Originally written for Just100 community challenge, but since I had difficulties to cropping it to exactly 100 words, I don't post it there.
Notes: Ban-Natsuhiko Piece (My love for Miroku apparently came in the form of abusing their dignity).
Revised: Typos and grammars fixed. Many, many thanks to Rabid Lola. hearts
Sleepover
Midou Ban wasn't exactly a morning person.
Of course he knew that the morning rays of sunshine were good for your growth and all, but it didn't make him less peeved at the alarm clock that seemingly intended to tear his eardrums outat 6.00 AM.
Which is why, the said alarm clock immediately met its end under his 200 kg pressure grip.
That old witch will be fretting about this, he sullenly thought as he pulled the silk blanket up to his chest.
Wait a minute. Silk Blanket?
He jerked and turned around and saw...
...all tucks and bows and flounces and frills...
Ban slowly crept out ofbed, and made a frantic dash to the cupboard.
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Natsuhiko wasjerked awake by the sound of several things crashing and a yelp of pain. Instantly, he was on his feet.
"Ban! What--"
The first thing he noticed was the upside down cupboard, and the mess it was making around the floor.
Next was the too familiar grin on his best friend's face. The particular type of grin he always wore whenever they were up to something...not good.
Feeling dread, Natsuhiko cautiously looked down see to his…No, his sister's nightdress, looked back at the camera in Ban's hand—(that immediately disappeared upon his glare)…
…… and drew a conclusion.
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But still, even a broken nose couldn't wipe the smirk that was plastered on Midou Ban's face all day.
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