Affinity for Awkward Positions
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Chapter 1: Cranes on a Stick
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A/N: Zippy and Chunks, back in action together again. We are getting really into Rurouni Kenshin, and since Chunks said how nice RK reviewers are, Zippy decided to co-write a fic with her. Hopefully they will still be nice, even after seeing what we do to all the characters. Now, we know that A LOT of people do high school fics, and they usually end up pretty lame because those people just want to say how cute Sano is in boxers, or how sexy Kaoru's legs are in hot pants. But really now, high school isn't just about how someone took someone else's boyfriend. Bleh. We'll go rent "She's All That" if we want teen drama. We like REAL drama. Also, we will try to keep the characters looking like pretty much their usual selves, just . . . high schoolified. Yeah, and we moved the locale out of Japan and into the U.S., but that's because we don't live in Japan, and would thus not be able to describe teen life accurately. Don't hate us. . .
JUST SO YOU KNOW, this story is kind of similar to the Tokyo and Kyoto Arcs, but with some obvious differences, since it is quite a criminal offense to go around killing people with swords and whatnot, and we don't want our heroes in jail. . . Also, we have kind of altered the ages of the characters, so no one calls Kenshin a dirty bastard for dating a girl a decade younger than him. Because that is pretty much the age difference in RK . . . it was cool back then I suppose, but we don't do it much anymore.
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the stores in this, particularly not Hot Dog on a Stick, Robinson's May, Victoria's Secret, or Bath & Body Works. Those places are all NOT BELONGING TO US, and we only use them because . . . we shop there, and we figure most malls have those stores in them. Woo hoo. NOW READ! [Oh yeah, ** on either side of a sentence means that the character is thinking that sentence.]
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It had been Kenshin first. His was the misfortune that started this whole chain of events. Then, Sano was suckered in to doing it too. He didn't like it, but it was somewhere to be, and he had nothing better to do, so why not. . . Even Aoshi succumbed to it, much as he hates to put effort into meaningless acts of servitude.
"Welcome to Hot Dog on a Stick," said Kenshin with a smile. "How can I help you?"
As Kenshin eagerly helped the customer, Sano was fiddling with his hat and eyeing the fryer.
"Aoshi, I need a cherry lemonade, that I do."
"No."
"AOSHI, I really need the lemonade."
"Get it yourself."
"You're supposed to be working. . ."
"I am working. I am supervising." Aoshi just stared at the shorter man as if daring him to say something back.
"Fine. . ." the redhead sighed and filled the lemonade himself. He then walked over to the fryer, grabbed a stick, looked at it suspiciously, put that stick back, grabbed another one, and gave it to the customer. He then glared pointedly at Sanosuke, whose hat was now missing.
"Sano, you can't put your hat in the fryer! I've told you that before! Not only is it unsanitary, it is unpractical. You need your hat, that you do!" Kenshin exclaimed. Luckily, there were no customers and the 'workers' could 'discuss' their issues.
Sano groaned, "But I hate that hat! Just like I hate this whole uniform!"
Aoshi added, "Primary colors really don't make my day."
"Well," Kenshin began, "If you don't wear them, I'll just fire you! I AM management!"
"You won't fire us," the two other guys replied. Just then, the fryer started bubbling mysteriously and Kenshin had to run to contain it. It was hurting the hot dogs and cheese sticks. After searching for some tongs, he reached into the fryer and pulled out container of ketchup. It was covered in batter and had actually reached a lovely golden brown color. He dropped it and Sano's batter-coated hat (which was on a stick, oddly enough. . . .) unceremoniously into the trash can.
"Hello? Hot dog boys?" called a voice from near the register. A customer had shown up, and no one had noticed since Kenshin was cleaning up, and Sano and Aoshi were watching him do the stuff they are supposed to do but don't do because that requires effort.
Aoshi walked over to register, figuring he better at least look like he is earning his paycheck, and raised an eyebrow at the girl standing there. Her braid was draped over the front of her fabulously feathered ensemble. . .
Kenshin's voice came from behind the lemonade machines. "Miss Misao, WHY are you wearing that?"
"I'm hungry."
The guys blinked, because that didn't make sense to any of them. Seeing this, Misao continued. "Well, I was at cheer practice and my clothes were in my bag out on the field over by where we were practicing and then the football players came over from their practice and they took my bag and ran away and put it somewhere where I can't reach it because all the cheerleaders are short like me and they couldn't get it either and I was getting hungry so I just came over here. It's quite comfortable actually. Just a little warm." She smiled brightly at them.
