Laundry
Disclaimer: I do now own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fanfiction.
"Ugh," Micro-ice yelped, upon coming into contact with a pair of used boxer shorts. "How did we get ourselves into this mess?"
"Well…" replied D'jok, cocking his head to one side…
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh…you're ruining my flashback…"
Cue the sound of flashback music in D'jok's head.
"D'jok, pass the ball!" Aarch shouted, only to be completely ignored.
"I'll make him pass!" Micro-ice exclaimed, tackling D'jok, only to start juggling the ball.
"I had it under control!" D'jok shouted at Micro-ice.
"Take training seriously!" Aarch's voice boomed into their ears.
Rocket, Tia and Thran all sighed in unison, irritated as ever by their antics. Although it was quite a while before the next GFC started, they still needed to be on top form, which they couldn't be whilst D'jok and Micro-ice were acting like divas.
"Give me the ball," D'jok, bumped into Micro-ice knocking him over.
"All you had to do was ask!" Micro-ice joked, light-heartedly, pulling D'jok onto the ground by the leg so that D'jok's face was right next to the ball. "Here you go!"
D'jok scowled.
"D'jok and Micro-ice, if you are so eager to get your kit dirty then you won't mind doing the group's washing!" Aarch yelled.
"But coach, this is the holo-trainer, there is no actual dirt!" Micro-ice objected.
If Aarch was feeling reasonable he might have acknowledged this point, but was just so sick of D'jok's ego and Micro-ice's lack of respect- that was the problem with kids these days, they were too pampered.
"You're doing the laundry and that's final."
D'jok blinked and the flashback ended.
"And that's how it happened…"
"You do realise that I wasn't in on that flashback, right?"
D'jok waved his hand around, as if to say 'details, details.' "It doesn't matter how we got here, the point it we have to do it," he added.
Micro-ice pouted and reluctantly got on with the task at hand, there wasn't exactly a choice was there.
"I just hope Aarch doesn't make this his punishment of choice, I can't stomach doing this again."
"I have an idea," D'jok suddenly exclaimed, a devious smile coming to his face.
Later…
"Argh!" shrieked Mei, the sound echoing throughout the hallways.
"What's happened?" asked Tia, worriedly, rushing into the bathroom.
Seeing Mei she stopped and stared. After a shocked moment she burst into rambunctious laughter.
"It's not funny," Mei said, forlornly, crossing her arms over her chest that was barely covered by a massively shrunken t-shirt. "I just got this last week."
Tia checked her own laundry and found that she had encountered a similar problem.
"I knew we couldn't trust those boys to do our laundry, they are hopeless creatures when it comes to anything practical."
Meanwhile…
Aarch stomped down the hall, with his pile of tiny clothing. It was hard enough to find items in his (rather large) size without having idiots ruining them by doing the laundry wrong through sheer incompetence.
"That's the last time I let them do the laundry," he muttered.
"Problem solved," D'jok smirked, high-fiving Micro-ice. "We'll never do laundry ever again."
For Gerkyhen's prompt of: Two characters (of writer's choice) has to handle the laundry. I hope you like it, Gerkyhen, and happy birthday for Monday! Reviews please!