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fandomsecrets2008-08-20 04:11 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2008-08-20 04:11 pm
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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --
So here you go!
PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME
Anon is on like always!
ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.
So here you go!
PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME
Anon is on like always!
ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-22 05:22 am (UTC)(link)“Au-augh!” Godai landed at Yako’s feet, but quickly clamored up. “So.” He wasn’t good with kids. Or girls. Or Yako. “Is that good?”
“Why do you care?” Yako snarled, holding her noodle bowl protectively towards her. Godai staggered back from the frightening aura.
“I don’t want it,” Godai said, holding up his hands. “You can eat it, if you want—“
“What?” she snapped, standing up. Her eyes seemed to glow red. “Are you saying it’s disgusting? Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that I always eat disgusting food?”
“No, I’m not!” Godai held his hands in front of him protectively, unconsciously assuming a pose for defense in martial arts. “Go ahead! Eat all you want!”
“Eat all I want! Eat all I want?!” she snarled, hovering over him. It must certainly be his imagination, but her hair seemed to be turning into small snakes. “Are you saying I’m fat? Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that I eat too much? That Fatty Yako eats too much?”
“Well, you’re not fat—“ Godai had no defense for the last part, though.
Her eyes suddenly turned watery. “Re-really . . . ?” She sniffed, still eating a candy bar while her tears rained down. Godai assumed a partial fetus position.
“It’s all right,” he tried to say awkwardly to the sobbing Yako.
“Lies!” she snarled, head snapping back quickly, still chewing on her food.
“I’m sorry! I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry!” Godai’s voice had assumed a very unmanly squeak. He held up his hands over his head and looked for Neuro for some saviourship.
“What? You’ve got a problem, too?” Yako snarled, staring at Neuro in the eyes. Godai felt a rush of expectation. Now would be the time that Neuro would pull out something evil and Neuro-y and finish her off. Not even this sort of weird Yako could withstand Neuro!
“I’ll be taking my leave,” Neuro said, turning around and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Wait—wait, don’t leave—“ Godai stretched his hand out helplessly. He ran away! He ran away! And left Godai with—with—
Yako hovered over him.
--
“I could not think of a suitable weapon at the time,” Neuro said, all innocent eyes. Godai, sitting on the couch, fresh from the hospital, only unhappily glared. Even worse, Yako did not seem to recall that she had acted any differently, and only muttered as she cleaned the remnants of the food from the room.
“Ahh, I wonder how Akane got covered with Chinese food,” Yako lamented, brushing the hair on the wall. “And the room’s so dirty, too.”
“If only,” Neuro said, blinking, “I could harness that Yako’s power.”
“That’s stu—“
Yako leaned over to Godai, reaching for the hair product on the table.
“I’m sorryI’msorryI’msorry!” Godai assumed a fetal pose, shielding himself from Yako.
“Did you do something to Godai?” Yako asked Neuro dryly.
“Nothing,” Neuro said, smiling, “that he could not withstand.”
“Anyway,” Godai said, trying to regain some of his masculinity by straightening out his clothes and clearing his throat away from his squeaky panic. “Did you ever find out what was wrong with Yako?”
“Yes.”
Godai waited patiently for the answer.
“Godai, it is now your responsibility to baby-sit Yako once a month.”
Godai felt himself tremble and he gripped the ends of the couch hard enough to hear something snap inside. He could feel his eyes bulge out and the sweat drip down his collar again.
“I don’t really need baby-sitting,” Yako said, turning around and smiling, “but it’ll be fun, won’t it?”
Later, when Yako questioned Neuro about why Godai ran out of the room screaming and driving his car fast enough down the street to start a small fire, Neuro would only blink and smile.