IM-MITAMA-TURITY!
Part Deux!
A/N: OH NO. NOT AGAIN! My sister has once again inspired me to whip out the ol' mitamas (snicker snicker). Enjoy.
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"It's great that you were finally able to come to Tokyo and meet all my new friends, Akiko!" Momiji smiled cheerfully, taking a sip out of a can of ceylon tea.
"Yeah, it's really nice of Mr. Kunikida to let me come over like this," Momiji's old school friend replied, filing her fingernails. "And it's been wonderful to meet all of your new friends."
"It's been a pleasure meeting you, too," Matsudaira beamed from her chair across the room. She was dressed in a pair of footy pajamas with test tubes all over them.
"Yes, any friend of Momiji's is a friend of ours," Ryoko added, nudging Kome in the foot.
She was listening to some very loud rock and roll music on her headphones, not paying much attention to what was going on.
Ryoko finally few impatient and kicked her again, causing her to spray the soda she was drinking all across the room.
"HOLY- GOD DAMMIT WOMAN, YOU SCARED THE LIVING..." she burst out, her eyes looking about ready to bust out of her head.
"Sorry Kome, but it's really pretty rude to listen to your music that loudly when we have a guest," Ryoko scolded.
"Yeah, this is supposed to be a slumber party! It's no fun if you listen to music by yourself the whole time," Momiji nodded.
Begrudgingly, Kome unplugged her headphones and shut off her tape player, glaring shiftily at the others. "Fine... Well then, if I'm going to be forced to take off my headphones, then I wanna hear some good old fashioned slumber party brand girly talk!"
"OOOH!" giggled the others.
"I wanna know who you all like, why you like 'em, any close encounters that may have come up, and all the dreams you've had about them!" Kome announced, counting off the points on her fingers.
Akiko giggled playfully. "Truth or Dare?"
"That comes later, when we've all had a lot of sugar digested into our systems," Matsu assured her.
"Ah..." Akiko nodded, a bit shyly. She turned to Momiji with a mischievous grin on her face. "So Momiji... Who is it that YOU like?"
Momiji turned as red as a tomato, and smiled softly. "Oh... well, I really like my boyfriend..."
The TAC women snickered and shook their heads.
The Kushinada let out a depressed sigh, and shook her head as well. "Well, I WISH he was my boyfriend. His name is Mamoru Kusanagi..."
The TAC women all giggled immaturely, and Akiko's eyes lit up. "Mamoru Kusanagi huh...? Let's see... Momiji Kusanagi... That sounds perfect!"
"AKIKO! I don't like him enough to... ah... MARRY him or anything!" Momiji scolded indignantly. "I just really, really have a crush on him, I suppose."
"WHY?" Kome gaped. "He's a big pervert and he has no sense of fashion! And he's always beating us to jobs!"
"I know... but he's so sweet," Momiji cooed. "And he's really handsome, and he saves my life all the time... And I just LOVE his mitamas."
The TAC women nodded appreciatively, but Akiko pulled a spit-take with her soda.
"Wh...what?" she murmured in shock. "His... mitamas?"
"Yeah. You know... His MITAMAS," Ryoko explained, making a downward gesture.
Akiko turned brilliant red. "Momiji! I never would have thought you'd like someone for a reason like that!"
"What's wrong with it?" Momiji asked, sounding a bit hurt. "His mitamas are so beautiful, the way they glisten in the sunlight when he takes off his coat."
"Mmm... I just love watching him when his mitamas are showing," Matsu sighed.
"And I have to admit, you wouldn't expect someone like him to have such big mitamas, either," Ryoko admitted.
Akiko played with the tap of her soda can nervously, smiling like she didn't know what to say. "Um..."
Kome piped up. "I like his mitamas too. They remind me of grenades... No, of bazookas. Anything that reminds me of a bazooka gets me hot and bothered."
Akiko was blushing furiously now... Exactly what had happened to Momiji to make her think like that?
"So... um... right..." she murmured.
"So how many does he have now?" asked Ryoko.
"Seven. To be perfect, he needs eight," Momiji explained.
"SEVEN!? I thought you only were supposed to have two!" Akiko gasped.
"Of course not. I've never heard of someone with only two!" Momiji giggled. "They either have one, seven, or eight... I think."
"That sounds about right. And boy, are all seven of them perfect in every way..." Matsu giggled.
"Last time he held me," Momiji breathed dreamily. "I could feel his mitamas moving... Like they were tingling to be near me."
Akiko burst out with disgust. "Oh my GOD."
"Yeah, isn't that weird?" Momiji gasped.
"Very weird! I wonder why his mitamas become so active when you're around, Momiji," Matsu pondered, her mind racing with research possibilities.
