| Pokemon Conclave: Moulin Azure
© 1999-2001 Willow McCall “Sora! Soooooraaaa!” Bang bang bang. “You home?” A blue-haired, blue-eyed face strikingly similar to Sora’s greeted Aoife, Ermynne, Petra, Ruari, and Aidan at the door, but they all knew it wasn’t Sora. “Hi, guys,” Sora’s twin sister Raven said. “Sora’s taking a shower…SORA!” she called up the stairs. “IT’S AOIFE!” “Aoife?” they could hear Sora’s voice calling back, from upstairs. Aoife grinned at the sound of her friend’s voice. “Well, what’s taking you so long, Raven? Send her in!” Raven did just that, and she led the five into the living room, where Ferio Crawford was already sitting cross-legged on the sofa. She recognized her friends and smiled in spite of herself, and immediately stood up to welcome them. “Well, if it isn’t Aphid and the Ladybugs.” Somewhat reluctantly she hugged every one of their visitors in turn, making sure that neither Petra nor Aidan tried to cop a feel. “Good to see you all. How ya been?” “We’ve been just great, Ferio,” Ruari said sincerely, and they had. “AOIFE!” a shrill voice suddenly broke in, and they all turned to see their old friend Sora Starling standing in the living room entrance, sporting wet hair and a bathrobe. Aoife was the first to run to hug her, followed by the rest. Ermynne was not so enthusiastic. “Okay, happy people, happy reunion, happy friends…UNHAPPY Ermynne carrying all the happy people’s LUGGAGE!” “Sorry, Ermynne,” Sora said, dashing over to take the luggage. “Here, let me…” “I think not.” Ferio dashed over in the next second and laid hold of the bags before Sora could. “You sit down, Sora. I’ll take the bags up to their rooms.” “Thanks, Ferio,” Sora said, smiling gratefully at her cousin before sitting with her friends in the living room. “So, guys! How are you all? By the way, I’m so sorry for being so unprepared, I wasn’t expecting you so soon…but now that you’re here, well!” “Not a problem, Sora,” Petra said, an odd smile on her face. That was when Sora noticed her robe wasn’t all the way fastened, and she closed it quickly, unable to stop the flush creeping up her neck. “Anyway,” Ruari said, discreetly poking Petra in the arm, “been a long time, hasn’t it?” “Three years,” Aoife said. “Maybe four.” “So you’re sixteen now, Aoife?” Raven, who had been flitting in and out of the kitchen getting something for the guests to drink, now stopped and paused to chat a while. “Yup,” Aoife said. “And I got my driver’s license last month, which was actually kinda unnecessary…I mean, we traveled all over Kanto, Johto…everywhere without a car. But me not getting the license would be just another thing Fawn has over me.” She rolled her eyes. “So how is the little Nazi?” Sora laughed. “To use Ruari’s not-so-affectionate name for her.” “She’s fine. Modeling career going great, so I’ve heard.” Another eye roll. “Now she’s doing some commercials for Oddish Essences shampoo.” “And how about…” The reminiscing continued on thusly for a while, even after Ferio came down to join them, and she and Sora learned how their old traveling companions were getting along now. Aoife and Ermynne were now living in Pallet (albeit not together, but still on friendly enough terms), with Ruari and Petra on Turquoise Island not a day’s trip over sea away, in a little place not too far from the waterfall where they first found each other. Aidan was now nineteen and in Pewter City, working at the museum. Raven fixed a lunch for the eight of them. In between bites of fruit salad Aoife asked, “So, what’s there to do around town? I mean, just being here is great, but what’s a bunch of girls—and one guy—to do for entertainment here?” “Well…” Sora thought about it. “There’s a new nightclub just opened up, buuuut…it seems more like Petra’s fare, if you know what I mean.” “A lesbian bar?” “Nope. Strip club.” Ferio grinned. “Well, I wasn’t going to tell them, but since you mentioned it…” Ermynne raised her eyebrows suggestively in Aoife’s direction. “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’d be up for it. What do you say?” “Sure!” Petra said a little too enthusiastically. “I mean, yes, that might be, um, fun.” She coughed, noticing the look Ruari was giving her. “Hell, why not,” Ruari agreed. “I don’t know about this…” Aidan, despite being four years and a few girlfriends older than when he had traveled with Aoife, still wasn’t quite used to things like…well, things like strip clubs. “Neither do I,” Aoife said