Chapter 2 - Windmills

"I had a strange dream where I was a main character in a game." Atoli said in her squeaky voice. "I was a cucumber who fights crime by launching toilet plungers from the side of my head."

"That’s pretty strange." Silabus said, listening intently to her story.

"Sooo awesome!" Gaspard squealed.

Haseo slowly backed away and then ran out of the guild. It was bad enough that he had listened to Silabus's dream about religious vegetables fighting temptations, an apple who wants you to eat chocolate, but this was too much! His head started to hurt from it all.

So what did he do? The one thing he always did when his brain hurt from uber blonde stupidity. Fight some monsters. Well, he would do that for other things to... like when he was angsty, when he didn’t know what to do, and when he need to think.

But today he didn’t want blood; he wanted fscking rainbows, rainbows being a euphemism for 'that'. Yes, our aesthetically pleasing hero wanted some debauchery. Don’t ask why…. your brain will explode... or implode... into a plethora of squishy hearts that also explode into the pit of your stomach like butterflies. Or not because we're all on cocaine and this is only a drug induced dream. You'll wake up with a wtf look on your face, but not until you’ve reached The End.

Of course no day would be complete without the appearance of his avatar. Only today he was the one calling him to a field instead of the other way around.

He spotted the black figure spread out on the grass. When he approached him he found his eyes closed. He gave a sharp kick.

"WINDWILL!" Skeith cried and jumped up suddenly.

Haseo frowned in that cute way of his. He would never understand avatars. Ever. "Do me!" Haseo more or less commanded his horny avatar.

"I don't feel like it." Skeith said and laid back down to admire the clouds.

"No one else will secks me." Haseo said pouting.

Ovan was missing, Endrance... well, he still had no interest in anyone yet. Atoli, like hell he would and he didn’t want to corrupt poor sweet Silabus to such lewd acts, and besides... he didn’t want to destroy their friendship, even if the blade banisher pissed him off most of the time.

"Pouting won’t earn you any points." Skeith said, taking a page from Ovan's book. Even if he disliked the figure for stealing away his Haseo, he didn’t like the fact that Haseo was more obsessed over the gunner than on him.

"Skeeeeeeeeith..." Haseo begged cutely.

"I have to wash my hair." Skeith lied.

Haseo raised an eyebrow. "You're really pissing me off." He folded his arms acrossed his chest. How dare his avatar defy him! "Maybe I won’t let you use my body anymore."

Noooo! Not reverse psychology! Skeith gasped. He couldn’t have that! Plus who could resist that cute pleading look of his?

"Then..." Skeith began, standing up. "Let’s work on our manliness together!"

And so they did squats. Haseo won, of course. It was 25 to 15!

"Let's do it." Haseo commanded again. "You're already half naked."

Skeith gasped. How dare he go out indecently! So he stole Haseo's pants and put them on. "Now you’re naked!"

"Gah!" Wait, why was that a bad thing? Other than the fact that his pants where so low cut he couldn’t wear underwear. He blushed several shades of red and grabbed a chim chim to cover himself with.

"Secks me." Haseo passive aggressively demanded.

"I have PMS." Skeith replied giving another excuse.

Haseo raised an eyebrow. "We have unresolved sexual tension!" He didn’t know if that was true or not, but maybe it would work.

Now it was the avatars turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Do you know what time it is?" Haseo asked.

"No." Skeith replied, confusion written all over his face.

"Rape time." Haseo replied as he jumped his avatar and made out like Endrance PMS-ing. Three times! Then Skeith woke up. The sun blinding him, sun glaring him in the face as it shone up in the sky. /Darn./ He internalized, pouting. It had only been a dream.

Meanwhile... a few feet away...

"Leeeetttttt…. mmmmmeeeee….. dddooowwwwwnnnn..." Innis cried as her body swung upside down as the windmill turned. She had been tied to it with leather belts.

- The End