A/N: For those of you who are relative newcomers to this site, this fic used to be part of a group of Kessha series-related drabbles. I was unsatisfied with them as a whole, so I deleted them several months ago. However, I always had a soft spot for this particular drabble, so I decided to fix it up a bit and post it as its own one-shot! Hey, people here seem to do it all the time, so I'm assuming I'm not going to get reported for it or anything.
The Pink Kimono in question is the one that Manjoume wears in Episode 60 (the Asuka vs Fubuki duel). After then, it seemed to disappear without a trace, so this is what I think may have happened to it.
As is usual for this series, Manjoume is a bit OOC, since he's been brainwashed and all.
It was a quiet morning in the White Dorm. Manjoume, now better known as White Thunder, was listlessly sprawled out on his bed. And, most importantly, he was BORED.
Saiou-sama was in his office, and White Thunder knew better than to disturb him. Asuka was doing some woman's chore like inventorying the kitchen or something. All of the possible converts were in class.
What, was he, White Thunder, supposed to entertain HIMSELF? Apparently so. His light-atrophied brain was stretched to the limits as he tried to think of things to do.
He could play a video game, but he had already played all of them a million times.
He could actually do his homework for once. No...that would be a sign of weakness...of deferring to the authority of the evil non-converted teachers! He couldn't get caught doing that. Better to flunk all of his classes than to betray Saiou-sama.
He could maybe force someone to duel him. But he was too lazy to leave his room.
Okay. He would rearrange his closet. And by "rearrange", of course, he meant "dump everything out and throw it randomly on the floor".
Silly Asuka was always putting all his clothes away, no matter how much he insisted that he preferred them to be lying on the floor! She insisted that clean rooms were more conducive to The Light, but for once White Thunder disagreed. If his clothes were all put away, how would he know that someone hadn't gone and stolen them all?!
No, this wouldn't do at all. White Thunder was now determined to correct this problem.
There. That was better.
His jacket was flung across a chair. His dirty, gloriously smelly socks were on the floor where he could actually SEE them. He'd even found that old pair of pajamas that Asuka had threatened to throw away!
Even though he knew that the whole effort was futile, that Asuka would be walking in with her stupid laundry basket and picking everything up again to be washed, at least he wasn't BORED.
Hey, wait a minute. What was that thing wadded up in the closet?
It was a Pink Kimono. It was his size. And it was the most loathsome thing White Thunder had ever seen! He must have accidentally thrown this in with the rest of his stuff when he moved to this room. White Thunder knew that he would have never packed such a hideous thing intentionally!
Without hesitation, White Thunder pressed the intercom.
"Yes?" said a voice.
White Thunder replied, "Come over to my room. You will see a hideous Pink Kimono. Take it away and dispose of it. I don't care what you do, just get it out of my sight!"
The voice over the intercom answered, "Yes, White Thunder-sama. Someone will see to it immediately."
Well, that was the end of that.
And now White Thunder was BORED again.
THE END
A/N: With any luck, reposting this fixed-up story was my first step toward getting my inspiration back. I'll try to write and/or update something over Thanksgiving Break...if I'm not too lazy.