HELLOOO- This is the first chapter of a three chapter little fic about 'The Easter Bunny'... hehehe ^.^
Misaki: That better not be an evil laugh.
And so what if it is?
Misaki: If you and Usagi-san are in on some conspiring deeds surrounding me-
You'll what, egg-sactly?
Misaki: You've already killed me with that lame pun.
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It was a formidable sight to behold. It wasn't so much the brooding threat from Usagi-san that scared Misaki- he was definitely getting used to that now, although his nerves shivered in his spine at the prospect of whatever the handsome author was plotting this time.
It was not the devilish smirk or the dagger-point glint in those slanted violet eyes (but he felt his hands clench as Usagi-san narrowed his eyes further and Misaki's stomach squirmed anxiously as the smirk sharpened).
Oh no. Truthfully, none of those things put the fear in God in Misaki- young, oh so innocent (pfft), Misaki as much as the huge e-
"Usagi-san? Lunch!"
Usagi blinked in the dark room, the glare of the computer making his eyes sting. Oh, Misaki- always one to stop just at the good bit.
He ran his hand through his silver hair and put his laptop screen down to sleep.
Lunch passed by relatively uneventfully; Usagi was far too distracted with his latest novel to tease Misaki too much. However, when Misaki misplaced a sticky noodle on the corner of his lower lip, Usagi couldn't resist… the noodles somehow found themselves in very strange places after that.
Leaving Misaki blustered, abashed and fuming downstairs, Usagi smiled and went back to his writing room.
"None of these things put the fear of God in the… yadayadayada… ah, yes," Usagi muttered to himself. He began to type again.
Truthfully, none of those things put the fear in God in Misaki- young, oh so innocent (pfft), Misaki as much as the huge egg Usagi had in his hands.
"W-What are you going to do with that egg?"
"I'm going to eat it, Misaki."
Usagi grinned as he tortured his written muse.
Two hours later, Usagi had written and edited his short story and had emailed a copy over to Aikawa to approve.
Once the laptop was off, the author padded downstairs to find Misaki sitting on the sofa watching some anime about some chef who was supposedly very funny, very charming… very blablabla in Usagi's opinion.
He walked into the kitchen and got his treat from the fridge: a chocolate egg. He placed it, smiling to himself, on the kitchen counter and went to the cupboard. Once Usagi's rattling had annoyed Misaki fully, the boy stood up and huffed over to him.
"What are you looking for?" Misaki asked, his voice pitched in a tone that illustrated he had asked this of Usagi-san several times beforehand.
"The fondue machine."
"Huhhhh? Why?"
"I want to wear it as a hat and see what Gucci thinks."
"Don't be sarcastic," Misaki remarked, pushing Usagi-san aside and pulling three pots from the shelves before handing the red bowl, its curved rim painted with koi carp, over to him. "Do you want me to cook something for you?" Misaki asked, more than a little worried now.
"No," Usagi said, cutely smiling. This worried Misaki further. The both of them had a stare-off for a good forty seconds or so and before Usagi went to break it with a kiss, Misaki had backed away to the living room.
Misaki winced as he heard cracks and whirs coming from the kitchen. He knew that if he went back there then Usagi would trap him. He just wanted to watch his anime.
Half an hour later and Misaki's DVD series had ended, leaving him feeling both a little depressed and sated. He'd have to wait a whole two months until the next instalment.
He didn't have long to feel either of these emotions fully because in seconds Usagi-san was standing in front of him, holding a huge e-
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