"I didn't know you were a cheerleader," said Sano in his 'suave' tone of voice. "Where's your short little skirt?"
"I'm the MASCOT, dumb ass!" She shouted at him. She attempted to climb over the counter, but the register was in the way. "Can't you tell? I'm in a frickin' CRANE costume! And we are the Kyoto High CRANES, stupid. . ."
Aoshi gave a little smirk and said, "Did you want a hot dog?"
"Hmm, I guess not. Maybe I'll go have some ice cream." She turned around and put her crane head on. As she began walking to the other side of the food court, her foot bumped a trash can. She attempted to kick it and beat its ass to the ground, but instead it was HER ass hitting the ground as she lost balance and toppled over. As she lay on her back giving weak little 'caw's' of distress, she flapped her arms around in a pathetic attempt to get up.
"Oro?" Kenshin looked halfway between sympathy and hysteria. "Should we help her?"
Sano looked over at the flurry of feathers. "Nah. She'll be fine."
Aoshi helped the next customer, looking very bored as he did it. Kenshin, ever the tidy one, was cleaning spilled batter along the edge of the deep fryer and called over his shoulder, "Sano, could you get me some more napkins? I need some more here, that I do."
"What?"
"Sano, I need some napkins," Kenshin repeated.
"What? I can't hear you . . ." Sano could obviously hear him. "I need your help, Sano!" Kenshin shouted to his pseudo-deaf friend.
"What was that?" Sano drawled. "I can't hear you! MY UNIFORM IS TOO LOUD!"
Kenshin simply rolled his eyes and did the work himself . . . again. While he would be the first to admit that the uniforms at the Hot Dog on a Stick were infamously hideous, a job was a job. And jobs meant money. And money meant gifts for Kaoru. And gifts for Kaoru meant a happy Kaoru. And happy Kaoru meant happy Kenshin. Buahahaha . . . Although, she HAD made him angry . . . well, irritated . . . when he woke one morning . . . and it was gone . . . chopped off . . . and he really missed it. It was disheartening to reach for it and it wasn't there anymore. That made him sad. Kenshin reached around to the nape of his neck, feeling the spot where his ponytail HAD been, up until Kaoru and her friends turned their slumber party into a let's-go-cut-off-Kenshin's-hair party. Ah well, mornings were easier when he had shorter hair. Took less time to get ready. Still. . .
Sano laughed at Kenshin's sad face. "HA! Miss your mullet?"
Aoshi turned to him, saying, "You're one to be talking, Rooster head."
"Hey! I'll have you know that chicks find my hair VERY APPEALING," countered Sanosuke, getting a bit defensive.
Kenshin looked up at the clock. "You guys, my shift is over. MAKE SURE TO STAY FOR THE REST OF YOURS." He hurried to take off his hat and apron.
"What, Kenshin? Got a hot date?" Sano inquired mischievously.
Kenshin smiled. "As a matter of fact, yes, that I do."
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Kenshin started off towards Bath & Body Works, where Kaoru would be waiting for him when she got off HER shift. It had taken some careful planning to line up their schedules like this. Usually he was just getting on when she was finished.
As he got on the elevator to go down to the first floor he could sense an angry glare emanating from the Sears department store. Chancing a look in that direction, he saw Saitou working the perfume section, his cold amber eyes trying to bore holes in Kenshin's forehead. Taking his summer camp rival's anger in stride, he continued on his way, passing the Victoria's Secret. Through the pink and lacy display windows, he could see the form of Yumi in the lingerie section shouting something across the store before finally storming over to the perfume area and throttling Megumi (who was simply doing her job). Kenshin's eyes widened as the two co-workers engaged in a cat fight. **My, who knew Miss Megumi had such a nice right hook . . . or that Miss Yumi had such a glass jaw. Points for Megumi.**
Kenshin popped his head in the perfume half of the store and said, "Miss Megumi, perhaps you should not do this in front of customers. It is bad public relations, that it is."
Megumi smiled at Kenshin and said, "Of course! You're right! I'll just clean this right up. . ." before hauling Yumi's limp body behind the register and out of sight.
