT. I wasn’t… gonna say RAPED. I really wasn’t.
…
Shut up.
Anyway, Huntsgirl was currently bound and gagged because the Huntsman didn’t trust her. GASP. No, Huntsman was worried that she’d run off with her secret lo—BOYFRIEND, the American Dragon. DOUBLE GASP. So he figured the only thing he could do was tie the girl up and have his faithful companions keep an eye on her.
Sadly, 88 and 89 weren’t doing so well with the keeping an eye on her part.
Rolling her eyes, Huntsgirl squirmed and began to wriggle—and fell face first onto the ground with a splat. Lovely. Thankful, 88 was still training furiously and 89 was sobbing hysterically about Chikane-chan joining the Orochi and didn’t hear it.
Or maybe they were just stupid. You never know.
Sucking in a breath, gagging a little, Huntsgirl began to crawl along the ground like an inchworm. You know, those little green things that have a tendency to crawl up your leg? Yeah, those.
She got halfway across the room, reached a window, and managed to prop up against it. Sadly, the glass was flimsy as hell, and it cracked and she fell through with a muffled scream.
A few minutes passed in which her bloody, slightly mangled self managed to emerge from some bushes and limp away. A few more minutes passed.
“… Hey, 88,” 89 said, finally tearing his eyes away from the hot lesbian action, “where’s Huntsgirl?”
A long, long moment of silence as they stared at the now empty corner.
“… Oh, EFF.”
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In an important looking building, two important looking men were having a very important sounding conversation about something important.
“Huntsman, I’m pleased that you’ve found another job to support yourself and your apprentices, but…” The fellow hunter shifted from foot to foot, making a face. “Are you sure that it’s the right job for you? I mean…”
“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m so damn sexy!” Huntsman licked the tip of his finger and touched it to his hip. “Hot!”
Outside the window, a legion of Huntsman fangirls swooned. The hunter made another face and chose not to ask about the man’s disturbing choice of careers ever again.
Suddenly, Huntsman’s cell phone went off (I’m a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world! I’m made of plastic! It’s fantastic!) The hunter raised a brow and tried not to snicker as Huntsman flipped the phone open. “What?”
“Uh, Master… we kinda lost Huntsgirl, but… we think she’s coming your way…”
A loud crash and glass sprayed into the air as Huntsgirl tumbled into the room, landing once more on her face with a splat. Damn windows and their flimsy glass. Huntsman sighed, flipping the phone shut and leaning down, gently pulling the gag out of Huntsgirl’s mouth. “I didn’t order them to do this to you, you know.”
“Dammit! I couldn’t breathe!” Huntsgirl gasped out. “I thought I was going to suffocate and—hey, is that a hickey on your neck?”
Huntsman turned bright red—even his mask—and slapped a hand over the offending mark. “O-of course not! It’s… it’s a birthmark! Stop asking embarrassing questions!”
Huntsgirl wisely chose to follow his order.
Huntsman tugged at the ropes. “So you weren’t going to the American Dragon?”
“No, I was going to order a pizza—of course not, idiot! I was trying to find someone sensible to untie me! And there’s no way in hell I’m going back to those fools!”
Huntsman shrugged.
Huntsgirl sat up, rolling her shoulders. With a smirk, she slid her hand into her pouch. “But I did get my revenge,” she added, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Stupid 88 shouldn’t leave his stuff lying around…”
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“Hey, she stole my Gameboy!”
End chapter 1
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Updates = random. That is all.
Clan of Fools
Chapter 1
It was a normal day in the Huntslair. 88 was playing his Gameboy, ignoring the red light that warned him that the batteries were low; 89 was slurping down coffee ( … wait, coffee? Is he even old enough to be drinking coffee?) and ogling the young, pretty girls of Kannazuki no Miko on Youtube, and Huntsgirl sat bound and gagged in a corner of the room.
Yep. A perfectly normal day.
… Wait, what?