"Maybe it's cause he LIIIIKES YOU!" Ryoko giggled.
"I really hope so!" Momiji beamed. "I've dreamed of a man with mitamas like his ever since I was a little girl!"
"I have to admit, Momiji," Kome sighed, "There should really be more guys with big, fat mitamas like his."
"I agree fully," Matsu nodded. "If my husband had had mitamas like THAT, I tell you what, we wouldn't have gotten divorced."
"Yaegashi could definitely used a full set of mitamas," Kome snickered.
"And while Daitetsu is certainly good enough on his own," Ryoko began, "I would love it if he had some mitamas I could feel..."
Akiko had begun to resemble a large red radish sitting on the bed. "I can't believe what I'm hearing!"
"What's the matter Akiko? Haven't you ever seen mitamas?" asked Momiji.
"No! And I didn't intend to until I got married!" she gaped. "I can't believe what you've been saying, Momiji!"
Momiji raised her eyebrows. "Oh... I'm sorry... You feel left out, don't you? I'm really sorry... I didn't mean for you to feel bad."
Akiko looked hurt. "Well I do, Momiji... I can't believe you're like this now!"
"Oh dear... was it something we did?" asked Matsu with concern.
"Maybe we should SHOW HER some mitamas," Kome suggested, shrugging boorishly.
Akiko's eyes nearly burst out of her skull. "WHAT?!"
"That might make her feel better," Ryoko shrugged. "Momiji, where's Kusanagi now?"
"I'm not sure!" she said honestly. "But... now that I think about it... Akiko, you really would like his mitamas."
"Momiji!" Akiko gaped.
"When he's standing there in front of you in his TRUE form, with that beautifully sculpted frame of his and the sweat shining in the sun, his mitamas standing out in their full glory..." Momiji breathed. "Oh, he's so hot."
"Just seeing those shining, round, blue mitamas there, swelling up off of his body... Makes me think about him lying naked on my operating table... I have to go boil a test tube before I start thinking naughty thoughts," Matsu admitted.
"That greenish-whatever color is it hair drifting in the wind, and those mitamas shivering in the cold, burying into his skin..." Ryoko sighed.
"Yeah, even though I really like Yaegashi, I'd give anything to touch those mitamas," Kome snickered.
"Me too... I've never touched one!" Ryoko replied.
"I would just LOVE to touch one of his!" Matsu smiled. "They're so shiny and perfect..."
"I know you've said they really ache sometimes, Momiji, but OH, IT'S WORTH IT TO WATCH!" Ryoko beamed.
"Yeah, they cause him a lot of pain sometimes," Momiji sighed. "It makes me feel terrible for liking them so much when they're glowing and burning and he's rolling around on the ground screaming."
"He has VD!?" Akiko gasped.
The other turned to her confusedly.
"Who said that?" asked Kome. "They just burn sometimes, Momiji said."
"Yeah... Mine burns sometimes too," she admitted.
"WHAAAT?!" Akiko gasped. "Momiji! You... you have...?"
"Oh yeah. I have a mitama," Momiji smiled. "Just one... It was a terrible accident that left me with that one mitama..."
"You wanna see it?" asked Kome.
"DEAR GOD, NO!" Akiko shrieked. "Momiji, you're SICK!"
"What!?" she gasped. "Akiko, what do you mean?"
"You're all going on and on about some guy's... UGH, MITAMAS!" Akiko spat. "That's disgusting! I don't want to hear about that! And then Momiji, you're all going on about how you've got a mitama too! ICK! THAT'S GROSS! I don't know WHAT these freaks have done to you Momiji, but I can't stand to be here any longer! BYE!"
With that, she threw her things into her duffel bag and stomped out of the house in a fuming rage.
"What's HER problem?" gaped Kome.
"You'd think she never heard of a mitama before!" Matsu nodded.
"Sorry Momiji... We didn't mean to cause a fight between you and your friend," Ryoko sighed.
"Don't worry about it, Miss Takeuchi," Momiji said sadly. "I'll write her a letter or something... But I can't believe she was so upset about my mitama!"
She pulled down the front of her pajamas only slightly to reveal her own mitama, glowing pale blue and sending a warm feeling through her chest and into her body. "I mean... it's not that gross, is it?"
"No, of course not. It's very cute," Matsu assured her.
"If you had TWO mitamas, it'd be pretty gross, but just the one is fine," Kome told her. "Don't worry about whatever what's-her-name said."
"But I wonder why she got so upset..." Ryoko pondered.
Outside the window, Kusanagi was watching. He turned from inside Momiji's room to down the street, where Akiko was sitting at a bus stop and counting the change in her pocket to see if she could afford a ride home.
"Yeah, what's her problem?" he snorted.
"Some girls have NO taste in men."
