*Yaoi fanfic*

Author's note: Yaoi is an anime tern for guy+guy sexual/romantic relationship. Thus if you are offended by homosexuality, DON'T READ!

It took a while to get that gun working, Besrodio looked at his new creation with wonder. It was the medieval equivalant to a machine gun and Besrodio was going to be famous. He got his pen and paper and tried to perfect the name. After all, if it was going to be famous, might as well create the name, right? Ramza's group was camping out at his place for the weekend, recooperating from the Deep Dungeon battles, and then it all started. Beowulf was cleaning his fiance, Reis's personal chest when he noticed a bundle of papers addressed to her. It was male handwriting but it wasn't his. He looked at them and his face got redder than his hair.
Reis, Agrias, Rafa and Meliadoul were shopping for an unknown reason. Beowulf knew this was extremely out of the ordinary since Reis is a homebody and not a heavy shopper. Reis seemed giggly too, she was normally a quiet and logical person. That's why he loved her. He stomped out of the bedroom when he encountered Ramza and Orlandu having a pizza roll stuffing contest. Orlandu was winning, BIG time. They saw the look on his face and Orlandu's face turned blue. He started choking on the fifteen pizza rolls he stuffed in his mouth all at once.
The girls were getting back from their shopping trip. Reis was all giggly because it was the seventh anniversary of her and Beowulf's meeting. She expected Beowulf to be there with red roses in his hand... nothing else on but a smile. Instead, Beowulf was holding red roses alright, with a rage filled face and full battle armor. In his other hand was his Ragnarok sword. Ramza was slamming his fist in Orlandu's tummy to get the pizza rolls in his throat.
"Honey, you got me flowers."
Beowulf threw the roses up and took five quick swipes from the sword, cutting all the roses up into pieces. Reis looked at him rather weird.
"What was that for?"
"I quote: Dear beloved Reis, I long to hold you in my arms, etc. Love Rofel Wodring!"
"Rofel and I are good friends, Beowulf. You don't understand."
"I know treachery and adultery when I see it. Remember, wretch, I was in Lionel's Elite for ten years! Hear me well, witch. If I wasn't a heretic then I would brand you with the scarlet letter and strike you down with the stregnth of God's mighty fury!"
"Wait a minute! You can't do that to her, Beowulf!" Agrias shouted.
"I can do much more, Agrias! A whole lot more. From this day forth... I FORSAKE THE COMPANY OF ALL WOMEN UNTIL MY DYING DAY! That means you!" Beowulf said, pointing his finger at Reis. "Get them out of my sight." He walked away. "Deceitful Succubi!"
(*Author's note: Succubus (pl Succubi) are medieval mythology. Female demons who rape men in their sleep. Inccubus (Inccubi) are male demons who rape women in their sleep)
"What are you going to do about your future, Beowulf!" Reis yelled. "You can't go on without facing your calling!"
"I already faced my calling, siren. And it doesn't involve you."
"Where are you going?" Orlandu said, sipping beer.
"To Destiny..." Beowulf said, plunging his sword into the stone wall.
He left into the foggy night. Mustadio dropped his piece of paper and looked down with sorrow. *Suggestive*

3 months later Lenalia Plateau.

"Hey, check this out!" Kletian shouted, running up to a sign covered in leaves.
"What is it!?" Vormav sneered, trying to get the campfire going.
"It's a warning sign." Rofel said, reading it.
"What warning?" Balk asked, in his usual big ox voice.
"This is the Path of the Red Reynard (Fox). Beware." Kletian read.
"Reynard? I thought Reynard the Fox was a myth." Vormav whispered in disbelief.
Hashmalum growled in telepathy.
"Interesting. I think I'll go up there and kill me a fox." Vormav smiled, taking off his gauntlet and his hand becoming more demonic then turning back human.
"You want us to go with!?" Rofel shouted.
"No, get us something to eat." Vormav said. "Make sure Lady Beoulve gets something too. Bloody Angel must be hungry."
"Yes, sire." Kletian said.
Vormav went through the forest, sniffing the air. It was highly unusual that this Reynard myth scared Hashmalum badly. He watched the shadows constantly, growling at anything that moved. Just then a shuriken flew past his head. Vormav drew out his sword and looked around.
"SHOW YOURSELF, REYNARD!" Vormav roared.
A gust of wind blew past. Vormav looked around when he felt a slash on his arm. He looked down to see four bleeding claw marks on his arm. He looked around, feeling a new sensation, something he hasn't felt in a long time. Then he realized what ancient potion he was scratched with.. aphrodisiac a very strong one. As he looked around with hearts in his eyes, he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. He had short red hair and wore something a sadist would find pleasing to the eye. He put his hand on Vormav's cheek and gave him a kiss. Vormav responded by wrapping his arms around him and kissing him wildly...

To be continued.