TA: MWAHA! Now it is Mitsukake's turn to face the wrath of my pencil for no
good reason! Now, it's time for…Mitsukake's Sugar High! And I own nothing
here.
It was a quiet day at Miaka's house. Well, quiet minus one thing.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!"
Mitsukake looked down at his stomach.
"Gee, I'm hungry."
That was exactly what the other seishi were getting: shopping for food and other random errands. Naturally Miaka and Tamahome were doing groceries. Hotohori, Nuriko, and Chiriko always went to the bank and a few other stores while Chichiri and Tasuki took care of the rest. Mitsukake had always been in charge of caring for the house. Dragging himself to the kitchen, he began to hunt for food.
"Refried gator…. Nothing…"(AN: A girl in my acting class actually said this during a performance. Beware the refried gator!)
"Fries are…nothing…and why do these things have such odd names?"
"Pants tree…what's this?" There, in the pantry, hidden in a corner, was a small bag. With much trouble due to his amazing size, he bent down and retrieved the bag.
"Cho-co….I can't read this…." His stomach roared again. "But as long as it's food!" he tore into the bag and devoured the contents hastily.
Meanwhile….
"How could Miaka send us to do this no da?!" Chichiri groaned, standing just outside the local pharmacy. Tasuki was just gawking at the list in his hand, muttering off a stream of obscenities that would make a biker blush. Finally, Tasuki just grumbled, "Let's get this fucking over with. Grab the shit, pay and get the fuck outta here."
"But what if they ask no da?! They're not going to believe that it's for our Miko and her boyfriend no da…"
"What I find more disturbing than shit is that they fuckin need some….."
"I'm not doing this no da…"
"I'd rather do this than face the wrath of a fuckin mad Miaka. It'll be a fuckin second."
Chichiri groaned again.
"One second no da…alright no da…"
Tasuki took a deep breath and stepped into the store, tugging Chichiri with him. Needless to say (as these circumstances would prove) the store was huge.
"Okay! Second's over no da!" Chichiri turned to bolt from the store. Tasuki reached out and grabbed his older friend by the shirt.
"I'm goin in and yer fuckin going with me damn it…" Tasuki drug a reluctant Chichiri to the counter. Tasuki cleared his throat. The girl at the front looked up.
"May I help you?" she asked. Her voice was calm and quiet.
"Um…we…uh…looking…for…uh…" Panicking, Tasuki shoved the list into the girl's hand. Her eyes widened.
"Oh…my…aisle 7…uh…hope you two put them to good use…"
"I TOLD YOU NO DA! I TOLD YOU!!"
Tasuki whacked Chichiri upside the head.
"Not for us, for our fuckin friend who's too damn busy buying food to stuff that oversized mouth of hers with..."
"Tasuki-chan….can we just get this over with no da?"
The girl giggled.
"Your other item is on aisle 6. Have a nice day!" Her voice was too cheerful. Chichiri sighed.
"Miaka asking us to buy….condoms and tampons….she's pushing her luck no da…."
A few hours later…
"Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!" Miaka burst in the door, dashing past Tamahome and making him drop his bags of groceries. Skidding to a stop in the kitchen, her forehead burrowed as she spied a small brown bag on the table. The lingering smell of chocolate danced around the room to her sensitive nose.
"Mitsukake?!" Miaka called out.
"Hai?!" a slightly familiar yet unfamiliar voice answered.
"Have you seen my chocolate covered expresso beans?"
"Dunno. What were they looking like?"
"Mitsukake?" Never had she heard her friend speak like that before. "Where are you?"
"Up heeeeeeeere."
Miaka's head turned upwards. Inches away from her own face was another one, with a wild grin.
"HELLO!!!!"
Tamahome dropped the bags he was gathering at Miaka's scream. It had come from the kitchen. He skid inside to find Miaka staring up at Mitsukake, who was hanging from the kitchen fan.
"Mitsukake?"
"Hey! Tamahome! Look! I can fly!" Mitsukake jumped from the fan and landed face first on the tile floor. Tamahome cringed as the tiles broke with the weight.
"What happened to him?" Tamahome edged over to Miaka, who was trembling. At first it seemed to be in fear, and then she spoke.
