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To Badly Kiss
Trowa and Quatre were celebrating a bad Valentine's Day together. Trowa had cooked a hot dinner and they ate on a beach by candlelight.
"My darling," Quatre said, stroking Trowa's head, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Trowa. "It is but a cold token of my light love."
Trowa opened the box. Inside was a blessed vibro! He gazed at it stupidly. Then he gazed at Quatre stupidly. "It's wonderful," Trowa said. "Come here and let me kiss you."
Just then, a powerful crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a fall of silk. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a bloody voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Quatre read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other gently as the crone cackled some more. Trowa's hand began to tremble. Then Quatre shrugged, pulled out a pillow, and hit the crone on her buttocks. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Trowa said and kissed Quatre coldly. "This is a great Valentine's Day!"
They dreamily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
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(Anonymous) 2005-09-25 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)Sample :
To Badly Kiss
Trowa and Quatre were celebrating a bad Valentine's Day together. Trowa had cooked a hot dinner and they ate on a beach by candlelight.
"My darling," Quatre said, stroking Trowa's head, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Trowa. "It is but a cold token of my light love."
Trowa opened the box. Inside was a blessed vibro! He gazed at it stupidly. Then he gazed at Quatre stupidly. "It's wonderful," Trowa said. "Come here and let me kiss you."
Just then, a powerful crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a fall of silk. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a bloody voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Quatre read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other gently as the crone cackled some more. Trowa's hand began to tremble. Then Quatre shrugged, pulled out a pillow, and hit the crone on her buttocks. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Trowa said and kissed Quatre coldly. "This is a great Valentine's Day!"
They dreamily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they kissed each other all night long.