Genesis, Chapter 2 Omake
By Distant Sky King
Rated PG-13
Standard disclaimers apply.
Note: This is meant as a short and humorous supplement to Chapter 2 of "Genesis."
Hope you enjoy.
It had been two days since the ball and Sentryman 079 still couldn't believe his
eyes. He rubbed them for a full two minutes after the initial shock set in, but the image
was burned into his memory. What a sight. He'd never seen anything like it in his life,
and he rather fancied himself a sort of connoisseur in the subject. If the other guards
weren't there to see it for themselves they would have called him a liar, too. He even
woke up that night from a dream about it. Who the hell knew? It wasn't impossible, he
supposed, but everyone thought it improbable. Including him. There was no way anyone
could tell undeneath all...that. Holy hell.
That Princess of Uranus had a damn nice rack.
It wasn't like she was unattractive or anything. Quite the opposite, really, in an
oddly androgynous way. She had curves in all the right places (nice ones, at that) and
green cat-like eyes. And she was blonde. A cute little package all tied up in this men's
clothing bunk that made her look like her loser brother. Sentryman 079 would give his
left...*ahem*...to hit the cocky jerk in that pretty face of his.
That was it. He'd made up his mind. He was going to do something that no one
else had even dared to accomplish. He was going to go against the masses, suck in his
gut, and pull a stiff upper lip. He was going to show the world exactly what that girl was
and then brag afterward that he was the one to do it. He was going to be rid of this pesky
little menace called a good reputation for once and for all, for he was going to BAG
THE PRINCESS OF URANUS!
With this spine-tingling (and other-body-part-tingling) goal in mind, he smiled
smugly to himself and set his tray down on the table. He could do this. He was brave.
He'd stopped many a suspicious-looking royal dignitary at the front gates in his day.
With all the self-confidence of George W. Bush in a sibling's state full of uneducated
octogenarians who play bingo all day and couldn't read a lousy ballot to save their lives,
he strolled up to his gorgeous quarry in the mess line and effectively obstructed her path
by placing his trunk-like body in front of her. He knew just what to say. He'd planned it
all out. Girls of her calibre wanted to be controlled. He simply reeked of testosterone.
"Hey, pretty boy," he teased good-naturedly.
Unamused green eyes met his dull brown, but that didn't stop him. Oh, far from
it. This girl was tough, but it was all a front. She really needed to be put in her place,
Queen's senshi or no. He leaned toward her, grinning all the while.
"What say you and I skip lunch and find something better to do with our time?" he
nearly purred. Yeah, he was smooth. A real lady-killer. Hell yeah.
"What?"
His grin broadened. She was playing dumb! Oh, she could be so cold. Somehow
her heartlessness only made him want her more. "You know what I'm getting at. I want
to find out more about what you keep hidden underneath all that clothing."
Silence conquered the room as all eyes turned toward them and the blonde stared
in shock.
"What did you say?"
Ooh, deadly voice. Deadly, sexy voice. A deadly, sexy voice that he'd like to
hear elevated five decibles in pure, unadulterated ecstacy. The fact that she was still
considered a minor and that he was in his twenties and she was royalty of the highest
regard didn't phase him in the least. She may have been all that, but she was, after all,
still a woman with womanly needs. And who better to fulfill those needs than himself, a
glorious specimen such as he was?
"You heard me," he crooned. "Let's get lost in my blankets and never find our
way back."
A fire sparked in the eyes before him and he grinned. This was it. All his wildest
dreams and desires were about to come true. She wanted him.
The next thing Sentryman 079 knew was pain. Sheer, profound, and utterly
unfathomable pain. It emanated from his left cheek and throbbed its way down his spine
and back up to nestle at start. He looked about himself in a daze. It was then that he
realized that he was sitting on the floor, the angry blonde looming above him furiously
and flexing her right hand. What a woman. He would have grinned if it didn't hurt like a
you-know-what.
Her annoying twin brother walked into the room then and blinked upon seeing
him on the floor with his sister growling angrily above. Great, he was definitely going to
get it now, but it was small price to pay if he'd made an impression.
"Orion," Prince Orion began with a chuckle, "just because I socked you doesn't
mean you have to go around ruining everyone else's faces."
Orion?
"But Uri," Princess Uranus growled, "he hit on me! The jerk HIT on ME!"
Uri?
If the room was silent before, one could hear a pin hit the floor in the hallway as
realization dawned on everyone present simultaneously.
The real princess arched an eyebrow at the fallen soldier before her and grinned
broadly. "The other princesses are going to be very angry with you when they learn you
tried to steal their man, you know," she told him pointedly. "I hope you have a tough
hide."
Sentryman 079's eyes widened. It was impossible. He couldn't...he didn't...
"079 hit on a guy!" someone randomly exclaimed from the back of the room.
Son of a bitch. He did.
He scrambled to his feet as the room erupted into hysterical laughter. He looked
about himself wildly, and, finally discovering the exit, fled with the voices of his
comrades' mockery ringing like clashing swords in his oversized ears.
Princess Uranus turned a curious eye to her brother after watching the spectacle,
but he only shrugged. Class was in a half hour, and if they knew what was good for them
they'd finish their lunches quickly and laugh about everything later. And boy, would they
laugh.
