Post by Sadie on Nov 12, 2009 20:00:22 GMT -5
BAAHAHAHA MY TITLES ARE SO CLEVER. -shot-
this is a fanfic for BROMANCE!
HECK YEAH!
Because Etoile and the twins are awesome bros.
Bahaha enjoy. XD
--
“Dengekiiiiii!”
The call came from somewhere below him. Leaning over, he saw the tiny yellow alien that he had come to know, and his first reaction was surprise. Why would Etoile be seeking him out?
Lounging lazily back on the couch, spread out as much as possible just to annoy anyone who wanted to sit next to him, the fish-boy grinned. “What’s up, dude?”
The little form was straining to look taller, compared to Dengeki. “You promised that you’d teach me something today, remember? Something cool, you said! Remember?” The face was so earnest, with wide blue eyes that were pooled with some kind of respect.
“Oh, right!” Dengeki leaped to his feet, startling Etoile into stumbling back. His eyes swept across the room, looking for his twin, but he knew that Unagi was probably somewhere nearby. Twin senses would do that to you. “Let’s go find Unagi!”
They had to search a few rooms, but eventually they found him, dozing off on a couch. He was almost cat-like, spilled across the couch with limbs sprawled in all directions and draped off the edge of the couch like solidified liquid. Dengeki aimed a kick at him to bring him back to consciousness. “Up! We have to teach our little bro how to be skilled!”
Unagi muttered something that sounded like a plea to be left alone, but Dengeki wasn’t having any of that. “Up! How will the kid learn to prank if he doesn’t have the masters to teach him?”
With a sigh, Unagi sat up and rubbed at his head for a second, his purple eyes sleepy. “Alright, alright, I’m up.”
Dengeki sat beside him, turning to face the yellow alien. “Okay. We-“ A pause for dramatic effect. “-are going to teach YOU-“ Another pause. “-how to prank like a pro.” The grin on his face clearly indicated that he was excited by this idea. “This is a skill that you need to know, in order to survive in this world and still be sane.”
Etoile looked dubious, but he nodded, as though determined to master this so-called-talent. “Okay. What do I need to do?”
“STEP ONE.” Unagi sat a little taller, grinning. “Know your enemy.”
“STEP TWO!” As though they’d rehearsed it, Dengeki jumped inside. “Hit them in their weak spot!”
“STEP THREE. Plan ahead!”
“STEP FOUR. Don’t get caught!”
“And that’s all you need to know!” Chorusing the finish together, they grinned at him, looking like mirror images . It was a little disconcerting.
Etoile still looked a little unsure, so Dengeki held up a hand. “We should help him perform his first prank. That way it’ll definitely be a success.”
“Good plan!” Unagi nodded, grinning. “Etoile, who’s your best friend?”
“Nalo.” The answer came immediately. Dengeki could have guessed that, anyway, but it was better to ask.
“Now tell us everything you know about Nalo,” he instructed, leaning back.
Etoile lifted an eyebrow, clearly confused, but Dengeki only waved a hand, encouraging him to continue. Shrugging, Etoile ran a hand through his hair, brushing back his antennae, and thought about it. “She, uh. . . she likes rock cakes. And she can juggle really well. And she can learn languages really easily.”
“Hold it!” Dengeki glanced at his brother to see if they were thinking the same thing. Twin telepathy struck again, and they both leaped up. “Hurry! If we work fast enough, we can have her pranked by the end of the day.”
Etoile hesitated, clearly unsure if this was a good idea, but with both twins dragging him away, he really didn’t have a choice.
--
“A masterpiece.”
“Not our best, but it will amusing.”
“She’s gonna get so mad.”
The last voice belonged to Etoile, who had been voicing such statements the entire time.
Dengeki scoffed, ruffling his hair and brushing aside the thought. “If someone doesn’t get mad, the prank isn’t successful. Understand, little guy? Besides, you did a good job, it looks totally legit!”
He was referring to the rock cake that was sitting in Etoile’s hand. Harmless-looking, really.
In the room around the corner, Nalo was preparing to relax, with a rock cake reading for feasting on and a room full of activity as various aliens played video games and chattered. The prank would have to be executed carefully, but it would be hilarious if they did so.
“Now, advance Operation Fake-Feast! Agent Smelly, report.”
“Why am I Agent Smelly?”
“Because Ynda calls you fish-face, and fish are smelly.”
“Then you should be Agent Smelly, too!”
“No way! Obviously, Agent Casanova is a better name for me.”
Etoile rolled his eyes at the bickering and moved forward to act according to plan. His job was simple. Distraction.