quickly. “Unless there are boys also going to be dancing…I wouldn’t mind that…” “AOIFE?” “What? Aren’t I allowed to think dirty thoughts like everyone else seems to be?” Ferio just shook her head. “So our little Aoifykins is growing up after all.” “Oh yeah,” Sora added, “and it’s, um, amateur night tomorrow. So I’ve heard.” “And how would you know about that, Sora?” Ferio asked. Sora had no answer to that except to look down and push around her fruit salad. “Amateur night?” Aoife brightened visibly. “So we could dance too?” “Now, hold on a second…” Aidan said, but his protests were lost in the other girls’ excitement. “You know,” Ruari said, “it’s always been my…I dunno, kind of secret fantasy to be a stripper.” “Figures,” Ferio said, and Ruari grinned. “So where is this place, anyway?” Ermynne asked. “Not too far. Corner of Tern Street and Pinnacle Boulevard, isn’t it, Raven?” “Uh-huh.” “You seem to know a lot about this place, Sora…” Ferio said. “Sure you’ve never been?” “Okay, okay…I looked in once,” Sora admitted. “But that was during the day when the strippers weren’t there, which absolves me of all charges. So do you guys want to…?” “Yeah!” came the resounding answer of Ermynne, Aoife, Ruari, and Petra. “Me?” Aidan practically squeaked. “Why not?” Ferio said, poking him teasingly in the side. “Come on, Casper, loosen up a little.” “Fine,” Aidan said, grinning wickedly at Ferio. “I’ll dance…if YOU dance too.” “Uh-uh. No way. Count me out of this. I’m not about to parade around in lingerie in front of a bunch of dirty old men. I’m staying in the audience on this one, buddy.” “Okay,” Aidan said, leaning back in his chair and looking somewhat relieved. “Then I’m not dancing either.” “Aw, come on, Aid—“ “No.” “Fine. So what do you guys want to do? Should we each pick a song, or…? How will this work?” “Hey, wait…” Ruari looked around at the group. “There are five of us that want to dance, right? Me, Sora, Petra, Ermynne, and Aoife. Yeah?” The other four nodded. “I have the perfect piece, and we can all do it together. Come on, I’ll show you.” Ruari ran upstairs. “Where you going, Ro?” “To get the CD.” “Um. Okay.” *** “MOULIN AZURE,” said the sign, lit up in electric blue underneath the windmill, which constantly turned on the roof of the building. “This is it?” Aidan said, for the second time during the visit his voice almost rising to a squeak. “Yup,” Sora said, marching in with more confidence than would have been expected of someone who had only been there once. “See? Amateur’s night,” she said, pointing to a sign on the door. As they walked in, Aoife, Ermynne, Petra, and Ruari were still quibbling over parts. “No, I want the first part. You can take that part,” Aoife said, pointing to a spot on the script. “Sora’s singing the first verse,” Ruari said. “Aren’t you, Sora?” “What? Oh…sure.” Sora wasn’t paying attention, she was focusing on where they were supposed to go. “Um, ma’am?” As Aidan and Ferio took their places in the audience, Sora approached a woman in a revealing strapless gown. “Where do the amateurs go?” The woman pointed them in the right direction, and Sora thanked her, while Petra tried (unsuccessfully, thanks to Ruari) to look down the woman’s dress. “Okay, so you’re singing this and I’m singing that…what’s Petra gonna do?” “I get the announcer’s part,” Petra said. “Naturally.” “So Aoife’s taking this second part,” Ruari explained, showing Aoife where her part was on the script as Sora led them backstage, “Sora sings the very first bit, and I get the last part, which leaves Ermynne with…the rap section.” She looked at Ermynne. “You don’t mind, do you?” “Not at all,” Ermynne said. “So…does that mean that this line is mine,” she showed Ruari on the script, “or is that Petra?” “That’s you.” “Cool.” “Ladies?” A man greeted them at the backstage door. “You here for amateur night?” “That we are!” Ruari said. “This way, please.” He led them backstage. “Do you have costumes, or will you be needing to borrow some?” “Costumes?” Sora looked at the others. “We didn’t bring any…” “That’s fine,” the man said. “You’ll want to take a look at these, then.” He showed them the wardrobe room, with racks upon racks filled with what could barely be considered costumes. “Um,” was Aoife’s response. “I shudder to think who might have worn these before, and what might be on them,” Ermynne said, wrinkling her nose as she held up a suit. “These have been washed, haven’t they?” Sora asked the man before he