Cough!Coughh! God-... i have a damn coldd. I hate colds. With a 'deadly passion'. Well if this ficlet sucks...shoot me....
Bel: Ushishishi...
*Glares at Bel*
Bel: Eh, shishi. Tae-Chan isn't feeling well so I will--
Tae-Chan: Enjoy! *sweat drop... falls over*
Mukuro: Kufufu no Fu... Kufufufu... My turn.
Tae-Chan: Ohh yeah! It's your turn Muku-chan! Yay!!
Bel: The prince feels neglected~
Tae-Chan: Aww~ Bel-ee! Tae-Chan will make it up to you. She promises....Why the hell am I talking in third person? Well enjoy(again), my dear readers~! Oh! You'll never guess wha--
????: Get on with it you herbivore. *Tonfa!*
Tae-Chan: *Le gasp!*...God Dammit. Guess everyone wants to be in this god-forsaken ficlet book!
Everyone: *nods*
Okay, well folks, there you have it. Enjoy! AT LAST!!!
~Ficlet 8~
"My, my. Kufufu, you look lost~"
Oh geez... It was him. Mukuro... The guy you've been avoiding since... yesterday. The day that... you know... Well let's just say it overwhelmed you. (cough cough, nudge nudge) If ya know what I mean. Anyway, you look up at the daring illusionist. Shy eyes peer through your bangs.
"I-I'm not lost. Heheh...heh." you gulp surprisingly loud.
"Well [y/n], I've been looking for you. Kufufu, ready for round two?"
You gasp and walk back into a wall. He nears your timid body. Though your [eye color] eyes hold hidden lust.
"N-no...Mukuro, I'm still...s-so--"
"Sore? Kufufu, you'll get use to it... With practice"
OHH!shit. Too short? Yay or Ney? Review!~
Mukuro: Review... My darling reader, Kufufu.
Bel: Ushishi, review?~
Hibari: Review or I'll bite you to death. *glare*
Tae-Chan: Yeah, what they said. Reviews are what keep me writing. For real doe! LOL
Bel: Byee Byee~
