Author's Note: First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EZYL. And a very happy birthday to Atobe, too! :D They share the same birthday, which is uber cool. And there was some guy's b-day from KAT-TUN, but I don't remember nor care. XD
I don't enjoy Imperial Pair, so ezyl is free to kill me.
Something is Rotten in the State of Denmark
Establishing Atobe's birthday was a dichotomy: if he did not respect you, then you were not allowed to say, "Happy birthday, O great one, Master of the Universe or perhaps even more sub-Universes." Well, that was an exaggeration. But still.
Which made it even more eventful when Tezuka had apparently forgotten his birthday when each were busy at their work office cubicles.
Tezuka was a blockhead. And neither of them were subtle.
"What a wonderful day it is," Atobe remarked too casually. Tezuka did not notice. "Hn," was the only reply.
Atobe tried again.
"What day is it, Kunimitsu?" he asked becoming irritated.
"October the fourth."
"And..." Atobe said, resisting the urge to fling those glasses and crushing them to a fine powder (it is well known that it is a helpful ingredient of releasing frustration.)
"What about it, Keigo?"
"...Never mind," Atobe huffed, slamming the door to his office. "Be sure to replace the paper in the copier. I think it's running out."
Tezuka adjusted his glasses and walked over the secretary's desk. "What was so special about today?"
Yukari scowled. "Sir, the Yeti is talking to me. Please shut up."
And she turned around and continued taking more phone calls.
Tezuka was pertubed. He walked to another co-worker and said, "What was so special about today?"
"I WON THE LOTTERY!!" screamed Matsuda, and he tore out of his office.
Tezuka sighed.
Now he was the one that was in charge for Atobe's many and frequent mood swings. Of course, Atobe being a rich guy that he was could've hired a butler to be responsible for him, but noooooo. It just has to be his boyfriend. And of course, Tezuka knew the date very well. It just amused him to see Atobe being childish like this (a trait passed from Fuji by osmosis or something, because this would have been unacceptable behavior to other people).
Tally was busy dissecting a chicken.
"What are you doing, Atobe-san?" she asked as she labeled the gizzard. "You shouldn't eat too many marshmallows, it's not healthy for you."
"Oh, shut up. You are only here because you control my company. And if that chicken is alive, then you're fired."
"Well, I did write Matsuda a fake lottery ticket," she mused, sitting on the ground. "You're sulking. I can tell. You act just like a two-year-old."
"But. We've. Been. Going. Out. For. Two. Years!" said Atobe, gritting his teeth. "And then the blockhead forgets an important date like October the 4th! Woe is me!"
"This is the reason I don't like writing yaoi in the first place," Tally said. "I get the characters all messed up and then they sue me."
"I think you shouldn't write self-inserts anymore."
"And -I- will be the decider of that."
In the end, Atobe went outside of his office only to find a surprise party composed of Tezuka and birthday cakes. His co-workers were all devoured by flying sharks and mutilated in unspeakable ways.
Owari