Does it count if I ROFL'ed while writing it? And it's a review-omake, too, not part of the fic proper...
See, Kaara has a habit of threatening silly things if readers do not review for Between Sun and Moon, and one of the things she threatened around ch4 or so was to have Tsunbade hook up with Gai when the story got that far. This made me laugh, and so I wrote a short little scenelet to answer the question of what she cold possibly see in him (the answer, of coursem being the explosive power of youth) it was later added in one of the chapters as an omake. Well, for ch8 (the most recent) she threatened to make a chapter entirely about Gai weaing only a pink tutu, and I felt it my duty to ask how such a thing could come to pass... which led to a new installment in the legendary saga of the eternal Gai/Tsunade pairing.
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The blazing fire of youth seemed to have settled in his head, reflected Gai, with unusual asperity. Along with the exploding springtime of youth, for that matter. He vaguely remembered the very tipsy duo of Shizune and Anko hanging off of each other and chanting "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" sometime after Godaime-sama had bet her alchohol tolerance was higher than his, while his eternal rival Kakashi giggled happily to himself from the floor near their feet and Tsunade and he matched each other gulp for gulp from a pair of large sake bottles. After that, well, things got a little foggy.
Supressing a moan at the shafts of sunlight sparing into the room, he pulled free of the arms around his waist and wobbled uncertainly in search of a bathroom, closing one eye to make sure there really were two different doors in the sae wall, then trying the one on the left.
Oh, that was a closet. Were there usualy people sleeping in a tangle in his closet? He counted two sets of dark hair and one head covered in spiky white, and couldn't remember if this was unusual or not. Twinges from various parts of his innards convinced him to worry about it later, and one of the people in the closet mumbled about it being too bright, so he closed the door again and made for the one on the right.
So, that was where the hallway was concealed! He gave the potted plant in the corner a flahsing grin and thumbs-up in celebration, before continuing his quest for a bathroom. A sudden memory made him pause with one hand on the next door knob.
A few moments ago, the mirror on the closet door... why did it show him wearing a tutu? Perhaps he was still drunk, and imagined it. Gai looked down, then, and saw that the imaginary tutu was still around his waist, and was what the arms had been tangled in when he got out of bed. That was odd, he didn't usually get drunk enough to hallucinate like this. He frowned and let go of the door knob, seeing how rumpled it was, straightened out the worst of the wrinkles and pulled off a few strands of long sandy-blonde hair that had clung to it. It was important for his hallucinations to be tidy, after all.
- CD
What, you think Samuel L. Jackson isn't going to survive the zombie apocalypse?
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
See, Kaara has a habit of threatening silly things if readers do not review for Between Sun and Moon, and one of the things she threatened around ch4 or so was to have Tsunbade hook up with Gai when the story got that far. This made me laugh, and so I wrote a short little scenelet to answer the question of what she cold possibly see in him (the answer, of coursem being the explosive power of youth) it was later added in one of the chapters as an omake. Well, for ch8 (the most recent) she threatened to make a chapter entirely about Gai weaing only a pink tutu, and I felt it my duty to ask how such a thing could come to pass... which led to a new installment in the legendary saga of the eternal Gai/Tsunade pairing.
-------- 8< -------- cut here -------- 8< --------
The blazing fire of youth seemed to have settled in his head, reflected Gai, with unusual asperity. Along with the exploding springtime of youth, for that matter. He vaguely remembered the very tipsy duo of Shizune and Anko hanging off of each other and chanting "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" sometime after Godaime-sama had bet her alchohol tolerance was higher than his, while his eternal rival Kakashi giggled happily to himself from the floor near their feet and Tsunade and he matched each other gulp for gulp from a pair of large sake bottles. After that, well, things got a little foggy.
Supressing a moan at the shafts of sunlight sparing into the room, he pulled free of the arms around his waist and wobbled uncertainly in search of a bathroom, closing one eye to make sure there really were two different doors in the sae wall, then trying the one on the left.
Oh, that was a closet. Were there usualy people sleeping in a tangle in his closet? He counted two sets of dark hair and one head covered in spiky white, and couldn't remember if this was unusual or not. Twinges from various parts of his innards convinced him to worry about it later, and one of the people in the closet mumbled about it being too bright, so he closed the door again and made for the one on the right.
So, that was where the hallway was concealed! He gave the potted plant in the corner a flahsing grin and thumbs-up in celebration, before continuing his quest for a bathroom. A sudden memory made him pause with one hand on the next door knob.
A few moments ago, the mirror on the closet door... why did it show him wearing a tutu? Perhaps he was still drunk, and imagined it. Gai looked down, then, and saw that the imaginary tutu was still around his waist, and was what the arms had been tangled in when he got out of bed. That was odd, he didn't usually get drunk enough to hallucinate like this. He frowned and let go of the door knob, seeing how rumpled it was, straightened out the worst of the wrinkles and pulled off a few strands of long sandy-blonde hair that had clung to it. It was important for his hallucinations to be tidy, after all.
- CD
What, you think Samuel L. Jackson isn't going to survive the zombie apocalypse?
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
--
"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows