Chapter 21: Time Jump
It was finally done. All the desires had been gone through. Everyone was silent; nobody knew what to say as Sebastian's body appeared on the floor and began to wake. His eyes fluttered open, and he took in the room and the freedom he felt as he breathed, air rising in his chest. There was another feeling swelling inside his being as well though. He felt more alone than he had in years and he felt sorrow. Would he ever see his young master… Ciel again?
"So… that's it right?" came the voice of Kaoru, causing everyone's head to turn towards him.
"Yep, I think that's it," Hikaru answered, throwing an arm around his brother's shoulders.
"Good, that means we can finally leave. We start class tomorrow right? Why did we decide to do this right before classes start…" Kaoru said, leaning into his brother. "How long have we been in here anyway?"
"A few hours," Hikaru replied. (…in the span of however many months it's been… they've only been in that damn room a few hours.)
Kyoya stepped forward, blinking his eyes more than usual, as if he were trying to clear his vision. He reached for his spectacles resting on his desk before placing them precisely upon his nose. Everyone watched as he turned back around to them all, awaiting what he'd say.
"Well then, you've all completed what it is I intended you to do… almost all of you. So aside from Tamaki, you may all leave."
"WHAT!? Why must I stay!?"
"You haven't made your public appearance yet and you promised you would."
So he did. And that was that. Then everyone went home.
…
Part II
The Final Semester
Mori hadn't seen Haruhi for about a week. Not that that was a very long time or anything, but it felt long somehow, entirely too long to be away from such a wonderful friend. Plus, Honey hadn't needed Mori it seemed, since his masculine transformation, so the big man felt more lonely than usual.
The problem was no one was in his program, that he knew anyway, and he had never been good at making friends without Honey by his side. And all this hands-on stuff they were doing so far was only dissection, but pretty soon he'd be assisting a vet. He was looking forward to that. Living, cute, fluffy, animals.
He had a couple hours before a lecture he needed to go to, so he'd come home to the over-large apartment Tamaki still insisted they all stay in and he now stood outside Haruhi's empty room. She'd left the door open, an array of different professional-looking clothes scattered on her floor. It wasn't like her to be so disorganized, but it was almost the end of the semester and she was studying for some huge test that Mori didn't really know anything about. He stared at the mess a little longer, then entered and started putting things away.
As he hung the last dress shirt in her closet he heard the front door burst open, the voices of the twin's making its way to his ears.
"… I swear her boobs have gotten bigger."
"It's because she's eating watermelon with like every meal."
"The plan's working, but we need more."
"Do you think she'll be able to fit in it by the show?"
It? Mori wondered for no more than a moment before he realized he needed to get out of her room. There's no telling what the twins might say or do if they discovered him in Haruhi's room… in her closest. He could see it now, they're faces of curiosity slowly transitioning into smirks of the devil, horns sprouting from their fiery hair as they asked questions. Why are you in here?, what are you looking at?, who would have thought senpai to be such a pervert? And what if it got back to Haruhi? That's the last thing he wanted.
He could already hear their footsteps and voices increasing in volume. They were walking down the hallway. Even if Mori were to leave right now they'd see him leaving.
"… Her ass looks pretty nice too."
What could he do now? The window. No, he could just shut the door of the closet, that'd be safer.
So he shut the door to the closet and waited for the twins to leave.
…
Kyoya knew all of this already. It was a waste of time, but he was taking notes, furiously, anyway. He wanted his degree, even if it was only a pretty piece of paper and he wanted his teacher to think he worked hard to get it. Everyone is a connection in the world of business, a professor being no objection.
Tamaki on the other hand apparently thought that giving the appearance of trying wasn't important in the slightest. Another of the blond buffoon's rubber-bands bounced off Kyoya's hair. When the more studious of the two didn't respond, about ten seconds later, a paperclip hit his ear. When that didn't cause Kyoya to even flinch, a rather large and all too obvious ball of paper whacked the side of his head.
