Notes: I originally posted this fic under an old account between September 11, 2011 and June 25, 2012.
Everybody Has to Do Laundry
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It was an unfortunate fact of life that even admirals of the Harusame had to do their own laundry.
It was also an unfortunate fact of life that said laundry machine was currently malfunctioning.
Kamui had woken up to a pathetically empty closet, where a hundred bare hangers thumbed their noses at him, mocking. After hurling the hangers into space, annoyed and bleary-eyed, he trudged to the laundry room in his bunny-patterned pajamas, lugging his basket of soiled and bloodied outfits. He loaded the washers and remembered Abuto's lecture to pour only one cup of detergent into each machine (how was he supposed to know dumping a whole container would create man-eating bubbles that would do wet things to his clothes and well-being?). He pressed the "start" button.
Nothing happened.
His antenna twitched.
He pressed the button again, and nothing continued to happen. He balled his fist and blasted the washing machine to smithereens, and still nothing happened, except for clothes and metal shards flying out and settling like a cloud of dust around him.
He paused.
Screw laundry. It was a waste of time and effort and emotions. All he had to do whenever he needed clean clothes was to make Abuto buy more. Yes, that was a brilliant plan.
He stalked off to find Abuto.