Paper Planes
Author's Note: This story was inspired by an idiot throwing paper planes in my English class a while back. I give credit to said idiot.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Not mine. I, too, am upset. I love you, Hoshino Katsura!
Pairing: Komui x Reever. Because I couldn't think of any Yullen. Not particularly long, this one. It's also a little light.
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"Komui," a sleep-deprived Australian scientist by the name of Reever Wenhamm muttered drowsily. He was carrying a frighteningly large stack of documents which reached to the top of his nose. "Komui!"
Now, the Supervisor was chatting amiably to the receiver of the phone, paying no attention to the scary stack of papers which seemed to dump itself onto his already-messy desk.
"Who are you fooling, Supervisor?!" Reever yelled into Komui's ear, which made him drop the receiver with disappointment.
"You're so mean, Reever!" he whined, feigning tears. "I was on the phone and you made me cut off without even apologising or saying goodbye!"
"And who, exactly, was that person?"
Silence. The Australian sighed, rubbing his forehead to alleviate his headache. "More documents, Supervisor." He turned to leave, not caring if Komui actually signed them or not, but the rarely-heard rustling sound of paper being moved about made him turn his head around.
"Supervisor!" Reever was clearly shocked. Komui was actually signing his documents! "You're actually doing your wo—"
A paper plane sailed cleanly across the space from Komui's desk and Reever's face, and hit its mark perfectly on the scientist's forehead. He caught the offending projectile and was about to tear it into many tiny pieces small enough to rival Komui's brain size, but something scrawled on it stopped him from destroying that piece of paper. Puzzled, Reever unfolded the plane.
"'Do you eat witchetty grubs?'" the Australian scientist read out loud. "What kind of question is that?" Komui just shrugged with a smug smile on his face. His hands were out of sight; not a good sign. Reever held his arms up in defence when several paper planes came zooming towards him, the Supervisor laughing long and hard. Although slightly agitated, the Australian scientist
was also laughing, throwing back the paper planes that Komui threw at him. Before long, papers were being transformed into projectiles and were being thrown about, the laughter of both men prominent in the Supervisor's office. After a good half-hour, both were exhausted, sitting in the middle of the room, paper planes everywhere.
"Supervisor," Reever said a happy smile on his face. "Why don't we do this more often?"
"Because," Komui replied, just as happy. "You don't stay long enough for the fun to start."
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Author's Note: Well? I got bored during English at high school and wanted to throw a paper plane. Someone else decided to do that for me and got into trouble. He was an idiot for getting caught. Anyway, reviews are, once again, greatly appreciated. Flames, however, on candles, not on my work, if you please.