OMG! I totally forgot about this fic! I'm sorry! Anyways, today, we'll be doing Akako's death, not an easy thing to do actually...
Disclaimer: The only thing I own about DC/MK is my laptop, my account, and my fics.
"Add 3 frog feet... or is it 2?"
Akako was having a bad day, and she knew it. She couldn't concentrate no matter what and had a very bad headache.
"I really should stop staying inside this house all day." She mused to herself, "the fumes are making it hard to concentrate."
Akako was cooking dinner, and it wasn't a pretty picture.
Thick bubbles floated everywhere in and out of the house. It's not my fault I have weird tastes, she thought.
The cook book was getting blurry, and she just tried to read most of it, ignoring the blurriest part.
She smiled, satisfied when the food finally arrived out of the microwave (it sure beat cauldrons since it cooked things faster).
Then she frowned when the food tasted weird, even to her standards.
A moment later, Akako's servant came into the house, finished with the shopping.
"Miss Akako?" he called into the house.
Nobody answered.
"Miss Akako? He asked again, fear in his voice this time.
Still no one answered.
Akako vanished off the face of the earth.
Akako: I knew something's wrong with the potion!
Peltra: C'mon! it's just a drabble! It's not real.
Akako: By the way... (narrowing eyes at the author) Everyone else who died gets to kill the author, why didn't I get to? (holds up poisonous food)
Peltra: Uh... gotta go! appointment with beta reader! (flees)