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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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3,803
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3
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Sigh . . . Some dayz
TITLE: Sucky things
AUTHOR: MoonKat
FANDOM: Yu Yu Hakusho/BTVS
PAIRING: Xander/?/?
RATING: R
WARNING: In later chapters will have:Male/Male: :Slavery: :Sex:
SUMMARY: Breaking up with Anya is a life change in itself! When he was heading to the Magic Box Xander gets kidnaped.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective
owners. Any original characters and plot are the property of the author or authers. I'm in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of either media.
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Sprawled out on his bed in his empty apartment Xander Harris tried to shut down his brain. He was currently brooding. Brooding in a Dead Boy kind of way. Pity-party table of one. Anya had dumped him . . . Sure she had said yes to getting married . . .But when push came to shove and it was time to get your hands dirty . . . Anya didn’t really like that much. She wanted a normal human life with her normal human fiance. Anya had realized she wasn’t an ageless demon no more and that scared her. And when it was time for Xander to choose between her and the Scoobies, he had chosen.
Anya was mad to say the least. She had thrown the wedding ring at Xander like it was trash, said she wouldn’t take him back for even a thousand orgasms, and stormed out of the apartment. Well stormed out after she had cleaned him out, she took anything and everything that she thought was even slightly hers . . . like the hair brush and his money. Xander would have to go to the store soon and buy toilet paper since Anya had taken it all with her. She would have taken the refrigerator, stove, and the cabinets too . . . It was just a good thing she only had so much room in Xander’s car. The fact that they were none movable helped too.
Turning over on his naked bed he looked mournfully at his new tv. His poor poor flat screen tv . . .It was too wide to fit in the car. When he bought it he had to barrow his uncle Roy’s truck just to get it home. It had a crack in it. When he turned it on the picture would show up distorted. Like a photo cut in half then taped back together.
Getting off his nearly bare bed Xander picked up the phone and ordered pizza. He was hungry. Anya had taken all the food with her. It would have been nice if she had told him before he left for work that she was going to clean him out! He would have went to the grocery store before heading home . . . That and nailed everything down.
He had been enraged when he entered HIS apartment to find the coffee table he had made, the chairs he had bought, and the sound system that Anya wanted gone. All his stuff had been thrown around the floor. His Star Track collector plates smashed, favorite shirts torn and not even good enough to be called rags, pictures of the gang burned in the trash.
Xander had driven to the Magic Box to find Anya flirting with Giles as she handed him her two week notice, well it was really a two second notice. After a yelling match, which involved throwing of sharp objects, Xander got back some of his undamaged stuff but lost his car. In a moment of girly stupidity Anya drove off, burning rubber as she went. Her not being able to drive, nor the fact that she was holding both peddles down, didn’t seam to stop her.
Just an hour ago on tv Xander had watched the L.A. news . . . Anya had mastered going straight but not speed control . . . she had at least eight police cars tailing her. Xander doubted the chances of her discovering the break before she totaled the car.
Xander should just thank his lucky stars that he had never put Anya on his bank account. It would take all his savings to fix his apartment. Anya must have had a bat or something, because he would have to buy some plaster for the holes in the ceiling.
When his pizza and six pack of coke arrived he sat alone in his living room and ate. His phone, the good one he had wrestled away from Anya, would ring. But he wouldn’t answer it. Willow would call every hour . . .she meant well, but at the moment Xander was kinda embarrassed and not in the mood to talk.
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Walking was good. Keeps you fit and what not. All skinny like. Not that Xander was fat! In fact Joyce, Ms. Summers always did claimed that he needed more meat on his bones. He missed her. She was a good cook.
But Xander wasn’t really worried about how fit he was. He was walking because he had no car. His car had died in a burning blaze of orange flame. His car hadn’t been anything new or shinny, but it did get him from point A to B. But now it was in an L.A. junk yard . . . Anya was in a jail somewhere there too. He had giggled bitterly as he had watched Anya’s arrest on his broken tv.
It was just like Cops. Spikes on the road to pop the tires, cop cars ramming the back of the runaway car, and blockades all around. It was kinda funny to him, Anya yelling and screaming at the cops about THEIR poor driving. At the end of the chase the shrieking woman was maced, manhandled to the ground, and cuffed.
As Anya was yelling for vengeance against the cops, Xander, and the car, she was put in the back of one of the cop vehicles. In the car she kept bellowing about the stupidity of males that could be heard clearly by the helicopter that had followed. As she yelled and cursed Xander had been worried that some demon would come and make vengeance on him. All he needed was to wake up with a tail or turned into someone’s food. But the one demon that came to bug Xander was Spike. And he only came to pat Xander on the back and laugh at the replay of Anya’s arrest. *Spike has to get his jollies somewhere . . . I guess.*
Xander was on his way to the Magic Box. He had avoided the others for two days, but tonight they were going to have a meeting on the latest big bad. People had been going missing just before dusk, before most of the worst night creatures were out. But this new bad guy was targeting a certain group. Young lovely looking males and females around the ages fifteen and thirty. No bodies or remains of any kind appeared . . . but casting circles . Giles believed that people were being used as sacrifices or perhaps whisked away to another dimension.
