23 October 2000
Category: Theme, Shounen Ai, possible a little OOC, Weird, Maybe Scary...
Rating: PG
Pairings: 3+4/4+3, eventually 1+2
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This is for fun and enjoyment, no money is being made. Please don't sue me, as I am poor.
Feedback: Yes please. All flames received will be used to light the fire under my ass and get me to write more fics that are against your liking, so there.
NOTES: I don't own the title... it was a movie... so I took it! Hah! The titles mentioned and the scary story I use do not belong to me... damn...
"Um, guys..."
Duo and Heero stopped their wrestling match to look at the Arab. Quatre just pointed to the window behind the chair.
Outlined by the falling snow, a shadowy figure stood looking into the small cabin. Duo gulped and pulled himself to hide behind Heero. Quatre followed suit by hiding (once again) behind his tall lover.
"What that fuck is that?" Duo asked, trying to control his shaking.
As quickly as it had appeared the apparition was gone. Leaving in its passing an eerie silence and wary eyed teens.
"Hn. It was probably a trick of the snow and your stupid ghost story, Maxwell..." Wufei said, glaring at the boy who was now trying to get back to his chair.
"Well, saw-ri! Not my story anyway! Heero picked it out!" Duo said, sticking his tongue out at Wufei.
Wufei turned to glare at the now glaring pilot. "You?"
"So."
Wufei shrugged, and took his seat on the rug.
Heero smirked slightly, then handed a packet of papers to Trowa. "Read this."
"Duo?" Quatre called, "We're about to start another story..." 'I only hope this one isn't as scary...' Quatre shivered.
Trowa began to read, "A long time ago way off in the high piney woods lived a fellow all alone," he read dramatically, adding just the right tone to the story. "He lived in a one-room log cabin. There was a big old fireplace, and that is where this fellow cooked his supper to eat it right in front of the fire.
"One night, after the fellow had cooked and ate his supper, somethin crept through the cracks of the cabin logs. That somethin was the most peculiar such thing the fellow ever saw. And it has a *great, big, long tail.*
"As soon as the fellow saw that somethin with its *great, big, long tail,* he reached for his axe. With a swoopin strike with it, he cut the somethin's tail clean off. The peculiar such thing crept away through the cracks between the logs, and was gone."
"Hey anyone got any scissors? I'm gonna have me a *great, big, long tail*... OF MAXWELL'S HAIR!!!!" Wufei said, cackling evil as he advanced on Duo.
"Stay away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo screamed, trying to get away, the cast making it near impossible.
"Sit down, Wufei..." Heero said. Once the Chinese boy'd sat (grumbling to himself about baka onna wanna be's and their protectors), Heero motioned for Trowa to continue.
"... This fellow, like he had no sense," he looked at Wufei with his visible eye but continued to read, "he cooked the *great, big, long tail.* Yes, he did.. It tasted sweet and he ate it. Goodness! And then he went to bed, and in a little while he went off to sleep.
"The fellow hadn't been asleep very long before he woke right up again. He heard somethin climbin up the side of his cabin. It sounded mighty like a cat. He could hear it scratchin and tearin away. And pretty soon he heard it say, *'Tailypo, tailypo. Give me back my tailypo.'*
"Now the fellow livin there all alone did have some dogs. Big one was Best, and the other two slight ones was All Right and Fair. And when that fellow heard somethin, he called his dogs, 'Yuh! Dawgs! Come on!' like that. And his dogs come flyin out from under the cabin. And they chased the peculiar such thing away down a far piece. Then this fellow went back to bed. He went to sleep.
"It was deep in the middle of the next night when the fellow woke up. He heard somethin by his front door tryin to get in. He listened hard, and he could hear it scratchin and tearin away. And he heard it say, *'Tailypo, tailypo. Give me back my tailypo.'*
"Fellow sat up in his bed. He called his dogs, 'Yuh! You, Best, you, All Right, you, Fair, come on in!' like that. And the dogs busted around the corner. And they caught up with the peculiar such thing at the gate and they about broke they own tails tryin to catch it. This time they chased what it was down into the big hollow there. And the fellow, well, he went back to bed and sleep.
"It was way long toward mornin, the fellow woke up and he hears somethin down in the big swamp. He had to listen. He heard it say, *'You know you got it. I know you know. Give me back my tailypo.'*
"The man sat up in bed. He called his dogs, 'You, Best, you, All Right, and you, Fair. Yuh! Come on in here!'
"Well, this time, the dogs never come. The thing down in the hollow musta carried them off in there. It musta eaten the first one, says, *'That's best.'* It eaten the other two, says, *'That ain't but all right and fair.'*
"And the fellow went back to be. Don't see how he could sleep again. But he didn't know how bad off his dogs was by then.
"Well, it was just daybreak. The fellow was awake. Scared, he didn't know why. Musta heard somethin. Somethin right there with him in the room. It sounded like a cat climbin up the covers at the foot of the bed. He listened. He could hear it, scratchin and tearin away.
"The fellow look at the foot of his bed. He's seein two pointy ears comin up over the edge of the bed. In another minute, he's seein two big, scary-red eyeballs lookin straight at him. He can't say nothin. He can't scream, he's too scared to death.
