I'm Too Sexy...

	Iori stepped in the spotlight.    
	His fans were screaming at him, some waving flags or posters or even 
lighters.  His eyes roamed the crowd until they rested on a person on 
the front row, center.  His face twisted into a scowl.  
	Oh, but he cannot resolve this problem right now!  He had to finish his 
concert.
	He cleared his throat.

	"I'm... too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, love's going to 
leave me...."

More screams.  The person in front row center booed.  

	Iori snarled at the person before singing the next line, running a hand 
through his flaming red hair dramatically.  He twirled and moved into a 
sexy pose for the ladies, and perhaps some men.  "I'm too sexy for my 
shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts...."  He removed his 
shirt and tossed it into the crowd.
	Unfortunately, the shirt landed on the one Iori-hater in the audience.  
He grimaced and threw the shirt back at Iori, who growled.  The redhead 
removed the white shirt from his face and hurled it back.  A muffled 
insult from the Iori-hater after he had been knocked back to the ground 
from the Sexy Shirt Attack.
	"I'm... too sexy for my land, too sexy for my land, New York or 
Japan...."
	Iori dodged a tomato thrown from the front row, center.  He snarled, 
silently telling himself he will maim the fool AFTER he had finished the 
concert.  
	"I'm... too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, the way I'm 
disco dancing...."
	And Iori danced.
	And it was good.
	At least for the ladies, and perhaps some men.
	"I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the 
catwalk...On, the catwalk, yeah.  I do my little turn on the 
catwalk...."
	Iori did a little turn, sidestepping another thrown fruit by front row, 
center.
	"I'm...too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car, too sexy by far...."
	Someone honked their horn from the parking lots.  Iori grimaced and 
picked up one of the squashed tomatoes and propelled it at the insolent 
wretch who dared to throw such a fruit at his sexy self.  
	"I'm... too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat, what you think about 
that?"  
	He could hear a hoarse booing emanating from front row, center.  No, 
you can't kill him now.  Got to wait until AFTER the concert.  Okay, 
after the song.  ONLY after the song.  No sooner.  He snarled to himself 
and clenched a fist, still dancing to the beat of the song.  He did 
another sexy pose and there were more 'kyaa's coming from the females, 
and perhaps some males, in the audience.  
	He switched to the chorus and ran his fingers slowly through his hair, 
smirking darkly at more screams.  "They are so idiotic."
	Dead silence.
	Oh, drat.  He said that into the microphone.
	He put on his most innocent grimace he hoped looked like a smile (which 
didn't seem very pleasant)  and resumed dancing.
	"I'm... too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat, oh pussy...oh pussy 
cat..."
	More squealing came from the females, and perhaps some men.
	"I'm... too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, love's going to 
leave me..."
	"AS IF ANYBODY'D LOVE YOU, YOU REDHEADED FREAK!!"
	Iori snarled and almost forgot his last line.  Last line!  Then the 
song was over!  He could go tear that boy to shreds!!
	"I'm... too sexy for this song."
	He leaped into the audience and grabbed the Iori-hater's neck.  "Sono 
mama SHINE*, Kusanagi!!!"
	"Iori-chan!!  I love that song!!  Did you sing it just for me?"
	Iori shrieked and backed away from a starry-eyed Benimaru.  The man had 
his hands clasped in front of his chest, and was closing in on Iori.  
"Iori-chan, sank you!" 
Kusanagi grimaced and rubbed at his bruising neck.  "Freak...."
Iori cast the Japanese teenager a dark look, ignoring the fact that 
Benimaru was still closing in on him.  Unfortunately, the boy stuck his 
tongue out to distract him just as Benimaru grabbed the man by the 
shoulders and kissed him.
"ARGH!!!  SONO MAMA SHINE!!!"

*Die as you are! (Iori's trademark saying.)

End.

Notes:
	1. I didn't write this one. My younger sister, some of whom you may 
know as �Kat', wrote this after seeing an anime music video of the same 
song. Only the guys who made it used footage from the following:
				Ranma 1/2(Mikado Sanzenin and Ranma with a neko shampoo scene), 
Dragon Ball (Yamcha and Blue from the Red Ribbon army), Moldiver, Lupin 
III, Dragon Half (Dick Saucer), Nadia, KO Century Beast Warriors (Bud), 
Maison Ikkoku (Shun Mitaka), Nuku nuku (Yoshimi's uncle), DNA2(using a 
single Junta barf scene), and El-Hazard (Fujisawa- sensei.) [forgive me 
if I forgot anyone.]

	So, basically you get the idea. And both this fic and the video are 
pretty funny.

	2. Second, concerning KOF, Yagami-sama is one of my favorites. He hates 
violence despite his rather violent temper, he's in a band of his own, 
and ya just gotta love the �sex-pistol' pants. [snicker].

	3. Concerning Benimaru's preference... I'd rather leave it to the 
person who sees him. I for one don't really care about the Kusanagi and 
his buddies. YAGAMI-SAMA ALL THE WAY!! 



Teknos WarHammer

"Anyone without scars on their hearts would be superficial."
                       --Hiei 

"No! Do or Do not! There is no try."
                       --Yoda
                       
-Knight of the True Fiancee. A.K.A. Akane Tendou
-Supporter of the Zelgaudess Greywers/Amelia Wil Tesla Seyruun couple.
-Fanfic writer of Teknoman and other great manga and anime.
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