Buffy wouldn’t let poor Dawn go anywhere . . . And boy did she gripe about that! It was always fun to watch the two spit-fire sisters word fight, they could get pretty colorful when they want. Suddenly a bush just ahead of him rustled.
“Who’s there!?! I warn you I swing a mean stake and I’m not talking about the kind that go moo. . .” Stopping he waited, the stake in his hand held so tight it cramped. Xander sagged in relief as a scruffy gray cat went zooming out of the bush and across the street. Probably just a escapee cat from kitten poker.
Xander shook his head and chided himself for being so jumpy. He was only a block from the shop after all. Xander was going to start walking again when he felt eyes on him. The hair on the back of Xander's neck rose as a new sound could be heard. Foot steps. And not human or vamp steps either. The foot steps sounded almost horse like as it clomped on packed earth. The sound was coming from behind him. Not even looking back Xander bolted and ran for the shop.
A laugh sounded behind him and then the sound of a herd followed him. Xander kind of felt like the poor cute little deer on the discovery channel running for its life. *But deer don’t run from horses . . .Unless they’re evil man eating horses!*
Xander was going to scream out for Buffy or somebody when a big grey hand clamped over him mouth. A solid grey arm the size of his thigh wrapped around his waist holding him tight to a hard body.
Xander’s eyes widened as two grey creature stepped into his line of sight. They had broad flat faces, big yellow tinged eyes, and large flat teeth. *They look kind of horsy, if you tip your head a certain way . . .*
What Xander found quite odd was that the creatures were wearing clothes. Not the odd fabrics he’d seen on some demons but regular clothes. One creature was wearing a suit, the other a plain white shirt with an unknown logo on it and cloth pants. The creatures were smiling at Xander as they looked him up and down, they were looking at him like Buffy would a pretty pair of heels that were on sale.
Xander frowned, he didn’t remember putting on a for sale sign when he left his apartment. Looking at the creatures with fear that was bordering on complete and utter panic Xander tried to speak through the hand covering his mouth. “Hummf!!!!”
“Por Ku chablua cheem fer pih Illlth Sssssssith!” Xander listened as the creatures grunted then began to laugh. The one in the suit walked up to stand in front of Xander and petted his hair with one clawed hand.
“Pih breeth Illlth Ssssssith . . .” It hissed softly as it pulled a box from its coat. In the box was a purple powder. It scooped some up with its pinky claw and blew the fine dust in Xander’s face.
“Nort bith.” It said as Xander’s eyes started feeling heavy. Unable to keep his eyes open Xander fell into an unnatural sleep.
The creature’s smiled at each other then the one in the suit pulled a necklace with a large oval shaped stone on it from around its neck. It glowed with a bluish light and in its center a tiny sand turner spun.
“Firtera!” It hissed out. Around them a circle of light formed and slowly they sunk into the ground. In seconds they were gone only leaving the burn ring on the side walk. A minute later the Magic Box’s door opened and Buffy peeked her head outside.
“Hello?” Looking from one empty street to the next Buffy rolled her eyes. “Dawn there’s nothing out here! Your just hearing things!” She scuffed as she closed the door.
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Giving a moan of pain Xander opened his eyes only to find himself in a cell with naked young men. Standing Xander looked himself over. He was equally as nude-like. Covering his manly parts a very panicked Xander tried to find a way out.
Feeling around and inspecting the walls gave Xander nothing. The room was locked up tight. Every once in a while the doors would open and a tall orange colored demon would come in. He spoke English but said nothing of true use to Xander. He would just say ‘him’ or ‘he will do’ and the guards would take the person away.
As the door opened again Xander tries to sneak toward the door only to have the demon’s eyes land on him. It’s slitted eyes looked him over then it gave a slow toothy smile. “ Him. His energy is strong. He might live through it.”
As the grey demons grabbed him Xander tried to fight. But his kicking and bitting seamed as effective as a kitten trying to bat a statue. He was taken to a lab and strapped down to a cold metal table. In the far corner of the room he could see three or four bodies in the shadows. The corpses were bloody and their bellies looked like they blew open from the inside. With his own belly clinching painfully Xander turned and started to whimper as the orange demon put on surgical gloves.
“Don’t worry little human . . . if this goes wrong your death will be swift.” It said in a soothing voice that was anything but. “Now lets get started my little half-ling.”
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Review.
