Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss, the various other series belong to their respective creators, Halloween World belongs to spaceman.
Author's Note: What follows is the result of me having too much free time and in the case of one section, someone making a very persuasive case for a crack pairing. A series of shorts based around the infamous Valentine's Event. This fic is open to contributions, so if anyone has any idea then add away. The crackier the pairing the better.
Oh, and anyone who recognizes the first pairing gets a virtual cookie.
Some months after the world changing Halloween Event, another spell, originating from the same town, got hopelessly out of control. Thankfully, it lacked the range of the spell that had destroyed life as everyone knew it, so most of the world was able to dodge this particular bullet. For those that didn’t however, waking up would prove to be a…interesting experience.
In a colony somewhere in Arizona, a blonde woman with one brown eye (the other being covered by an eye-patch that’d somehow stayed in place despite the previous night’s activities) awoke and tried to remember what had happened.
She’d arrived at the colony the day before, and, as people usually did when arriving in a new colony, had checked to see if anyone she knew was there. There wasn’t, but there was a man from the same world as her. Although she’d never met him, she had heard of him in passing and knew that in there world they had been on opposing sides. However, this was a new world and old allegiances often didn’t apply, not to mention he was the first person from ‘home’ that she’d found, even if she didn’t know him. So, they did what was generally considered the best course of action in this sort of situation and met with the intention of sounding each other out.
After a somewhat awkward start, it went well. The man may have been working for the enemy but he’d done so for good, albeit somewhat misguided reasons and he himself was practically the living definition of Anti-Villain, being a good guy despite his previous allegiances. Said allegiances were now null and void and he had no intention of resuming them if he had any choice in the matter. All he really wanted to do was find his ward and be left in peace. Since she didn’t have any personal hostility towards him she was happy to leave things at that. With the important stuff out of the way, the two had started chatting about ‘home’ (staying well away from certain topics of course) and then…. And then things became a bit of a blur, although the more she thought about it, the clearer they became, much to her embarrassment.
With a certain amount of trepidation, she turned over to find herself more or less nose to nose with the greyish haired swordsman who was still fast asleep.
Although embarrassed and confused by what had happened, Marie decided to look on the bright side. If nothing else, he was a far better prospect as a husband then a toilet.
In another colony in Wyoming (although in this particular case the phrase ‘refugee camp’ would probably be more accurate), the numero-class Arrancar known as Lugo Gvidi to most people and Luke to those he actually liked, walked into his group’s temporary home after a night patrolling the surrounding wasteland to find a all out brawl in progress. This in itself wasn’t all that unusual, even though they still had their original personalities, more or less, over half of them were still Arrancar and for some the urge to fight occasionally got the better of them. What was unusual however was who the combatants were, since they were generally two of the most level headed and least violence prone. On closer inspection, it wasn’t even really a two way fight; more like one attacking the other (who was wearing only his trousers for some reason) did his best to dodge and occasionally lashed out in self-defence.
On the side-lines, he spotted Dana and Mark, the former looking like she was trying to decide if she should intervene, the latter obviously regarding the situation as impromptu entertainment, and some of the human members of their strange little family, who were either confused, or in the case of Russell’s mom, trying to get her son to stop attacking Richard while staying out of the line of fire.
Russell however either didn’t hear her or didn’t care, his attention continued to be focused on beating the tar out of Richard.
“How could you? She’s my mom you sick bastard!”
The bellow was followed by a bala, which Richard only just managed to dodge. The wall however wasn’t as lucky.
Deciding to put a stop to it before the whole building was destroyed, Luke waded into the fray and knocked Russell off his feet.
“Stay. Would anyone mind telling me what the hell is going on?”
Russell, still on the floor, glared across the room at Richard.
“He slept with my mom.”
The five words managed to convey more disgust then should have been possible. Raising an eyebrow, Luke turned to the perpetrator of this heinous crime.
Richard groaned and nodded.
“Technically, yes, but believe me it wasn’t my idea. I don’t know what happened. The last thing I remember, I ran into Kathleen shortly after I came off guard duty, then, well, you can guess. I swear, I have no idea how it happened, it was like we were taken over by something.”
Russell snorted in contempt.
“That’s what you say, you filthy scavenger.”
Luke sighed. Insult flinging was even more common then fighting but when the insults started to be based on Arrancar stuff it was generally a bad sign. The part of his psyche that was labelled ‘Lugo’ was all for kicking them out of the shelter and letting them fight it out outside but the rest of him knew he had to do his best to sort it out, if only because they couldn’t afford to have two of his men at each other’s throats.
Thankfully, Kathleen, aka Russell’s mom, backed up Richard’s story.
“It’s true. I don’t know what came over us but neither of us where ourselves. Richard isn’t to blame any more then I am.”
Luke turned to the bigger and still far from happy man on the floor.
“You heard her. It wasn’t his fault so stop trying to kill him. It’s even more dangerous than Hueco Mundo out there, the last thing we need is for us to start attacking each other.”
Something suddenly clicked in Luke’s head.
“Come to think of it, I don’t think they were the only two affected last night. I’m pretty sure I saw quite a few people doing the walk of shame on my way back.”
As if on cue, a short, slight, skull helmeted blond walked in, his uniform in disarray and a faintly traumatised look on his face.
“What happened to you?”
Cyrus just shuddered, muttered something about ‘crazy onnas’ and collapsed in a chair.
In the colony known as Sunnydale, nexus of chaos and point of origin for both the Halloween Event and this most recent occurrence, a young man woke up and rather groggily wondered why his blankets were so warm and heavy. Then he woke up properly and the events of the night before came back to him, triggering a groan and a round of mental cursing.
Opening his eyes he saw that his ‘blankets’ were in fact women, all of whom were, like him, stark naked. Thankfully, they were all still asleep so he didn’t have to face them just yet and had a chance to get his head together. It was immediately apparent however that escape was out of the question; quite a few of his bed mates were snugglers and had him effectively pinned down.
Sighing and wondering why these sorts of things kept happening to him, he did a quick head count. To one side was his usual fan-club, with Kit and Lady Silk in the prime snuggle locations, while on the other was Nemu, who was rather surprisingly one of the snugglers, a woman he recognized as Motoko Kusanagi, and the Rukia-shaped Willow. More than any of the others, the last one made him want to beat his head against something.
The young youkai was still trying to work out what had happened and what he was going to do next, when someone next to him stirred. Looking over, he saw that the youkai duo of Kit and Lady Silk were now awake and looking at him with all too familiar and decidedly predatory expressions.