Breaking Wind

A Hayate the Combat Butler drabble

By

EvilFuzzy9


Hayate was struggling. He was struggling to hold it back, to keep it from getting loose. It was an arduous ordeal, almost sysiphian in scope and nature, but Hayate was not one to give up so easily.

He was strong. He was determined. He would not let it escape – not here, and not now; not like this. No, he would not fail. He would not. He could not! If he failed to restrain it, havoc would descend upon the unsuspecting gathering.

He gritted his teeth and set his jaw. He squared his shoulders and clenched his fists, marshaling every last ounce of his strength to aid him in this endeavor. It was difficult, oh so difficult, but he would persevere, he would endure, he would—

THHHBBBBBPPPPPTT

Like the roar of some terrible beast, the sound reverberated through the room. In a display of impressive impromptu synchronization, everyone's eyes fell on him.

There was a pregnant pause. After several minutes, all at once a great cry went up.

"Oh God, it stinks!" someone shouted.

Oops.

Well, at least he had the good sense to look sheepish.

"Uh, sorry?"


A/N: Yeah, that's right: I went there. Because I decided, a while ago, that for my fiftieth fanfic I wouldn't bother doing anything ambitious or pretentious. For my fiftieth fanfic, I decided to instead bite the bullet and do a glorified fart joke. Honestly, it's just fitting, in some strange way. I don't take myself too seriously, and neither should you.

TTFN~