31. Night Owls Ft YukAmo
**All these broken promises to y'all. lol, oh well.**
**Honestly, not feeling this anymore. **
**I don't own anything!**
Yukari was sprawled out on Minamo's couch, her lover snuggled comfortably into her side. A blanket lay over them both. Night had fallen hours ago, so the curtains were drawn. The reading lamp sitting on the bookcase lit up the room as they watched a documentary on TV. Slow, ominous music played as the announcer's smooth voice almost lulled Minamo to sleep.
"_He was on his final trip up the mountain when disaster struck-"_
Yukari broke the somber atmosphere by letting loose an unladylike snort. Minamo flinched away, when she continued to laugh loudly near her ear.
"What?"
"HIS LAST TRIP!" She cackled, "CAUSE HE DIED!"
Horrific photographs of a mangled body floated lazily on screen as the announcer read off the autopsy report. The PE teacher was frozen in place; the once comforting blanket was now being used a shield to block her view of the TV.
Yukari clutched her stomach and let out a pleasant sigh. "Isn't this show hilarious?"
"Why-why would you-"
"You don't like it?" Yukari asked with a grin.
"No!" Minamo yelled, clutching the blanket tighter. "You sick bastard! Why are we watching this?!"
Minamo lunged for the remote. Yukari tried to yank it back. With random button pressing, the channel changed as well as the volume and brightness. Too focused on getting the other to let go, neither noticed what they were doing to the TV.
After several minutes of name calling, the two finally ran out of energy. Yukari lay limp in Minamo's lap, pouting.
"It wasn't even _that_ bad of a show!"
"Malo? Televisión es bueno!"
Slowly, their heads turned towards the TV. The background was bright green and a strange, orange cat stared at them.
"Uhhh…."
"No tengas miedo, soy el padre de Chiyo-chan."
How the tides have turned.
Yukari sat, disturbed by the image on screen. She clutched Minamo tighter. The athletic woman translated her lover's shaking and quickly took action. Lifting to the remote, she watched the cat's eyes narrow in hatred as the TV went black once again.
Neither slept much that night.