"Is everything alright, Mr. Suoh?" the professor inquired.
"Quite," Tamaki replied in his most cheery voice.
The professor smiled and went back to his lecture. Somehow, even though Tamaki played the mindless clown of the class perfectly, he managed to remain in the professor's good graces. Kyoya would never understand how he accomplished such a feat.
"Kyoya," Tamaki whispered. "Hey… Kyoya."
Kyoya made eye contact with his friend for no more than a few seconds, only to direct Tamaki's eyes downward, right to where Kyoya was giving him the middle finger. The blond promptly looked away to the front of the class, frowning, a blush decorating his sun-kissed cheeks. He'd gotten a lot tanner ever since they'd moved to America. Probably because it had become a daily routine –per Tamaki's request- to play sand volleyball with everyone. Somehow Haruhi had gotten out of it however. No one had seen her in a while to be completely honest.
Kyoya's furious scribbling halted as he thought about that. Haruhi not being around. Hadn't they all come here specifically to be together? All of them? Well, she did have tests coming up, that should probably be explanation enough for him.
For now he'd try to get through this class without murdering his best friend. Even though it'd been months since the 'desire' incident, he still had a hard time looking at Tamaki the way he used to.
…
It had been about a week since Haruhi had stayed at the apartment for longer than what it took to shower, put on some clothes, or grab some books and food then leave. As she dragged her feet towards the apartment door that the ex-hosts and she lived in, a small smile came to her tired face. Her eyes drooped in a way that only exhaustion could explain. She was about ready to collapse. Only the thought of her warm, soft bed kept her moving.
She brought out the key from her bag and fumbled to stick it in the keyhole. She soon discovered the door was already unlocked. Her eyes widened. This could only mean one thing. Any number of the ex-hosts could be home. If she wasn't discreet, she might never make it to her bed.
She slowly turned the doorknob before peaking in. It was quiet. Too quiet. This only helped calm Haruhi down some. Silence in the apartment with hosts around could be either a good thing or a very bad thing.
She could smell bacon. It was a smell that caused her to exhale and toss the nerves in her chest away. There was only one of her closest friends who actually ever cooked, or knew how for that matter. She hastily removed her shoes before following her senses to the kitchen, the heavenly scent getting stronger with each stride. When she arrived in the archway leading into her destination she saw him. Clad in black pants, a white dress shirt, and a pink, frilly apron to top it all off. He was a sight to be seen to say the least. And he was unashamed, even though alone, if anyone were to see him, Haruhi knew he couldn't care less. It's just the kind of person Mori was, it was what she loved about him.
"Hey, Mori-senpai, what are you making?" Haruhi was very interested to know, food was one of her greatest interests.
"Dinner," was Mori's simple response.
Haruhi expected an answer like this. No matter how close the two of them were, it always took a while before Mori's sentences took on a more complex style. Around Haruhi though, he always found a way to those explanatory words and would feel comfortable using them.
She sat down at the kitchen table and watched the big man turn the bacon and place some pieces on a plate. He moved with expert-sure movements; in whatever he seemed to be doing, he always exuded a certain amount of finesse, confidence an aura around him. Haruhi sighed and leaned her head down on the tabletop.
"I don't know if I'm cut out for this, Mori," she spoke quietly, and if she had been looking at the big man she would've noticed him halting in his movements and turning slightly to look back at her. "I feel like I'm grasping at air."
"I think most dreams feel like that," Mori said after a moment.
"Empty?"
"Like we may never reach them. But you will," he said in his deep voice.
"Do you want some help?" Haruhi asked after raising her head and looking at Mori's solid back for a few unguarded moments.
Mori glanced towards her before looking back down at his pan full of sizzling meat and grinned.
"No. Go sleep. I'll wake you when it's done."
She was ready to argue, but that was before she remembered how tired she was. Wasn't she afraid a few minutes ago because she thought she wouldn't get to sleep?
"Ok… Thanks senpai."