I'm not done by a long shot! Hell I still need to look over this story! I'll have another chapter soon!
AUTHOR: MoonKat
FANDOM: Yu Yu Hakusho/BTVS
PAIRING: Xander/?/?
RATING: R
WARNING: In later chapters will have:Male/Male: :Slavery: :Sex:
SUMMARY: Breaking up with Anya is a life change in itself! When he was heading to the Magic Box Xander gets kidnaped.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective
owners. Any original characters and plot are the property of the author or authers. I'm in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of either media.
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Sprawled out on his bed in his empty apartment Xander Harris tried to shut down his brain. He was currently brooding. Brooding in a Dead Boy kind of way. Pity-party table of one. Anya had dumped him . . . Sure she had said yes to getting married . . .But when push came to shove and it was time to get your hands dirty . . . Anya didn’t really like that much. She wanted a normal human life with her normal human fiance. Anya had realized she wasn’t an ageless demon no more and that scared her. And when it was time for Xander to choose between her and the Scoobies, he had chosen.
Anya was mad to say the least. She had thrown the wedding ring at Xander like it was trash, said she wouldn’t take him back for even a thousand orgasms, and stormed out of the apartment. Well stormed out after she had cleaned him out, she took anything and everything that she thought was even slightly hers . . . like the hair brush and his money. Xander would have to go to the store soon and buy toilet paper since Anya had taken it all with her. She would have taken the refrigerator, stove, and the cabinets too . . . It was just a good thing she only had so much room in Xander’s car. The fact that they were none movable helped too.
Turning over on his naked bed he looked mournfully at his new tv. His poor poor flat screen tv . . .It was too wide to fit in the car. When he bought it he had to barrow his uncle Roy’s truck just to get it home. It had a crack in it. When he turned it on the picture would show up distorted. Like a photo cut in half then taped back together.
Getting off his nearly bare bed Xander picked up the phone and ordered pizza. He was hungry. Anya had taken all the food with her. It would have been nice if she had told him before he left for work that she was going to clean him out! He would have went to the grocery store before heading home . . . That and nailed everything down.
He had been enraged when he entered HIS apartment to find the coffee table he had made, the chairs he had bought, and the sound system that Anya wanted gone. All his stuff had been thrown around the floor. His Star Track collector plates smashed, favorite shirts torn and not even good enough to be called rags, pictures of the gang burned in the trash.
Xander had driven to the Magic Box to find Anya flirting with Giles as she handed him her two week notice, well it was really a two second notice. After a yelling match, which involved throwing of sharp objects, Xander got back some of his undamaged stuff but lost his car. In a moment of girly stupidity Anya drove off, burning rubber as she went. Her not being able to drive, nor the fact that she was holding both peddles down, didn’t seam to stop her.
Just an hour ago on tv Xander had watched the L.A. news . . . Anya had mastered going straight but not speed control . . . she had at least eight police cars tailing her. Xander doubted the chances of her discovering the break before she totaled the car.
Xander should just thank his lucky stars that he had never put Anya on his bank account. It would take all his savings to fix his apartment. Anya must have had a bat or something, because he would have to buy some plaster for the holes in the ceiling.
When his pizza and six pack of coke arrived he sat alone in his living room and ate. His phone, the good one he had wrestled away from Anya, would ring. But he wouldn’t answer it. Willow would call every hour . . .she meant well, but at the moment Xander was kinda embarrassed and not in the mood to talk.
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Walking was good. Keeps you fit and what not. All skinny like. Not that Xander was fat! In fact Joyce, Ms. Summers always did claimed that he needed more meat on his bones. He missed her. She was a good cook.
But Xander wasn’t really worried about how fit he was. He was walking because he had no car. His car had died in a burning blaze of orange flame. His car hadn’t been anything new or shinny, but it did get him from point A to B. But now it was in an L.A. junk yard . . . Anya was in a jail somewhere there too. He had giggled bitterly as he had watched Anya’s arrest on his broken tv.
It was just like Cops. Spikes on the road to pop the tires, cop cars ramming the back of the runaway car, and blockades all around. It was kinda funny to him, Anya yelling and screaming at the cops about THEIR poor driving. At the end of the chase the shrieking woman was maced, manhandled to the ground, and cuffed.
As Anya was yelling for vengeance against the cops, Xander, and the car, she was put in the back of one of the cop vehicles. In the car she kept bellowing about the stupidity of males that could be heard clearly by the helicopter that had followed. As she yelled and cursed Xander had been worried that some demon would come and make vengeance on him. All he needed was to wake up with a tail or turned into someone’s food. But the one demon that came to bug Xander was Spike. And he only came to pat Xander on the back and laugh at the replay of Anya’s arrest. *Spike has to get his jollies somewhere . . . I guess.*
Xander was on his way to the Magic Box. He had avoided the others for two days, but tonight they were going to have a meeting on the latest big bad. People had been going missing just before dusk, before most of the worst night creatures were out. But this new bad guy was targeting a certain group. Young lovely looking males and females around the ages fifteen and thirty. No bodies or remains of any kind appeared . . . but casting circles . Giles believed that people were being used as sacrifices or perhaps whisked away to another dimension.