Indeed, the author had not mistyped that sentence; Huntsgirl was in fact bound and gagged in a corner, glaring at 88 and 89 with a look that promised to rip out their innards and cook them over a slow fire if she ever got free. Neither of them noticed, of course, as 88 was muttering under his breath about the difficulty of training his Pokemon and 89 let out a squeal worthy of a teenage girl as he watched the infamous eighth episode of Kannazuki no Miko, in which Chikane-chan r—HURT Himeko. Uh, yeah. HURT. I wasn’t… gonna say RAPED. I really wasn’t.
…
Shut up.
Anyway, Huntsgirl was currently bound and gagged because the Huntsman didn’t trust her. GASP. No, Huntsman was worried that she’d run off with her secret lo—BOYFRIEND, the American Dragon. DOUBLE GASP. So he figured the only thing he could do was tie the girl up and have his faithful companions keep an eye on her.
Sadly, 88 and 89 weren’t doing so well with the keeping an eye on her part.
Rolling her eyes, Huntsgirl squirmed and began to wriggle—and fell face first onto the ground with a splat. Lovely. Thankful, 88 was still training furiously and 89 was sobbing hysterically about Chikane-chan joining the Orochi and didn’t hear it.
Or maybe they were just stupid. You never know.
Sucking in a breath, gagging a little, Huntsgirl began to crawl along the ground like an inchworm. You know, those little green things that have a tendency to crawl up your leg? Yeah, those.
She got halfway across the room, reached a window, and managed to prop up against it. Sadly, the glass was flimsy as hell, and it cracked and she fell through with a muffled scream.
A few minutes passed in which her bloody, slightly mangled self managed to emerge from some bushes and limp away. A few more minutes passed.
“… Hey, 88,” 89 said, finally tearing his eyes away from the hot lesbian action, “where’s Huntsgirl?”
A long, long moment of silence as they stared at the now empty corner.
“… Oh, EFF.”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
In an important looking building, two important looking men were having a very important sounding conversation about something important.
“Huntsman, I’m pleased that you’ve found another job to support yourself and your apprentices, but…” The fellow hunter shifted from foot to foot, making a face. “Are you sure that it’s the right job for you? I mean…”
“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m so damn sexy!” Huntsman licked the tip of his finger and touched it to his hip. “Hot!”
Outside the window, a legion of Huntsman fangirls swooned. The hunter made another face and chose not to ask about the man’s disturbing choice of careers ever again.
Suddenly, Huntsman’s cell phone went off (I’m a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world! I’m made of plastic! It’s fantastic!) The hunter raised a brow and tried not to snicker as Huntsman flipped the phone open. “What?”
“Uh, Master… we kinda lost Huntsgirl, but… we think she’s coming your way…”
A loud crash and glass sprayed into the air as Huntsgirl tumbled into the room, landing once more on her face with a splat. Damn windows and their flimsy glass. Huntsman sighed, flipping the phone shut and leaning down, gently pulling the gag out of Huntsgirl’s mouth. “I didn’t order them to do this to you, you know.”
“Dammit! I couldn’t breathe!” Huntsgirl gasped out. “I thought I was going to suffocate and—hey, is that a hickey on your neck?”
Huntsman turned bright red—even his mask—and slapped a hand over the offending mark. “O-of course not! It’s… it’s a birthmark! Stop asking embarrassing questions!”
Huntsgirl wisely chose to follow his order.
Huntsman tugged at the ropes. “So you weren’t going to the American Dragon?”
“No, I was going to order a pizza—of course not, idiot! I was trying to find someone sensible to untie me! And there’s no way in hell I’m going back to those fools!”
Huntsman shrugged.
Huntsgirl sat up, rolling her shoulders. With a smirk, she slid her hand into her pouch. “But I did get my revenge,” she added, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Stupid 88 shouldn’t leave his stuff lying around…”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
“Hey, she stole my Gameboy!”
End chapter 1
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Updates = random. That is all.