23 Jun 2002
Well I of course had to drag down the majesty that was Rev's bit....
While the others pondered their fate of snogging, groping and trying to remember to find Trowa, the scene changes over to a rather ornate room with a grumbling person sitting in it.
"It's about damn time, don't you think?" The pale, old hippie said.
"Oi! Who are you calling an old hippie?" Quinze yelled skyward.
"Sorry!" the narrator said.
Quinze snorted and returned to his desk to stare at a picture. He sighed. "You will never know how much I care about you," he spoke to the picture of the lovely longhaired man. He placed the picture on the desk in front of him, and closed his eyes picturing the object of his desire, naked and waiting for him. With a slight moan, Quinze began to lightly touch himself ...
"Okay," the writer said, "Now I object. I have no desire to squick myself or the yaoi loving audience with the vision of YOU naked and wanking off."
"Look everyone has gotten some nookie in this piece EXCEPT ME!" Quinze growled, angry that the self-inserted author was making him lose his ... um ... enthusiasm.
"Not true! Trowa whom everyone is suppose to be wanting to hump has been left more frustrated than a thanksgiving turkey at a weenie roast."
"What the hell does that mean?" Quinze pondered.
"I don't know. In any case, you are not the only one not getting his groove on."
"Can we get back to the story? You're killing the mood here."
The author snorted, "Okay, whatever, I'm fading out of the scene ... NOW!"
Quinze looked lovingly back at the picture of the man he wanted more than anything. "Maybe after I sacrifice that Trowa person and give Treize his comeuppance, you'll find the time to be mine ... Legolas."
"Whoa! I didn't see that one coming," the writer mumbled.
"No one got to see me coming at all. And pipe down you!" Quinze grumbled.
Meanwhile, Trowa was feeling rather frustrated himself. He was holding the famed "Get out of hell free" card that Duo possessed. Duo and Quatre were still wrestling on the ground, and despite his trying to get their attention, Trowa felt a little ignored and a little bit something else. Watching the two fallen angels writhing against each other was making the overly warm atmosphere just a touch hotter.
Trowa glared skyward, "You're getting your jollies off of this aren't you?" he asked slightly irritated.
"Well," the writer/narrator said. "Maybe a little. Hopefully the next writer will let you have some fun."
End of Part 36
Apologies for bad puns and near squicky situations .... um...
NEXT!
(:./babaca/rr36)
