Mabudachi Trio Prank Files.1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Furuba characters. They are owned by whoever made them.
Note: ''- thoughts ""-speech The trio are all 17 in this fic and as you may well know Hatori's eye isn't blind yet. Some of the other Soumas may pit in an appearance.
*** "AYA!", Shigure said with a wistful look on his face.
"GURE-SAN!", Ayame said as he spread his arms wide and flew towards Shigure.
Just before their arms enveloped each other they stopped.
"YOSH!!!", they both exclaimed, thumbs up, maniacal grin and shining star eyes.
Hatori sweat-dropped.
"That was good wasn't it , Gure-san?", the silver haired teen said, striking a pose.
Shigure smiled like a lunatic, " Hai. What do you think, Ha-san?"
The emerald eyed teen ignored them and continued reading, pretending that Ayame Souma and Shigure Souma did not exist.
"Ne? Ne, Tori-san?", Ayame said as he sat on Hatori's desk, effectively blocking the light from the window.
Hatori looked up at Ayame with his soul-searing emerald eyes, " Ayame." And with that he swept Ayame off his desk, resulting in Ayame being dumped rather unceremoniously on the floor.
Ayame got up and whined, " Hidoi yo, Tori-san!"
"There, there.", Shigure said consolingly as he patted Ayame on the back.
Again, Hatori pretended that they did not exist and often wished that it were true.
Shigure maneuvered a nearby chair so that it faced Hatori's and sat down almost dejectedly.
"What is it, Gure-san?", Ayame asked a little worried.
Hatori raised an eyebrow but did not look up.
Shigure sighed, "I'm bored."
Hatori's blood ran cold.
A bored Shigure was a dangerous Shigure.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Gure-san's bored!," Ayame said excitedly, "This is going to be fun!"
Hatori felt a chill of apprehension creep down his spine.
*** "Pail?"
"Check."
"Water?"
"Check."
"Ice?"
"Check."
"String?"
"Check."
"Food coloring?"
"Check. But which one should we use?", Ayame asked, holding up 5 packets in each hand.
Shigure pondered the difficult question, "What to chose? What to chose?....."
"Why don't you just use them all?", Hatori suggested sarcastically from the back of the room, where he was keeping away from the homicidal maniacs who had managed to drag him along. Again.
"GOOD IDEA, HA-SAN!!!", Shigure exclaimed, " We'll do just that."
As Shigure and Ayame went about setting up their prank, Hatori sweat- dropped, "Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" "You said something, Tori-san?", Ayame asked as he went past Hatori to get the coiled string.
"No."
*** CREAK...
...SPLASH...
...SHREIK...
...SCREAM, " SOUMA!!!"
Ayame and Shigure rolled on the floor laughing like mad as a shivering, soaking wet, multi-colored creature also known as their classmate, Fukuda Yamaguchi, stepped into the room, glaring at our two misfits.
"Souma," Fukuda addressed threateningly, " prepare to meet your doom."
As Fukuda stalked towards them, Ayame and Shigure straightened up while Hatori merely sat in his chair, watching them disinterestedly.
"What can we do for you, Yamaguchi-san?", Shigure asked inquiringly.
"What happened to you?", Ayame said innocently, "Honestly, Yamaguchi, I never knew how you loved color so much."
Their classmates snorted in laughter.
Fukuda glared menacingly at them, "Don't even think about getting away with this, Souma! You may be president but this is unforgivable!"
Shigure looked coolly at Fukuda, "Oh, don't worry, Yamaguchi-san. We're not going anywhere. In fact, we'll stay right here because we love you so much. Right, Aya?"
"Hai! Hai! And...", Ayame circled Fukuda as though inspecting for any missed dust spots, "You really do look good with your new look. You should tone down the colors, though."
Students sniggered with laughter.
Fukuda flared with anger, "Why you..." He swung at Ayame, who stood stock still, but a hand shot up, catching his fist an inch from Ayame's face.
Fukuda looked in anger at the one who dared interfere. He glanced around and saw...Hatori, who stared impassively back at him.
"H-Hatori-san," Fukuda muttered nervously, "I-I...I didn't..."
Hatori said nothing but merely stared at Fukuda, who looked away immediately as though Hatori's gaze burned him.
'Man,' Fukuda thought, 'those eyes are scary.'
He dropped his hand but continued to glare at the trio(well, two actually, since he's afraid of Hatori), "This is war." He turned on his heel and left the room, banging the door shut.
Shigure chuckled, setting off the whole room into fits of laughter.
Ayame jumped up and down all the while singing, "Hatori loves me! This is gonna be fun! Hatori loves me! This is gonna be fun!"
A vein popped in Hatori's forehead, "Ayame."
Ayame immediately ceased his jumping and singing.
Hatori pointed to the chair in front of him.
"Ok." Ayame sat down.
Shigure draped an arm around Hatori's shoulder, all the while smirking like a perverted maniac, "A prank war. Isn't this great, Ha-san?"
Hatori prayed to any god that was listening to spare him from the coming apocalypse.