Kenshin's job there was done, and he could see Kaoru standing under the red and white checkered awning of Bath & Body Works. Indeed, she DID look quite hot in her orange/yellow flowered top, bright yellow mini-skirt, and matching yellow bow. Always the bow. . . Kenshin's khakis and flip-flops looked boring in comparison to the perkiness that emanated from his girlfriend of almost a year. Geez, she DRESSED like sunshine. And her smile was just as radiant.
"Kenshin! I almost thought you had to stay and work Sano's shift for him. Well, let's go!" Kaoru said as she greeted him happily. He smiled at her, and his arm slipped around her waist as they walked out of the mall towards her Mustang. Nothing like American muscle, eh Kaoru?
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Aoshi was having to actually do his job, as Sano seemed to have a gift for disappearing whenever WORK was floating around. Aoshi didn't mind working, it was just the smiling at the customers bit that he had issues with. He didn't really smile in general, so to smile at complete strangers (who were about to contaminate their bodies with a variety of greasy 'food'), was possibly the most difficult thing he had to do all day. Luckily for him, another girl had shown up to work the ending shift with him, so he could just stand in the back poking little sticks into the hot dogs.
An hour or so after Kenshin (and Sanosuke too, actually) left, Aoshi's shift was also over. He changed into his black pants and navy blue shirt in the back, but he had been wearing his combat boots the whole time. Against regulations, but hey . . . whatever, right? As he walked out into the food court, he noticed that Crane Misao was still lying on the floor. Various people would try to help her up, but she would only snap "DON'T TOUCH ME! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"
Actually, she could've used a hand. The crane head wouldn't let her roll over because it was 1) pretty heavy and 2) had pointy things on the side that stopped the rolling motion. She couldn't jump up in that cool ninja move because the head WAS heavy and was also obstructing her vision, and she couldn't take the head off because her arms were tangled up inside her costume. Besides, the trash can was partially on top of her, as was a chair that had fallen over during her flailing. All of this could have been removed by someone friendly, but anytime someone friendly tried to be friendly, she shouted at them. Thus her predicament.
Aoshi walked towards the feathery figure and stood over it.
"GO AWAY! I CAN GET UP ON MY OWN!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Aoshi said to her. "You have been here for the past hour."
"Well, I've almost got it. . ." she replied. She could almost hear almost hear his thoughts of **Yeah right,** so she sighed and added, "Okay, I could really use some help right about now. . ."
Aoshi politely leaned over and straightened the chair and the trash can. He then grabbed either side of the crane's waist, and effortlessly pulled her upright. As soon as she straightened herself inside the costume she pulled her head off. Her face was flushed and the pink bow on the end of her braid was beginning to slip off. "Shall I bow before you as thanks for the kind rescue?"
". . . Sure, why not. . ."
"Very well, my Lord Aoshi." She dipped into a very low Crane-ish curtsy.
"You shouldn't do that. I wasn't serious."
"I was. Well, I'll see you at the Kaoru's beach party tomorrow, right?" Misao asked as she smiled cheerily at him.
"I doubt it. I don't do parties," he responded in monotone.
"Bummer. Well, I'll be there in case you DO show up. Farewell, Lord Aoshi!" and with that she practically skipped off towards the nearest exit. All he could do in response to that was to raise an eyebrow and silently walk towards the parking lot and his Civic.
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A/N: well that wasn't so bad, was it? Funky jobs, odd side-stories, crane costumes . . . we have it all, don't we? Well, as much as we're having fun here, we ARE doing our best to keep them all in character. We hate OOC crap as much as you do, we promise (seriously, all those random declarations of love, stealing girlfriends/boyfriends for no reason, dating people because of bets and what not . . . none of that here). But anyway, if you see anything BLATANTLY horrible, please inform us, as we have not seen the whole series (we are dubbies, sadly, and must depend on the inconsistent Cartoon Network) but we are working on getting the entire subtitled series from a friend of Chunk's friend. (My best friend's brother's sister's boyfriend knows this guy who's going with this girl who saw . . .) We love to hear from you!
Zippy: Hey, I want someone to randomly declare love to me. . .
Chunks: So do I. But it just wouldn't happen.
Zippy: Why not?
Chunks: Because that isn't real life. Duh . . .
Zippy: BUT ZIPPY LOVES EVERYONE!!!!
Chunks: Indeed.
Remember, happy writers are fast writers. Review and you get more! Also, feel free to check out our OTHER joint fic, "When No One Is Watching." it is a nifty Justice League fic. Love and peace!
