A c c o r d i n g t o L a g

Disclaimer : I do not own Letter Bee, or any of its characters, I'm just a fan.


Discovering the mess in living room, he sighed. What was on her mind. He smirked.

What wasn't? Even Zaji had to admit he treated his, now ex, girlfriend like shit. Turning off the lights, he shrugged to himself. What's the point of living alone if you can't do the cleaning up when your lazy backside tells you to?

You're really a bastard. And she loved you. Idiot. What were YOU thinking? Slouching to his bed, he felt his senses slowly drift away. Damn, he was tired. A soon as his eyes closed, the slow, torturing flashback started.

Bang. Bang. BANG! Yeah, that opened the doors. Permanently. As a little blond, ill-tempered tornado stormed in his bedroom, he grimaced. Oh yeah, that opened the door alright.

- What?

- What what?

- Don't tell me you stormed in here like there was a clusterfuck of gaichuus on your tail just to glare daggers at me.

- I have the right.

- Whatever floats your boat.

- Don't fuck with me, Zaji! I'm serious.

- Damn right you are. Now, may I know the holy reason to your divine anger?

- I always wondered how there was always something wrong with me. I never suspected it was only in your head. It was always me, I was stupid, useless, boring, a real dumbfuck who can't even catch a cold.

He shrugged.

- There is an institution for people who distort their anger toward themselves. I think that there's a medicinal name for that. Depressia.

Ignoring him, she ranted on.

- Fancy how Lag think exactly the opposite.

- Oh yes, your Lag dearest is most upholy.

- Fuck you, Zaji. He's better than you. And you know.

- Ouch. If I cared, that could have hurted.

- Well you know what? I think you're a senseless jerk. You can't cook, clean, be romantic or even hold on to a girlfriend.

- Just run to your Lag. He obviously is a neat, very romantical cook who can keep a girlfriend. You know the way out. You know, through the door you just smashed. What was with that, anyway? When did my door hurt you enough to preform fatality?

- Around that time when you became a complete idiot. About the time you were born.

- Touche. Then why are you still here?

- Goodbye, Zaji. „

„I'm sorry. I am a senseless jerk. I can't cook, or clean, or be romantic. Care to help me about the girlfriend problem?"

Message sent.

He smiled in the dark. He knew she would be right here beside him, sleeping. With her head on his chest and his hand draped nonchalantlly over her, on the side of the bed that is rightfully hers, even by the next morning. She always prefered his messy, overcooked, non-romantic ramen, anyway. That was one of the many things he loved about her.