-Lag? Do you need Niche's help?
The white haired boy couldn't help but smile. They were 16 and Niche still thought that he needs her help getting dressed.
-No, Niche. I'm fine.
He heard her grunting sounds. Even though he couldn't see her, hence the door to his room that had put a barrier between them, he knew that she would have probably glared holes at him.
-But, Niche's Lag's dingo and he sh-
-Niche, I can manage to get dressed without your help.
-So, Lag doesn't need Niche's help?
-No.
He continued to get dressed, but he still knew Niche was in front of his door; he could still hear her breathing.
-What about Steak's?
He smiled. His dingo, the Maka girl hasn't changed one bit. She was still an oddball, childish and over-protective as always.
As soon as he opened the doors, she glanced up, at his face. She was smaller than him by 5 whole inches. As a response, he glanced back at her. Her blond hair, made out of swords was probably longer than the girl itself, but Niche had put it into two neatly tied pigtails, and it was now falling loosely over her shoulders and back. She was wearing a pink pajama, with flowers over it. As always, Steak was on the top of her head. Lag couldn't remember how many times he had to convince his dingo not to eat the poor creature.
-No, Niche. I'm almost done anyway.
Niche looked at his white, unbuttoned shirt, and his ruffled, snowy hair. As a decoration, he had an untied bow tie around his neck.
-Is Lag sure?
-Positive.
However, after a few minutes of the boy's grunting, he called out nervously.
-Niche?
She stood in front of him, and the reason for his grunting was clear. His index finger was tied in between something only a blind person could call a bow tie. She sighed and started tying it.
-I still don't get it how do you know how to do it.
He earned a surprised look from his dingo.
-I mean, I can't learn it, but you're a master at it.
-Exactly. If Lag can't do it, someone has to.
He blushed and smiled, he knew he could always count on Niche to surprise him.
-Is Lag going on a mission? Why isn't Niche going?
-Heh, no, actually, I have the night off, so I thought I should go visit Gauche.
-Gauche?
-An old….friend.
-Oh.
-You could come too, if you want.
-Niche is going, because that's what dingos do.
She stated with a fire-like glow in her eyes. Then she hurried into her room, and started getting dressed. Lag was sitting on a sofa, watching TV. After a few minutes passed, Niche's head popped out from the wall that separated her room from the hallway.
-Lag?
-Hai?
-Does Niche have to wear those underpants?
-If she wants.
Then Niche disappeared behind the mentioned wall. It has been quite a wild since Lag became a Letter Bee. He and Niche (and Steak, as the Maka girl constantly reminded him) lived together in a big apartment in Nocturnal Row, in Central Yuusari. Although Niche wasn't the dream roommate, she was pleasant as a friend, and like it or not, Lag had to admit, it was never boring when she was around.
-Done!
He took a good look at her, before realizing why her clothes looked so strange to him. She had a raincoat pulled on top of a large sweater, that was, without a doubt, his. She had a grotesquely small skirt with two mismatched knee-high socks under it. She also had flip-flops over the socks. And, as a cherry on top, she had a pilot's hat on her head. Niche reminded him of this horror movie he once watched, where a weird looking girl massacred the whole village. He sighed, got up, and taking Niche's hand, he went to her room, pulling her. He opened her closet, and almost screamed.
-Niche! When was the last time you cleaned?!
She answered quickly, picking on a thread that was sticking in a weird angle out of her blanket.
-A while.
Lag sighed. This is NOT going to be fast.
30 minutes later, after a dozen of changes, Lag carefully glanced over Niche's body. She was currently wearing a dress-like sweater in beige, with matching tights and brown boots. He decided she looked normal, although, there was a detail that bugged him. The collar of her sweater was too asymmetric. He walked over to her, with a determined look in his eyes.
-Lag?
-Hold still.
Fixing the collar, he looked at her. Was she always this pretty? He knew she was always something special, but she had grown quite beautiful over the years. She looked up at him. Looking at each other, they both blushed.
-We should go.
-Mhm.
Steak climbed up the girl's head, and soon they were walking down Nocturnal Row.
Yaaay! FLUFF! :3
I mean really, why am I the FIRST ONE to write a LAGxNICHE fic?
No fair….