When she made it to her room, she took no time in falling into her bed. She hardly noticed that everything was cleaner than when she had left it before she closed her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
…
The rest of the hosts appeared only moments after Haruhi left the kitchen for her room in search of solace. Lucky for her though, Mori kept them away as long as he could. They ate the breakfast/dinner without her and skipped off to bed, all except Mori who was actually on his way out for the morning. After he cleaned up the host's breakfast/dinner mess, he went and woke up the sleeping Haruhi, told her there was a plate of food waiting for her, and yes it was a big plate, then he gathered up his backpack and left for the day. The sun wasn't rising yet, but it soon would, it was nearly six in the morning.
Meanwhile, Haruhi sat alone, at the kitchen counter, eating her food in complete and utter silence. It was a sound that hardly ever filled the hosts' home. She only heard the munching of her bacon and the gentle, hardly audible smacks as she chewed the soft pancakes. Her hair was in tangles and she was positive the small amount of makeup she wore was smudged, but she didn't care. She would care about it in about two more hours, when she had to get ready to be around her classmates and professors… her fellow competitors and the names she needed to impress. She couldn't care less around the men that might as well be her brothers. A title she decided to give them not too long ago and yet would never tell them of. There would be too much screaming if she did.
…
Kaoru sat by himself in the back of the class. It was the only class he didn't have with Hikaru and quite frankly, he wasn't even sure why he was taking it. Actually he couldn't even remember the name of it. So he normally used his time in here to think. He'd been hopelessly wondering what could of happened to The Butler members, because once they left the burlesque club, there was no further shows or tours to be had. It was almost like they disappeared entirely. Perhaps they had.
Kaoru let out a sigh, not to be heard by anyone but himself. He really liked hanging out with his favorite band, it made him sad when they just left without a word, and it broke his heart completely when the band seemed to part ways.
It just so happened, that as Kaoru was mulling over these things he began to look through his phone to pass the time; however, this wasn't what seemed out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was that he had an extra contact that had been added, but not a contact he remembered ever putting in there himself. It read: Little Red RIDING Hood;} 3 XOXO
He blinked. The number wasn't familiar. He decided to send a message.
Little Red, I seem to have acquired your suspicious number for some reason or another… and I was hoping you might reveal who you actually are?
Whoever it was texted back almost immediately.
I've been waiting and waiting on this blasted couch for… about ever! For you to finally text me, dear little firecracker;} how are you? And could this text possibly mean that you're ready for a little ride? 3
Kaoru read over the text several times, still trying to figure out who in the world it could possibly be. (He wasn't good at the mysteries you see.) He was rather bored though, Hikaru hadn't been giving him nearly enough attention since finals were just around the corner. In all honesty Hikaru hadn't been giving either Kaoru or their classes enough attention, he'd been meeting up with Haruhi between her classes and for lunch with no regard for whether or not he'd be missing his own classes. All the ex-hosts were still madly infatuated, all of them except Kaoru. He still loved her, but truly like a sister. Actually, he hadn't shown interest in any girls for a while, other than what size they were, body type, what would look most flattering on their mediocre bodies. He'd become so accustomed to seeing and touching women's bodies, it just wasn't exciting anymore. He found himself checking girls out, but for entirely different reasons than most other men would. He saw their clothes, that's about it.
I'm ready for just about anything out of the ordinary.
And he was.
…
He sat on the couch, covered in blood, and not much else. Not his blood of course. Sebastian didn't bleed. It was the blood of the many women that laid and lounged about him. Luring women into his home, having his way with them then bleeding them dry had become his new drug. He'd only found one out of this gaggle that was woman enough to devour whole, and now she was gone. Women were such insipid, needy creatures.
His eyes which had been shut, relaxing in the smell of his harvest flew open as he heard tip-tapping footsteps coming down the hall. He knew exactly who it was, but it was always a surprise to find what that someone wanted or had done.
"Oh God, Bassy, I can't say I'm very fond of finding you eating all of these women, I'd much rather you just eat me!"