~END!
Part Deux!
A/N: OH NO. NOT AGAIN! My sister has once again inspired me to whip out the ol' mitamas (snicker snicker). Enjoy.
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"It's great that you were finally able to come to Tokyo and meet all my new friends, Akiko!" Momiji smiled cheerfully, taking a sip out of a can of ceylon tea.
"Yeah, it's really nice of Mr. Kunikida to let me come over like this," Momiji's old school friend replied, filing her fingernails. "And it's been wonderful to meet all of your new friends."
"It's been a pleasure meeting you, too," Matsudaira beamed from her chair across the room. She was dressed in a pair of footy pajamas with test tubes all over them.
"Yes, any friend of Momiji's is a friend of ours," Ryoko added, nudging Kome in the foot.
She was listening to some very loud rock and roll music on her headphones, not paying much attention to what was going on.
Ryoko finally few impatient and kicked her again, causing her to spray the soda she was drinking all across the room.
"HOLY- GOD DAMMIT WOMAN, YOU SCARED THE LIVING..." she burst out, her eyes looking about ready to bust out of her head.
"Sorry Kome, but it's really pretty rude to listen to your music that loudly when we have a guest," Ryoko scolded.
"Yeah, this is supposed to be a slumber party! It's no fun if you listen to music by yourself the whole time," Momiji nodded.
Begrudgingly, Kome unplugged her headphones and shut off her tape player, glaring shiftily at the others. "Fine... Well then, if I'm going to be forced to take off my headphones, then I wanna hear some good old fashioned slumber party brand girly talk!"
"OOOH!" giggled the others.
"I wanna know who you all like, why you like 'em, any close encounters that may have come up, and all the dreams you've had about them!" Kome announced, counting off the points on her fingers.
Akiko giggled playfully. "Truth or Dare?"
"That comes later, when we've all had a lot of sugar digested into our systems," Matsu assured her.
"Ah..." Akiko nodded, a bit shyly. She turned to Momiji with a mischievous grin on her face. "So Momiji... Who is it that YOU like?"
Momiji turned as red as a tomato, and smiled softly. "Oh... well, I really like my boyfriend..."
The TAC women snickered and shook their heads.
The Kushinada let out a depressed sigh, and shook her head as well. "Well, I WISH he was my boyfriend. His name is Mamoru Kusanagi..."
The TAC women all giggled immaturely, and Akiko's eyes lit up. "Mamoru Kusanagi huh...? Let's see... Momiji Kusanagi... That sounds perfect!"
"AKIKO! I don't like him enough to... ah... MARRY him or anything!" Momiji scolded indignantly. "I just really, really have a crush on him, I suppose."
"WHY?" Kome gaped. "He's a big pervert and he has no sense of fashion! And he's always beating us to jobs!"
"I know... but he's so sweet," Momiji cooed. "And he's really handsome, and he saves my life all the time... And I just LOVE his mitamas."
The TAC women nodded appreciatively, but Akiko pulled a spit-take with her soda.
"Wh...what?" she murmured in shock. "His... mitamas?"
"Yeah. You know... His MITAMAS," Ryoko explained, making a downward gesture.
Akiko turned brilliant red. "Momiji! I never would have thought you'd like someone for a reason like that!"
"What's wrong with it?" Momiji asked, sounding a bit hurt. "His mitamas are so beautiful, the way they glisten in the sunlight when he takes off his coat."
"Mmm... I just love watching him when his mitamas are showing," Matsu sighed.
"And I have to admit, you wouldn't expect someone like him to have such big mitamas, either," Ryoko admitted.
Akiko played with the tap of her soda can nervously, smiling like she didn't know what to say. "Um..."
Kome piped up. "I like his mitamas too. They remind me of grenades... No, of bazookas. Anything that reminds me of a bazooka gets me hot and bothered."
Akiko was blushing furiously now... Exactly what had happened to Momiji to make her think like that?
"So... um... right..." she murmured.
"So how many does he have now?" asked Ryoko.
"Seven. To be perfect, he needs eight," Momiji explained.
"SEVEN!? I thought you only were supposed to have two!" Akiko gasped.
"Of course not. I've never heard of someone with only two!" Momiji giggled. "They either have one, seven, or eight... I think."
"That sounds about right. And boy, are all seven of them perfect in every way..." Matsu giggled.
"Last time he held me," Momiji breathed dreamily. "I could feel his mitamas moving... Like they were tingling to be near me."
Akiko burst out with disgust. "Oh my GOD."
"Yeah, isn't that weird?" Momiji gasped.
"Very weird! I wonder why his mitamas become so active when you're around, Momiji," Matsu pondered, her mind racing with research possibilities.
"Maybe it's cause he LIIIIKES YOU!" Ryoko giggled.
