Title: Open Season: A Ficlet
Author/Email: Dane ( blue_gray_sky@hotmail.com )
Pairing: Cupid/ Strife
Rating: G
Summary: Target Practice
Disclaimers: I don't know these people. They just moved in one day
and never left.
Archive: AJCS, just ask.
Author Notes: This wouldn't just leave my head after watching a
marathon of Loony Toons. I don't own Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, Daffy
Duck or Yosemite Sam.
Open Season: A Ficlet
By Dane
Bliss pulled the trigger of his crossbow. Nothing happened.
He checked and saw that he ran out of magic arrows.
"Well, will you look at that? No more arrows," he said, not
quite sure why he ran out of arrows in the first place.
"No more arrows?" asked Strife with an expression of utter
surprise. Somewhere in his brain, he was channeling a crazy redneck
rabbit that got his kicks from annoying bald hunters and short,
mustachioed redheads. He turned to Cupid from the far side of the
targets and pointed to the crossbow with his thumb. "Hey Laughing
Boy! No more arrows!"
"No more arrows," Cupid muttered to himself as he stalked
back to where his son and lover were. "Let me see that!" He grabbed
the crossbow and inspected it to see whether there were any arrows
left or not. He got his answer.
"Well, what do you know? One arrow left!" exclaimed Bliss as
the shaft ricocheted off the wall.
"One arrow left!" Strife cried out, feigning surprise. He
looked back at Cupid, holding in at laughing at his lover. "Hey
Laughing Boy! One arrow…."
"I Know! I Know!" shouted Cupid, with the middle of his hair
shaved off from the stray arrow. "One arrow left!" Tonight some how,
the Love God was going to get his revenge and it would be open season
for Strife, bare ass and begging.
End