left. “Certainly. Dressing rooms are over there”—he pointed to the far side of the room—“and once you’re done it’s through that door, that’ll take you to the green room. You’ll wait there until your act is announced…um, miss? For the record, what’s your act called, and can you tell me the names of all these lovely ladies who’ll be performing? Just so I can announce you properly.” Sora gave him the necessary information while the others looked at the outfits. “What should I wear, what should I wear…” Aoife mused to herself as she thumbed through the racks. “How about this, Aoife?” Ermynne volunteered, holding up a few strategically positioned leather strips. Aoife shuddered. “No, thank you. I don’t want to regret doing this later, which I definitely would if one of those straps happened to fall off.” “Oooh, I’m wearing THIS,” Ruari announced, picking out a dark blue silk-and-lace number. Petra tried not to get a nosebleed, and Ruari pranced off to the dressing room to try it on. “Hey, Ruari?” Petra said, in the general direction of the dressing room. “What’s the announcer supposed to wear?” “Ask Sora,” Ruari said, and just at that minute Sora arrived back in the room, the announcer man finally gone. “Ask me what?” “What I’m supposed to wear,” Petra said. “Not one of these, surely?” “Hmm…you…” Sora looked around before picking something. “Wear whatever you want, but wear this over it.” She handed Petra a black tailcoat with red lining. “And a hat. You gotta have a hat.” Petra found a black top hat that seemed to satisfy her, and stuck a red carnation in it. “What about you, Sora?” asked Ermynne, who was fingering a silvery gray corset, debating whether or not to try it on. “I dunno…what would look good on me? What colors, I mean?” “Just go for plain black,” suggested Aoife. “That’s what I’m doing.” “Oh, no you’re not, Aoife,” Ermynne said threateningly. “You’re getting THIS.” She produced a forest green one-piece for Aoife to wear, and Aoife considered, then headed off for the dressing rooms. Eventually Sora found something to wear too, and she, Ermynne, and Petra followed Aoife to try them on. Petra was the first one to finish changing, probably due to her haste to see the other girls in their costumes. Stopping in front of the full-length mirror, she saw herself in her high-heeled boots, fishnet stockings, top hat, and tailcoat. The red bra set she had picked out was barely visible under her coat, which she had buttoned up almost all the way, just enough for what little cleavage she had to show. Deciding she didn’t look too bad, especially considering these weren’t her kind of clothes anyway, she went back and took a seat in front of the dressing room doors. “Okay, guys, I want to see you out here in your outfits and I want to see you NOW!” She got what she wanted in very little time. Ruari was the first one out, wearing the dark blue outfit that had caught her eye earlier. The color looked good with her light purple hair, but Petra’s eyes were…elsewhere. “Well?” Ruari said, suddenly a bit bashful. “Like what you see?” Petra’s response was to stand up, walk over to Ruari, and give her a kiss that left little doubt in Ruari’s mind whether or not Petra liked what she saw. Had they not been interrupted by an “ahem!” from the dressing room door, Ruari’s outfit might have come off again. “Oh, Ermynne!” Ruari said, noticing Ermynne watching them, and she and Petra pulled apart immediately. “We were just…um…” “I know what you were just,” Ermynne smirked at Petra. “Just letting each other know how much you loooove each other’s costumes, hmm?” “You…you look great too, Ermynne,” Petra said, and meant it. The silver corset and matching bottoms were what Ermynne had picked out, and Petra forgot momentarily that Ermynne was the same age as Aoife, whom she considered like a baby sister. So, apparently, did Ruari. “Hmm, you do…if I weren’t already spoken for I’d be making a pass at you right now…NOT that that’s ever stopped Petra before.” “Eheh.” Petra quailed under Ruari’s glare. “How about the others, are they almost ready? How much time do we have, anyway?” “As long as we need, I suppose.” Sora stepped out of the dressing room in a plain black outfit, somewhat like Ruari’s except less…see-through. “After all, we amateurs…we’re the stars tonight. They can’t do the show without us.” “We’re not the only ones performing,” Ruari reminded her, “so technically they could, but…” “But they wouldn’t,” Sora finished with a smile. “Gabriel