"He….he…he ate all my chocolate covered expresso beans!!!!!!"
Tamahome sweatdropped.
"We're home no da!" Chichiri's call echoed into the kitchen.
"Watch yourselves you two. We have a problem," Tamahome called back.
"What could be worse than what we just fuckin had to go through for Miaka-baka?"
"Mitsukake found a stash of chocolate covered expresso beans."
The monk and bandit were there in a moment. Mitsukake was pushing himself off the ground. The tile had cracked from the impact, but there didn't seem to be any damage to Mitsukake.
"Hey guys! You're back! Why don't we all sing a song?!" There was no change to Mitsukake's hyperactivity either.
"Uh-oh…"
"I know! How about Britney Spears! She's so sexy!! Oh Baby, baby! How was I supposed to know that something wasn't right here!"
"AHHH!!!!! SPARE ME SUZAKU! KILL ME NOW!" Tasuki shrieked. Chichiri went off to make a holy ward against the evil spirits of caffeine and sugar. Tamahome twitched.
"No…must…kill….Britney…"
"Death to Spears!" Tasuki picked up his tessen from the ground and began to pummel Mitsukake with it.
"Alright, alright! No Britney! How about Barney?! Or I can do the Pokemon theme song, or…AH!" Mitsukake dashed out of the room. Nuriko's high pitched scream hit their ears second later. Miaka poked her head out of the kitchen to find Mitsukake poised on Nuriko, gripping him tightly.
"Piggyback Nuriko-chan! Piggyback!"
"You're not getting a damn piggyback! Get off!"
"Whyyyyy?" Mitsukake pouted.
"You're squishing Chiriko…"
Mitsukake let go of Nuriko. Indeed, there was the unfortunate child genius, half clinging half stuck to Nuriko's back.
"Gomen Chiriko-chan! I'll sing you a song to cheer you up! I love you, you love me, we're a–"
CLANG!!!
Chichiri held the frying pan tightly. The shape of Mitsukake's head was imbedded in it, and the big guy himself was lying on the ground, swirls in his eyes.
"It had to be done no da…"
Everyone sighed in relief.
"Miaka?" Tamahome asked quietly.
"Hai?"
"You are never, ever going to buy chocolate covered expresso beans again…."
It was a quiet day at Miaka's house. Well, quiet minus one thing.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!"
Mitsukake looked down at his stomach.
"Gee, I'm hungry."
That was exactly what the other seishi were getting: shopping for food and other random errands. Naturally Miaka and Tamahome were doing groceries. Hotohori, Nuriko, and Chiriko always went to the bank and a few other stores while Chichiri and Tasuki took care of the rest. Mitsukake had always been in charge of caring for the house. Dragging himself to the kitchen, he began to hunt for food.
"Refried gator…. Nothing…"(AN: A girl in my acting class actually said this during a performance. Beware the refried gator!)
"Fries are…nothing…and why do these things have such odd names?"
"Pants tree…what's this?" There, in the pantry, hidden in a corner, was a small bag. With much trouble due to his amazing size, he bent down and retrieved the bag.
"Cho-co….I can't read this…." His stomach roared again. "But as long as it's food!" he tore into the bag and devoured the contents hastily.
Meanwhile….
"How could Miaka send us to do this no da?!" Chichiri groaned, standing just outside the local pharmacy. Tasuki was just gawking at the list in his hand, muttering off a stream of obscenities that would make a biker blush. Finally, Tasuki just grumbled, "Let's get this fucking over with. Grab the shit, pay and get the fuck outta here."
"But what if they ask no da?! They're not going to believe that it's for our Miko and her boyfriend no da…"
"What I find more disturbing than shit is that they fuckin need some….."
"I'm not doing this no da…"
"I'd rather do this than face the wrath of a fuckin mad Miaka. It'll be a fuckin second."
Chichiri groaned again.
"One second no da…alright no da…"
Tasuki took a deep breath and stepped into the store, tugging Chichiri with him. Needless to say (as these circumstances would prove) the store was huge.
"Okay! Second's over no da!" Chichiri turned to bolt from the store. Tasuki reached out and grabbed his older friend by the shirt.
"I'm goin in and yer fuckin going with me damn it…" Tasuki drug a reluctant Chichiri to the counter. Tasuki cleared his throat. The girl at the front looked up.