"That peculiar such thing at the foot of the bed kept on creepin up, creepin up. By and by, it was right on top of the fellow. And it said in his face in a real low voice, *'Tailypo, tailypo. Give me back my tailypo.'*
"That man loses his voice, loses his power of speech. But finally, he can say it. Says, 'I hasn't got it. I hasn't got your tailypo!'
"And that somethin that was there, that peculiar such thing, says right back, *'Yes, you has!'* It jumped on that fellow and it was fierce. Its big teeth tore at him, made him ribbons. They say it got it's tailypo back.
"Fellow's cabin fall to ruin. It rot. It crumble and it disappear. Nothin left to it in the big woods but the place where it was.
"And the folks that live near that place say that deep in the night, when the moon is goin down and the wind blows across the place just right, you can hear some peculiar such thing callin, *'Tailypo, tailypo...'* like that. And then, the sound of it do just fade away with the moonlight. Like it never even ever was."
Trowa concluded by looking at each pilot as he spoke the last words.
Quatre looked as his tall lover. He was pale and his eyes were wide. "Gee, Trowa, y-you tell stories real well..." his face began to regain color and he glomped onto his koi.
Duo just sat there looking at the normally stoic and silent boy while petting his braid. "Yeah, Tro, that was really well told... you ever made the dialect sound convincing..." Duo said, slightly in awe of the acting talent tall, brawn, and silent possessed.
"Are we just gonna sit around and tell stories all night?" Wufei asked, sound tired of the 'Halloween Fun'.
"That was the plan," Heero said.
"What other stories you got, Hee-chan?" Duo asked, bouncing in his seat... well trying to.
"'Hee-chan'?" Heero asked. Duo shrugged. Sighing Heero looked through the pages he had printed off. "I've got some others... some ones by a really odd American author... he was a poet too so even the stories have lots of poetic devices in them..."
Duo just blinked at him. He looked at Quatre, "Hey, Q, got anything *good* to drink?" He said, winking at the blond.
Quatre smiled, "Sure Duo, I've got something I was saving for a special occasion... I'll get it..." he said, getting up and trekking toward the kitchen. He returned with 2 bottles of... something. Looking at the bottles he said, "We've got... Sake... Tequila.... where'd that come from?"
"Someone left it on the porch..." Heero said, smirking. "I brought it in..."
"Oh..." Quatre said, then frowned. "Who'd be wandering around in this storm... with a bottle of Tequila?" He looked at the others who shrugged.
"Keeps ya warm..." Duo said, eyeing the bottle. He pouted when Quatre got up and put the Tequila back in the kitchen.
"Ok, I got some Red Wine... I hope that is acceptable...?" He said, coming back into the room with said bottle. "What time is it?"
"It's only nine..." Trowa said, "We've got plenty of time."
"Hn. I've got the next story," Heero said, smirking.
"I'm tired of stories..." Duo said, frowning and looking particularly bored. "Why can't we do anything fun?"
"Like what, Maxwell?" Wufei said, "You said it yourself... we can't go 'Trick or Treating'... what would you like to do?"
"I dunno... wanna play strip poker or something?" Duo asked, looking hopeful.
"If we do play any games, it won't be strip poker... too crude..." Heero said.
Duo was about to say something when they heard a tap on the window. Duo froze, as unmoving as a statue. Duo began to turn to look at the window, turning ever so slowly.
All looked at the window to see...
Nothing. There was no one there.
"It's not even the fucking witching hour yet and already there's a fucking ghost running around trying to scare us!!!!" Duo said, or rather screamed. "I've had enough... let's move into a room with no windows or I'm gonna go hide under my covers!"
They all agreed to move to the den, the 'Game Room'.
"Ok, look it's what? Nine fifteen? We've got two hours and forty-five minutes till midnight? That's when all the weird shit happens on All Hallow's Eve so I suggest, if no one wants to stay up to be grated with all the ghouls and goblins that they go to bed around eleven..." Duo said, his face white.
Quatre and Trowa looked at one another. "Fine by us."
Wufei shrugged, "Fine. Not like it makes any difference to me..."
"Hn."
"So what do we do till then?" Quatre asked.
"I dunno, Q, you come up with the game." Duo said, rubbing his eyes.
"Hmmmm..." Quatre took a moment to think, "How 'bout 'I've Never'?"
Trowa shrugged. Heero just sat there. Wufei looked like he was going into cardiac arrest. And Duo smiled.
"Ok... that's a good game... How do we start?" he asked, a cute frown of incomprehension on his face.
"Ok... basically... each person has a shot glass... We go around in a circle and people say something like 'I've never... ate tuna' or something like that... anything basically. The people who have done that thing drink down their shot. Get it?" Quatre sad, smiling broadly.
"Sounds fun!" Duo said.
Soon five boys sat around a card table...
END Part 2
What'd ya think? I think eventually this is gonna get really stupid cause I can never carry a plot through... *sweatdrops* Oh well as long as it is a fic! ^_^ And you read it!
(:./willow/snow2)