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www.uvm.edu/~vlaporte
By Distant Sky King
Rated PG-13
Standard disclaimers apply.
Note: This is meant as a short and humorous supplement to Chapter 2 of "Genesis."
Hope you enjoy.
It had been two days since the ball and Sentryman 079 still couldn't believe his
eyes. He rubbed them for a full two minutes after the initial shock set in, but the image
was burned into his memory. What a sight. He'd never seen anything like it in his life,
and he rather fancied himself a sort of connoisseur in the subject. If the other guards
weren't there to see it for themselves they would have called him a liar, too. He even
woke up that night from a dream about it. Who the hell knew? It wasn't impossible, he
supposed, but everyone thought it improbable. Including him. There was no way anyone
could tell undeneath all...that. Holy hell.
That Princess of Uranus had a damn nice rack.
It wasn't like she was unattractive or anything. Quite the opposite, really, in an
oddly androgynous way. She had curves in all the right places (nice ones, at that) and
green cat-like eyes. And she was blonde. A cute little package all tied up in this men's
clothing bunk that made her look like her loser brother. Sentryman 079 would give his
left...*ahem*...to hit the cocky jerk in that pretty face of his.
That was it. He'd made up his mind. He was going to do something that no one
else had even dared to accomplish. He was going to go against the masses, suck in his
gut, and pull a stiff upper lip. He was going to show the world exactly what that girl was
and then brag afterward that he was the one to do it. He was going to be rid of this pesky
little menace called a good reputation for once and for all, for he was going to BAG
THE PRINCESS OF URANUS!
With this spine-tingling (and other-body-part-tingling) goal in mind, he smiled
smugly to himself and set his tray down on the table. He could do this. He was brave.
He'd stopped many a suspicious-looking royal dignitary at the front gates in his day.
With all the self-confidence of George W. Bush in a sibling's state full of uneducated
octogenarians who play bingo all day and couldn't read a lousy ballot to save their lives,
he strolled up to his gorgeous quarry in the mess line and effectively obstructed her path
by placing his trunk-like body in front of her. He knew just what to say. He'd planned it
all out. Girls of her calibre wanted to be controlled. He simply reeked of testosterone.
"Hey, pretty boy," he teased good-naturedly.
Unamused green eyes met his dull brown, but that didn't stop him. Oh, far from
it. This girl was tough, but it was all a front. She really needed to be put in her place,
Queen's senshi or no. He leaned toward her, grinning all the while.
"What say you and I skip lunch and find something better to do with our time?" he
nearly purred. Yeah, he was smooth. A real lady-killer. Hell yeah.
"What?"
His grin broadened. She was playing dumb! Oh, she could be so cold. Somehow
her heartlessness only made him want her more. "You know what I'm getting at. I want
to find out more about what you keep hidden underneath all that clothing."
Silence conquered the room as all eyes turned toward them and the blonde stared
in shock.
"What did you say?"
Ooh, deadly voice. Deadly, sexy voice. A deadly, sexy voice that he'd like to
hear elevated five decibles in pure, unadulterated ecstacy. The fact that she was still
considered a minor and that he was in his twenties and she was royalty of the highest
regard didn't phase him in the least. She may have been all that, but she was, after all,
still a woman with womanly needs. And who better to fulfill those needs than himself, a
glorious specimen such as he was?
"You heard me," he crooned. "Let's get lost in my blankets and never find our
way back."
A fire sparked in the eyes before him and he grinned. This was it. All his wildest
dreams and desires were about to come true. She wanted him.
The next thing Sentryman 079 knew was pain. Sheer, profound, and utterly
unfathomable pain. It emanated from his left cheek and throbbed its way down his spine
and back up to nestle at start. He looked about himself in a daze. It was then that he
realized that he was sitting on the floor, the angry blonde looming above him furiously
and flexing her right hand. What a woman. He would have grinned if it didn't hurt like a
you-know-what.
Her annoying twin brother walked into the room then and blinked upon seeing
him on the floor with his sister growling angrily above. Great, he was definitely going to
get it now, but it was small price to pay if he'd made an impression.
"Orion," Prince Orion began with a chuckle, "just because I socked you doesn't
mean you have to go around ruining everyone else's faces."
Orion?
"But Uri," Princess Uranus growled, "he hit on me! The jerk HIT on ME!"
Uri?
If the room was silent before, one could hear a pin hit the floor in the hallway as
realization dawned on everyone present simultaneously.
The real princess arched an eyebrow at the fallen soldier before her and grinned
broadly. "The other princesses are going to be very angry with you when they learn you
tried to steal their man, you know," she told him pointedly. "I hope you have a tough
hide."
Sentryman 079's eyes widened. It was impossible. He couldn't...he didn't...
"079 hit on a guy!" someone randomly exclaimed from the back of the room.
Son of a bitch. He did.
He scrambled to his feet as the room erupted into hysterical laughter. He looked
about himself wildly, and, finally discovering the exit, fled with the voices of his
comrades' mockery ringing like clashing swords in his oversized ears.
Princess Uranus turned a curious eye to her brother after watching the spectacle,
but he only shrugged. Class was in a half hour, and if they knew what was good for them
they'd finish their lunches quickly and laugh about everything later. And boy, would they
laugh.
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www.uvm.edu/~vlaporte