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The Small J Estate: A Ren Story |
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Contains Hints, HINTS, of YAOI
really--its just a little fluff at the end. Shounen-ai, really.
PG-13 for foul words. Reno and Ren have dirty mouths
Enjoy!
IF you DON'T like YAOI DON'T read it! IF you are underaged---DON'T read it, If it is illegal where you live---DON'T read it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and DON'T Report me because YOU didn't read the warnings!
The sun shone brightly through the bay window of the J estate. Ronin Warriors trained dutifully in the back yard, laughing occasionally at the antics of Eward and Alfonse Elric. The owner of this large estate sat perched upon a beanbag throne, laptop open before her. Small J smiled once more, clacking away at the IM open on the screen, chuckling at the sounds floating from the next room over.
Looks like they stopped fighting, she thought. One room over Quatre and Trowa Barton seemed to be quite over their quarrel and were now, contently, making it up to each other. J once more looked to the screen.
Js_bitch_houSE: of course I’ll take the assignment When have I never??
Teachers_rUs: Good---I’l fax over the rules. Enjoy without pissing any of yor tennents off, K
Js_bitch_houSE: Right right ^.^; I’ll be sure to pick someone tame. Or tamable hahahaha
Teachers_rUs has logged off [10:42 pm]
Small J laughed once more as she printed her assignment information. It was a simple assignment, really.
Take a picture of someone, Anime Manga Film Real life, and create another character “inspired” by them. Make them different, but recognizable. Easy!
Small J sat down with her book of tenants to pick out a picture. Small J ran a large estate open to anyone who could pay. Infused with magyk, the home could extend into alter dimensions instead of the gardens. Being a witch had its perks, you know. Rooms were created to the specifications of its tenants, and could change on a thought. Again—being a witch ROCKED! Only 8 permanent rooms existed on the real grounds. Those were reserved for Small J herself and 7 renters. (It didn’t bode well to rent to drifters).
As the sun filtered down to a mere twilight, J found her target and began to draw. It was around midnight that she finished. It was also then that Reno sauntered into her work room. J smiled as she hooked the scanner to her laptop.
“Yo,” Reno started, noticing her sketch, “Who’s that? He’s not going to live here, right?”
Small J laughed at her first permanent housemate. “No,” she said, “Teacher is taking him.”
Reno smirked, eyes glinting with curiosity, as he slid beside his landlord on the small beanbag. Reading the fax from over her shoulder, the red head's smirk grew. “You picked me, huh?”
J pecked his cheek, “Yep,” she said. Pecking the other she added “For Rude.” (The Turk nodded) “Alright, here we scan.” With that, J hit the ‘scan’ button on her magyk scanner. Bright lights lit the darkened room. When the shadows once more overtook the dim room, the occupants stared at the new creation.
Silver hair popped oddly from the hair wrap/bun atop the boy’s head, as flowing bangs melted around a gentle face. Slight eyes pierced the room, looking threatening and, strangely, calming in vibrant orange.
“********” mumbled the stunned Turk
“Holy ********.” J added, circling her “baby”.
“Could you stop circling, its kinda freakin’ me out, yo.” It said, voicing slithering itself around J’s ears. “And its Ren, not Holy ********, dude.”
Reno laughed, throwing his head back on the beanbag.
“What are you laughing at, Pasty?” snarled Ren. Grabbing the edges of the bag, Ren pulled, leaving the green-eyed fighter sprawled on the hard wood. Dropping the bag to the floor, Ren lounged contently, saying “That’s what you get for laughing, ********!”
“You did NOT just take my chair!” cried out the outraged red-head.
“actually, it was my chair…” mumbled J as she watched her creation fight, well, itself. (he WAS modeled after Reno)
“I would TO kick your a**! I’d hand it to you on a plate!” Reno yelled, “Now, give back MY CHAIR!”
Small J would have found the whole OOC situation funny, had the two NOT been fighting over her beanbag.
“LIKE HELL!” shouted Ren, eyes flashing brighter in anger.
“You know what I think of you!?” demanded the Turk
“what?!”
“ I think…I think…” Reno proceeded to throw himself Ren’s lap, hugging the mans shoulders, “That you are so ******** COOL! Can we keep him, please?” Reno looked pleadingly at his landlord, pouting slightly. Before she could respond, Rude strode in.
Small J watched once more in horror as Rude’s eye began to twitch behind dark shades. (that’s one hell of a twitch!)
“uuummm….Hi?” Tried Reno, looking at his obviously jealous lover.
And somewhere in the world, the sun was rising on Teacher, as she laughed at her ignorant student. scream
 cherub_Shagami · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 03:14am · 1 Comments |
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