Win some Lose some
Summary: Even with special nen abilities, it was a real challenge to protect and keep her blouse free from stains.
Pakunoda: Fashion
For a long time, she had been dressing like a proper business woman, white long sleeve button up and a coat with a matching pencil skirt. Sure, the skirt was a little on the short side and showed off most of her legs, a real pain when it got chilly some days, but all cloth and no skin makes any woman a dull one and so she lived with it.
That was until Shizuku accidentally flicked Deme-chan in Pakunoda's direction while it's mouth was still dripping with blood from the latest kill, and they couldn't get access to a washing machine in time.
"Shizuku san, I would appreciate it if you could kindly tell Deme-chan to keep the liquid in too, not just the solid."
Shizuku apologised profusely and promised that she would remember the next time. However with the last apology barely out of her mouth, Shizuku swung her vacuum cleaner smoothly to assault a screaming man who was running past, adding more splatters to Pakunoda's white blouse which was now most artistically decorated with dark, expanding red dots.
Pakunoda made it a point to stay away from the close range fighters in the future while fighting, and wear her coat if possible, to hell with the heat. The blood stains didn't show up as well on dark coloured materials after all.
Blood stains were inevitable when things got violent but Pakunoda made her kills from a distance, relying on her perfect eyesight and pistol. Things seldom got so messy unless she moved too close to certain members while they were in action. Shizuku had seemed innocent enough before that incident, but not anymore.
There was no anger or sadness when she realised that there was only so much bleach, detergent and a washing machine could do to remove the blood stains after leaving them on the fabric for a few weeks. She was just a little annoyed, a wee bit. Enough to request that Uvogin wreck the laundry shop, to which he gladly complied.
So that spelt the downfall of Pakunoda's first, beautiful, snow white blouse.
She brought out another from the spiders' portable storage and hoped fervently that it would last. For that was the last of her supplies and she really didn't have the time to go shopping for more.
Phinks dashed her hopes and received two tight slaps on both cheeks as a result when he dripped curry on her new blouse a few days later. Drip was a nice way of putting it.
Harsh, you might think. If it had been Kuroro who had committed the act somehow, by tripping over a rat while holding onto a bowl of curry thus spilling it onto her chest, Pakunoda would have accepted his apologies and blamed it on her own bad luck.
Phinks, on the other hand, had been sitting on the ground just beside the shaky old couch the ladies were sharing, watching some variety show which was not even remotely funny on the stolen television. They were having curry and bread for dinner.
At the most random moment when Pakunoda was about to bite into her curry soaked bread, Phinks turned to her, pointing excitedly at the television screen and making strange noise that sounded like laughter being held back due to a full mouth and blocked nose. (A/n: You'll get what I mean if you try it out, go on.)
The next thing Pakunoda knew, Phinks, whose head happened to be at her chest area, had burst out laughing and forcefully released the contents in his mouth as the laugh erupted. Let's just say that he had taken a pretty big mouthful of curry with bits of potato. Some came out from his nose too.
In comparison to Kuroro's most probable scenario should he ever spill curry on Pakunoda, what Phinks had done to ruin her last blouse was unforgivable.
"I was just trying to get them to see something interesting on tv!" he was heard complaining to Feitan after that, nursing his smarting cheeks.
Terrible luck indeed, for both Pakunoda and Phinks.
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She thought she looked kind of... sexy in her new outfit. Not in an innocent way, definitely, but not too bitchy either. Wearing just her old skirt and figure hugging jacket with nothing beneath the blazer, Pakunoda walked one testing round around the hideout, making sure that everyone got a glimpse of her new get-up.
Most of the guys barely noticed, or pretended not to. Hisoka wasn't there, which she was extremely thankful for. Shalnark examined her once through from top to toe and gave his approval before turning back to his geeky hand phone.
Pakunoda served as the main liaison for the brigade and it was her responsibility to look decent. Decent enough to be taken seriously yet not overly formal lest the other party felt pressured. As for the sensual part, well, those middle aged bastards liked to be intimidated in that way. It was none of her concern whether they died of a nosebleed or stroke as long as they did all that after honouring the deals made.
From that day onwards, Phinks shifted his vision lower and no longer stared at her nose while they spoke. That was an improvement, sort of. As long as he kept his hands and thoughts to himself.
Still, the real reason for Pakunoda's courage and motivation to make away with her white blouse was really Kuroro's reaction.
He was the first person she had encountered after stepping out from the make shift toilet.
As Pakunoda blushed, stuttered and tried to explain, Kuroro smiled gently and looked at her in the eye.
"You look great."
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A/N: Alright, a short chapter, I'm not one to hit more than 1.5k words. I wanted to write about Kuroro but Paku came out instead. Was just speaking to a friend yesterday about how the Germany midfielder Özil looks like Paku! LOL I laughed for five minute straight when I first saw him on television.
Right um, that was just me going crazy. Thanks so much for the reviews, faves and alerts! Love you guys =D