Author's Notes – Alright you guys, I told you I'd have the next chapter out soon. Again, I'm a total Blue Seed nut (I can't get enough of it), and have discovered that there aren't really any Blue Seed fics out there. So, instead of whine about it, I decided to write one. I hope you guys all enjoyed reading the first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Rated – PG for swearing
School's Annoying! Depositions Can Kiss my Behind! Blue Seed 1.399: Paperwork, What the TAC and Momiji Are Fighting When They're Not Fighting Aragami.
Kusenagi bounded over to Momiji's house, shovel and band-aids in tow. "Great, I have to dig my girlfriend out of an infinite pile of papers." Kusenagi lamented as he saw Momiji's house come into view. "One year ago I was fighting Aragami, fighting to save humanity, fighting giant ugly monsters and getting lots of gratitude. Now look at me. Instead of digging my girlfriend out of some horrible Aragami pit, I'm digging her out of some horrible homework pit!"
Kusenagi bounded up to Momiji's room, a look of extreme annoyance playing on his face as he looked inside her window. Well, rather, what was bulging outside of her window. Piles upon piles of paper, some in neat stacks, some in crumpled heaps, some in the trash can, some on the ceiling fan. "Well, better get started," Kusenagi said with a sigh as he began to dig through the plethora of papers.
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Meanwhile at the TAC building, everyone was beginning to get very testy. The lack of noise and excitement left much to be desired in their dull-as-dirt desk jobs. The only person who was in a somewhat fair mood was Matsudaira, but even she could only take so much sitting around. Since Kusenagi had left, Mr. Kunikida had started making paper footballs and trying to score field goals over Ryoko's head. Ryoko, trying her best to ignore those damn paper projectiles, was trying to work once again on the many, many police reports that she had lying around her desk. Yaegashi was in a foul mood, having run out of printer ink yet again, and having one of his instruments at the Snoozano-o tree fizzle out. Everyone was doing their best to try and keep out of each other's hair when Koume came storming in.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Those damn attorneys make me so MAD! I was about ready to shoot their damn heads right off of their damn necks! That is the last time I play secretary for you Kunikida! Next time, DO IT YOURSELF!!!" To Koume's surprise, Mr. Kunikida looked at her, sighed, and went back to his previous task. This didn't go over well with Koume, who threw her arms up in the air in disgust. "Fine, FINE, JUST IGNORE ME THEN!!! I'M GOING HOME!!!" And with that, Koume stormed right back out the same way that she came. Yaegashi sighed heavily, knowing that he was going to be getting the brunt of her blind rage when he got to her apartment. Turning around, he went to finish up his information gathering and number crunching for the night when suddenly he heard a loud pop and room go dark.
"Hm, looks like the power's out again." Matsudaira said calmly, as though it were a mere hindrance in her work. Ryoko and Mr. Kunikida merely sighed at the inconvenience. Yaegashi on the other had, having just lost an hour of work, yelled out a continuous stream of curse words, smacked his computer, and loudly exclaimed that he too was going home, before storming out of the building (which would have been more dramatic had he not slammed into Matsudaira's desk, a lamp, and the wall before finally finding the door).
"Looks like Koume's been rubbing off on him." Ryoko said absent-mindedly.
"I knew this was going to happen, but I had hoped it would've been Yaegashi who rubbed off on her, not the other way around." Mr. Kunikida said as he, once again, slouched back in his chair and massaged the bridge of his nose. It was starting to become a common gesture for him, a sort of tick that would kick in when the stress did.
"Maybe it's time we closed up for the night?" Ryoko suggested as she got up and started feeling around the room for the door.
"Yeah. If I look at another deposition I'll start having nightmares." Kunikida responded as he got up from his chair and grabbed his coat. "And you Ms. Matsudaira?"
"In a little while. This sample seems to be having an interesting reaction to the dark."
"Um, Matsu, you can't even see the sample, so how would you know?" Ryoko said, pointing out the obvious.
"Easy, it's crawling up my arm."
"EEP!!! That's it, I've had my fill, I'm gone." Ryoko said as she opened up the door and felt her way out. Mr. Kunikida, equally creeped out by Matsudaira's revelation, quickly felt his way to the door, slamming into Koume's desk and stubbing his toe on one of the extra pulse-generators that they had had laying around since the year before along the way.
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Kusenagi was finally getting somewhere. After an hour of toiling away at the colossal pile of papers, he had cut himself twelve times, found out that Momiji had finished Chemistry and was currently in front of Economics, and had made about a five-foot dent in the work. Based on his calculations, Kusenagi determined that Momiji was almost directly below him, and he began to dig again. As he dug past Advanced Pre-Calculus and started making a dent in English, he heard a noise. A noise that he definitely wished he had not just heard. A noise that belonged to a set of vocal chords of a girl that he definitely was not in the mood to see.
