A Long, Hard... DAY!!!
Lime, my stupid humor, (Ken x Omi)
(Yay! A non-depressing, short, lime fic!!!)
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Omi shuffled down the halls, his eyes travelling wearily across the ground. It had been a long, hard slog, but the week was almost over. His backpack bulged with heavy books.
*Slog,* thought Omi, *what a funny word.* Pushing out the school doors, he looked up to see something large and yellow departing in the distance through the haze.
*Shit...* "WAAAAIT!!" yelled Omi, starting to chase the bus. His foot slid off the curb, depositing him neatly in the gutter. He pulled himself out, covered in dirty water. "Well, it could be worse... It could be raining... harder." Obviously the clouds had never watched Young Frankenstein. They continued their misty, grey drizzle as Omi dragged himself home.
Omi looked up; he was at the Koneko. Well, it was easier than dragging himself all the way home, he reasoned, shoving himself in the door. Soon, he learned, there were worse things than walking 20 blocks in a cold, wet drizzle... namely, Yohji in a bad mood.
"Omi, you just dripped mud all over the floor that I spent half an hour cleaning on *his* orders," said Yohji, jerking his thumb at Aya. "Now clean it up!" Omi had no intentions of doing so, however.
"Come on, Yohji, we all know there was probably more dirt on the floor before I came in," said Omi, glaring. "Clean it yourself." Yohji looked livid. Hark, was that a small smile on Aya's face? Omi blinked. It was gone. Yohji opened his mouth to reply, putting Omi in mind of a gaping chasm. Aya reached over, wadded up a piece of paper, and stuffed it in Yohji's open mouth. Yohji stared in complete shock. Omi giggled a little.
"Yohji, get back to work. Omi, mop the floor," Aya said, and then went back to figuring the accounts on a large piece of paper. Grumbling, Omi grabbed the mop. When he was done, the mop was _almost_ as wet and dirty as he was. Yohji walked over to inspect.
"Still dirty. Do it over," Yohji said. Aya was long gone. Five moppings later, Ken finally rescued Omi.
An hour or so later, contemplating a pile of homework with which he was eye-level, Omi heard the curses and growls of frustration which meant only one thing: Yohji had crashed the computer again. He began his mental countdown. 3... 2... 1...
"OMI! What does 'General Protection Fault' mean?"
Five hours later, Omi staggered out, nearly at the breaking point, when he chanced upon his homework. Once he had stopped yelling, he sat down and flipped open his math book to the assigned pages. Question One: Find all independent solutions of a general 10th order polynomial. Ken walked in, intrigued by the sounds of sobbing.
"Omi, daijobu?" Ken listened while Omi poured out the problems of the day. "Know what, Omi?" Ken said, shutting Omi's book. "I think your teacher can go to hell." Omi laughed a little. "And I think Yohji should follow. And I also think that you need to... relax," said Ken, giving Omi a little massage and a devious grin. "Whaddaya say?"
Soon, Yohji was the one crying in frustration as he factored polynomials, constantly distracted by the banging noises and moans issuing from the adjacent room.
Owari ^^
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Oh, wow. I just reread it... () Kinda mean, wasn't I? ()()()
[Editor's note: UNDERSTATEMENT! My poor Yohji...! ;.; Well, um, poor Omi, too...]
~Icyblue360@aol.com~
Lime, my stupid humor, (Ken x Omi)
(Yay! A non-depressing, short, lime fic!!!)
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Omi shuffled down the halls, his eyes travelling wearily across the ground. It had been a long, hard slog, but the week was almost over. His backpack bulged with heavy books.
*Slog,* thought Omi, *what a funny word.* Pushing out the school doors, he looked up to see something large and yellow departing in the distance through the haze.
*Shit...* "WAAAAIT!!" yelled Omi, starting to chase the bus. His foot slid off the curb, depositing him neatly in the gutter. He pulled himself out, covered in dirty water. "Well, it could be worse... It could be raining... harder." Obviously the clouds had never watched Young Frankenstein. They continued their misty, grey drizzle as Omi dragged himself home.
Omi looked up; he was at the Koneko. Well, it was easier than dragging himself all the way home, he reasoned, shoving himself in the door. Soon, he learned, there were worse things than walking 20 blocks in a cold, wet drizzle... namely, Yohji in a bad mood.
"Omi, you just dripped mud all over the floor that I spent half an hour cleaning on *his* orders," said Yohji, jerking his thumb at Aya. "Now clean it up!" Omi had no intentions of doing so, however.
"Come on, Yohji, we all know there was probably more dirt on the floor before I came in," said Omi, glaring. "Clean it yourself." Yohji looked livid. Hark, was that a small smile on Aya's face? Omi blinked. It was gone. Yohji opened his mouth to reply, putting Omi in mind of a gaping chasm. Aya reached over, wadded up a piece of paper, and stuffed it in Yohji's open mouth. Yohji stared in complete shock. Omi giggled a little.
"Yohji, get back to work. Omi, mop the floor," Aya said, and then went back to figuring the accounts on a large piece of paper. Grumbling, Omi grabbed the mop. When he was done, the mop was _almost_ as wet and dirty as he was. Yohji walked over to inspect.
"Still dirty. Do it over," Yohji said. Aya was long gone. Five moppings later, Ken finally rescued Omi.
An hour or so later, contemplating a pile of homework with which he was eye-level, Omi heard the curses and growls of frustration which meant only one thing: Yohji had crashed the computer again. He began his mental countdown. 3... 2... 1...
"OMI! What does 'General Protection Fault' mean?"
Five hours later, Omi staggered out, nearly at the breaking point, when he chanced upon his homework. Once he had stopped yelling, he sat down and flipped open his math book to the assigned pages. Question One: Find all independent solutions of a general 10th order polynomial. Ken walked in, intrigued by the sounds of sobbing.
"Omi, daijobu?" Ken listened while Omi poured out the problems of the day. "Know what, Omi?" Ken said, shutting Omi's book. "I think your teacher can go to hell." Omi laughed a little. "And I think Yohji should follow. And I also think that you need to... relax," said Ken, giving Omi a little massage and a devious grin. "Whaddaya say?"
Soon, Yohji was the one crying in frustration as he factored polynomials, constantly distracted by the banging noises and moans issuing from the adjacent room.
Owari ^^
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Oh, wow. I just reread it... () Kinda mean, wasn't I? ()()()
[Editor's note: UNDERSTATEMENT! My poor Yohji...! ;.; Well, um, poor Omi, too...]
~Icyblue360@aol.com~