Disclaimer: -hysterical laughter- y-you think that I w-wrote T-tokyo mew mew? -More hysterical laughter- (I don't)
A/N: Woo, yea, more procrastination on Kish vs. cooking and back in the past! And come to think of it, passer-by's promise… -heh- sorry, I'll do it soon…maybe…
He couldn't believe it. Why had he bought it in the first place? That my friends, not even he knows. He also is clueless why he had spent precious money on it in the store, and what more, actually used important time filling part of it out. Time that could have been used to… umm, bug Ichigo or something. Or plot to take over the world! But still, how dare they, the editors say such things about him!
Well, it wasn't true any way. Besides, what could pathetic humans such as….the ones who wrote that know in the first place? They were simply idiotic humans that were destroying this wonderful planet. And they smelt bad. So there.
The bold pink letters blazed from the white page, it hurt his eyes. He crumpled it up and chucked it across the room. Take that, editors! The crumpled paper sat innocently on the wooden floor. It was still bugging him, how you ask? Well, for starters it existed. And, er…well let's just stick with that it existed.
Growling he got up threw it across the room and proceeded to stomp on it like a two year old having a temper tantrum. Pleased at his handy work (or footy work?), he strolled back to where he had been previously seated.
He could feel it staring at him still (though it was an inanimate object, so how it could stare, I have no idea).
Glaring, he stormed over to it and was about to tear it up and chuck it out a window when, it dawned on him. He had added it up wrong; he had fifteen, not twenty-one. He scanned the page for his true answer. His eyes bugged out. This was even worse! He flung the battered thing down and stomped on it, shouting; "How dare they say I'm a winter, I'm a summer, darn it! Not a spring or winter, a SUMMER! Do you hear me????" He picked it up, but tossed it back down and left the room in a huff. The bold title read 'What hair season are you?'
Pai and Tarto shook their heads in disbelief as they listened to Kish rant about how he was a summer and so on. "I told you we should have stopped him from buying that…" Pai sighed at his fellow alien's insaneness and nodded.
"I'm a SUMMER!!!!"