Troubles with SPR: Enraged Ayako
"Hey."
"What do you want now?"
"Want a chocolate bar?"
"..."
"I'm asking you."
"..."
"Hey."
Smack! Whack! Thwack!
"You want me to get fat?!"
Ayako rose her purse and towered over a muzzy Bou-san, who had chocolate all over his mouth and hands.
"Well, duh!" Bou-san unconsciously said, his eyes still dazed. It wasn't before he realized what he had answered. "I mean, no! Like, you can have a boost up on your flesh, even if it's quite fatty, but—"
"So I am fat?!" Ayako's eyes turned laser red just when her eyebrows twitched.
"Well, sure!" said Bou-san and noticing his mistake again. "Actually, no! You're not fat, but probably stout .." he automatically muttered at the end. However, Ayako heard it and she held her purse up high.
"You bastard!" She lowered the her purse and just as it hit Bou-san head, it had been smudged with his chocolate. This made Ayako even more enraged.
Thwack!
"That's not my fault!" Bou-san cried out, attempting to jump over the sofa in the meeting room of the SPR office. He had his chocolatey hands over his already red lumped head, as though protecting it from another strike from Ayako's purse.
"Come here!" Ayako growled. She chased Bou-san around the area—waving around her purse up in the air—and it seemed that the employer had had enough of them as he yanked his room door open.
"May I ask what you are both doing here when break hours are over?" Naru sharply asked.
That made Ayako and Bou-san pause themselves, and the positions they were in were rather awkward. Bou-san was under Ayako, in a crawling position, and Ayako appeared as if she was close to falling, seeing that she was leaning forward while standing up on one foot that was dressed in a high heel.
"We wanted to ask Mai to .." Bou-san began after a short amount of thinking.
"To run .. an errand for us ..?" Ayako completed the sentence and ended it like a question, which made Bou-san roll his eyes.
"Mai is not your personal assistant, and will not accept any errands for you both unless permitted from me," Naru bluntly said. "And unfortunately, she is currently running a task for me right now."
The two older adults gaped and made another excuse. "Actually we're not here for Mai .." Ayako started, scratching the back of her head.
This made Naru sigh silently. They're never going to give up, are they? he thought. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. "You can have another hour here." And with that he returned to his room with a slam of the door.
After, Ayako turned to the crouching Bou-san beneath her and narrowed her eyes at him—like Naru. "You stupid idiot!"
Smack! Whack!
"Help!" Bou-san made a disaster in the meeting room while he was still slightly dazed from the blow of the purse. Books were thrown at Ayako and that made her angrier. "You don't look fat, but maybe in some days you do, but that doesn't mean that you're fat either!" the monk continued on, trying to climb on walls but to no avail.
"It still means I'm fat! You bastard, come here!" Ayako raged, raising her purse higher.
It had been a couple minutes later, with many colleagues coming in here and there and being all confused before sitting on the unorganized sofas.
While Ayako was chasing Bou-san around, Masako decided to speak. "What's the situation here?"
The red-head colleague stopped and stared at the young medium. "He said I'm fat!"
"She's lying, I totally did not!" Bou-san bounced up from behind a sofa, his head wobbling as though it would fall off. It made him quite vulnerable, and he got smacked on the head by the purse of pure death from Ayako for the umpteenth time. "Ow!"
"I may have to agree with Bou-san this time," Masako covered her mouth with her sleeve once again.
John nervously chuckled at her mistake.
"You what?!" Ayako's face may have turned redder than her hair.
"You do look quite .. what's that word?" Masako said, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"Fat!" Bou-san hollered out, holding onto his loose head and making sure it won't fall off of his neck.
"Yes, that. But on some days you don't .." she pursed her lips.
"You little brat!" Ayako stomped toward Masako, raising her purse again.
"I swear to Tokyo's City if you hit me with that purse I'll make sure you'll regret it." One of Masako's eyes twinkled mischievously.
That made Ayako stop and turn back around to chase Bou-san again. "You twit!"
"Yasu, won't you help me today?!" Bou-san shrieked, running around in circles with Ayako behind him.
"Perhaps not now, maybe at night?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he grinned mischievously
"Never mind!"
Smack!
"No! My brain cells!"
Whack!
"You devil owner of a purse!"
Bam!?
"Maniac!"
Thwack!
"Did your mother teach you this?!"
In the end, Ayako sat conceitedly on the sofa with Bou-san all bandaged around his head, the big red lump still visible as it was sticking up in the air. The blows of Ayako's purse had stupefied him, as shown in his light brown orbs.
"Uh .." Yasuhara began, scratching his ear.
"Er .." John felt a sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Hn .." Masako stared attentively at Bou-san, never blinking.
"I'm back!" Mai's cheerful voice rang right as she entered in the office. She was gripping a bag full of unknown items, and while she was still upbeat, she danced her way to Naru's room, never realizing the people she had called family, were in front of her.
Meanwhile, Bou-san didn't seem to notice the girl enter the office. He was still leaning on the sofa until he felt his body float to—cough—heaven. He fainted with a smile on his face and collapsed onto the floor.
"Bou-san!" everyone called out, with the exception of Ayako.
"Oh, just leave him be. He'll be all right in the next five years or so," she smiled smugly, still clutching onto her purse.
Little did anyone know, there was an invisible devil's grin on it.
::AyakoxTakigawa::
So sweet, so sweet! Oh right, is "Bam" even a synonym for "Thwack"? I'm extremely confused, and sorry if this oneshot is .. er .. doesn't meet up to your expectations? rofl. Thanks for reading!
Next time on Troubles with SPR: Dishes. GRR! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THE DISHES! GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!