So he ran into the room, filling his face with excitement. “NALO! I just learned the greatest trick ever, you have to come see, come look!” Her startled expression made him feel guilty, but he continued to lead her out, chattering away as he walked into another room.
While he was out, the twins switched the plates, taking her real rock cake and running out. They knew they only had about a minute before Etoile performed his little trick and Nalo could come back, so they moved quickly and quietly, managing to act innocent enough so that none of the other aliens were alerted to their mischief.
Nalo floated back in a minute later while Etoile followed her, acting nonchalant, and the twins hid around the corner. Dengeki motioned for Etoile to join them, and, with a hasty excuse, he exited, looping around to join them as they peeked around the corner to watch what happened.
Finally able to focus on her feast, the girl lifted her rock cake to her mouth, not noticing that it was any different in her excitement to finally get to enjoy the treat. When she bit into it, however, her expression dropped, as the clay filled her mouth. Carefully molded, delicately painted, it indeed looked legit, but the taste was undoubtedly disgusting.
The clay cake dropped back onto the plate, and Nalo shot to her feet, her eyes searching out who had done such a horrible thing. It was the laughing that gave them away, as a few chuckles ran through the group and Nalo heard. Her brilliant eyes shot over to look at them, moving slowly from Unagi to Dengeki to Etoile.
When they reached the last member of the group, her eyes narrowed dangerously, as though daring her friend to take ownership of the prank. A guttural growl surfaced, and for a few moments, Etoile was actually scared of the girl.
“Hey, Etoile?”
“Yeah?”
“We forgot to tell you the last step.”
“Oh? W-what’s that?”
“If you’re caught. . .”
“RUN FOR YOUR FREAKING LIFE!”
Both twins darted away, laughing manically as they left the little yellow alien in the dust. He let out a yelp as Nalo began to advance and began to sprint after the twins, afraid for his chances of survival. As he burst out apologies and hasty explanations, he kept running, because they did nothing to soothe the girl.
As he rounded a corner, two arms grabbed him out of nowhere and lifted him up, out of sight. Dengeki and Unagi, crouched inside of the ventilation system, grinned at him, pointing silently below as Nalo turned the corner, stopped confusedly, and then stormed away, still growling.
“So?”
“How was it?”
Both twins looked at him curiously, grinning like a pair of Chesire cats. They expected him to swear off pranking for the rest of his life, but his answer startled them both.
“Can we do that again sometime?!”
this is a fanfic for BROMANCE!
HECK YEAH!
Because Etoile and the twins are awesome bros.
Bahaha enjoy. XD
--
“Dengekiiiiii!”
The call came from somewhere below him. Leaning over, he saw the tiny yellow alien that he had come to know, and his first reaction was surprise. Why would Etoile be seeking him out?
Lounging lazily back on the couch, spread out as much as possible just to annoy anyone who wanted to sit next to him, the fish-boy grinned. “What’s up, dude?”
The little form was straining to look taller, compared to Dengeki. “You promised that you’d teach me something today, remember? Something cool, you said! Remember?” The face was so earnest, with wide blue eyes that were pooled with some kind of respect.
“Oh, right!” Dengeki leaped to his feet, startling Etoile into stumbling back. His eyes swept across the room, looking for his twin, but he knew that Unagi was probably somewhere nearby. Twin senses would do that to you. “Let’s go find Unagi!”
They had to search a few rooms, but eventually they found him, dozing off on a couch. He was almost cat-like, spilled across the couch with limbs sprawled in all directions and draped off the edge of the couch like solidified liquid. Dengeki aimed a kick at him to bring him back to consciousness. “Up! We have to teach our little bro how to be skilled!”
Unagi muttered something that sounded like a plea to be left alone, but Dengeki wasn’t having any of that. “Up! How will the kid learn to prank if he doesn’t have the masters to teach him?”
With a sigh, Unagi sat up and rubbed at his head for a second, his purple eyes sleepy. “Alright, alright, I’m up.”
Dengeki sat beside him, turning to face the yellow alien. “Okay. We-“ A pause for dramatic effect. “-are going to teach YOU-“ Another pause. “-how to prank like a pro.” The grin on his face clearly indicated that he was excited by this idea. “This is a skill that you need to know, in order to survive in this world and still be sane.”
Etoile looked dubious, but he nodded, as though determined to master this so-called-talent. “Okay. What do I need to do?”
“STEP ONE.” Unagi sat a little taller, grinning. “Know your enemy.”
“STEP TWO!” As though they’d rehearsed it, Dengeki jumped inside. “Hit them in their weak spot!”
“STEP THREE. Plan ahead!”
