Greetings.
Have something minor to contribute while I'm inbetween finishing and
startingother major projects. And no, I haven't lost my Breath of Fire
urgesyet. All three shorts involved are in BoF 3 continuity, and probably
show that I'm not at my grammatical best right now.
Anyway, Enjoy.
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Bathtime Fun
It was a rare moment when Momo could enjoy a quiet bath, and she intended to
capitilize on the opportunity.
A moderate "thump" against the door to her private quarters disbanded the
expensive thought, however.
"I'm busy," she state in a harsh tone.
The door seeed to think otherwise, because it opened suddenly. the young
scientist, with only a showercap and washcloth to play the role of attire,
shouted in alarm.
"Rei! You precitious oaf!" She reached for the soap, the scrub brush,
anything
to hurl at the peeping Woren.
"You're mine."
It wasn't the words that stopped her impending assault, but the tone in his
voice. It held an iron power, and demanded she do nothing more than pay
attention to his every command.
The smoldering look in his eyes didn't hurt, either.
"W-why are you here? Get out!" Funny, she could have sworn she was
supposed
to have more force in her voice than a trembling whimper.
"Momo, you're mine."
Again with the voice. She fought downt the shiver in her spine. Luckily,
her
hand had finally located her bathing wand. Momo held it in front of her
body
aggressively.
"If you don't get out of here, you stupid cat, so help me...."
"I'm not going anywhere,' he responded, showing no concern for her
theatening
posture. "Not until I have you."
"... What?" Again with that wilting voice! Momo deeply wished for her
cannon,
symbolic overcompensation be damned.
"It's only right. I know you've wanted me for a while, now, so I'm gonna
fufill
your desire."
"You're crazy," she spat.
"Am I? Then why haven't you done anything to make me leave?"
"I, uh, don't want to upset Ryu with your broken corpse." Momo bolstered
herself, suddenly braver than she felt inside. "Now leave!"
"My nose says you're lyin', little rabit. It says you been waiting t'see me
like this, ready to take you however I please."
"Delusional twit." The scientist stopped trying to put energy into her
voice,
instead focusing on her bain, increasing its processing power in order to
figure
out just why she wasn't pummeling the Woren.
He couldn't be telling the truth. he was little more than an immature
street
urchin, bent on making her life miserable. She didn't desire a thing about
him.
Not his razor tongue, or his smoldering eyes. His lithe, muscled form was
laughable, and his voice...
Oh gods, his voice...
Momo's brain routed power from her legs to decipher the situation further,
leaving her knees shaky and weak.
"Doesn't matter," Rei said. "I'm gonna make you admit you're mine, by doin'
a little of THIS." The Woren made a vivid, crystal clear gesture.
"And THAT, another gesture, more specific than the last.
"And I'm definitely gonna do THAT." Ther was a finality about Rei's motion
that
made Momo squirm. She imagined herself at the boy's mercy, letting him have
his
way with her over the bath's edge, against the wall, leaning on the
washbasin--
Her brain decided she had performed an illegal opperation and shut itself
down,
telling her to enjoy herself.
"Time to begin."
"Eh?" Momo was caught flat-footed, so well that she dropped her scrub
brush.
He started walking toward her, slowly. "You're gonna love it, little
rabbit."
"W-w-wait," she stammered.
"You're gonna love the pleasure I'll give you."
The girl looked toward the most obvious excited part of the Woren, and began
to babble.
"N-n-now wait a minute, Rei. You w-wouldn't want me here, would you?
T-there's
n-no where soft to--"
"Don't care," re replied, not stopping motion.
"A-and THAT could really hurt me, y'know?" he pointed shakily to the 'that'
Rei
possessed, the one he was sure to use in order to do THIS to her.
"It won't, you'll see." Rei's cocky grin came to play. "Of course, you'll
be
screaming, nonetheless."
He was almost upon her. Momo could run, but he had always proven the
quicker of
the two of them. And it might only provoke him to do THAT.
And her brain hand't returned to let her know if she didn't want to do--
The girl's knees gave out on her.
Traitorous body, she thought angrily.
"I d-don't want to scream. I m-might have an a-a-attack. I'm asthmatic"
"Don't matter." He took another step forward.
"R-rei, please?" Body refused to move, brain had ceased functioning...what
was
she left with?
"You're mine." Another step. Momo began to quack and fear
and...excitement?
Probably because he's definitely gonna do THAT, she groused mentally.
"All mine, little rabbit." He was a hair away from her. Momo shut her
eyes,
unwilling to watch the Woren begin his work.
Moments trudged on...and nothing happened. Not this, nor that, and she
definitely detected a lack of 'that'.
Momo opened her eyes, and for the first tie noticed taht the molester-to-be
looked a little pale.
"Rei?"
And not all there, either.
"W-what's goin' on?" She reached a hand out timidly, and gasped as it
passed
through Rei's left thigh.
"A holigram?" Yes it was, Momo's brain informed her, fresh from a reboot.
She
traced the source of the projection and found--
"Honey."
The impish chys robot was standing at the doorway, sounds eerily similar to
a
chuckle escaping her faceplate.
Momo did nothing but stare at the bot for what appeared to be hours.
Then she reached for the bath wand.
********************
"When I catch you, you little twerp, I'm gonna do THIS, and THAT, and I'm
definitely doing THAT repeatedly!"
Momo's companions wathed the shrieking girl pass by.
"Did any of you see what I just saw?" Nina asked.
"Depends," Ryu replied. "What'd you see?"
"I think I just saw Momo streaking while chasing Honey."
He shrugged. "Guess not, then. I saw Honey actually keeping AHEAD of
Momo."
