DISCLAIMER: I do not own D Gray Man.. it belongs to the one and only Katsura Hoshino !
Author's Note: I don't know if it's just me but wow are these chapters short! I can't let it get to the best of me though... You know what they say! Quality over quantity...heehee.
Dear Diary,
Krory's boxers are so hot, and so is his bod! Who cares about those boys; I've always loved men even more! Now, how do I get my way into Kro's heart? Hm... I need a wig, some makeup, and platform shoes! Now I need someone to put this makeup on for me... Komui!
"Supervisor." Bookman called, knocking on Komui's door.
"Yes? What is it, Bookman?" Komui answered.
"I need you to build a cleaning Komurin."
"Why is that?"
"Because...my apprentice is a mess, and I have to clean up after him!"
"Oh...how considerate! I'd be happy to help you! I'll get to work right away!" Komui said and disappeared into the lab.
"I'll stay here until it's done!"
-24 HOURS LATER-
"It's dooooone! I present to you... the KOMURIN 5!" Komui bursted through the door, his prized possession following close behind.
"Thank you! I've been waiting for it all day! Let me take that off your hands..." Bookman said.
"Wait! You can't use it without my supervision! Who knows what might happen?" Komui said, recalling all the times Kanda destroyed his precious Komurins.
"Don't worry; I'll make sure to keep it safe for you!" Bookman said. Just then, Johnny walked by and spilled his coffee all over it! The Komurin 5 went on a crazy cleaning rampage!
"Must clean. Confirming target. Pursuing target." It said while approaching Bookman. He didn't resist at all. It was almost like magic; Bookman's wrinkles were gone! Instead, his face was as smooth as a baby's buttocks, his eyes brought out by mascara, and his lips as full as plump red tomatoes!
"(It's perfect! I look just like Eliade!)" Bookman thought while admiring his reflection in the Komurin's mirror.
"Oh no, let me clean that up for you!" Komui said.
"N-No! I'll do it myself!" Bookman backed away.
"Are you sure, Bookman? You've sure been acting strange lately."
"Me? Strange? I just have a lot of history to record!" Bookman retorted, clearing his throat. I appreciate your help, Supervisor!" were his final words before he ran out the door.
Dear Diary,
My transformation is complete! I'm sure to woo my man now! But wait! I should get him a present to show my unwavering affection! Oh...but what could it be? Maybe flowers? Or wait—even better—a new book! Or the best gift of all—a nice...juicy...delectable...rotisserie chicken! And I know just the place to get it—Jerry!