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by Shala-chan
She woke up screaming. She had said she would, and her subconscious had decided to take her up on it. She shook her head. That image was NOT pleasant.
"You okay?" her friend whispered. They'd all been sleeping over at someone else's house.
"What do YOU think?" she whispered back sarcastically. "I told you it would happen, and I meant it." A guilty look crossed her friend's face.
"Um, sorry? I thought you were joking. Besides, I didn't start it!"
"Shut up," she replied. He's straight, she repeated to herself mentally. He's straight He's straight He's straight. She repeated it over and over to reassure herself. In . . . and out . . . breathe . . . whimper. Nonononononononono . . . She felt a pyjama-ed arm go around her shoulders and she stiffened. "How many times have I told you not to do that or I'll kick you out a window?"
"About a thousand times and it still hasn't had any effect," her friend replied cheerfully. "So what exactly's up?"
"Images I don't want," she said, sighing.
"Like what?"
"I told you before I'd wake up screaming from . . ."
"Oh yeah. And I told you that that's not exactly nightmares. Just interesting."
"Well for me it's nightmares." Her friend-who-was-about-to-be-kicked-out-a-window grinned.
"For me it's just interesting."
"Well you're more PERVERTED than I am."
"I'm hurt," her friend said sleepily. "I thought you knew me better than that. Just a phase, 'member?"
"Yeah right. Go back to sleep."
"'Kay . . ."
I should really kill them for this. I really should. Why am I friends with these people, anyway? They're insane, mostly slightly perverted, and way too hyper for their own good. But they're also anime addicts . . . well, some of 'em anyway. But the image of . . . She shuddered. And the sad part is one of 'em will probably end up making a fic out of this. Stupid, idiotic nuts. I am sooo going to kill them. Kill them dead. If I have one more person LAUGH at the fact that my nightmares have Sage and Rowen . . . well . . . I'll KILL them. There was a muffled noise to her left. She sat up, and, in the darkness, saw her friend's shoulder shaking in silent laughter.
"I hate you," she growled.
"Sorry . . ." *giggle* "I just thought about what you said again . . . and the expression on your face . . ."
"Can it."
"When ya said ya'd wake up screamin' from nightmeahs that Sage and Rowen were screwin' each otha . . . sorry, I had too much sugah tanight."
"You didn't have any sugar, just grease, and cut the Rowen accent and SHUT UP!"
"Shut up . . ." another friend mumbled. "'M tryin' to sleep."
"Sorry, Your Highness."
"Thas' right, an' you better 'member it too . . ."
"But to me those aren't nightmares - they're a fic come true," the girl whispered, attempting to wink, but only blinking.
"Oh shut up."
"Yes'm."
"I'm too tired to kick you out a window now. I'll . . . *yawn* do it in the morning."
"You go girl . . ."
They went back to sleep.
She woke up with a gasp.
Disclaimer: This wasn't meant to be funny. It wasn't meant to be funny at all. The only reason I wrote it was 'cause I said I would. Well, actually, I thought it was rather amusing. *glances around furtively* See, the heroine of this tale isn't homophobic or anything . . . It's just that Sage is sorta her favorite character on RW . . . it's the sword. And I betcha nobody would play with HIS hair . . . Oh, and her desire to annhiliate things while being a pacifist. Lady Une indeed. Uh . . . in case you couldn't tell, there are actually three people in this fic. "Your Highness" is another person who was on the premises when this would have taken place. I hope she never reads this. She hopes so too. This never actually took place. It is inspired by a comment that our heroine made. You may be able to tell who she is at a later date, or it may happen that wo gáosù ni, but I doubt it somehow. That I'll tell you, I mean. You might, clever ones that you are, figure it out on your own. I mean, I've given people who might be able to figure it out some pretty big clues . . . Or not. The friend character, however, I feel no shame in admitting is m- er, not telling. *peeks over her shoulder* Gotta go! But before I run away from that no-dachi-wielding crazy-girl, I'd just like to point out that this fic is © Shala-chan, 2000