"May I help you?" she asked. Her voice was calm and quiet.
"Um…we…uh…looking…for…uh…" Panicking, Tasuki shoved the list into the girl's hand. Her eyes widened.
"Oh…my…aisle 7…uh…hope you two put them to good use…"
"I TOLD YOU NO DA! I TOLD YOU!!"
Tasuki whacked Chichiri upside the head.
"Not for us, for our fuckin friend who's too damn busy buying food to stuff that oversized mouth of hers with..."
"Tasuki-chan….can we just get this over with no da?"
The girl giggled.
"Your other item is on aisle 6. Have a nice day!" Her voice was too cheerful. Chichiri sighed.
"Miaka asking us to buy….condoms and tampons….she's pushing her luck no da…."
A few hours later…
"Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!" Miaka burst in the door, dashing past Tamahome and making him drop his bags of groceries. Skidding to a stop in the kitchen, her forehead burrowed as she spied a small brown bag on the table. The lingering smell of chocolate danced around the room to her sensitive nose.
"Mitsukake?!" Miaka called out.
"Hai?!" a slightly familiar yet unfamiliar voice answered.
"Have you seen my chocolate covered expresso beans?"
"Dunno. What were they looking like?"
"Mitsukake?" Never had she heard her friend speak like that before. "Where are you?"
"Up heeeeeeeere."
Miaka's head turned upwards. Inches away from her own face was another one, with a wild grin.
"HELLO!!!!"
Tamahome dropped the bags he was gathering at Miaka's scream. It had come from the kitchen. He skid inside to find Miaka staring up at Mitsukake, who was hanging from the kitchen fan.
"Mitsukake?"
"Hey! Tamahome! Look! I can fly!" Mitsukake jumped from the fan and landed face first on the tile floor. Tamahome cringed as the tiles broke with the weight.
"What happened to him?" Tamahome edged over to Miaka, who was trembling. At first it seemed to be in fear, and then she spoke.
"He….he…he ate all my chocolate covered expresso beans!!!!!!"
Tamahome sweatdropped.
"We're home no da!" Chichiri's call echoed into the kitchen.
"Watch yourselves you two. We have a problem," Tamahome called back.
"What could be worse than what we just fuckin had to go through for Miaka-baka?"
"Mitsukake found a stash of chocolate covered expresso beans."
The monk and bandit were there in a moment. Mitsukake was pushing himself off the ground. The tile had cracked from the impact, but there didn't seem to be any damage to Mitsukake.
"Hey guys! You're back! Why don't we all sing a song?!" There was no change to Mitsukake's hyperactivity either.
"Uh-oh…"
"I know! How about Britney Spears! She's so sexy!! Oh Baby, baby! How was I supposed to know that something wasn't right here!"
"AHHH!!!!! SPARE ME SUZAKU! KILL ME NOW!" Tasuki shrieked. Chichiri went off to make a holy ward against the evil spirits of caffeine and sugar. Tamahome twitched.
"No…must…kill….Britney…"
"Death to Spears!" Tasuki picked up his tessen from the ground and began to pummel Mitsukake with it.
"Alright, alright! No Britney! How about Barney?! Or I can do the Pokemon theme song, or…AH!" Mitsukake dashed out of the room. Nuriko's high pitched scream hit their ears second later. Miaka poked her head out of the kitchen to find Mitsukake poised on Nuriko, gripping him tightly.
"Piggyback Nuriko-chan! Piggyback!"
"You're not getting a damn piggyback! Get off!"
"Whyyyyy?" Mitsukake pouted.
"You're squishing Chiriko…"
Mitsukake let go of Nuriko. Indeed, there was the unfortunate child genius, half clinging half stuck to Nuriko's back.
"Gomen Chiriko-chan! I'll sing you a song to cheer you up! I love you, you love me, we're a–"
CLANG!!!
Chichiri held the frying pan tightly. The shape of Mitsukake's head was imbedded in it, and the big guy himself was lying on the ground, swirls in his eyes.
"It had to be done no da…"
Everyone sighed in relief.
"Miaka?" Tamahome asked quietly.
"Hai?"
"You are never, ever going to buy chocolate covered expresso beans again…."