thinks we look like the most promising act tonight. I doubt they’ll start without us.” “Gabriel?” “The announcer.” “Ah. He said that, did he?” “Yes, why?” “Nothing,” Petra changed the subject. “So, Aoife! How long till we get to see your outfit, huh?” “Just a bit longer,” Aoife replied, from behind the one dressing room stall door that was still closed. “I’m putting my makeup on.” “Makeup? Aoife?” Ruari gaped at the door. “Is that still you in there?” “Ha ha. Yes.” A brief pause from behind the door. “Okay, guys, don’t laugh.” The door opened, and Aoife stepped out in her green costume with the white lace around the neckline…if that could be called a neckline anymore, since it plunged so far that it was no longer anywhere near her neck. “Ermynne, you really knew what you were talking about when you suggested that to her,” Sora said. “Redheads always look good in green.” Ermynne didn’t respond, she merely stared at Aoife. The feelings for the other girl that she thought she’d lost so long ago came back now more than ever, now that Ermynne was seeing her like…like this. “Aoife, you…look so nice.” Aoife blushed. “Thanks.” “Okay,” Ruari demanded. “Who are you and what did you do with the REAL Aoife, the tomboyish girl we traveled with when she was 12? This isn’t a girl, this is a young woman!” Aoife poked Ruari. “Yeah, it’s still me under here. Now shall we go? The green room awaits without.” The five young women trooped into the green room, where they sat with the other amateurs and waited for their turn. Ermynne couldn’t keep herself from looking at Aoife, and while mentally she scolded herself for going and falling for a straight girl again, she still couldn’t help but to enjoy the view, since she rarely got to see Aoife wearing so little. It looked to Ermynne like Petra was feeling the same way for Ruari. “She’s luckier than I am, though,” Ermynne thought. “She knows the girl she likes will like her in return. With Aoife I can never get that.” “Hey, Lady Marmalade girls!” the stage manager said, peeking her head in the green room door. “You’re up next.” Sora stood, and the others followed. “Well, guys, here we go.” *** “Next up are five very talented young ladies, who have come from all over to be here for you today,” the announcer…well, announced, as the five took their places onstage. “Aoife from Pallet Town, Ermynne from Mikan Island, Ruari from Chartreuse City, Petra from Pewter City, and local Azure girl Sora Starling, performing Lady Marmalade! Take it away, ladies!” Petra took Gabriel’s place in the announcer’s box as the other four somewhat nervously stood on the darkened stage. “Ladies and gentlemen—but especially ladies,” she added, with a wink at the audience. “Hey, that wasn’t in the script,” Ruari said to herself. “—welcome to the Moulin Rouge!” Petra exclaimed, gesturing to the stage, as the lights on her went down and went up on the four onstage, making it visible to the audience that a four-poster canopy bed, a cushiony chair, and a copious amount of velvet, silk, and lace pillows had been strewn about. They snapped their fingers in unison as they walked (very carefully in their heels) backwards down the stairs. Ermynne had the first line. “Where’s all my soul sisters, lemme hear ya flow sisters.” Now all the girls turned around. “Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista…” Sora moved up into greater prominence while the others faded into the background, and she sang her verse. “He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge, strutting her stuff on the street.” Meanwhile she and the other three in the background were performing dance moves that made Aidan turn almost permanently beet red, wishing he hadn’t come. “She said, hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? Oh, uh-huh.” Sora winked at the audience before turning around and joining the other girls in a line. “Gitchie gitchie yaya, dada, gitchie-gitchie yaya here. Mocha choca lata yaya. Creole Lady Marmalade…voulez vous couche avec moi, ce soir? Voulez vous couche avec moi?” Then Aoife’s turn came up, and she pounced onto the canopy bed and sang her verse from there. “He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up, boy drank all that magnolia wine. All her black satin sheets, suedes, dark greens, yeah.” She slunk back to join the rest of the dancers, and Ruari (who was getting a little impatient for her part) replaced Aoife on the bed, with Sora in the chair. “Gitchie