This is an outtake from "Caught!"
Zechs's paddle found Heero's bare ass and he was rewarded with a visible wince and the delightful sound of wood against flesh. "You were saying, Heero?" he asked softly. Heero's mumbled reply of, "Nan demo nai," left him free to turn back to Wilmington's newest student... and the boy Zechs had been plotting to punish almost as much as he plotted to punish the other four... more since his talk with Treize this afternoon. Since he seemed stunned, Zechs quickly unfastened his trousers and pulled down the soft material along with his underwear and bent him. "Grab your ankles," he ordered Wufei tersely, "and wait your turn."
Wufei obediently assumed the position, shivering fearfully before his drunken mind was distracted by an... unusual sight.
"What are you?" he asked the little creature that walked up to face him nose-to-nose as he hunched over, grabbing his ankles firmly.
"I'm Unico!" the baby unicorn answered in a hideously cute/cheerful voice.
"Cut!" Zechs called, frightening Unico away. "Wufei, you're supposed to be worrying over the paddling to come, not talking to the animals you conjure up in your drunken imagination!"
"Aw! But it was our turn to do a cameo next!" the Teletubbies cried, dancing jigs around Heero, who had turned an appalling shade of green.
"What kind of alcohol were you guys drinking, anyway?" Duo groused. "I think you're taking your roles a little too seriously. Not that I get to do anything in this story besides sleep anyway. I think I need to have a talk with those fic writers."
"Not now!" Zechs snapped. "Can we just finish the scene, please? I really want to just get this over with so I can go home and have a nice, long bubble bath and catch up on my soaps."
"And I don't want to miss 'Karaoke with William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy,'" Trowa added.
"Everybody just shut the f*@# up, and let's finish this!" Quatre yelled.
"Easy for you to say, you perverted little heathen," Duo said. "You don't have to pretend to be asleep while Zechs beats you. I don't know how I get in these stories, anyway. I don't really have time for this, between choir practice every Wednesday, and trying to prepare my Sunday School lessons..."
"Back to work!!!" the fic writers howled, and all the characters jumped fearfully - you never knew what those writers would come up with next - and got back down to business.
End Outtake #1
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