A/N: GREETINGS VIEWERS. WE ARE BACK. (at last :P)
Honestly, there's no excuse for such long-drawn absence other than the fact that we were really really busy these past few months. Man, growing up sucks.
We will try our best to upload more content in April and May... before getting busy again :')
Anyhow, here's a very random fic and another miserable attempt at humour. The idea was processed by Sun and the editing and fine-tuning by Moon.
We present to you, "April fools" by Sun and Moon.
Read and review please! :)
The clock ticked uneventfully into the solemn hours of the night. Two silhouettes tiptoed closer to a body that lay peacefully asleep. He was tucked beneath the covers, oblivious to the pair of shadows that stopped just before the bed. The duo glanced at each other, both smirking evilly as they turned their eyes back to their prey.
The clock kept ticking.
The sound of cawing and chirping tore through his dreams. 'Damn birds,' Kai groaned as he tried to block the noise, but in vain.
He let his eyes slip open, blinking to get used to the light. Immediately, crimson eyes squinted at the bedside clock. '7:30 already?' He thought, reluctantly bringing himself to an upright posture.
He felt tired – the cause of which wasn't unknown to him. Working non-stop, approving agreements, filling in paperwork and attending a multitude of board meetings a day could fatigue any ordinary human. Not Kai, though. Nothing could tire out the cut-throat, cold-hearted, ever-annoyed nineteen-year-old CEO of the Hiwatari Corporations (or so he liked to fool himself).
"Kai! Breakfast!" Spencer's voice called from the kitchen. The slate-head sighed. He wondered what greater power had persuaded him to stay at the Blitzkrieg Boys' apartment last night as he returned from yet another conference.
Standing up, his eyes fell upon a tiny pink clip resting beside his pillow. 'Where did that come from?' he wondered, absent-mindedly placing it on the bedside table.
'Might as well get some coffee,' he thought, as he headed downstairs.
Spencer set his mug down, as he pulled back a chair. Tala merely glanced his way as he continued to skim through the newspaper, muttering remarks every now and then, coffee mug in hand. Spencer buttered his bread, making a mental note to refill the blueberry jam jars later. He preferred blueberry – which his red-head captain always found distasteful. The tall-blonde could never understand why. The blueberry jams tasted the best!
It was at that moment, a presence made itself known.
Spencer looked up, only to have his eyes go wide. He froze; butter-knife stopping abruptly, as he took in the scene. Tala turned to the newcomer and promptly choked on his beverage. He coughed as the drink went down the wrong pipe, then shook with the effort to stifle his laughter as a groggy-looking Kai entered the kitchen.
Said teen seated himself opposite Tala, staring at the steam that arose from his own coffee mug. The redhead captain hid behind his newspaper, biting his tongue to keep himself from trembling. Peeking over the pages with teary eyes, he looked at his ex-teammate.
"You look absolutely stunning Kai! The err..pink especially suits your skin tone." He snorted.
Said teen turned his slitted eyes towards him before deciding it was too much effort to try and decipher his words. Especially before coffee.
Spencer blinked out of stupor, kicking his captain in the shin. Was Kai so tired that he hadn't noticed? Or had the younger finally mastered the subtle art of not giving a damn? Either way the slate-head's passiveness concerned the blond. "Kai do-"
"HEYYY GUYS!" Bryan bellowed as he skidded to a stop in the kitchen, with a pouty Ian following closely. "That's not fair, you had a head start!" the younger pointed accusingly at the lavender head. "Not my fault you're slow, midget," Bryan smirked, ruffling Ian's deep purple bangs.
"I've told you not to run in the hallways!" Spencer chided disapprovingly. "Yes sir!" the two chorused, each saluting the blonde, who sighed and shook his head. Tala simply cleared his throat as he sipped his coffee, straightening his newspaper once more.
Bryan and Ian looked at the slate-head who paid no attention to the little exchange. Giving each other a small yet proud smirk and took their respective seats around the dining table. Spencer looked back and forth between Kai and Bryan. He quirked an eyebrow at the lavender-head as if to say, 'You did this?'
The Falborg-wielder shrugged faking innocence. Ian snickered knowingly. Crimson eyes finally rose from the wooden table and regarded the two newcomers. "What's so funny?" he asked, his voice low but chilly. The youngest downed his glass of orange juice. "Nothing," he replied, "just that Mr. Hungry here has butter all over his face."