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Chapter 1: Cranes on a Stick
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A/N: Zippy and Chunks, back in action together again. We are getting really into Rurouni Kenshin, and since Chunks said how nice RK reviewers are, Zippy decided to co-write a fic with her. Hopefully they will still be nice, even after seeing what we do to all the characters. Now, we know that A LOT of people do high school fics, and they usually end up pretty lame because those people just want to say how cute Sano is in boxers, or how sexy Kaoru's legs are in hot pants. But really now, high school isn't just about how someone took someone else's boyfriend. Bleh. We'll go rent "She's All That" if we want teen drama. We like REAL drama. Also, we will try to keep the characters looking like pretty much their usual selves, just . . . high schoolified. Yeah, and we moved the locale out of Japan and into the U.S., but that's because we don't live in Japan, and would thus not be able to describe teen life accurately. Don't hate us. . .
JUST SO YOU KNOW, this story is kind of similar to the Tokyo and Kyoto Arcs, but with some obvious differences, since it is quite a criminal offense to go around killing people with swords and whatnot, and we don't want our heroes in jail. . . Also, we have kind of altered the ages of the characters, so no one calls Kenshin a dirty bastard for dating a girl a decade younger than him. Because that is pretty much the age difference in RK . . . it was cool back then I suppose, but we don't do it much anymore.
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the stores in this, particularly not Hot Dog on a Stick, Robinson's May, Victoria's Secret, or Bath & Body Works. Those places are all NOT BELONGING TO US, and we only use them because . . . we shop there, and we figure most malls have those stores in them. Woo hoo. NOW READ! [Oh yeah, ** on either side of a sentence means that the character is thinking that sentence.]
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It had been Kenshin first. His was the misfortune that started this whole chain of events. Then, Sano was suckered in to doing it too. He didn't like it, but it was somewhere to be, and he had nothing better to do, so why not. . . Even Aoshi succumbed to it, much as he hates to put effort into meaningless acts of servitude.
"Welcome to Hot Dog on a Stick," said Kenshin with a smile. "How can I help you?"
As Kenshin eagerly helped the customer, Sano was fiddling with his hat and eyeing the fryer.
"Aoshi, I need a cherry lemonade, that I do."
"No."
"AOSHI, I really need the lemonade."
"Get it yourself."
"You're supposed to be working. . ."
"I am working. I am supervising." Aoshi just stared at the shorter man as if daring him to say something back.
"Fine. . ." the redhead sighed and filled the lemonade himself. He then walked over to the fryer, grabbed a stick, looked at it suspiciously, put that stick back, grabbed another one, and gave it to the customer. He then glared pointedly at Sanosuke, whose hat was now missing.
"Sano, you can't put your hat in the fryer! I've told you that before! Not only is it unsanitary, it is unpractical. You need your hat, that you do!" Kenshin exclaimed. Luckily, there were no customers and the 'workers' could 'discuss' their issues.
Sano groaned, "But I hate that hat! Just like I hate this whole uniform!"
Aoshi added, "Primary colors really don't make my day."
"Well," Kenshin began, "If you don't wear them, I'll just fire you! I AM management!"
"You won't fire us," the two other guys replied. Just then, the fryer started bubbling mysteriously and Kenshin had to run to contain it. It was hurting the hot dogs and cheese sticks. After searching for some tongs, he reached into the fryer and pulled out container of ketchup. It was covered in batter and had actually reached a lovely golden brown color. He dropped it and Sano's batter-coated hat (which was on a stick, oddly enough. . . .) unceremoniously into the trash can.
"Hello? Hot dog boys?" called a voice from near the register. A customer had shown up, and no one had noticed since Kenshin was cleaning up, and Sano and Aoshi were watching him do the stuff they are supposed to do but don't do because that requires effort.
Aoshi walked over to register, figuring he better at least look like he is earning his paycheck, and raised an eyebrow at the girl standing there. Her braid was draped over the front of her fabulously feathered ensemble. . .
Kenshin's voice came from behind the lemonade machines. "Miss Misao, WHY are you wearing that?"
"I'm hungry."
The guys blinked, because that didn't make sense to any of them. Seeing this, Misao continued. "Well, I was at cheer practice and my clothes were in my bag out on the field over by where we were practicing and then the football players came over from their practice and they took my bag and ran away and put it somewhere where I can't reach it because all the cheerleaders are short like me and they couldn't get it either and I was getting hungry so I just came over here. It's quite comfortable actually. Just a little warm." She smiled brightly at them.