"You know, I think most people found our murderous relationship more interesting than… whatever we are now," Sebastian mused.
"Oh, not to worry! I'll kill you one day! Maybe tonight if you don't clean all of this up by the time I return."
"Why is that?"
"I have a date! I might bring him home, if you know what I mean~!" Grell swooned, kicking a lifeless body out of his way.
Sebastian finally looked over at the red haired maniac. "What have you done to yourself?"
"I cut my hair! Oh and I got some contacts! Does it look like a dashing disguise? I hardly recognized myself!" He replied proudly, running his no longer gloved hands through his new hairdo.
Sebastian stood, walking towards his once known enemy while Grell looked at himself in the small mirror they had in this particular room.
"I'm not used to seeing you wearing clothes that lack so much… red," Sebastian drawled.
"Hm. And I'm sorry to say I miss your butler garb… it always did fit you better than nothing," Grell purred.
"But really… only a red t-shirt? That isn't nearly enough," He said before grabbing Grell's face with his hands, streaking blood on the reaper's porcelain skin.
Grell stared at Sebastian for a moment. "I have to wash my face now," Grell said with no inflection. "I know you're going to find this hard to believe, Bassy, but… Now don't get me wrong, I still adore you, but I'm ready for some sort of change."
They stared at each other in the mirror for a moment. Then Grell turned and looked Sebastian in the face.
"Pardon?" Sebastian asked.
"I'm tired of you always looking at me with disgust, always treating me like I'm a raving lunatic, thinking in that sharp mind of yours that I can never possibly amount to anything, can't be loved by anyone…" Grell's voice didn't waver and their gazes never broke. Simmering russet and blue-cloaked green. "I'm starting work this week as a psychologist, starting off at the ward until I've had some success… I'm making something of myself. Maybe you should try the same."
"That's… an idiotic thought. You're a reaper Grell, you can't be anything else," Sebastian spoke, rummaging between the bodies for his clothes.
"I can at least pretend. I've always been a wonderful actor! Later Bassy, I'm gonna go get me some ginger ass!" And Grell whipped out a scarlet hanky as he waltz out the door.
Sebastian stared at the door, not sure what to think and quite frankly, he wasn't ready to think at all.
…
A dog following the heels of its master, starving for attention. That's the last thing I remember Kaoru saying to me. He had jokes in his eyes and laughter in his throat, but I couldn't miss the pain in his features. I've been paying more attention to Haruhi than him lately and I guess it's finally bothering him. I hadn't really thought about it though until he finally said something. I don't know where he is right now though, he hasn't said anything to me all day, so I'm unaware of his whereabouts and quite frankly, it's a bit offsetting. He never fails to inform me about where he's going or to invite me, but this time, he's left without a trace.
Haruhi steps out of her classroom, finally, and thoughts of Kaoru slip from my mind. She looks up and finds me with her dark eyes, unsurprised, looking just as tired as she did this morning. It makes me sad to see her like that. It makes me want to take her away to some private island (one I own of course) and just let her sleep to her hearts content… In my arms obviously. That thought makes me smile. The smile she gives me is all fake though, it doesn't reach her eyes; her mind is obviously still in class, in those thick books she's bent on carrying everywhere she goes. I really wanted to be the person that could bring her mind back to her body, where she stood, what was happening in the moment, but I never can. I'm not sure any of us can.
I'm anticipating graduation. Really hard. …That's such a strange saying, I still don't quite understand it I think.
"Ready for dinner?" I ask, already making the decision that we'll go somewhere nice, slightly secluded, but casual. I want her to feel relaxed, Haruhi has never felt comfortable in our standard more posh environments, something Tamaki has been pushing on her since her arrival into our lives. I don't mind that she doesn't really like it, I used to not get it, but now I'd become a commoner in a heartbeat for her.
"Sure," she says, hefting her books and coming to my side. Her smile looks a little more genuine now; she always has gotten excited about food, at least that hasn't changed.
