Today was a bad day.
A very, very bad day.
Why is that so? All because of a simple and most idiotic being known as... dun-du-du-dun- you guessed it, Komui! Give the reader a prize!
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Stupid man and his stupid potions...
Now onto the story! Huzzah...
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"What's he doing this time around?" Johnny asked calmly, the rest of the science department watching with him as Komui stirred an unknown, black, and gloppy substance under the guise of a "helpful" potion.
Reever sighed, scratching his head. "I honestly don't know anymore. All I know is that I've given up on trying to stop him," he said, exhausted. The other members all nodded their heads in unison.
Reever continued to watch the ditzy chief add more random stuff.
Let's see... a bag of chips...
"Hey, that was my snack!"
A bottle of cologne...
"Oi! I was gonna use that for a date!"
A cat's tail... (Wait, a cat's tail?)
And... a toenail.
Seriously? A toenail? Who the hell puts a toenail in a "helpful" potion? (Never mind the cat tail)
That was it. No way in hell was Komui going to feed that abomination to anyone. Not on Reever's watch.
"Chief, stop meddling with your..." He struggled to find a befitting word for his... "Whatever it is! You've got paper work to do, and I'm not letting you get out of it so that you can force someone into another sick experiment of yours."
Komui finally looked up from his concoction, which was suddenly, somehow now a swirling rainbow (how does that even happen?!), and frowned childishly.
"Ehhh...! But Reeverrrr..." He whined, but the man simply grabbed him by the collar and began to pull before Komui could escape.
"Stop whining, chief! You're just making this harder on all of us!"
Streams of tears began flowing out of the mad scientist's eyes, feet dragging on the floor and arms flailing about. The child's caretaker had to fling his vacant left arm to the right and struggled to keep his grip locked tight as he pulled backwards with both hands.
"Come... on...!" He grunted.
Despite the efforts of the only responsible person around here, Komui was surprisingly much more defiant than usual.
That wasn't a good thing, obviously, but the reason it was really bad was because, despite how he looked, 1. He wasn't head of the science department for nothing, 2. He could be pretty scary when he wanted to be, and 3. He was actually a lot stronger than he looked.
And because of the fact that he was much more resistant than usual caused Reever to become the one being pulled.
"Oh, no, you don't!" He yelled when they were nearly right where they had started, "You're not going any nearer to that pot! You got that you stupid man?! You got that?!"
This caused Komui to unceremoniously bawl and throw a tantrum the way a five year-old would. Crying turned to sobbing, squirming turned to twisting and lunging back and forth, left to right, etc., etc.
"Great!" Reever put a hand to his face, dragging it down but quickly replacing its hold on Komui's lab coat. "Just what we need - a crybaby." He looked over to the crowd of bystanders, one of which happened to be Allen, who had just passed by to drop off a report. (Seeing the commotion, he decided to watch to satisfy his curiosity)
"Anybody? Help?" Reever pleaded, his eyes mixed with a look of desperation and that of giving up.
Nobody stepped forward.
He shifted his gaze to the white-haired exorcist.
"Allen, come on."
He shook his head vigorously and stayed silent.
"Please?"
Allen stared blankly, and blinked, feigning ignorance.
Reever sighed for the- (check's paragraphs above, gives up due to exhaustion and current baby at hand,) - however many-eth time today, and continued his struggle.
Suddenly the weight on his hands became lighter, and he relaxed a little, thinking that finally, finally, Komui had decided to be a man for once. But boy, was he wrong, because of course there was absolutely no way his boss would do that. He had the mentality of a ten year-old but acted like he was five. But he looked down anyway, despite already knowing that he'd see his hands empty.
Oh, how he hated that stupid man's idiotic tendencies and habits. Why couldn't he have had a normal science department chief? Why did it have to be this crazy lunatic with a sister-complex? Why? Why?
Well, at least he held onto the coat.
Once again he sighed. "It's going to be a long day..."
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Notes:
Eheheh... sorry, I was sleepy and acting kind of funny when I wrote this, not to mention jumpy every time the door to the room opened when I should be asleep. Ahahaha... so yeah. Not my best work, but I'm thinking of revising it some other time.
Soon. I think. I hope. Maybe. I don't know. Anyways, I know there's a lot of OOC so forgive me, especially for Komui's OOCness. I mean, come on. Everybody knows he's not that much of a baby.
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Right...?
Right?
I'm pretty sure the pace is kinda weird, too, honestly. Blargh. That's what I get for only writing every few months. Sighs. Well, see you in the next chap! (If I even write another chap...)