A/N: Yeah, I know it was supposed to be a oneshot. You seemed to want me to
continue it though, so here's chapter 2! And since I feel sorry for those
S/M fic hunters out there, yes, this WILL eventually turn out Shigure/Mit-
chan. That's right. Aren't I such a nice person? ^_^
Mit-chan sat, nearly asleep, at her barren desk, head propped up on her hand. She had, since the /incident/ regained her composure, and was no longer the trembling pathetic mess that Shigure turned her into. But, as always after a visit to Shigure's house, she was unbelievably exhausted.
~Ugh.~ she thought to herself , staring boredly out at her boring, terribly organized surroundings through half-closed eyes. That same green fern hanging from that same corner in that same ceiling. The same computer at that same angle on that same desk in front of that same chair.
It was disgusting.
Upset and more than a little annoyed, she spontaneously threw a pencil harshly across the painfully tidy room. It hit the wall with a small sound, and left a very visible grey mark against the eye-aching white. It broke as it collided with the wall, and fell sadly to the carpet in two pieces. Mit- chan didn't care. She'd never liked that particular pencil anyways, it always broke and never sharpened the right way. What a stupid pencil.
She groaned for no apparent reason and let her head fall to the hard wooden surface of her desk with a soft, hard thunk.
She was sitting here again, in her wearing-down old office-chair after rashly leaving Shigure's house. . .
Anything, a word she would never use again.
Her hand still stung from when she had slapped him. It had felt so good, to feel her hand connect with his face with a sharp sound. He had been surprised, but hardly hurt, and Mit-chan had stormed off, pausing only to glance at the stunned expression on his face, a red, hand-shaped welt appearing on his cheek. She knew that she wasn't known to hit people when she was angry. But he had /really/ pissed her off.
But now, in her boring, dull, quiet office, where she found a moment of silence in which to hear herself think, she felt guilty about hitting him. He had only been playing a game, right? After all, he was a man, and. . . well, she couldn't expect him to be entirely decent all the time.
~He deserved it.~ she thought rashly, trying to turn her thoughts. She wouldn't feel sorry for him, not after everything he'd put her through. ~He tried to take advantage of me, he really deserved it. . .~
Her hand moved to the phone. She would call him and apologize, and that would probably make her feel a little better.
~No!~ her mind shouted. ~You're still angry at him, remember? If you phone him he'll probably go on being a pervert! Let it be for awhile, at least a day or two!~
Mit-chan slowly pulled her hand away and agreed with her hindbrain. ~Yeah, that's probably right... He's probably still in one of his ecchi moods, and besides, I don't need to apologize, he deserved it. ~
Didn't he?
A/N: Augh, that sucked _ I guess this one wasn't really supposed to be funny, I just wanted to summarize what happened /after/ Shigure's little request ^_^;;; The next one'll be better, and longer, I promise ^_^
Mit-chan sat, nearly asleep, at her barren desk, head propped up on her hand. She had, since the /incident/ regained her composure, and was no longer the trembling pathetic mess that Shigure turned her into. But, as always after a visit to Shigure's house, she was unbelievably exhausted.
~Ugh.~ she thought to herself , staring boredly out at her boring, terribly organized surroundings through half-closed eyes. That same green fern hanging from that same corner in that same ceiling. The same computer at that same angle on that same desk in front of that same chair.
It was disgusting.
Upset and more than a little annoyed, she spontaneously threw a pencil harshly across the painfully tidy room. It hit the wall with a small sound, and left a very visible grey mark against the eye-aching white. It broke as it collided with the wall, and fell sadly to the carpet in two pieces. Mit- chan didn't care. She'd never liked that particular pencil anyways, it always broke and never sharpened the right way. What a stupid pencil.
She groaned for no apparent reason and let her head fall to the hard wooden surface of her desk with a soft, hard thunk.
She was sitting here again, in her wearing-down old office-chair after rashly leaving Shigure's house. . .
Anything, a word she would never use again.
Her hand still stung from when she had slapped him. It had felt so good, to feel her hand connect with his face with a sharp sound. He had been surprised, but hardly hurt, and Mit-chan had stormed off, pausing only to glance at the stunned expression on his face, a red, hand-shaped welt appearing on his cheek. She knew that she wasn't known to hit people when she was angry. But he had /really/ pissed her off.
But now, in her boring, dull, quiet office, where she found a moment of silence in which to hear herself think, she felt guilty about hitting him. He had only been playing a game, right? After all, he was a man, and. . . well, she couldn't expect him to be entirely decent all the time.
~He deserved it.~ she thought rashly, trying to turn her thoughts. She wouldn't feel sorry for him, not after everything he'd put her through. ~He tried to take advantage of me, he really deserved it. . .~
Her hand moved to the phone. She would call him and apologize, and that would probably make her feel a little better.
~No!~ her mind shouted. ~You're still angry at him, remember? If you phone him he'll probably go on being a pervert! Let it be for awhile, at least a day or two!~
Mit-chan slowly pulled her hand away and agreed with her hindbrain. ~Yeah, that's probably right... He's probably still in one of his ecchi moods, and besides, I don't need to apologize, he deserved it. ~
Didn't he?
A/N: Augh, that sucked _ I guess this one wasn't really supposed to be funny, I just wanted to summarize what happened /after/ Shigure's little request ^_^;;; The next one'll be better, and longer, I promise ^_^
