Anything?
By Mawee-no-baka
A/N ^_^; This had to be written. ^_^ IT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!!! Inspired by boredom and (you guessed it) chocolate. It had almonds in it. How fun. Anyway, I wanted to write a ficcy with Mit-chan in it because she's hardly in 'em, y'know? And yet she's so cool!!! *huggles Mit-chan* Anywho, R&R s'il vous plait ^_^ (don't own 'em, wish I did, but don't)
Mit-chan straightened her posture, faltering slightly in front of her merciless tormentor, and said in a voice rimmed with false hope,
"The deadline is after tomorrow."
Shigure bobbed his head, perfectly happy, and scoured his room for dirty socks. They were gathered in a huge pile in his arms and the short-haired woman wrinkled her nose slightly, amazed that one could possibly even /own/ so many socks.
"Are you almost done the manuscript?" she asked slowly, not relishing the fact that he had evaded her former remark. That was never a good sign.
Shigure grinned obnoxiously, a tiny sweatdrop appearing at the back of his head. "Anou."
"?"
"I haven't started it yet!" he cried in a hyperbolic confession. There was a moment of silence.
"Oh, good! You. You.." her smile converted to a nervous chortle, before disappearing altogether and leaving an expression of. Well, the dictionary hasn't seemed to have come up with a word of that magnitude yet. The colour drained from her face. "/NAN DA YO!?!?!?/"
Shigure beamed. "Ayop!"
". . ."
"Ne. . . Daijoubu, Mit-chan?"
". . ."
"Oi! Oi, daijoubu desu ka, Mit-chan?"
". . ."
"HEE! Mit-chan, want a kiss?"
". . ."
"Oi. . ."
"Sensei." interrupted Mit-chan, her voice quiet, shaky and eerie. Surprisingly, she hadn't gone into hysterics. (yet.) Shigure inwardly scolded himself. ~I'm losing my touch! I'll have to try harder. . .~
". . .Hai?"
"Start writing." She commanded, monotonous, calm, surpressed and totally unlike her usual sweet, expressive voice. In a word, she sounded just plain /FREAKY/.
"No, no no! I have to wash my socks first!"
So, that was it. He put his socks before his job. And her job! Mit-chan glared.
"Your socks can wait." She mumbled.
"Noooooo, they can't~!" he whined, shrugging them the dirty socks in his arms. "Look at them! They're all sad! They're saying 'Wash me! I'm dirty! Wash meeeeeee!'" he put on a cringe-inducing, high-pitched voice and his editor narrowed her hazel eyes at him, shooting little daggers from them. He ignored her.
"What plot are you thinking of?" demanded Mit-chan, trying to ignore his imitations of a dirty sock.
Shigure was /still/ talking. "And then I have to. . ."
"SENSEI!"
"Ehh?"
"What storyline are you using? You must have one."
Shigure smiled shakily, almost frightened. Well, /almost/. He still had the upper hand with Mit-chan. HEE! The power was delicious. "Anou. . ."
"Wellll?" she stretched out the word, increasing Shigure's discomfort.
"I haven't thought of any yet~!!!"
Mit-chan's eyes went wide and she actually fell from her chair, colliding against the hardwood floor with a thump. Shigure peeked over the side of the oak table, sweatdropping as his eyes met her sprawled form.
Poor Mit-chan picked herself up and crawled over to Shigure on her hands and kneese, losing her threatening façade all at once, and begged at his bare feet, which were sockless too since all his socks were dirty and cradled lovingly in his arms as if they were his most precious possession. For his convenience at the moment, come to think of it, they probably /WERE/.
"Please, start writing! I'll lose my job!" she begged pathetically at his feet, bowing on her hands and knees and simpering up to him, making him grin evilly like the wicked man he was, despite the fact that perhaps, deep down, just a little, teeny weeny bit, he felt guilty. But that wasn't gonna stop him. ~Perhaps I've still got it. . .~
"But my socks!" Shigure pouted in an insufferable way that would make anyone's eye twitch. "Are you expecting me to just abandon all my precious socks?"
The poor woman trembled at his feet and looked pitifully up at him with huge, pleading puppy eyes that shone with tears. Shigure winced. That move had always prodded his weakness. "Please!!!" cried Mit-chan. "I'll do anything! Anything!!!"
That caught Shigure's attention. That definitely caught his attention. There was a moment of silence, and Mit-chan gazed hopefully up into Shigure's dark slate gray eyes, faintly divining why that sly, lopsided grin was spreading slowly across his face.
Shigure's eyes flashed pervertedly. ". . . Anything?"
Mit-chan paled.
