The Morrow Days vs. an Anime Store

A short about the Morrow Days against one thing we take for granted… and losing.

The Morrow Days vs. Anime Stores

The shock, the horror, and utter disbelief at the situation as a whole gripped Wednesday, shaking her to her core. How could this happen? What shame! What woe!

She and Friday had accidentally wandered into the yaoi section of the anime store.

"We need to get out of here," Wednesday declared, staring at the floor rather than the pictures posted on the walls or the shonen-ai doujinshi covers.

"Why?" Friday absentmindedly flipped through a random comic, and gave a strange exhale that sounded somewhat between pleasure and absolute disgust. "Who reads this sort of crap?"

"Friday, we can't stay."

"Why not?"

"Because it's yaoi."

"So?" Friday picked up another comic and scanned it, then made a face. "I could write better dialogue while asleep."

"Friday, please. Think of what'll happen if any of the other Days find us here! They'll never let it go!"

"What?" She shrugged. "Big deal."

"Friday! I have a reputation to maintain!"

"You spent several thousand years as a whale. I don't think you HAVE a reputation anymore," Friday replied.

"Where'd Tuesday, Thursday, and Monday get to?" Saturday asked, and cursed. "Leaving me alone with Sunday…"

"Excuse me, princess." Sunday rolled his eyes. "Just get your stupid DVD so we can get out of here. I don't like to linger in the Secondary Realms any longer than necessary."

"Fine." Saturday browsed the large rack of DVD's, increasingly frustrated. "Why isn't Karneval vol. 1 here yet? It should have come out today! House records say so!"

"Maybe you recorded the date wrong?" Sunday asked, smoothing his collar as he noticed a rather gorgeous mortal woman walk on by.

"I never record wrong. I haven't made a mistake since the dawn of time. If anyone screwed up, it would've been Monday's stupid butler setting the Seven Dials. We're probably here a day early."

"Oh well."

"Fullmetal Alchemist is on sale," Saturday noted. "How much money do we have to spend?"

"Infinite."

"Great. I'm grabbing it." She reached out just as a high voice cried out, "What a cool cosplay!"

"What?" Saturday turned. A little boy who came up onto her knee was beaming up at her.

"I said, cool cosplay! Your blue wig looks so realistic! And how'd you get to be so tall? What anime are you from?"

"Cosplay?" Sunday burst into laughter. A huge mistake, as the boy's attention was turned to him.

"Your hair's green! You cosplay too! Are you two married?"

This statement caused Saturday to blush in shame and immediately barrage the boy with statements all basically meaning, 'How dare you accuse me of marrying such scum!' Sunday laughed again, so loudly that several patrons turned to look at him, annoyance plastered on their faces.

"Definitely married," the boy concluded. "See you!" He dashed off as Saturday reached forward to strangle him, but then smiled innocently and straightened when she saw that the cashier was eyeing her suspiciously.

"I don't get anime!" Tuesday complained. "So he was an adult, but now he's a kid…"

"And in this one, he was a boy, but now he's a girl!" Thursday pointed out. "What goes in these peoples' heads?"

"Excuse me," growled a store manager, the five other Days behind him. "I'm afraid I must ask you to leave. The rest of your party has caused quite a disturbance. As such, all of you must exit the premises. I would most appreciate it if you didn't return."

"He didn't even let me buy the DVD," Saturday complained as they exited.

"I'll copy it for you," Tuesday dismissed.

"You would? Thanks."

"You'd lead Tuesday to pirating?" Friday accused.

"I'M the pirate here!" Wednesday declared.

Saturday scowled. "It doesn't matter who the pirate is, the point being, I got thrown out because I was 'being threatening to younger patrons.'"

"You almost strangled a little boy!" Sunday pointed out. "They called the cops on us!"

"Whatever." Saturday nearly slammed open the Front Door of the House, startling the Lieutenant Keeper beyond belief.

"Is something wro-"

"Stick a sock in it."

Alone in her private chambers, Saturday wrote furiously, then smiled once she saw the finished work. "That ought to teach him a lesson," she smirked.

The next morning, a beautiful Saturday, the anime con store announced that it was closed due to unforeseen financial difficulties.

Not to mention, every single product they had was replaced with DVDs of Karneval, vol. 1 and copies of Fullmetal Alchemist.