gitchie yaya, dada, gitchie-gitchie yaya here. Mocha choca lata yaya…” “Creole Lady Marmalade,” Aoife sang, thinking to herself, “This is actually kinda fun…” “Voulez vous couche avec moi, ce soir? Voulez vous couche avec moi?” They got cheers and catcalls from the audience with this line. This next part was Ermynne’s part, a semi-rap verse, which she pulled off very well…for a white girl. “Yea, yea, uh. He comes through with the money and the garter bags. I let him know we got their cake straight up the gate, uh. We independent women, some mistake us for whores. I’m sayin’ why spend mine, when I can spend yours. Disagree? Well that’s you and I’m sorry. Im’a keep playing these cats out like Atari. Wear high-heeled shoes, getting’ love from the dudes, four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge.” “Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough, sistas,” the other three chimed in. “I’m so glad I didn’t want to dance,” Ferio thought, watching Ermynne. “Not only would I be wearing one of those…those things, but they probably would have made me do this part too.” Ermynne went on, showing off a little now that she knew Aoife was watching her. “We drink wine with diamonds in the glass by the case, the meaning of expensive taste. You wanna gitchie gitchie ya ya, mocha choca lata, Creole Lady Marmalade. One more time, c’mon now.” “Marmalade…” they sang, dancing in a circle then moving out. “Lady Marmalade…Marmalade…” Finally, Ruari thought, my solo. The others moved off to the side, leaving her in the middle. “Hey, hey, heeeeeyyy…touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, color of café au lait, all right.” She was dancing using the pillows as props in a manner such that Petra had to restrain herself from getting a nosebleed all over her tailcoat. “Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, more.” “More,” the other girls echoed. “More, mooooooore!” “Now he’s back home doing nine to five,” Aoife sang. “Sleepin’ the gray flannel life,” Sora sang. “But when he turns off to sleep, memories creep,” Ruari sang. “More, more, moooore!” Now all the girls sang in unison again. “Gitchie-gitchie ya ya, da da, gitchie-gitchie ya ya here. Mocha choca lata ya ya.” “Creole Lady Marmalaaaaaaade,” Ruari sang. Ferio leaned over towards Aidan. “You know, I never knew Ruari could sing so well.” “Me either,” Aidan said, having gotten over his initial shock at seeing his five best female friends in nothing but their underwear (and not even all _their_ underwear, at that). “Voulez vous couche avec moi, ce soir, voulez vous couche avec moi?” The four dancers backed off into the dark part of the stage as they sang, getting ready for the finale, where Petra would announce each dancer as they took their final solos. “Ruari,” Petra said, watching her girlfriend step out. “Oh leaeaa ohh.” Ruari strutted forward, then turned around and walked back. “Aoife.” “Lady Marmalade,” Aoife sang, walking forward, then turning and retreating as Ruari had. “Ermynne.” “Hey, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh…” Ermynne took her turn. “Sora.” “Oh, oh, oooooohh,” Sora walked up, blew a kiss at the audience (specifically at Aidan, who didn’t seem to notice), then took her place in the line with the other girls as they all walked up to join her. “Rottweiler, baby,” Petra as the announcer said. “Baby,” Sora echoed. “Moulin Rouge,” Petra said. “Petra here.” “Creole Lady Marmalade,” all four of the girls sang in unison, drawing out that note as much as each of them could. They were in a group in their ending pose, and Ermynne was discreetly leaning on Aoife’s shoulder, hoping Aoife wouldn’t push her away. She didn’t. “Ohhh, yes-ah.” The audience was on its feet immediately, screaming and clapping wildly for the five of them. “Thank you!” Petra said into the microphone before joining the others onstage to bow. They bowed and ran offstage, but the audience wasn’t satisfied at just that. So they came back on again, held hands (which gave Ermynne a chance to hold Aoife’s hand), and bowed once more before heading offstage finally. “Come on, let’s go see them,” Ferio said, grabbing Aidan’s arm and dragging him over to the stage door. Meanwhile backstage the girls were getting changed. “What a rush, hey?” Ruari said. The others seemed to agree. “You know,” Sora said, “dancing like that wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Maybe I should get a job here…” “Are you crazy?” Aoife said. “I