01-Nov-2000
NOTE: How to read this: There is one basic beginning to this story then
there are two endings. One is a "trick" ending the other is a "treat" ending.
Choose an ending and then find out if it was the trick or the treat!
Bwahahahahahahah!!!
<<A voice seemed to be calling his name. "Maxwell," was all he could make out, though. Something warm and wet was on his face. No, not his face, his mouth.>>
"Max! Wake up, Max!" The boy tried to pry his eyes open but couldn't. The warm moist assault on his mouth, however, was driving him nuts.
"Grr! Ruff, ruff!" Hot dog breath panted in his face.
"Ewwww, Heero! Get off of me!" He pushed his dog off him with a single shove just to find the mutt right back in his face, lapping at him happily.
"Max!" A woman's voice shouted at him. "Get out of bed! You've got harvesting to do! And get that dog of yours outside!"
"Geez, Ma, I'm up, I'm up!" Max hated this time of year. It was Halloween and instead of getting ready to go out with his friends, the 15 year-old Iowa farm boy had chores to do. He'd worked hard on his Duo Maxwell costume and couldn't wait to show it off at the school dance that night.
//I *am* Shinigami!// He'd even worked on the laugh and had been very disappointed when he found out he had to hang around home doing chores.
"Ruff! Growl, heh, heh, heh," Heero panted in his face then resumed licking him mercilessly.
"Hee~eero! That's gross! Get off!!!" He pushed the dog off him again as he pulled on his overalls and a black hat before going down to breakfast.
In the kitchen, however, his fashion sense came under unwanted scrutiny. "Take that hat off in the house, boy. You weren't born in a barn!" His mother scolded.
"Geez, Ma! It's Halloween, cut me some slack! Besides, it's part of my costume for tonight!" Max was digging around looking for his favorite overly sweet cereal and happily slouched down with a box of Pop-Tarts instead.
"Hmph!" The woman was less than impressed. "Let me guess, another unidentifiable character from that 'Gun-damned Wing' cartoon, right?"
"Ma," he moaned as if in excruciating pain, "It's 'Gun*dam* Wing' and it is *not* a cartoon! It's anime!" He went about consuming yet another chocolate fudge pastry before it got too late.
"Martha!" A man's voice shouted. "Tell Max to get a move on! We don't have all day, ya' know!"
"Yes, dear!" She called back. "I still say it's a cartoon! Besides, I wish we'd never even gotten that stupid hook-up to Cartoon Network." She swatted him. "Now get your butt out to the back forty and get to work or there'll be no 'Gundam Anything' this afternoon and if the harvest doesn't satisfy your Pa, there'll be no dance tonight, either!"
"Geez, Ma!" The boy complained one last time as Heero danced between his legs, tripping him on his way out the door. "Just because I'm an Iowa farm boy doesn't make me Superman, no da!"
Amused, she watched the screen door slam shut behind her son. "Honestly, that braid of his really does look like the kid in the show! But at least he knows I prefer Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi! Guess I'll let him go to the party anyway; besides, I'd hate to explain to Jonathon out back why we have unwanted company tonight." She smiled wickedly to herself thinking about the evening's plans.
~OWARI~
TRICK!!! Duo's really an Iowa farm boy? Heero's really just a dog? His parents, "Ma and Pa" are Martha and Jonathon and he thinks he is *not* Superman?!? Plus all that corn has to die! <bwahahahahah> Happy Halloween! (^_~) !
Enigma
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