"Hey there Kusenagi, what'cha up to?" Kusenagi cringed at the voice,
"Go away you freaky 'ho, I'm busy."
"Aw, is that any way to treat a world-renowned faith healer and sexy starlet?"
"No it's the way I treat freaky 'ho-bags who won't leave me alone."
Sakura huffed at this comment, she wasn't making any progress. I wasn't like she liked the guy, she just loved to get on Momiji and his' nerves. At this point however, he was getting on her nerves, and with the great Sakura, that was just something that could not be tolerated. Whipping out a spell, Sakura chanted a few ancient words and hurled the flimsy piece of paper in Kusenagi's direction. Kusenagi, who had never left his arduous task of digging Momiji out, was unaware of the danger that flitted his way. The paper landed on Kusenagi's back, and lo and behold, he was frozen in place.
"That's what you get when you don't pay respectful amage to the most beautiful girl in the world." Sakura said as she laughed that scary little evil laugh of hers and lept off the tree.
"Kusenagi?" Momiji's muffled voice asked from below.
"Mph." Was all Kusenagi could respond with, provided his current situation was that of total immobility.
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Yaegashi sighed as he closed the door to Koume's apartment. He knew he was going to be getting a long and drawn out rant about work courtesy of Koume, but he didn't feel like going home, not in the foul mood that he was in. He knew that Koume had a large dartboard with Mr. Kunikida's picture on the bull's-eye (for while she liked Mr. Kunikida, there were days when he would really tick her off) and various other things around her home that could really relieve a lot of stress (author's note: quit thinking nasty thoughts there you hentai people, I meant that in an innocent way).
"At least the damn power works here." Yaegashi grumbled, his anger over having lost all that work still fresh.
"IS THAT YOU YAEGASHI?! God, I cannot BELIEVE Kunikida, ignoring me like that! That bastard! I've saved his ass so many times, and this is how he repays me? Why I oughta…" Koume yelled from the kitchen, an endless stream of non-stop furious rants flying out of her mouth. Yaegashi didn't say anything, but walked over to the window and shut the blinds. Just the sight of the Snoozano-o tree made him mad all over again, his thoughts turning towards his lost work and the broken machine that he had to fix there tomorrow. Koume continued to yell various accusations, insults, curses, and the like as she continued to cook. Yaegashi noticed the wonderful smell wafting from the kitchen, riding along the rough waves of Koume's strung-out anger. Mmm, macaroni and cheese.
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Ryoko and Kunikida walked over to their favorite tea place, Kunikida noting that the smell was already enough to calm him down a notch. Once seated, Ryoko and Kunikida started talking about how to get soap-scum out of Kaede's old shower (as Kunikida, much to Ryoko's surprise and internal disgust, didn't know how to clean residue from any bathroom fixtures, thus having left Kaede's shower the way she had left it so many years earlier), when none other than Sugishita showed up. Ryoko, noting his presence, tried her best to ignore him as he and the waitress next to him started flirting up a storm. Good ol' Sugishita, always one to annoy Ryoko whenever she was having a good time. Kunikida, oblivious to Ryoko's unease and annoyance, chatted away about how Kaede's shower was so infested with bacteria that it could probably sprout legs and run away. Sugishita, unfortunately for Ryoko, heard Kunikida and walked over to the table.
"Well hey there gorgeous!" Sugishita said as he leaned over Ryoko, "and hey there to you too Mr. Kunikida!"
"Sugishita! Fancy meeting you here. How are things over at the station?" Kunikida asked, oblivious to Ryoko's escalating unease.
"Ah, same ol', same ol'. I've got so many women trying to flirt with me it's unreal. Of course, none of them are as pretty as my Miyami!" Sugishita said as he put his hand behind his head and laughed lightheartedly.
Ryoko was taken aback. "Miyami?" Ryoko thought to herself, trying to place the name that Sugishita had thrown out. "That's right, I forgot, he's dating that tramp of a girl who had transferred from the Gunma county police station a few months back. Oh thank GOD! He won't be hitting on me anymore!" Ryoko's unease and duress quickly melted away, and she suddenly noticed that she liked Sugishita's company when he was a friend, and ONLY a friend.
The End of Chapter 2
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Well, I see not many people would like to review my fic. That's a bummer, I always love feedback. Anywho, this is my brain's way of cooling down now in the writing lab. I just finished writing a 7-page paper for Consumer Economics, an essay for Spanish 2021, and the outline of my thesis paper (complete with a thesis that took forever to come up with) for Composition 1021. Ah, time flies when you're thinking of Blue Seed! Well, just review if you'd like to, I love feedback! ^_^