I take her books from her, ignoring her protests and bring her in for a side hug. One of my back-row buddies told me it's totally fine to greet a girl that way, even if she is just a friend.
"What're you doing?" she asks.
"Saying hi," I say, feeling my ears burn and I'm glad my hair's grown out. "So I know just the place to eat, I think you'll like it, lots of meat."
I lead her off campus, down side streets. It would've taken me forever to get used to this place if it wasn't for the friends Kaoru and I made our first few weeks here… well, the friends Kaoru made, they ended up being my friends too eventually. I wasn't actually ever introduced to them, they just always thought I was Kaoru in the halls. Then they eventually saw us together and… that was a laugh. Americans have the best facial expressions. They wear every emotion on their sleeve.
So, I take her through the city streets, and this man walks up to me and asks me to try the latest energy drink.
"Don't poison me," I say, and take hold of Haruhi's hand, pulling her away before she gets coerced into trying the strange-blue-chemically-looking shit.
"Where're we going anyway? I've never been back, uh, down? Here, before," Haruhi says, her hand still in mine, she's looking around at all the neon lights, probably too distracted to noticed I've laced our fingers together.
"Right here, watch your step, it's kind of dark," I say, and it is. We walk down a small little hidden flight of stairs and through the squeaky door of Hugo's, a little rusty bell clanking our arrival. A waitress in jeans and tank top greets us with a toothy grin, her red lipstick looking almost black in this lighting; the perfect atmosphere for NOT studying. The waitress picks up two menus and beckons us with her tattooed hand to follow. I look over at Haruhi; her eyes are super wide and her hand clutches at mine… It's pretty cute.
After we're seated, in a small booth, one of us on each side, Haruhi watches the waitress leave then gets up and scrambles over to my side of the booth.
"Where are we?" she whispers, but she might as well be speaking normally.
"Hugo's, it's a burger joint. Which you would've known if you opened your menu," I say, grabbing her menu and opening it for her. She stares at it, then takes it from me, reading with a serious expression on her face. I knew she'd like it.
I start perusing the list of drinks when I hear the laugh. I haven't heard that laugh since before this last semester began and I'm instantly looking around for the owner, for Kaoru and I find him easily. Across the way, he's sitting at the bar with another guy, but not one of our friends, someone else… someone who looks strangely familiar and yet not familiar at all. The strange guy is talking in quiet tones now, and they're leaning closer to each other, then this odd smile starts making its way across the man's mouth and Kaoru laughs again. That full kind of laugh where he flings his head back and has to close his eyes… he's only ever done that around me. Alone.
"Are you guys ready to order?" the waitress asks and I tear my eyes off my brother.
"Yeah, I'll have this one, please," Haruhi says pointing. "With extra bacon."
"Chips or fries?"
"Fries, please."
"And you?" the waitress looks at me.
"Same, but can you add jalapenos?" I ask.
"Sure can. And can I get you anything else to drink besides water?"
"I'll have a Heineken, and she'll have…" I point at the drink on the menu. "This girly sounding one, it's good right?"
"Yep, I'll have those right out, thanks guys," and she's off.
"Hey, isn't that Kaoru?" Haruhi asks me.
"Yeah," I say.
"Should we say hi?" she asks and starts to get up but I grab her wrist.
"I don't think so," I say, not looking at her but I can feel her eyes studying me.
"Why?" she asks as she sits back down.
"He didn't tell me about it," I say.
She's quiet for a moment as we both study the two red heads.
"Is he on a date?" she asks.
"I don't know."
"You don't know."
"Yep, don't know."
"He's on a date," she concludes just as our drinks arrive.
He's on a date. And I didn't even know he's actually gay.
…
"Welcome! To Undie's Flower Shop!" Cried the Undertaker as two new customers entered his frilly little shop. He'd even changed his normal black and deathly attire to match the place. He wore a billowy white shirt along with dark denim and a white and pink striped apron to top it all off. He hardly ever wore his hat anymore, but he'd kept his silver hair long and brilliant, a single clip in place to show off his stunning eyes and signature scar. A pink clip.
