CHAPTER 2
fs woke up. "Damn. My ass hurts, I don't know where I am, and all I know is that I have this stupid mission to complete, but I can't remember *WHAT*." So she sat in bed and waited for something to happen.
Hakkai, predictably enough, appeared. "Daijoubu desu ka, angel-san?"
"What the *bleep* are you saying?"
"Anou.. gomen nasai, boku wa Hakkai desu--"
"No, I *said*, what the HELL are you muttering? I don't understand a damn word you're saying!"
Hakkai smiled, and because he had to do it at least once in the fic, sweatdropped. "To cut a long story short, I'm Cho Hakkai, your appointed doctor for the day. I said : Are you feeling better?"
"Well, NO. My butt's bruised, I have no freaking clue where I am or what I'm supposed to do next--"
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that you're better," Hakkai said ruthlessly, a little impolite in his hurry to get out of the crazy MS fic. "Would you care to join us for dinner? We're just downstairs."
"I need something to wear. I had a perfectly good number 2 uniform, but it took some abuse on the way down."
"I see," Hakkai replied, and produced a Beautiful Purple Dress out of Nowhere. "Will this suffice? It matches the color of your eyes."
"No, damnit," fs muttered, but because it was a MS fic, put it on anyway. And so, unsuitably garbed, she made her way downstairs.
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