"I really hope so!" Momiji beamed. "I've dreamed of a man with mitamas like his ever since I was a little girl!"
"I have to admit, Momiji," Kome sighed, "There should really be more guys with big, fat mitamas like his."
"I agree fully," Matsu nodded. "If my husband had had mitamas like THAT, I tell you what, we wouldn't have gotten divorced."
"Yaegashi could definitely used a full set of mitamas," Kome snickered.
"And while Daitetsu is certainly good enough on his own," Ryoko began, "I would love it if he had some mitamas I could feel..."
Akiko had begun to resemble a large red radish sitting on the bed. "I can't believe what I'm hearing!"
"What's the matter Akiko? Haven't you ever seen mitamas?" asked Momiji.
"No! And I didn't intend to until I got married!" she gaped. "I can't believe what you've been saying, Momiji!"
Momiji raised her eyebrows. "Oh... I'm sorry... You feel left out, don't you? I'm really sorry... I didn't mean for you to feel bad."
Akiko looked hurt. "Well I do, Momiji... I can't believe you're like this now!"
"Oh dear... was it something we did?" asked Matsu with concern.
"Maybe we should SHOW HER some mitamas," Kome suggested, shrugging boorishly.
Akiko's eyes nearly burst out of her skull. "WHAT?!"
"That might make her feel better," Ryoko shrugged. "Momiji, where's Kusanagi now?"
"I'm not sure!" she said honestly. "But... now that I think about it... Akiko, you really would like his mitamas."
"Momiji!" Akiko gaped.
"When he's standing there in front of you in his TRUE form, with that beautifully sculpted frame of his and the sweat shining in the sun, his mitamas standing out in their full glory..." Momiji breathed. "Oh, he's so hot."
"Just seeing those shining, round, blue mitamas there, swelling up off of his body... Makes me think about him lying naked on my operating table... I have to go boil a test tube before I start thinking naughty thoughts," Matsu admitted.
"That greenish-whatever color is it hair drifting in the wind, and those mitamas shivering in the cold, burying into his skin..." Ryoko sighed.
"Yeah, even though I really like Yaegashi, I'd give anything to touch those mitamas," Kome snickered.
"Me too... I've never touched one!" Ryoko replied.
"I would just LOVE to touch one of his!" Matsu smiled. "They're so shiny and perfect..."
"I know you've said they really ache sometimes, Momiji, but OH, IT'S WORTH IT TO WATCH!" Ryoko beamed.
"Yeah, they cause him a lot of pain sometimes," Momiji sighed. "It makes me feel terrible for liking them so much when they're glowing and burning and he's rolling around on the ground screaming."
"He has VD!?" Akiko gasped.
The other turned to her confusedly.
"Who said that?" asked Kome. "They just burn sometimes, Momiji said."
"Yeah... Mine burns sometimes too," she admitted.
"WHAAAT?!" Akiko gasped. "Momiji! You... you have...?"
"Oh yeah. I have a mitama," Momiji smiled. "Just one... It was a terrible accident that left me with that one mitama..."
"You wanna see it?" asked Kome.
"DEAR GOD, NO!" Akiko shrieked. "Momiji, you're SICK!"
"What!?" she gasped. "Akiko, what do you mean?"
"You're all going on and on about some guy's... UGH, MITAMAS!" Akiko spat. "That's disgusting! I don't want to hear about that! And then Momiji, you're all going on about how you've got a mitama too! ICK! THAT'S GROSS! I don't know WHAT these freaks have done to you Momiji, but I can't stand to be here any longer! BYE!"
With that, she threw her things into her duffel bag and stomped out of the house in a fuming rage.
"What's HER problem?" gaped Kome.
"You'd think she never heard of a mitama before!" Matsu nodded.
"Sorry Momiji... We didn't mean to cause a fight between you and your friend," Ryoko sighed.
"Don't worry about it, Miss Takeuchi," Momiji said sadly. "I'll write her a letter or something... But I can't believe she was so upset about my mitama!"
She pulled down the front of her pajamas only slightly to reveal her own mitama, glowing pale blue and sending a warm feeling through her chest and into her body. "I mean... it's not that gross, is it?"
"No, of course not. It's very cute," Matsu assured her.
"If you had TWO mitamas, it'd be pretty gross, but just the one is fine," Kome told her. "Don't worry about whatever what's-her-name said."
"But I wonder why she got so upset..." Ryoko pondered.
Outside the window, Kusanagi was watching. He turned from inside Momiji's room to down the street, where Akiko was sitting at a bus stop and counting the change in her pocket to see if she could afford a ride home.
"Yeah, what's her problem?" he snorted.
"Some girls have NO taste in men."
~END!