All heads turned to Bryan, a.k.a Mr. Hungry, who momentarily stopped chewing his buttered toast and plucked a napkin out of its holder.
"Keep that up and we'll have another Granger in our midst," Tala commented. The remark had certainly hit a nerve as the lavender-head looked beyond offended. "Don't you dare compare me to that bottomless pit," he snarled. Kai snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back against his chair.
He would never admit it out loud, but it was nice to be around them. The boys were like family anyway, and the penthouse - with walls painted a plain black with a matte finish - was as bright during the day with the sun rays as it was at night with cream white LEDs and warm yellow lamps hanging from the high ceilings. Kai had to give credit to Bryan for his impressive taste as he traced his fingers along the sandy-brown woodwork.
"So," Tala said as he finished the last of his bread, "What's the plan for today?"
"Well, my main objective of the day has already been accomplished," Bryan said as he stretched, stealing a glance at the bedecked boy. "Wow I'm so proud of you," came the sarcastic reply of the oblivious slate-head.
"Let's go watch that new movie," Ian suggested.
"Spies in disguise? Really midget?" (A/N: It's a good movie.)
The purple-haired Russian glared at Bryan. "Why don't you suggest something better, bobble-head."
"Later," Spencer cut in as he stopped the lavender-head from lunging at the younger. Ian stuck out his tongue. He turned to the slate-head who's one hand traced the edges of his coffee mug, and the other resting against his cheek, fingers narrowly missing their masterpiece. Ian silently thanked Bryan for using the long-lasting type.
"What's your plan for the day Kai?"
Said teen shrugged without looking up. "I have work." Of course.
"Loosen up workaholic," Bryan commented, "All work and no play makes Hiwatari a dull corpse." The slate-head's mouth twitched, not quite a smirk. The comfortable pause in their conversation was shattered by the rather loud ringtone of Kai's phone.
"Geez, do you have to keep it that loud?" Ian cringed, receiving a rather pretty glare from the slate-head.
Kai promptly stalked out of the room and disappeared up the stairs, oblivious to the snickering that had commenced at the table.
Kai sighed as he walked over to the bedside table. He cast a side-glance at the mirror hanging above the study on the far left of the room. He froze. Retracing his steps hastily, he stared at his reflection.
It wasn't just the messy slate bangs that stuck out in various directions, nor was it Spencer's oversized dark grey sweater and matching joggers that had caught his eye. Oh no, it was much more than the pink triangles lining the pale skin and the tiny ribbons sitting unnoticed on slate strands.
Elegantly done makeup - topped with cherry lip gloss and rosy cheeks - lined Kai's features. Eye shadow of a delicate purple shade, applied liberally, certainly brought out his eyes. And his eyelashes- had they been curled?!
He felt the blood course through his veins as he took in the sight. His left (mascara-lined) eye twitched as his teeth gritted against each other. The corners of his glossy lips thinned as he narrowed down on the suspects. The sound of the chiming phone had become a mere lull in the background.
One could compare his patience to a string - long, yet thin and delicate. And that string had finally broke.
Once they were certain that Kai was out of earshot, the remaining Blitzkrieg Boys relaxed. "That was uncalled for," Spencer said curtly. "Chill out Spence, its 1st April!" Ian replied, to which the blonde could only give an exasperated sigh.
Tala glanced over his newspaper at the smiling demons. "How did you manage that without waking him up? And where did you get all the stuff?" he whispered incredulously, mischievous cerulean orbs shining.
"We might have laced last night's mashed potatoes and steak with-" "Again?!" Spencer interrupted.
"Hey, he had a good night's sleep thanks to us!"
"He's going to throw a fit."
Bryan smirked. "Trust me, I can handle-"
But the rest of his words died in his mouth as he was interrupted - for the second time in less than 30 seconds - by a roar that bellowed across the Blitzkrieg apartment.
"BRYAN, IAN, YOU'RE DEAD TO ME."
A/N: *snicker snicker* oh what fun we had in tormenting poor Kai this way. *evil snickering continues*
Yes, well, as you would have seen, dear readers, Sun and Moon know nothing about makeup :D! Anyways, toodles for now.