By Mawee-no-baka
A/N ^_^; This had to be written. ^_^ IT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!!! Inspired by boredom and (you guessed it) chocolate. It had almonds in it. How fun. Anyway, I wanted to write a ficcy with Mit-chan in it because she's hardly in 'em, y'know? And yet she's so cool!!! *huggles Mit-chan* Anywho, R&R s'il vous plait ^_^ (don't own 'em, wish I did, but don't)
Mit-chan straightened her posture, faltering slightly in front of her merciless tormentor, and said in a voice rimmed with false hope,
"The deadline is after tomorrow."
Shigure bobbed his head, perfectly happy, and scoured his room for dirty socks. They were gathered in a huge pile in his arms and the short-haired woman wrinkled her nose slightly, amazed that one could possibly even /own/ so many socks.
"Are you almost done the manuscript?" she asked slowly, not relishing the fact that he had evaded her former remark. That was never a good sign.
Shigure grinned obnoxiously, a tiny sweatdrop appearing at the back of his head. "Anou."
"?"
"I haven't started it yet!" he cried in a hyperbolic confession. There was a moment of silence.
"Oh, good! You. You.." her smile converted to a nervous chortle, before disappearing altogether and leaving an expression of. Well, the dictionary hasn't seemed to have come up with a word of that magnitude yet. The colour drained from her face. "/NAN DA YO!?!?!?/"
Shigure beamed. "Ayop!"
". . ."
"Ne. . . Daijoubu, Mit-chan?"
". . ."
"Oi! Oi, daijoubu desu ka, Mit-chan?"
". . ."
"HEE! Mit-chan, want a kiss?"
". . ."
"Oi. . ."
"Sensei." interrupted Mit-chan, her voice quiet, shaky and eerie. Surprisingly, she hadn't gone into hysterics. (yet.) Shigure inwardly scolded himself. ~I'm losing my touch! I'll have to try harder. . .~
". . .Hai?"
"Start writing." She commanded, monotonous, calm, surpressed and totally unlike her usual sweet, expressive voice. In a word, she sounded just plain /FREAKY/.
"No, no no! I have to wash my socks first!"
So, that was it. He put his socks before his job. And her job! Mit-chan glared.
"Your socks can wait." She mumbled.
"Noooooo, they can't~!" he whined, shrugging them the dirty socks in his arms. "Look at them! They're all sad! They're saying 'Wash me! I'm dirty! Wash meeeeeee!'" he put on a cringe-inducing, high-pitched voice and his editor narrowed her hazel eyes at him, shooting little daggers from them. He ignored her.
"What plot are you thinking of?" demanded Mit-chan, trying to ignore his imitations of a dirty sock.
Shigure was /still/ talking. "And then I have to. . ."
"SENSEI!"
"Ehh?"
"What storyline are you using? You must have one."
Shigure smiled shakily, almost frightened. Well, /almost/. He still had the upper hand with Mit-chan. HEE! The power was delicious. "Anou. . ."
"Wellll?" she stretched out the word, increasing Shigure's discomfort.
"I haven't thought of any yet~!!!"
Mit-chan's eyes went wide and she actually fell from her chair, colliding against the hardwood floor with a thump. Shigure peeked over the side of the oak table, sweatdropping as his eyes met her sprawled form.
Poor Mit-chan picked herself up and crawled over to Shigure on her hands and kneese, losing her threatening façade all at once, and begged at his bare feet, which were sockless too since all his socks were dirty and cradled lovingly in his arms as if they were his most precious possession. For his convenience at the moment, come to think of it, they probably /WERE/.
"Please, start writing! I'll lose my job!" she begged pathetically at his feet, bowing on her hands and knees and simpering up to him, making him grin evilly like the wicked man he was, despite the fact that perhaps, deep down, just a little, teeny weeny bit, he felt guilty. But that wasn't gonna stop him. ~Perhaps I've still got it. . .~
"But my socks!" Shigure pouted in an insufferable way that would make anyone's eye twitch. "Are you expecting me to just abandon all my precious socks?"
The poor woman trembled at his feet and looked pitifully up at him with huge, pleading puppy eyes that shone with tears. Shigure winced. That move had always prodded his weakness. "Please!!!" cried Mit-chan. "I'll do anything! Anything!!!"
That caught Shigure's attention. That definitely caught his attention. There was a moment of silence, and Mit-chan gazed hopefully up into Shigure's dark slate gray eyes, faintly divining why that sly, lopsided grin was spreading slowly across his face.
Shigure's eyes flashed pervertedly. ". . . Anything?"
Mit-chan paled.
