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Snow White and the Seven Bishonen

By: chinohana
folder Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 7
Views: 2,940
Reviews: 14
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Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Uhm... Flashback?

SECOND CHAPTER!!! ENJOY!!! Please expect more perversness as the fic goes on...
And crappy title cos I had NO idea what to put instead.


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Chapter II: Uhm... Flashback?
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Rei was standing in the middle of the forest, not knowing WHAT THE HELL he was doing there. And while he was observing the cutsie lil’ squirrels, he suddenly remembered why:
Flashback:

“REI!”

“Yes, Hillary sama?”

“GET ME MUSHROOMS!”

“Okay, your majesty.”

“And take that Hunter with you okay!”

“Oki doki!”

In the Forest

“Mushrooms mushroom, oh where art thee mushrooms!” –cute butt wriggle-

(Hunter thinking) OMFG he’s got a nice ass! But he’s such a nice kid! Musn’t do anything! But then what else did Shrillary give me a raise for? Mwahahahahaaaa…(stop Hunter thinking)

And just as Hunter-kun was about to reach out for his ass, Rei turned around and squealed.

“Haaa! Look Hunter-kun, flowers! Real ones! Not the artificial ones Hillary-sama has!”

And the squeal was absolutely adorable. Music to my ears… and I am the author… so imagine what this must have been for a 40 year old, sex-deprived, prostate-stoned, unsatisfactory, rejected old hunter? Yuuuuuuuup. Precisely. You got it.

Hunter-kun leaped towards an unsuspecting Rei-chan, who moved away to the other tree to pick up the red-white mushrooms and caused Hunter-kun to slam face-first into the tree bark. When he stood up, his nose bled like an open faucet, because 1) he slammed against the tree, and 2) because the first thing he saw was Rei’s ass—I mean, Rei bending down to pick up more flowers.

“Hunter-kuuuuuuuuuuuun! Look at the pretty flowers!”

Charmed by the pretty voice (again… -shake head-), he mutated into pseudo-Casanova-mode and struck a ‘schmexy’ pose (which was highly impossible for that dude…) and said: “Hey, Rei-sama, just call me Boris, or Bo-chan, okay? (pseudo-hot-smirk)”

“Okay, Boris!”

That was it. Hearing such a sweet voice pronounce his name was near-orgasmic. He just jumped, again, and slammed against a tree bark, again. Idiot.

The reason for his slamming into the tree was Rei’s running away, again. Rei sprinted into the Forest, running from the scary, disgusting, horrendous, deluded, hallucinating idiot, aka Hunter Boris-kun.

And now…

Now Rei was squatting under a tree, staring at a bunch of squirrels, pouting cute;y at the memory. Why does Hillary-sama want to do evil things to me? And what are those evil things?

Ah, kitty if only you knew…

Rei’s stomach grumbled, and ordered him to go and look for something edible that will most likely send him into a frenzy of tummy aches and feverish episodes (as none of them knew anything outside of the castle life, including the poisonous fruits and non-poisonous stuff); walking nearly for an entity of agonising, long, painful, blistering, epic five minutes, Rei (and his stomach) came by a strange looking cottage. Interesting…

Rei knocked to see if anyone was inside, and because his tummy thought it to be the right time to pick a tantrum, just walked into the house, and stopped dead as he saw…

(A/N: I SO wanna stop here!)

… a very nicely styled home; there was a beautiful couch, a large tv screen (covering the whole wall), HUGE and FULL bookshelves, a lovely table for nine, although only filled for seven people, with foods of all sorts, the most beautiful kitchen he ever saw, and he was so speechless and amazed, he nearly missed a door leading to some other room. Nearly.

He went to the door, opened it, and saw the most prettiest room ever; a huge beg, big enough for nine people, (with only seven HUGE pillows), lovely Persian carpets, beautiful priceless vases and other deco, and behind LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG curtain to the side, he could smell a lovely fragrance that could only be described as bathwater. Yup, that was the bathtub.

Tummy-chan manifesting himself again, Rei decided to eat, and eat he did. I mean, EAT Eat eat. He then felt tired and pummelled into the closet of the room (or should I say different chambered closet, CLOSETS, clothing container?), picked out a small, short sleeved, up-til-the-ribs shirt and hot pants, and went to the bed, falling asleep as soon he felt comfy (that means, moving around and around and around and around for quite some time!).

The last thing he thought was: I am gonna say sowwy when the landlords come in and work for my stay… mnyam mnyam mnyam…

Little did he know how close the Seven landlords were…

Elsewhere…

“Your Majesty, Rei has gone.”

“REALLY! Good. Now, where are my mushrooms!”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh…”

“You IDIOT! Go get me my MUSHROOMS!”

At sundown…

“Man, I’m beat!”

“Yeah, me too!”

“Hey, remind me again WHYTHEHELL we have to leave the door open and unlocked!”

“Well, what if some hot piece of meat came by and asked for some help and we’re not home?”

“Psh, like that would ever happen…”

“IT COULD! And by the way, who the hell would break into the house?”

“The people you owe? Your Ex? Your cousins? The Prince there Kingdoms away?”

“I get your point…”

“Hey guys, take a look at this…”


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HA! Don't forget to review, be patient, and NOT inhale any laugh gas before reading this. Then I don't know if any of you turely madly deeply do...es love this. SO REVEIEW!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand sorry about the title. Couldn't think of one, so it stays like that. BYE!
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