"I didn't know you were a cheerleader," said Sano in his 'suave' tone of voice. "Where's your short little skirt?"
"I'm the MASCOT, dumb ass!" She shouted at him. She attempted to climb over the counter, but the register was in the way. "Can't you tell? I'm in a frickin' CRANE costume! And we are the Kyoto High CRANES, stupid. . ."
Aoshi gave a little smirk and said, "Did you want a hot dog?"
"Hmm, I guess not. Maybe I'll go have some ice cream." She turned around and put her crane head on. As she began walking to the other side of the food court, her foot bumped a trash can. She attempted to kick it and beat its ass to the ground, but instead it was HER ass hitting the ground as she lost balance and toppled over. As she lay on her back giving weak little 'caw's' of distress, she flapped her arms around in a pathetic attempt to get up.
"Oro?" Kenshin looked halfway between sympathy and hysteria. "Should we help her?"
Sano looked over at the flurry of feathers. "Nah. She'll be fine."
Aoshi helped the next customer, looking very bored as he did it. Kenshin, ever the tidy one, was cleaning spilled batter along the edge of the deep fryer and called over his shoulder, "Sano, could you get me some more napkins? I need some more here, that I do."
"What?"
"Sano, I need some napkins," Kenshin repeated.
"What? I can't hear you . . ." Sano could obviously hear him. "I need your help, Sano!" Kenshin shouted to his pseudo-deaf friend.
"What was that?" Sano drawled. "I can't hear you! MY UNIFORM IS TOO LOUD!"
Kenshin simply rolled his eyes and did the work himself . . . again. While he would be the first to admit that the uniforms at the Hot Dog on a Stick were infamously hideous, a job was a job. And jobs meant money. And money meant gifts for Kaoru. And gifts for Kaoru meant a happy Kaoru. And happy Kaoru meant happy Kenshin. Buahahaha . . . Although, she HAD made him angry . . . well, irritated . . . when he woke one morning . . . and it was gone . . . chopped off . . . and he really missed it. It was disheartening to reach for it and it wasn't there anymore. That made him sad. Kenshin reached around to the nape of his neck, feeling the spot where his ponytail HAD been, up until Kaoru and her friends turned their slumber party into a let's-go-cut-off-Kenshin's-hair party. Ah well, mornings were easier when he had shorter hair. Took less time to get ready. Still. . .
Sano laughed at Kenshin's sad face. "HA! Miss your mullet?"
Aoshi turned to him, saying, "You're one to be talking, Rooster head."
"Hey! I'll have you know that chicks find my hair VERY APPEALING," countered Sanosuke, getting a bit defensive.
Kenshin looked up at the clock. "You guys, my shift is over. MAKE SURE TO STAY FOR THE REST OF YOURS." He hurried to take off his hat and apron.
"What, Kenshin? Got a hot date?" Sano inquired mischievously.
Kenshin smiled. "As a matter of fact, yes, that I do."
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Kenshin started off towards Bath & Body Works, where Kaoru would be waiting for him when she got off HER shift. It had taken some careful planning to line up their schedules like this. Usually he was just getting on when she was finished.
As he got on the elevator to go down to the first floor he could sense an angry glare emanating from the Sears department store. Chancing a look in that direction, he saw Saitou working the perfume section, his cold amber eyes trying to bore holes in Kenshin's forehead. Taking his summer camp rival's anger in stride, he continued on his way, passing the Victoria's Secret. Through the pink and lacy display windows, he could see the form of Yumi in the lingerie section shouting something across the store before finally storming over to the perfume area and throttling Megumi (who was simply doing her job). Kenshin's eyes widened as the two co-workers engaged in a cat fight. **My, who knew Miss Megumi had such a nice right hook . . . or that Miss Yumi had such a glass jaw. Points for Megumi.**
Kenshin popped his head in the perfume half of the store and said, "Miss Megumi, perhaps you should not do this in front of customers. It is bad public relations, that it is."
Megumi smiled at Kenshin and said, "Of course! You're right! I'll just clean this right up. . ." before hauling Yumi's limp body behind the register and out of sight.