"How may I help you today?" He asked the elderly lady that had wandered into the sweet smelling and radiant little store. "We're having a special on funeral arrays!"
"Funeral? Oh, no, I just need a bouquet for my girl, she's on Broadway, I'm so proud of her," the elderly lady said, a bit worriedly as she eyed the strange looking shop owner.
"Oh, I see, perhaps some… Roses, then? Those seem to be the popular congratulatory flower choice."
"Oh no, she never did like roses much."
"Then maybe just a giant sunflower? She won't be getting many of those."
"You know, that sounds perfect."
"Wonderful!"
Undertaker smiled happily as the woman left the shop, the sunflower about as big as her head. It really was perfect. He'd made sure of that. Then he began the small task of cleaning up the 'Assembling Table;' he'd finally gotten the plaque made this week and was quite proud of it, the word 'Assembling' had turned out especially well, the two S's all swirling and shit. It was spectacular. He had just enough time to straighten it when the door flung open with a terrible clang and a resounding bang as it was shoved shut again, letting in that blond whirlwind of a person who'd been in the shop twice already this week, once just to browse and ruin a few things, the second time was a rather horrendous breakdown in which Undies lost several customers, and now… Undies flipped the open sign off and hid his newly beloved plaque.
"You, Undies! I need a bouquet, quick! I have to stop her!"
"I'm just closing for the day, you'll have to leave," Undies replied in a monotonous tone.
"What? You stay open to ungodly hours! That's what it says on your sign!" Tamaki bellowed.
"It does say that, I'm surprised and delighted that you noticed," Undies smiled.
"Anyway, I need a bouquet!"
"Ok fine, I'll stay open… but only if you can tell me a good joke," Undies smile grew larger.
"A joke. … What?! A joke!? This is no joking matter! I have to ask Haruhi to marry me!"
There was a pause.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Undies' laughter was quite raucous. "Again?! That's the funniest thing I've heard all month. And look at you; you think you actually have a chance… Ahaha… How long has it been? A week?"
Tamaki looked positively depressed. "A week and a half. But I have to. I know her and Hikaru – that little slut – went to eat tonight, I followed them until I got lost… he didn't even take her somewhere fancy! What was he thinking? All those dark alleyways… and NEON LIGHTS!" Tamaki grabbed fistfuls of his hair and collapsed to the ground in momentary hysterics. "It's like he was taking her to the RED LIGHT DISTRICT! OHHHHH! My poor baby!"
"You're possibly the craziest person I've ever met. And I'm pretty old you know, and pretty crazy… and I know Grell," Undies nodded to himself.
"ME?! CRAZY?! How can you even say something like that when YOU'RE trying to sell funeral arrangements to LIVING old ladies!" he exclaimed as he stood up straight and karate-chopped through a lovely ensemble of gardenias.
"I'll add that to your tab," Undies spoke.
"Fine, and just get me a bouquet," Tamaki seethed.
"You can take the smashed one to your left."
"NO! I want a new one!"
"You can say you traversed a dangerous forest to get to her."
"GET ME A NEW ONE!"
"What a finicky brat you are."
"You'll be selling two bouquet this way, just get me another one!"
Undies smile turned paternal. "So you have been learning something in those classes."
"Well duh, I read all of Kyoya's notes. He's extremely precise for someone who needs glasses."
"That makes no sense."
"So you'll get me a different bouquet?" Tamaki asked.
"On the double, Milady!"
"I want one with pink and white and frilly ribbons."
"I'll give you one out of the freeze," Undies raised his brows.
"A readymade one?"
"They've been keeping fresh of course, dead all the same though you know. Dying at least."
"Make it in front of me."
"It'll cost you."
"I don't care."
"Course you don't, and you won't get the girl this time either. You haven't even asked her to date you," Undies' glare was meaningful.
"I dated her already. This is just the next step."
"How far did you get?" Undies asked, getting out the pink tea-roses and a pair of lovingly dried red roses; they were practically black.
