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Summary: Halloween 20min drabble...sequel may be forthcoming

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Anime > Sailor MoonFallenDruidFR1369,70912421,6961 Nov 046 Oct 07No

Chapter 2

Xander's Terribly Bad Halloween, the Horror continues

A/N: Oh, one hurt me. I'd just like to thank all of you out there
for that.

Disclaimer: Neither Sailor Moon or B:tVS belong to me. I just like to make
with the hurting.

Chapter Duex

Xander paces back and forth in front of Willow's house, waiting impatiently
for her to start walking to school. In one hand he carrys a sack, the other an
unlit cigarette. His hand is shaking. Willow finally exits her house.
"Willow!" Xander calls, rushing up to her.

"Hi, Xander." Willow walks down the path and hugs Xander lightly. "Hey, why
do you have a cigarette?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Xander says, stuffing the unlit
cig into his mouth. "Apparently, Makoto is a smoker. I'm VERY not happy with
this, Willow."

"Uhm...I'm sorry?" Wilow squeaks. "I mean I didn't know this was gonna
happen and I'm very sorry about it, I'll never make you dress up as any one
else ever again not even on Hallo-"

"You're babbling, Will." Xander says, smiling gently. "Here." He shoves the
sack into her hands.

"What's this?" She asks.

"A bento. It's not much, just a simple bento...that I made on reflex."

"Hey, why are you still wearing the wig?"

He mutters something under his breath.


"I said, it's not a wig." He pulls on the ponytail hard. It doesn't come
off. He starts waving it at Willow "Do you have any idea how long it takes
to shampoo four feet of hair? I didn't even have the right conditioner!" He
pauses. Willow could almost see him replaying what he'd just said. "Since when
do I care about conditioner!?"

"So why didn't you just cut it off?"

He looks at her in shock and clutches the ponytail to himself protectively.
"How could you-argh! That's why I can't cut it off! I can't...bring myself to
do it!"

The two continue walking to school, Xander staring darkly at the ground and
muttering imprecations quietly, while Willow watches him in concern.

As they approach the school Larry intercepts them. "Hey, Harris. Love the
hair. Trying to go even more girl?"

"Shut up, Larry. I'm not in the mood." Xander starts walking past him.

"Don't ignore me, Harris!" Larry calls as he grabs him by the ponytail,
pulling him back.

"Gah!" He cries, eyes almost watering from the pain. He turns around smoothly,
and in three quick blows, drops Larry to the ground. "Baka, zakennayo." He
continues on, ignoring the huddled mass of whimpering bully.

"That was low, Xan. Did you really have to knee him there?" Willow says.

"...okay, so maybe it's not *all* bad..." Xander mutters quietly. "And yes, I
did." His eye seem to almost glow. "He could have hurt my hair." He pauses
for a moment, thinking over what he just said. He turns, and pounds his head
gently into a wall.

Scene: Library, during lunch

"I just don't know what to do, Giles!" Xander exlaims.

"Well, there seems to be no overt signs of possesion...Do you know if Buffy or
Willow are having similar experiences?"

"I don't think Willow is, she probably would have said something about
it...besides, she was the only one of us who remembered who she was.

"Hey, Giles!" Buffy barges into the library, followed a moment later by Willow.

"Buffy." Giles replies, looking at her. "You seem happy."

"Yup!" She grins proudly. "I just aced myself a french test."

Giles begins to polish his glasses. "Really?" he says, skeptically. "As I
recall, weren't you averaging a D in that class?"

"Well, yeah, but-Hey! How'd you know that?"

"Buffy, I am a member of this faculty...and your watcher. Thus it is my duty
to ensure that you are applying yourself." He ponders a moment. "Buffy, you
went as an 18th century noblewoman, correct?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Have you been having any, any strange urges, or reflexive actions, or perhaps
odd memories?"

"No...I mean, not really. Aside from the french stuff, anyways." She frowns.
"Why do you ask?"

"Well, Xander here has been having some odd experiences. He appears to have
acquired smoking habits,"

Xander looks up, a short pencil hanging out of his mouth. "Not voluntarily."

"Ah, yes...quite. An odd reflexive protectivensss of his hair, and a fair
amount of cooking skill."

"I hope you don't mind, Xan, I shared the Bento with Giles and Buffy." Willow

"Nah, that's all right. I'll just make more tomorrow." He frowns. "Need to
get some better rice though...maybe some nice squid..."

Scene change: Gym

Xander walks through the door, whistling cherfully. He comes to an abrupt
halt. "Oops...wrong door." He exits quickly, followed by a storm of hard
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