Buffy wouldn’t let poor Dawn go anywhere . . . And boy did she gripe about that! It was always fun to watch the two spit-fire sisters word fight, they could get pretty colorful when they want. Suddenly a bush just ahead of him rustled.
“Who’s there!?! I warn you I swing a mean stake and I’m not talking about the kind that go moo. . .” Stopping he waited, the stake in his hand held so tight it cramped. Xander sagged in relief as a scruffy gray cat went zooming out of the bush and across the street. Probably just a escapee cat from kitten poker.
Xander shook his head and chided himself for being so jumpy. He was only a block from the shop after all. Xander was going to start walking again when he felt eyes on him. The hair on the back of Xander's neck rose as a new sound could be heard. Foot steps. And not human or vamp steps either. The foot steps sounded almost horse like as it clomped on packed earth. The sound was coming from behind him. Not even looking back Xander bolted and ran for the shop.
A laugh sounded behind him and then the sound of a herd followed him. Xander kind of felt like the poor cute little deer on the discovery channel running for its life. *But deer don’t run from horses . . .Unless they’re evil man eating horses!*
Xander was going to scream out for Buffy or somebody when a big grey hand clamped over him mouth. A solid grey arm the size of his thigh wrapped around his waist holding him tight to a hard body.
Xander’s eyes widened as two grey creature stepped into his line of sight. They had broad flat faces, big yellow tinged eyes, and large flat teeth. *They look kind of horsy, if you tip your head a certain way . . .*
What Xander found quite odd was that the creatures were wearing clothes. Not the odd fabrics he’d seen on some demons but regular clothes. One creature was wearing a suit, the other a plain white shirt with an unknown logo on it and cloth pants. The creatures were smiling at Xander as they looked him up and down, they were looking at him like Buffy would a pretty pair of heels that were on sale.
Xander frowned, he didn’t remember putting on a for sale sign when he left his apartment. Looking at the creatures with fear that was bordering on complete and utter panic Xander tried to speak through the hand covering his mouth. “Hummf!!!!”
“Por Ku chablua cheem fer pih Illlth Sssssssith!” Xander listened as the creatures grunted then began to laugh. The one in the suit walked up to stand in front of Xander and petted his hair with one clawed hand.
“Pih breeth Illlth Ssssssith . . .” It hissed softly as it pulled a box from its coat. In the box was a purple powder. It scooped some up with its pinky claw and blew the fine dust in Xander’s face.
“Nort bith.” It said as Xander’s eyes started feeling heavy. Unable to keep his eyes open Xander fell into an unnatural sleep.
The creature’s smiled at each other then the one in the suit pulled a necklace with a large oval shaped stone on it from around its neck. It glowed with a bluish light and in its center a tiny sand turner spun.
“Firtera!” It hissed out. Around them a circle of light formed and slowly they sunk into the ground. In seconds they were gone only leaving the burn ring on the side walk. A minute later the Magic Box’s door opened and Buffy peeked her head outside.
“Hello?” Looking from one empty street to the next Buffy rolled her eyes. “Dawn there’s nothing out here! Your just hearing things!” She scuffed as she closed the door.
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Giving a moan of pain Xander opened his eyes only to find himself in a cell with naked young men. Standing Xander looked himself over. He was equally as nude-like. Covering his manly parts a very panicked Xander tried to find a way out.
Feeling around and inspecting the walls gave Xander nothing. The room was locked up tight. Every once in a while the doors would open and a tall orange colored demon would come in. He spoke English but said nothing of true use to Xander. He would just say ‘him’ or ‘he will do’ and the guards would take the person away.
As the door opened again Xander tries to sneak toward the door only to have the demon’s eyes land on him. It’s slitted eyes looked him over then it gave a slow toothy smile. “ Him. His energy is strong. He might live through it.”
As the grey demons grabbed him Xander tried to fight. But his kicking and bitting seamed as effective as a kitten trying to bat a statue. He was taken to a lab and strapped down to a cold metal table. In the far corner of the room he could see three or four bodies in the shadows. The corpses were bloody and their bellies looked like they blew open from the inside. With his own belly clinching painfully Xander turned and started to whimper as the orange demon put on surgical gloves.
“Don’t worry little human . . . if this goes wrong your death will be swift.” It said in a soothing voice that was anything but. “Now lets get started my little half-ling.”
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Review.
I'm not done by a long shot! Hell I still need to look over this story! I'll have another chapter soon!