Donde Estas Corazon
Omake
(Chapter 4)::Scene 3::
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•Omake Start:
Dropping his eyes back to the inu at his feet, Haru pulled his
dark blue jacket back slightly, revealing the holster and gun
underneath. "You want to argue? You can argue with this." He
replied darkly.
Tohru burst through the door in a flurry, lunging for the gun
with a maniacal grin. Her hand wrapped around the gun as Haru
stepped back to avoid transforming, and a loud boom signified
that the gun was loaded and it had gone off.
The three in the living room stared aghast at the blood
splattered wall. They could do no more than mutely look on as
the headless body slumped over and fell to the ground.
Kyou had run back downstairs after hearing the gun shot. Panning
his gaze to the three frozen in place and finally the corpse, he
summed up the situation nicely by saying, "Holy shit."
The first to snap out of it, inspiration struck the ushi,
"Alright, I know what to do," he pointed at Tohru, "you, get
garbage bags," then Kyou, "you, shovels" and finally Shigure,
"and you, newspaper."
The inu hesitated, "Newspaper?"
"Don't question my logic." Was the retort that sent Shigure to
his study for said article with raised eyebrows.
After their work had been completed, they went back to the couch
to wait.
It was at that time the author had returned from her coffee break
and saw Yuki missing. She of course took a stroll to Shigure's
to find out what the hell happened, and after flinging open the
door to the living room demanded, "What the hell happened to
Yuki?!?"
Shigure, Tohru, Haru and Kyou pointed simultaneously at the far
wall that had newspapers sticking to it, covering the gory mess
underneath.
The author was hyperventilating; her pocky supply was in jeopardy.
"You killed him?!" She screamed.
"Well, he isn't in the rest of the fic, so it's no big loss, ne?"
Shigure provided.
The author was twitching in shock, and not the dj-shock kind.
"What the fuck did you do with the body??"
"Buried it in the garden." Haru supplied.
With a grin, Kyou stated, "Under the leeks!"
Tohru clasped her hands together as if in prayer. "May he rest
in leeks."
At this, the author promptly passed out, goodbye pocky supply was
her final thought.
:Omake End •
A/N: Oh, random 'Boondock Saints' reference if someone didn't catch it.