Kenshin's job there was done, and he could see Kaoru standing under the red and white checkered awning of Bath & Body Works. Indeed, she DID look quite hot in her orange/yellow flowered top, bright yellow mini-skirt, and matching yellow bow. Always the bow. . . Kenshin's khakis and flip-flops looked boring in comparison to the perkiness that emanated from his girlfriend of almost a year. Geez, she DRESSED like sunshine. And her smile was just as radiant.
"Kenshin! I almost thought you had to stay and work Sano's shift for him. Well, let's go!" Kaoru said as she greeted him happily. He smiled at her, and his arm slipped around her waist as they walked out of the mall towards her Mustang. Nothing like American muscle, eh Kaoru?
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Aoshi was having to actually do his job, as Sano seemed to have a gift for disappearing whenever WORK was floating around. Aoshi didn't mind working, it was just the smiling at the customers bit that he had issues with. He didn't really smile in general, so to smile at complete strangers (who were about to contaminate their bodies with a variety of greasy 'food'), was possibly the most difficult thing he had to do all day. Luckily for him, another girl had shown up to work the ending shift with him, so he could just stand in the back poking little sticks into the hot dogs.
An hour or so after Kenshin (and Sanosuke too, actually) left, Aoshi's shift was also over. He changed into his black pants and navy blue shirt in the back, but he had been wearing his combat boots the whole time. Against regulations, but hey . . . whatever, right? As he walked out into the food court, he noticed that Crane Misao was still lying on the floor. Various people would try to help her up, but she would only snap "DON'T TOUCH ME! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"
Actually, she could've used a hand. The crane head wouldn't let her roll over because it was 1) pretty heavy and 2) had pointy things on the side that stopped the rolling motion. She couldn't jump up in that cool ninja move because the head WAS heavy and was also obstructing her vision, and she couldn't take the head off because her arms were tangled up inside her costume. Besides, the trash can was partially on top of her, as was a chair that had fallen over during her flailing. All of this could have been removed by someone friendly, but anytime someone friendly tried to be friendly, she shouted at them. Thus her predicament.
Aoshi walked towards the feathery figure and stood over it.
"GO AWAY! I CAN GET UP ON MY OWN!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Aoshi said to her. "You have been here for the past hour."
"Well, I've almost got it. . ." she replied. She could almost hear almost hear his thoughts of **Yeah right,** so she sighed and added, "Okay, I could really use some help right about now. . ."
Aoshi politely leaned over and straightened the chair and the trash can. He then grabbed either side of the crane's waist, and effortlessly pulled her upright. As soon as she straightened herself inside the costume she pulled her head off. Her face was flushed and the pink bow on the end of her braid was beginning to slip off. "Shall I bow before you as thanks for the kind rescue?"
". . . Sure, why not. . ."
"Very well, my Lord Aoshi." She dipped into a very low Crane-ish curtsy.
"You shouldn't do that. I wasn't serious."
"I was. Well, I'll see you at the Kaoru's beach party tomorrow, right?" Misao asked as she smiled cheerily at him.
"I doubt it. I don't do parties," he responded in monotone.
"Bummer. Well, I'll be there in case you DO show up. Farewell, Lord Aoshi!" and with that she practically skipped off towards the nearest exit. All he could do in response to that was to raise an eyebrow and silently walk towards the parking lot and his Civic.
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A/N: well that wasn't so bad, was it? Funky jobs, odd side-stories, crane costumes . . . we have it all, don't we? Well, as much as we're having fun here, we ARE doing our best to keep them all in character. We hate OOC crap as much as you do, we promise (seriously, all those random declarations of love, stealing girlfriends/boyfriends for no reason, dating people because of bets and what not . . . none of that here). But anyway, if you see anything BLATANTLY horrible, please inform us, as we have not seen the whole series (we are dubbies, sadly, and must depend on the inconsistent Cartoon Network) but we are working on getting the entire subtitled series from a friend of Chunk's friend. (My best friend's brother's sister's boyfriend knows this guy who's going with this girl who saw . . .) We love to hear from you!
Zippy: Hey, I want someone to randomly declare love to me. . .
Chunks: So do I. But it just wouldn't happen.
Zippy: Why not?
Chunks: Because that isn't real life. Duh . . .
Zippy: BUT ZIPPY LOVES EVERYONE!!!!
Chunks: Indeed.
Remember, happy writers are fast writers. Review and you get more! Also, feel free to check out our OTHER joint fic, "When No One Is Watching." it is a nifty Justice League fic. Love and peace!