"No! no black ones. By the way, I have to ask because you seem so lucid: Are you drunk?" Tamaki asked, snatching away the black roses and promptly depositing them on the floor.
"I'm not drunk, and you didn't answer my question. Which means first base," Undies grinned.
"What!? How does me not answering equal that?!"
Undies just stared at him for a moment, then got out the Baby Romantica. "You've only ever gotten to first, haven't you?"
"Wha-!? No! of course I've gone all the way! With Haruhi! Only Haruhi! All the time!"
Undies began to cackle. "Virgin," Undies snickered.
Tamaki sucked in a breath, "Don't call me that! I'm not That, not that word. That's a terrible thing to say!"
"Do you even know what it means?"
"OF COURSE I KNOW! The twins told me all about it… I nearly puked. I did a little, but only in my mouth. It's an awful, awful word," Tamaki shook his head, a very disappointed look on his face.
"It means you've never had sexual intercourse. So you mean to tell me that Haruhi is traipsing around having unmarried sex?"
There was a pause. The pause stretched on for quite a while as Undies finished off the bouquet with a flourish of lace-ribbons and a dusting of sparkles. All the while Tamaki stared at him, slack-jawed, blinking slowly. The bouquet was utterly repulsive in its girly nature, Undies was certain Haruhi would think it nothing but frivolous. Perfect. The bimbo before him was assured a solid 'No.'
"I would never dirty my darling girl, she's completely innocent," Tamaki finally said, straightening himself and brushing off his shirt front.
"So you admit you've never done the nasty?"
Tamaki's hand hid his mouth as his face turned beat red. "I admit it."
"Virgin," Undies grinned, ringing up the total.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Your total is 154.89."
"That's it?"
"Oh, I miscalculated, an even thousand will suffice," Undies smiled.
"Ok, good, I can say I spent way too much or what not," Tamaki paid and left without breaking anything else. Scratch that. He shut the door so hard on his way out the bell fell off and shattered on the floor.
"I should have charged him more…"
But the Undertaker wasn't too perturbed. He took out his little 'Assembling Table' plaque and smiled that ruthless smile of his.
The front door opened and shut almost soundlessly, thanks to the lack of a bell, but the Undertaker noticed the new customer nonetheless. His eyes moved towards the figure, the smile he'd prepared slowly fading as he took in the waif young man. They made no conversation as the boy picked out a single red rose and brought it to the counter.
"Four seventy-three." The boy paid. "Have a nice day…" And then he left.
Somehow, even though he came in every day for his one rose, the Undertaker could never get used to the sight of the boy. He could never look into those red-ish brown eyes.
NOTE! Beautes! We're sooooo sooo sooo sorry it took this long! We actually finished this on vacation, so be happy that we were thinking of you while we were baking ourselves in the beachy sun, well actually, just Monkey was, because PP was reflecting the sun onto her with her luminous white (and we mean WHITE) skin. Anyway, it was a very romantic outing, because as I'm sure you all know, we're in an open lesbian relationship. Emphasis on open;) So much open that we found a very actractive beachy lady that we both wanted... dreads, amazing calves, amazing forearms, cool tats, tan skin, brown eyes, gorgeous smile, cute nose ^.^ Did we mention her hands? Oh, the hands of that lovely lady! We got a picture of her. PP posed with her, closely. Poor Monkey only got to look... WOE IS ME! "I GOT TO TOUCH HER WAIST!" - PP... Conclusion, PP got the beachy lady;) Also we ate way too much all the time and are now blimps. except I think we're actually skinnier than when we left... and we were forced to drink Starbucks... we hate Starbucks... "They over roast the beans to cover up the poor quality." - Mr Davies (our favorite art professor) ANYway! We love you all. Deeply. But we didn't get you any souvenirs. We just wrote you this instead. :]
With love,The Poopheads (look for us on TV cuz we're totally on the TVtubes all the time cuz we're famous actors who major in useless things like art and theatre)