Yes, I'm sorry I've been rather sparse lately. Just settled in to our new apartment. It's actually a bit bigger than the old one, but it is a lot further away from school. Nevermind, it's the holidays now anyway.

Soo… yeah, I am seriously brain dead with my other story, so I'm just going to write random short ones and post them up onto this story thingo.

Bye, happy holidays.

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"I hate washing windows."

"Why?" Ryoma listened intently for the reason, maybe he could have some blackmail cancellation material.

"No reason," Fuji muttered vaguely, "I just do."

"Aah, so even Fuji the genius can have irrational hatred of things."

Fuji wrung the soaking rag in his hands, flicking it to get rid of excess water, "Of course I do. Everyone does. Kind of like you with Inui Juice." He said slyly, bending down and wiping the lower half of the glass panel.

Ryoma gave an involuntary shudder.

"Fuji-senpai! You're taller than me, shouldn't you do the upper half?"

"Why? You have the chair, don't you?"

He was unable to counter this argument, so he made sure to aim enough water droplets onto Fuji to aggravate him.

"Excuse me?"

"What?" he said, with the most innocence he could conjure. Putting one foot onto the chair, he balanced himself before wiping the top of the panel. Even with the chair, he was still a little short to reach the top.

"Fuji-senpai!" he groaned, "I told you, you should be doing the top."

"Just jump, Ryoma." Fuji said cheerfully, completely content with his crouched position on the floor.

"I am on a CHAIR. What if it topples, huh?"

"I'm sure I can handle that."

Resisting the urge to make a very offensive hand gesture, Ryoma tip toed and stretched one arm as high as it could go. It barely brushed against the metal frame, but that would do.

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"Ahhhh! Just how many windows does this stupid school have anyway? I could be doing something productive, like tennis, or playing with Kar—"

"Just two more corridors left, Ryoma, be patient." Fuji said, patronizing.

"I am Completely patient. I have the more patience than even the most patient person. I just want to go home NOW!"

"You could be prince of the paradox. Come on, don't be lazy~"

Ryoma got onto the chair again, slapping the sopping towel harder than necessary onto the glass.

"Ryoma," Fuji began dangerously, "Kindly refrain from giving me showers with dirty water please."

This only succeeded in getting another splash of water from the dripping towel.

"You wanted to down there, not my problem." He straightened again to wipe the ridiculously dirty window.

From his position on the floor, even Fuji had to marvel at the magnificentl view. Every time Ryoma stretched upward, his shirt hitched up, just enough to expose an adequate amount of skin to be deemed inappropriate.

"Fuji-senpai, I really can't reach that par—Fuji-senpai?" Fuji wasn't on the floor area to his right. Where did he go?

"Saa…" Fuji stood in front of the chair, his head inches away from the freshman's navel.

"FUJI-SENPAI, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Hmm, nothing. I just think you were right."

"Huh?" disconcerted by this unusual display from the genius, it was all he could manage.

"Maybe I should do the top." With that, he planted his lips just above Ryoma's bellybutton.

"AHRHHHHHHHHGGG!" Ryoma, in a bid to remove the tensai from his being, flailed his limbs, momentarily forgetting that he was still perched upon a stool. Finding himself pinned down on the tiled floor seconds later was no less disturbing than the events prior to the fall.

"Hnm? Maybe I don't hate window washing after all." Fuji mumbled distractedly.

"THEN DO IT YOURSELF!" Ryoma yelled flung down his sodden rag, which conveniently landed onto Fuji's face, and stormed off loudly, apparently walking into a row of lockers by the sounds of it.

Fuji pulled himself onto his feet and rested himself against the wall.

"Saa…"

"Fuji, what did you do this time."

"Nothing, Tezuka, nothing at all."

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Haha, hope you liked it!

MC