mean, sure, that was fun, but as a job…I dunno.” Ruari grinned at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed not from embarrassment, but exhilaration. “I’ve gotta see if there’s a way I can keep these clothes…” “Hey,” Sora said, looking sneaky. “How about we all keep these, just as a souvenir, you know, to show we really did it.” “But—“ Ermynne started to protest. “Come on, it’ll be easy,” Ruari said. “Just put on your normal clothes over these. They’re just underwear, right?” She was already pulling on her jeans and t-shirt over the blue lingerie, as was Sora. “Okay, fine,” Ermynne agreed, slipping into her shorts. “Come on, Petra,” Ruari said, as Petra hung up her coat. “You’ve got to keep these. I need to see you in those more often…” She leaned closer to Petra and made a pleading face, tipping Petra’s hat off and smiling. “All right, all right,” Petra said. She took her clothes and started to put them on. “See,” Ruari said privately to Ermynne and Sora, “that’s how to get Petra to do whatever you want her to do, just by being a girl.” Aoife started for the dressing rooms, but Ermynne stopped her. “I don’t think so, Aoife. You are SO keeping that. You can’t let something that looks so perfect for you go to waste just like that, now can you?” “You really think so?” Aoife asked. Ermynne nodded. “Okay then.” There was a knock on the wardrobe door. “You guys decent in there?” “Sure, Ferio,” Sora replied. “Come on in.” Ferio and Aidan pushed open the door and entered the wardrobe room. Ferio hugged Sora, not noticing her still semi-undressed state. “You rock, Sora. I don’t know anyone besides you five who’d be willing to do that.” “Yeah,” Aidan agreed. “You guys were spectacular, really you were.” “Slutty, but spectacular,” Ferio said. “Hey,” Ruari said, slinging her arms around Ferio and Aidan’s shoulders and messing with Aidan’s hair teasingly. “What would you two say to a private show later?” Aidan made an “eep!” noise and didn’t respond. “Well, I’d say yes,” Ferio said, “but Petra would kill me if I did so I’d have to say no, I’ll take a rain check on that one, Ro.” “Aww, man, you guys aren’t any fun,” Ruari said. To her fellow performers she said, “Are you all dressed yet or what? I wanna go home.” “Almost,” Aoife said, pulling on her jacket. “You sure we’re not going to get caught?” “If we do, I can flirt my way out of it,” Sora said, winking. “I’m good at that.” “Hey, so am I!” Ruari pouted. Ferio narrowed her eyes. “Get caught at what?” “Nothing,” Sora said. “I’ll tell you later, Ferio. If I told you now you’d just snitch on us.” Ferio looked worried but didn’t say anything. As they left, Gabriel met them at the stage door. “Ladies, you were fantastic!” he said enthusiastically. “You ever consider going into the dancing business?” “Hmm…you really think we were that good?” Sora asked. “Honestly. You, ah, _did_ return your costumes, didn’t you?” “Yup. They’re all there.” “Okay. Hope to see you ladies here again for our next amateur night, hey?” “We’ll be there,” Sora said over her shoulder as they left the building. “Will we?” Aoife asked. “I don’t know, you guys might not be here. I probably will, though.” “Seriously?” “Sure, why not?” “Hey, let us know when it is, okay, Sora? Petra and I will probably want to come.” “Okay. So what do you say, shall we head home?” “I think so. We have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Ro?” “Uh-huh.” “I don’t even WANT to know.” “And I expect so will Aoife and Ermynne…” “FERIO!” “Just kidding, you two.” “Yeah, Ermynne only wishes.” “Yeah,” Ermynne thought. “I do, too…” Author's Notes Oooh, lots of Ermynne-unrequited-love stuff. That's always a fun thing. Anyway...you can tell that I saw Moulin Rouge last weekend, can't you? It was okay, but their little dance sequence was mainly inspired by the video of Lady Marmalade. And why is Ermynne suddenly getting along peachy with the others? Um...because the dance required five people and I didn't want to have Ferio in it (well, I did, but she said she didn't want to VERY clearly) and Ermynne seems like the most likely candidate for Lil' Kim's part, doesn't she? And Aidan's back. Yaaaaayyy. I liked writing about him for this, he's cool. And if you don't like the way this turned out (like maybe you wish so-and-so and so-and-so had gotten together, and they weren't together in this story) then maybe this is an alternative universe. Or maybe it isn't. *evil omnipotent authoress grin* back |