When the Lemons in a Basket go Sour. All of Them
by Bonz-chan

>_> C'MON! Try and guess what this is about! x_X I dare yoooooooou!...Cc;; Dore, dore..basically..it's a Parody, OBVIOUSLY, of a lemon Mary Sue. >.> To give this a personal touch, the Mary Sue is m'own character, my little Shiko-chan! ^-^; Ee...whatever..>_>..the disclaimer..X_x.

I am NOT Yoshihiro Togashi...do I look like a genius?

"...QUIET on the set!" roared a hasty voice, the cacophony of cameras moving, tape rolling, props being placed...all of it continuing in a nonsensical rhythm until the snap of the recorder is heard.

"..Quiet on the set!..."

"...Quiet on the set!..."...

Somewhere not so busy...

'...her arm slick with beads of sweat curled around his heated shoulder. His breathing quickened, as her nails dug a trench along his shouler blade. The entirety of the overwhelming feeling encompassed them both. The rhythmic breathing of the two...the..clutching...sweating...moaning...the feeling of it all was beyond understanding..'

"..Is that all?"

"...Pretty much...the climax comes and goes and the writer faded it out."

"Ne, Hiei?...A little more tasteful than most of the stuff we've been hired to do, ne?"

"..Hai, Shiko. I might actually enjoy this one." replied Hiei, flipping through the pages smirking or frowning as he sighted the script, passage by passage.

"..Ara? Hnnnn, coming from you, that's a surprise. Should I be excited or turned off?" inquired Shiko, flipping a dagger in and out of her palm, smirking.

Shiko shifted on the couch, yawning tunelessly, flicking one dagger out, flicking two daggers in, two daggers out, three daggers in, three out, four in...which repeated until she had six daggers in her hand.

"Sooou desu Shiko.." mumbled Hiei, flipping towards the last pages with a quirking smile tugging at his mouth.

Then the alarm sounded. Time to do the job.

"Ready, Hiei?"

"I said I'm looking forward to this one.."

"...Ohhhhhh Hiiiiiiiiiiei.." smirked Shiko, vaulting herself off the couch and flicking the daggers from wherever the appeared from back. Motioning for Hiei to follow her out the door with a quirk of her eyebrow, to which Hiei followed suit. The two joked and pinched each other on their way towards the set, commenting on past lemons and the such.

"...Hiei and Shiko on the set!.."

"..Roll cameras!"

Straightening up before making the entrance, Shiko gave Hiei a little lovepat, which startled Hiei. Twitching his eyebrows at her, Shiko smirked and waved it off as an "appetizer" action.

"Hn."

"...Hn."


"Let's go Hiei!! On the set!" barked the disembodied voice, black figures of the crew pointed towards the bed with the surrounding cave walls.

"G'luck Hiei...nice setting, ne?"

"Haa..." murmured Hiei as he flitted onto the bed and changed out of his shirt and looked to the west wall of the set cave.

"Alright Shiko! You're on!"

Shiko promptly entered the camera lens at the eastern angle. Speaking her lines, Shiko unbuttoned her shirt...


"...CUT!!!"


"..Naaaaaaniyooo?" yelled Hiei and Shiko, already exasperated in tone. Shiko tapped her foot, Hiei glared death at the disembodied voice.

"Bring in Barry Manalow!"

".......NANDAYOOOOO?!?!?!?!" cried Hiei and Shiko, Hiei paled in complexion..and Shiko..well...she looked ready to whup some ass.

As Barry made his way onto the set at the head of the bed with her saxophone, her thumbed up the crew to signal he was ready.

Hiei shook his head, Shiko flicked the six daggars back into her hand.

"...NO...BARRY!" shrieked Shiko, flinging two daggers straight in the bull's eye of the #2 camera's lenses. Then which Hiei took cover of the satin sheets, in which his cloaked form actually looked bored.

Shiko let loose a flurry of darkened fireballs all over the place, setting fire to Barry's hair and melted two more cameras.



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