Well, i succumbed to the pressure... (nah, I just wanted to write)... It's Martina's fault. She got me thinking (thanks:). Not as risque as she wanted, but it didn't fit here.
So - there is now an omake chapter.
enjoy :D
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It was just another ordinary day in Green Drugstore.
The pretty manager was bustling about, the register was being minded by a sleeping staff member, the shelves were being busily stocked by the hired help.
The hired help were fighting.
Yes, just your average day in Green Drugstore.
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That stupid bastard!
"Wipe that smug smile off your face!"
Argh – I hate him!
I was just looking at him. That's all I was doing. Looking. And he has the nerve to accuse me of checking him out! As if I would!
Okay, actually, I would – but that's not the point!
Er… I think.
No. The point is that Rikuo never – never – has the right to smirk at me like that!
I can't help it that it makes my cheeks turn red. Or that my stomach does these weird back-flip things. Or that my heart beats faster…
But he can help looking at me like that, dammit.
When he looks at me like that…
I just want him to press me up against a wall and…
Wait… he already does that. And that's not what I want, dammit! It's not. It's really not, I swear.
Well, maybe a little…
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That little brat!
"Make me, brat."
Argh – that kid grinds my nerves sometimes, even when I'm teasing him.
It was just a simple comment – I don't know why he has to get so riled up over it.
Not that I mind – that was my intention, after all, but still.
He was checking me out.
Well, maybe that was just my wishful thinking. But in that case, he has no right at all to be looking at me like that then. And he deserves every smirk that he gets.
Especially for wearing that damn shampoo.
I have half a mind to stop restocking his bottle when it's running low, if only to save my sanity.
When Kazahaya wears that lovely shampoo I just want to pin him against a wall and kiss him till he melts or moans - whichever comes first (but preferably both).
What the--?.! That monster just kicked me in the shin!
Maybe till he dies from moans.
Mmmm….
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Kakei watched the bickering young men from the counter, with his own secretive smile at their antics. That was, until their games started to affect their productivity.
With the ominous air of a shark approaching a lone surfer, Kakei made his way towards his two arguing employees.
"Are we working hard, boys?" he asked pleasantly.
"Huh? Oh – uh, of course!"
"Meh."
Unperturbed by Rikuo's grunted response, Kakei continued.
"Is that the new shampoo you're stocking, Rikuo? We seem to be ordering a lot of that one lately."
It was imperceptible to anyone else, but Rikuo could have sworn that Kakei had looked over at him as he had said that.
"Actually, this is the shampoo I use, Kakei-san." Kazahaya blithely added.
Kakei nodded innocently, "Oh, is that so? It must be very popular."
"Un. It's really good – it's lasted me for ages and ages."
"Well, that really is remarkable, Kudo-kun."
And this time Rikuo knew Kakei was looking at him.
He knew.
Ah, well, he thought. I guess now I'll stop spending my wages on shampoo.
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The real end this time.
Probably.
