Dear Diary,

It's so fun to torture Mit-chan.

She's probably the best editor I've ever had! So fun to tease; and she' s such a good sport. This week, she's only threatened me with suicide twice! A new record Today, though, I was bored. I had (of course) finished my manuscript, but when Mit-chan came by, I told her it wasn't complete.

"What do you mean, it isn't complete?" she said to me.

"Well, it means that it's not done," I told her calmly, holding back laughter.

Mit-chan glared at me. "I'll give you until this evening. But by then it needs to be finished."

She left me. I was absolutely baffled. She knows by now that I have it done; I always do. She should be begging me to hand it over. Why wasn't she?

Maybe that's it! I suddenly thought in an episode of brilliance. She knows I have it done, so she's not even bothering to challenge me!

"But that's not any fun!" I cried dramatically. "Now, I must think of a different tactic." I sloothily slid into my office, a devilishly handsome smile on my face.

That evening, Tohru made a most delicious meal. I was delicately supping this flavorful morsel (it's so nice to have a woman in the house to cook and clean. Tohru's food is so much better than takeout or, God forbid, Yuki's cooking! Bleh!) when I heard the familiar sound of my belovedly distressed editor's cries.

"SHIGURE!"

"Don't you think that you should get the door, Shigure?" Yuki said.

I chuckled. "Now why would I steal that privilage from you, Yuki? No, I'll go up to my office and finish the manuscript Mit-chan so badly needs." Still chuckling, I silently tiptoed out of the room, leaving the three children gawking at my grace.

It was not Yuki who answered the door, but dear, young, polite Tohru.

"Where is Shigure?" Mit-chan asked, rather loudly.

"Uhmmmm...I-I think he said something about going up to finish a manuscript..." poor baffled Tohru said.

"SHIGURE!" Mit-chan yelled, stomping into my office. She could not see me, for there was no light in the room. I hid behind the door she had just slammed open, and my most marvelous face will be bruised by morning. "WHERE IS THE MANUSCRIPT?"

She stepped into the darkness of the office, and I peaked out from behind the door and said, "Boo!"

She shrieked like a banshee, my poor editor, and then began to beat me with her fists (that will probably bruise too). "WHERE IS THE MANUSCRIPT? SHIGURE, IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THAT MANUSCRIPT RIGHT NOW THEN I WILL KILL MYSELF! YOU MAKE ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE, WANTING TO KILL YOURSELF BECAUSE OF A CARELESS WRITER! WHERE IS THE MANUSCRIPT?"

I laughed, delighted to have my dear editor back to normal. "Now, Mit-chan..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! WHERE IS THE MANUSCRIPT?"

"It's right up here," I said, pointing to my temple.

"WHAAAAAAAT? YOU HAVEN'T EVEN..." Mit-chan started hyperventilating and her face got very pale, too pale to be healthy. It was glorious.

"Mitsuru," Yuki interjected from the hallway. He handed her a large stack of papers clipped together. "Here is the manuscript."

Mit-chan stared at the document then glared at me. "You were finished?"

"I was? Yuki, where did you get that?" I asked.

"It was on your desk. There was even a little sticky note that read Manuscript for Editor on it. Now, if you would please stop yelling, I would be very appreciative." He stalked off.

"Huh," I said indifferently. "I guess I was finished. Well, there you go Mit-chan."

"Don't call me that!"

"Shh! Young Yuki said no yelling!"

"SHIGURE!"

Well, that concludes the story of my awesome sneak attack. It was amazing, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

With An Astounding Amount of Wonderful Love,

-Shigure