We're BAAAAAAAAACK...... Hello, people, Aeanagwen here! Celleri and I (banes of Nakago's fanfictional existance) have been at it again. This particular story was written in response to a Love Letter fic challenge. An FY character gets an anonymous love letter--go from there. This fic isn't finished yet, but here's the first part.
Warnings? Language, desired shonen ai, and some very sick humor. No spoilers in it yet.
Love Letters - Chapter 1
*Dear Nakago-sama,
by Aeanagwen and Celleri
I'm writing to tell you that I*
"No no no. Wrong wrong wrong! That won't work!" Tomo sighed in frustration, balling up the paper and tossing it into the rapidly growing
pile behind him. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his unbound hair, scrubbing one weary hand over his pale face that, due to the fact that it was
well into the night, was clean of makeup.
Author Interlude:
The authors drooled all over the keyboard.
"Well, that certainly didn't take long," Aeanagwen commented, wiping her chin and sponging up the saliva on the desk. "I meant to keep this serious
longer."
"One, it's one of our fics. Two, Tomo's not wearing his makeup. You expected to keep it serious?!" Celleri continued drawing. "I continued
drawing hotties, except they don't look right because I suck and I can't draw for crap and--"
HWANG! "Would you knock that off?!"
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh...." Celleri whined.
Story:
*Dear Nakago,
There's something I wish to tell you that I have wanted to say for*
"ARGH!!!" Tomo ripped the letter into shreds, tossing them into the air, and burying his head in his arms. "Why do I even
bother?" he mumbled. "He's
never going to love me. He doesn't love anyone. I don't have a chance."
And, whimpering several other such pitiful things to himself ("LIES!" the authors screamed. "We'll make him love you if it
KILLS him, Tomo!"), the
illusionist drifted off to sleep.
After a few moments of silence, a slight rustling noise sounded. The masses of discarded love letters twitched as a small animal made its way through the
vast expanse of paper. A small green snake slithered around the room, looking over the assembled failed attempts with a critical eye. Finally, it found one it liked. With something that looked
suspiciously like a serpentine smirk, the reptile opened its mouth and clamped its jaws around
the selected letter. With a flash of green sparkles, it vanished, leaving Tomo to his dreams--which were about to become much, much more real.
In Heaven:
"I could do this! YEAH, I could do this! HEY SUZAKU! C'mere, man, I need your help!"
Suzaku flapped over. "Yah?"
"Okay, see, I need you to help me write a love letter."
"A love letter? Genbu, I KNOW what ya do at nights; I AIN'T helping ya write any love letters!"
"NO NO NO! It's not for me this time! We're messing with the mortals!"
Suzaku looked interested. "Okay, now ya got my attention. Who're we writin' it for?"
"You know Seiryuu's seishi?" Genbu said slowly, well aware that Suzaku and Seiryuu weren't--on the best of terms now, to
put things mildly.
"What about 'em?" The younger god looked wary.
"Know Tomo?"
"Yeah, that poor guy. I heard you yellin' at Seiryuu 'bout neglectin' him and the other two."
"Okay, well you know how Tomo loves Nakago?"
"Yea---...OOOOOooooh, okay. I gotcha, I gotcha. So whaddya need help with?" A manic gleam lit Suzaku's red eyes.
Genbu smiled. "How do I start?"
Suzaku rolled his eyes and grabbed at the paper. "What's this?"
"Tomo tried writing one. That's what he started with."
"Oh. Man, did he do this wrong. That's whatcha get when ya serve the god of
War and Neglectful Parenting. Ass. Okay, lemme see that pen."
In Kutou:
Nakago looked up as a letter was shoved into his room. Striding over, he swung open the door. A small green snake stared up at him. Cheap plastic
wings were taped to its back; a small sign around its neck read, "Minion of Seiryuu."
Silence stretched out. The snake finally looked down at the letter, then back up at the blond, who was still staring at it.
"What?" it asked, in a
Brooklyn accent, strangely enough. "Ya don' know whatta do wit' a letta? Do what ya Gad tells ya ta
do, ya putz."
Nakago looked at it strangely. Not taking his eyes off of it, he reached down and picked up the letter. Satisfied, the snake nodded, and, with a
faint green shine artfully masked by a small cloud of grey-blue smoke, disappeared. Raising a golden eyebrow, Nakago went back into his room.
In Heaven:
"You sure he'll fall for it?" Genbu asked anxiously, watching Nakago in Taiitsu-kun's giant mirror.
The Creator herself sat in a recliner floating in midair. "Finally, something good on!" she cackled, kicking back and grabbing a handful of
popcorn as she took a long drag on a cigar.
Suzaku shot Genbu a glare. "A 'course he'll fall for it! Who d'ya think you're talkin' to?"
Genbu looked at him for a moment, muttering something about flowery sap, big fluffy pillows, fat persian cats and pink cotton candy.
"What was that?!" Suzaku demanded. "Oi, I don't have ta be helpin' ya at all!"
The older god gave him a distracted look. "Yes, you do," he shot back. "Don't think I won't tell Seiryuu that it was YOUR fault he had to rip out
three of his scales to pay you off in that card game you cheated in; you know he can beat you up, and don't think I won't tell Byakko, either, because you
know he'll tell EVERYBODY..."
Suzaku glared at him, then went back to watching as Nakago began to open the letter.
In Kutou:
The envelope was a very pale gold. Nakago turned it over, handling it as one might a package that would explode if moved too quickly.
Author Interlude:
The authors cackled. "Oh, it's going to explode, all right," Aeanagwen murmured.
"All OVER your blond ass!" Celleri pealed.
Kutou:
Finally, bracing himself, Nakago slid one finger under the flap and opened the letter. The faint scent of some exotic perfume wafted up into the air,
making Nakago sneeze. He managed to keep it off of the letter (most of it anyway), and thought to
himself how glad he was that no one had been around
to see that.
He'd missed the camera flash while he was sneezing. Snickering to himself, Suboshi darted away from the window and out into town to hawk the copies he'd
be making.
Author Interlude:
"We all know he's a con-artist at heart," Celleri said. Celleri has a very high respect for all great artists.
"Such a cute little extortionist!" Aeanagwen cooed.
Heaven:
"He SNEEZED! DAMMIT, Suzaku, how romantic is that?!"
"Trust me."
Nakago's room:
Nakago batted at the air, trying to get the smell away from him. It reminded him of the flowers his mother used to grow.
Author Interlude:
"I'm letting you do this," Celleri said, looking up from her fanart for the fic. "You know I can't write--" She looked at the last sentence and slapped
her forehead. "Okay, I'm just gonna shut up and not say anything for as long as it takes you to finish."
Aeanagwen flushed. "I'll try to restrain myself this time," she promised.
Celleri went back to drawing.
Nakago's room:
He's always been allergic to those flowers. But the scent nonetheless brought back the memory of happier times in his past. Something about it put
him at ease. He unfolded the letter.
Heaven:
"Geez, what did you do to that perfume, drug it?"
"Just watch."