“STEP FOUR. Don’t get caught!”
“And that’s all you need to know!” Chorusing the finish together, they grinned at him, looking like mirror images . It was a little disconcerting.
Etoile still looked a little unsure, so Dengeki held up a hand. “We should help him perform his first prank. That way it’ll definitely be a success.”
“Good plan!” Unagi nodded, grinning. “Etoile, who’s your best friend?”
“Nalo.” The answer came immediately. Dengeki could have guessed that, anyway, but it was better to ask.
“Now tell us everything you know about Nalo,” he instructed, leaning back.
Etoile lifted an eyebrow, clearly confused, but Dengeki only waved a hand, encouraging him to continue. Shrugging, Etoile ran a hand through his hair, brushing back his antennae, and thought about it. “She, uh. . . she likes rock cakes. And she can juggle really well. And she can learn languages really easily.”
“Hold it!” Dengeki glanced at his brother to see if they were thinking the same thing. Twin telepathy struck again, and they both leaped up. “Hurry! If we work fast enough, we can have her pranked by the end of the day.”
Etoile hesitated, clearly unsure if this was a good idea, but with both twins dragging him away, he really didn’t have a choice.
--
“A masterpiece.”
“Not our best, but it will amusing.”
“She’s gonna get so mad.”
The last voice belonged to Etoile, who had been voicing such statements the entire time.
Dengeki scoffed, ruffling his hair and brushing aside the thought. “If someone doesn’t get mad, the prank isn’t successful. Understand, little guy? Besides, you did a good job, it looks totally legit!”
He was referring to the rock cake that was sitting in Etoile’s hand. Harmless-looking, really.
In the room around the corner, Nalo was preparing to relax, with a rock cake reading for feasting on and a room full of activity as various aliens played video games and chattered. The prank would have to be executed carefully, but it would be hilarious if they did so.
“Now, advance Operation Fake-Feast! Agent Smelly, report.”
“Why am I Agent Smelly?”
“Because Ynda calls you fish-face, and fish are smelly.”
“Then you should be Agent Smelly, too!”
“No way! Obviously, Agent Casanova is a better name for me.”
Etoile rolled his eyes at the bickering and moved forward to act according to plan. His job was simple. Distraction.
So he ran into the room, filling his face with excitement. “NALO! I just learned the greatest trick ever, you have to come see, come look!” Her startled expression made him feel guilty, but he continued to lead her out, chattering away as he walked into another room.
While he was out, the twins switched the plates, taking her real rock cake and running out. They knew they only had about a minute before Etoile performed his little trick and Nalo could come back, so they moved quickly and quietly, managing to act innocent enough so that none of the other aliens were alerted to their mischief.
Nalo floated back in a minute later while Etoile followed her, acting nonchalant, and the twins hid around the corner. Dengeki motioned for Etoile to join them, and, with a hasty excuse, he exited, looping around to join them as they peeked around the corner to watch what happened.
Finally able to focus on her feast, the girl lifted her rock cake to her mouth, not noticing that it was any different in her excitement to finally get to enjoy the treat. When she bit into it, however, her expression dropped, as the clay filled her mouth. Carefully molded, delicately painted, it indeed looked legit, but the taste was undoubtedly disgusting.
The clay cake dropped back onto the plate, and Nalo shot to her feet, her eyes searching out who had done such a horrible thing. It was the laughing that gave them away, as a few chuckles ran through the group and Nalo heard. Her brilliant eyes shot over to look at them, moving slowly from Unagi to Dengeki to Etoile.
When they reached the last member of the group, her eyes narrowed dangerously, as though daring her friend to take ownership of the prank. A guttural growl surfaced, and for a few moments, Etoile was actually scared of the girl.
“Hey, Etoile?”
“Yeah?”
“We forgot to tell you the last step.”
“Oh? W-what’s that?”
“If you’re caught. . .”
“RUN FOR YOUR FREAKING LIFE!”
Both twins darted away, laughing manically as they left the little yellow alien in the dust. He let out a yelp as Nalo began to advance and began to sprint after the twins, afraid for his chances of survival. As he burst out apologies and hasty explanations, he kept running, because they did nothing to soothe the girl.
As he rounded a corner, two arms grabbed him out of nowhere and lifted him up, out of sight. Dengeki and Unagi, crouched inside of the ventilation system, grinned at him, pointing silently below as Nalo turned the corner, stopped confusedly, and then stormed away, still growling.
“So?”
“How was it?”
Both twins looked at him curiously, grinning like a pair of Chesire cats. They expected him to swear off pranking for the rest of his life, but his answer startled them both.
“Can we do that again sometime?!”