The two turned to Rei, who was sucking on sugar cane.
"All I saw was proof she's a natural redhead," he said with a smug grin.
*******owari*******
Accidents Happen
They had finally grown in.
Nina Wyndia had a gene thought long-dead by her people. In was, in a way,
their
birthmark of decent in the Wing Clan.
And today, they had fully grown in.
Nina beamed with pride as she twisted and turned and preened in Momo's
bedroom
vanity mirror. They were everything she'd hoped they would be, and more.
They
were butterfly-like in nature, wide and sof, with the lower halves acting as
the
'tails'.
With a mixture of carnation and gold on the tips, her wings were beautiful.
"Excellent plumage. You can scarsely tell that there are feathers making up
the
colors."
"Oh, Momo, they're heavenly. I've waited so long for them." Nina twirled
with
a ballerina's grace, presenting her wings to the amused scientist.
"Quite lovely. You are indeed a rare specimen, Nina."
The teenaged princess had sense enough to blush. "Momo..."
"Joking, just joking.," Momo said, making a palacating gesture. "Still,
they're
really pretty. Makes me ache to touch them."
The younger girl eyed her friend warily as the elder woman darted behind her
and
began to stroke the downy new extentions of herself.
"Hey! Th-that tickles!" Nina stammered between giggles.
"What an interesting reaction," Momo chuckled.
"St-stop!" Words proved useless. The scientist's hands trailed everywhere
along Nina's wings, leaving her helpless in laughter. Eventually, when it
was all Nina could do to keep standing, Momo ceased her assault.
"So we known she's sensitive along her joints."
Nina swatted at Momo. "Sadist!"
"Okay, I won't do it again!" the girl replied, dancing out of Nina's range.
The Wyndian tried to catch her breath. "Wow, I'm pooped. If only I'd known
they'd be such weak spots."
Momo looked at the flushed faegirl and shrugged. "Probably they're just
extra
tender. You'll grow used to them soon enough. Of course, don't let anyone
know that weakness, or you might be in trouble."
"Yeah, the last thing people need to know is that their princess will fold
to
the one who finds her soft spot."
"So...any suitors I should inform?"
Nina shot the older girl a harsh glare.
"Sorry, sorry."
********************
Momo left ot see about her work, so Nina decided to travel the lab.
Only, not by foot.
It was a dificult task, flight. True, she was light enough for lift, but
there
were many opposing factors. To start, her wings were very new, and the thin
membrane was not used to strain. Count in zero wind factor to rely on, and
no
way to navigate properly, and it totalled six short, painful introductions
to
the wall.
but she refused to be deterred. One more beat of her butterfly-like wings,
and
she was airborn--
And in the direct influence of the labratory ventillation system.
The massive fan's current toppled Nina end over end, and into a shaft that
left no room for maneuvering.
Her panicked screams echoed through the tower.
********************
"Nina?"
Momo turned around, noting the noise from the main vent shaft. What she saw
made her pale.
The princess had fallen from the vent. In trying to control her decent, she
only suceeded in crashing into one of Momo's tables without enough force to
break her bones.
She did manage to coat her wings and clothing in the shrinking solution
placed
on that table, however.
********************
"..."
Nina was standing, naked, in front of Moo's bedroom vanity. Her clothes had
torn as they had shrank, and were unsalvageable.
And her wings...
"Well," Momo offered in a quiet voice. "I'm sure it will wear off,
eventually.
If not, I can creat a counter solution."
"..." Nina continued to stare at the mirror.
"At least they're trendy and manageable, right?"
"...*sob*"
"Oh dear."
*******owari*******
Ingredient List
The campfire, a warm, cozy entity that people gathered around to fend off
cold,
prepare food to eat--
"Nina, WHAT are you eating?"
"Chicken."
And gross your comrades out.
"Ah, I thought so," Ryu said with a nod. Then he turned green, without
accending into his dragon form.
The faegirl eyed her Brood companion. "And what, praytell, is wrong with
chicken?"
"Well, I'd have assumed since you are Wing Clan that...." He trailed off.
"It's not a big deal, you know. Besides, fowl's are the ony game I can hunt
easily."
"There's something to be said there 'bout trusting your own too much," Rei
said
with a smirk, htough he was looking slightly pale himself. "And buddy, how
many
times I gotta say when you assume, you make an ass of you'n me?"
The blue haired boy shrugged helplessly, and continued picking at his
meal-onna-
stick.
A moment of silence, then, "Ryu, what are YOU eating?"
"Mm?" he said witha mouthfull of meat. he swallowed quckly, and responded,
"Iguana. Only thing really plentiful in this god-forsaken desert."
Both Rei and Nina gave him a long glace.
"... What?"
"And you said MY food was questionable?"
"What's to question?" Momo asked. "Food is food, and people have to eat."
"So what's your poison, oh great scientist?" Groused Rei, noticibly more
uneasy.
"I was lucky enough to catch a desert hare while I had watch, today."
The Woren stared at the lot of them, now very uncomfortable. "...Canibals,"
he muttered, disgusted.
"Well, as I said, food is food."
As if queued, they all turned to look at Garr. The Guardian adjusted his
belt,
and his eyes took on an evil light.
"Soylent Green."
Ryu and Nina looked at each other in confusion, while Rei, on the other
hand,
quickly got up and dashed out of sight. There were retching sounds not far
from
their position. Momo herself broke into a fit of laughter.
"What's Soylent Green?" Ryu, on silent agreeent with Nina, asked.
"Probably the reason we didn't have to pay for the Rakdas," Momo replied
between
giggles.
*******owari******
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