Disclaimer!
Monou Fuuma belongs to CLAMP.
Ouch!
It was a scorching hot summer day in the city of Tokyo.
Fuuma left a super-crowded ice-cream vendor in the street of Shinjuku, and he was humming happily to a classic rock song. He carried what seems like a rather big cup of ice-cream, and before he began to eat it, he observed it carefully.
There was three scoop of ice-cream, all was in this perfect, mouth-watering shape. One of them was a raspberry flavored, the other was a green tea flavored, and the remaining was honey flavored. Like it was not juicy enough, on top of it were slices of strawberries, and a mint leaf as the garnish. It was an Italian kind of ice-cream; the softest and the creamiest of all kind. And it seems like everyone in Tokyo is rushing to get it –Fuuma has to struggle really hard, waiting in a long line, and dealing with those who tried to get into his line, just to have these three scoop of them.
And here, right under the blazing hot summer sky, Fuuma watched them shining and inviting him to grab the spoon, and have a bit of them. And feel their coldness touching his tongue. And then came the sweet taste, and he could already feel their juicy texture ran through his mouth… and the heat of the day would not be an issue anymore, as there is this beautiful thing, teasing his senses with its coldness and sweetness, and giving that amazing oral sensation…oh boy, that would be great… and when it melts, he would happily lick them from his hands; in the way he usually did to Kamui's innocent skin. Hm. Blissful.
"Alright, babe," he muttered, grabbing the spoon and began to scoop the ice-cream. "Come to daddy…".
And thoughts of those delicious moments began to fulfill his mind. In a moment, he will enjoy a spoonful of sweet honey-tasted ice-cream…
But out of nowhere, tragedies came and hit hard.
A high school boy was riding his bike really, really fast. He was in such a hurry ("I'm late! I'm late!") that he did not notice Fuuma standing right in front of him, trying to enjoy a spoonful of happiness. And he just hit him right away.
Luckily Fuuma was once (in his dorky days, you know, before he got that Lennon-like glasses and develop a sense of style) the school athlete, and he still got his good reflexes. So he got to jump and save himself right before that stupid bike and stupid high school boy hit him. Lucky.
But dearest, poor ice-cream just do not have that.
In fact, right now it was sitting tragically on the streets of Shinjuku. The cup was upside down, and we could clearly see green tea flavor and raspberry flavor coloring the grey street. Making them not edible anymore. Ever.
Fuuma could only stare in horror. Shocked. Seeing his happiness and indulgence gone in a second, flying away to the sky with its eternal wings, CLAMP-style.
And the stupid high school boy on his stupid bike was nowhere to be seen. Without even an apologize.
Wthin a minute, earthquake began to attack Shinjuku, and buildings started to crumble helplessly. The Dark Kamui is so not happy.
-OWARI-
Been trying to make a funny story please R&R and tell me if it works to make anyone laugh! All constructive criticism are welcomed, while those unconstructive ones shall be sent back like a magical backlash to its sender :P