Christmas Present Fic #1
Wow. It's that close to Christmas, huh. Guess I better get rolling on these ;). I managed to write the first one today while waiting for my car's airbag to be repaired. Anything that works, I suppose. Anyways, Merry Christmas to all! Here we go!
Requested by: rosesablaze
Prompt: "Photoshoot"
Characters: Mamoru and the Shitennou
"What the fuck, man?" an urgent whisper sounded. "You're going to wake him up!"
"You know he's going to kill us for this," a familiar voice, different from the first, reasoned. "Well, he'll kill you guys. He's hardwired not to hurt me."
"If we're going down for this, you're going down with us, Princeling!" A third voice put in.
The tone of the voices surrounding him had him struggling to throw off the paralysis that held him in its' grip.
"Well," a fourth voice drawled, "It's not going to work if he's wearing those."
"Dude," Princeling said, sounding a little panicked, "I am not touching his underwear. That's a death wish, liege or no."
The chill that he had been ignoring now brought itself front and centre, and he realized that he had been stripped down to his underthings.
"We can photoshop it later," the whisperer near shouted this time, "He's going to wake up any second and this combined with the massive hangover I'm sure he's going to be having means we don't want to be in the same room with him."
"Photoshop it is, but," the fourth voice paused as if thinking, "Where are those socks of yours, Nick?"
~*~
Several days later, and halfway around the world, Michael Hunter nearly spit out his coffee after opening the Christmas Card he had just gotten from his son. On it, wearing a Santa hat, candy cane printed boxers and an odd pair of purple socks, was his son, murder in his expression. Beneath the photo were the words "Wishing you a Jolly Christmas!"
"What is it honey?" His wife asked, curious. "Is it a card from Kevin? Is he liking it out there?"
"We never should have let him go to Japan!"
The End
Requested by: rosesablaze
Prompt: "Photoshoot"
Characters: Mamoru and the Shitennou
"What the fuck, man?" an urgent whisper sounded. "You're going to wake him up!"
"You know he's going to kill us for this," a familiar voice, different from the first, reasoned. "Well, he'll kill you guys. He's hardwired not to hurt me."
"If we're going down for this, you're going down with us, Princeling!" A third voice put in.
The tone of the voices surrounding him had him struggling to throw off the paralysis that held him in its' grip.
"Well," a fourth voice drawled, "It's not going to work if he's wearing those."
"Dude," Princeling said, sounding a little panicked, "I am not touching his underwear. That's a death wish, liege or no."
The chill that he had been ignoring now brought itself front and centre, and he realized that he had been stripped down to his underthings.
"We can photoshop it later," the whisperer near shouted this time, "He's going to wake up any second and this combined with the massive hangover I'm sure he's going to be having means we don't want to be in the same room with him."
"Photoshop it is, but," the fourth voice paused as if thinking, "Where are those socks of yours, Nick?"
~*~
Several days later, and halfway around the world, Michael Hunter nearly spit out his coffee after opening the Christmas Card he had just gotten from his son. On it, wearing a Santa hat, candy cane printed boxers and an odd pair of purple socks, was his son, murder in his expression. Beneath the photo were the words "Wishing you a Jolly Christmas!"
"What is it honey?" His wife asked, curious. "Is it a card from Kevin? Is he liking it out there?"
"We never should have let him go to Japan!"
The End