"Obscene!"
That was what first thought that sprang to Ishida Yamato's mind when he stepped into his home, which now resembled more like battlefield after two or three wars.
Tired after a long day after band practice, Yamato wanted to do nothing more than take a shower and sleep. Instead he found his once meticulously clean apartment turned into Daisuke's room. And that wasn't a good thing.
All around he found empty soda cans lying under thrown cushions, CD cases, books and magazines strewn across the floor and worst of all… members of his Beanie baby collection running amok with them! (Not literally OK?). In a flying rage he followed the trail of destruction to his bedroom, fearing the worst and praying for the best.
Passing the flour flooded kitchen, he almost cried and knew that somewhere out there, that someone must have REALLY HATED him to put him in such misery (THE LAHAHA!). With the sight of the kitchen, fuel was added to the fire. Yamato Ishida entered the twilight zone.
As expected, clothes, shoes, papers as well as remaining party members of Yamato's toy collection were a whirlwind of colours on his floor and bed. More flour and soda cans were found… Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw what resembled his favourite WHITE shirt. Praying for mercy he scrambled to rescue it from under the debris. To his shock and horror, there was… A GRAPE JUICE STAIN! (DUN DUN DUN!!!!). Yamato let out a cry of distress and pure horror. The bandits were sure to be still around. Yamato was sure; he could FEEEL their presence. With the stealth of a panther, he slowly stalked to the only place where his victims could be. With the amount of clothes on the floor, they could only be in his cupboard of course. Blood boiling through his veins, shadow cast over his cupboard, time had stopped. Not a breath of wind dared to blow in Ishida Yamato's direction. Everything was deathly quiet, save for the ragged breathing and suppressed giggles from inside the cupboard. Then in one swift movement, Yamato flung the cupboard door open with much animosity and gusto, with a cry even Tarzan would flee from.
"EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" Hysteric, excited and frightened cries filled the air as Yamato came face to face with none other than Yagami Taichi and Takaishi Takeru. Both were squatting, crouched low on his cupboard floor. Hidden in the darkness, they were caught looking like illegal immigrants. Faces flushed with adrenaline, with impish grins to match, they were happy to see big brother and best friend home.
"Welcome home," came their sheepish reply. For a moment, Yamato's heart softened. Extending both his arms, he helped Taichi and Takeru stand up. With an enigmatic smile he linked arms with both and walked out with them to the living room. Takeru and Taichi gave another exchange of giggles, relieved Yamato had not gotten angry and continued walking in silence.
Suddenly at the front door, Yamato opened the door, making Taichi lean forward as their arms were still linked. Then Yamato let go of his hold on both…
With swift kicks aimed and pained cries the results, Yagami Taichi and Takaishi Takeru were left speechless on the floor outside the Ishida residence. The door was slammed behind them.
The End.
WHOO! My first story on FF.net! Bit boring, I know but hey, I finally screwed enough courage to put it up! Be prepared for my next short stories coming soon! (Ok not SO soon, but you know what I mean) Please don't hurt me okay and review!
That was what first thought that sprang to Ishida Yamato's mind when he stepped into his home, which now resembled more like battlefield after two or three wars.
Tired after a long day after band practice, Yamato wanted to do nothing more than take a shower and sleep. Instead he found his once meticulously clean apartment turned into Daisuke's room. And that wasn't a good thing.
All around he found empty soda cans lying under thrown cushions, CD cases, books and magazines strewn across the floor and worst of all… members of his Beanie baby collection running amok with them! (Not literally OK?). In a flying rage he followed the trail of destruction to his bedroom, fearing the worst and praying for the best.
Passing the flour flooded kitchen, he almost cried and knew that somewhere out there, that someone must have REALLY HATED him to put him in such misery (THE LAHAHA!). With the sight of the kitchen, fuel was added to the fire. Yamato Ishida entered the twilight zone.
As expected, clothes, shoes, papers as well as remaining party members of Yamato's toy collection were a whirlwind of colours on his floor and bed. More flour and soda cans were found… Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw what resembled his favourite WHITE shirt. Praying for mercy he scrambled to rescue it from under the debris. To his shock and horror, there was… A GRAPE JUICE STAIN! (DUN DUN DUN!!!!). Yamato let out a cry of distress and pure horror. The bandits were sure to be still around. Yamato was sure; he could FEEEL their presence. With the stealth of a panther, he slowly stalked to the only place where his victims could be. With the amount of clothes on the floor, they could only be in his cupboard of course. Blood boiling through his veins, shadow cast over his cupboard, time had stopped. Not a breath of wind dared to blow in Ishida Yamato's direction. Everything was deathly quiet, save for the ragged breathing and suppressed giggles from inside the cupboard. Then in one swift movement, Yamato flung the cupboard door open with much animosity and gusto, with a cry even Tarzan would flee from.
"EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" Hysteric, excited and frightened cries filled the air as Yamato came face to face with none other than Yagami Taichi and Takaishi Takeru. Both were squatting, crouched low on his cupboard floor. Hidden in the darkness, they were caught looking like illegal immigrants. Faces flushed with adrenaline, with impish grins to match, they were happy to see big brother and best friend home.
"Welcome home," came their sheepish reply. For a moment, Yamato's heart softened. Extending both his arms, he helped Taichi and Takeru stand up. With an enigmatic smile he linked arms with both and walked out with them to the living room. Takeru and Taichi gave another exchange of giggles, relieved Yamato had not gotten angry and continued walking in silence.
Suddenly at the front door, Yamato opened the door, making Taichi lean forward as their arms were still linked. Then Yamato let go of his hold on both…
With swift kicks aimed and pained cries the results, Yagami Taichi and Takaishi Takeru were left speechless on the floor outside the Ishida residence. The door was slammed behind them.
The End.
WHOO! My first story on FF.net! Bit boring, I know but hey, I finally screwed enough courage to put it up! Be prepared for my next short stories coming soon! (Ok not SO soon, but you know what I mean) Please don't hurt me okay and review!