*** Note: The next chapter may take a while to be uploaded since I haven't finished it yet. Review please and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Furuba characters. They are owned by whoever made them.
Note: ''- thoughts ""-speech The trio are all 17 in this fic and as you may well know Hatori's eye isn't blind yet. Some of the other Soumas may pit in an appearance.
*** "AYA!", Shigure said with a wistful look on his face.
"GURE-SAN!", Ayame said as he spread his arms wide and flew towards Shigure.
Just before their arms enveloped each other they stopped.
"YOSH!!!", they both exclaimed, thumbs up, maniacal grin and shining star eyes.
Hatori sweat-dropped.
"That was good wasn't it , Gure-san?", the silver haired teen said, striking a pose.
Shigure smiled like a lunatic, " Hai. What do you think, Ha-san?"
The emerald eyed teen ignored them and continued reading, pretending that Ayame Souma and Shigure Souma did not exist.
"Ne? Ne, Tori-san?", Ayame said as he sat on Hatori's desk, effectively blocking the light from the window.
Hatori looked up at Ayame with his soul-searing emerald eyes, " Ayame." And with that he swept Ayame off his desk, resulting in Ayame being dumped rather unceremoniously on the floor.
Ayame got up and whined, " Hidoi yo, Tori-san!"
"There, there.", Shigure said consolingly as he patted Ayame on the back.
Again, Hatori pretended that they did not exist and often wished that it were true.
Shigure maneuvered a nearby chair so that it faced Hatori's and sat down almost dejectedly.
"What is it, Gure-san?", Ayame asked a little worried.
Hatori raised an eyebrow but did not look up.
Shigure sighed, "I'm bored."
Hatori's blood ran cold.
A bored Shigure was a dangerous Shigure.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Gure-san's bored!," Ayame said excitedly, "This is going to be fun!"
Hatori felt a chill of apprehension creep down his spine.
*** "Pail?"
"Check."
"Water?"
"Check."
"Ice?"
"Check."
"String?"
"Check."
"Food coloring?"
"Check. But which one should we use?", Ayame asked, holding up 5 packets in each hand.
Shigure pondered the difficult question, "What to chose? What to chose?....."
"Why don't you just use them all?", Hatori suggested sarcastically from the back of the room, where he was keeping away from the homicidal maniacs who had managed to drag him along. Again.
"GOOD IDEA, HA-SAN!!!", Shigure exclaimed, " We'll do just that."
As Shigure and Ayame went about setting up their prank, Hatori sweat- dropped, "Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" "You said something, Tori-san?", Ayame asked as he went past Hatori to get the coiled string.
"No."
*** CREAK...
...SPLASH...
...SHREIK...
...SCREAM, " SOUMA!!!"
Ayame and Shigure rolled on the floor laughing like mad as a shivering, soaking wet, multi-colored creature also known as their classmate, Fukuda Yamaguchi, stepped into the room, glaring at our two misfits.
"Souma," Fukuda addressed threateningly, " prepare to meet your doom."
As Fukuda stalked towards them, Ayame and Shigure straightened up while Hatori merely sat in his chair, watching them disinterestedly.
"What can we do for you, Yamaguchi-san?", Shigure asked inquiringly.
"What happened to you?", Ayame said innocently, "Honestly, Yamaguchi, I never knew how you loved color so much."
Their classmates snorted in laughter.
Fukuda glared menacingly at them, "Don't even think about getting away with this, Souma! You may be president but this is unforgivable!"
Shigure looked coolly at Fukuda, "Oh, don't worry, Yamaguchi-san. We're not going anywhere. In fact, we'll stay right here because we love you so much. Right, Aya?"
"Hai! Hai! And...", Ayame circled Fukuda as though inspecting for any missed dust spots, "You really do look good with your new look. You should tone down the colors, though."
Students sniggered with laughter.
Fukuda flared with anger, "Why you..." He swung at Ayame, who stood stock still, but a hand shot up, catching his fist an inch from Ayame's face.
Fukuda looked in anger at the one who dared interfere. He glanced around and saw...Hatori, who stared impassively back at him.
"H-Hatori-san," Fukuda muttered nervously, "I-I...I didn't..."
Hatori said nothing but merely stared at Fukuda, who looked away immediately as though Hatori's gaze burned him.
'Man,' Fukuda thought, 'those eyes are scary.'
He dropped his hand but continued to glare at the trio(well, two actually, since he's afraid of Hatori), "This is war." He turned on his heel and left the room, banging the door shut.
Shigure chuckled, setting off the whole room into fits of laughter.
Ayame jumped up and down all the while singing, "Hatori loves me! This is gonna be fun! Hatori loves me! This is gonna be fun!"
A vein popped in Hatori's forehead, "Ayame."
Ayame immediately ceased his jumping and singing.
Hatori pointed to the chair in front of him.
"Ok." Ayame sat down.
Shigure draped an arm around Hatori's shoulder, all the while smirking like a perverted maniac, "A prank war. Isn't this great, Ha-san?"
Hatori prayed to any god that was listening to spare him from the coming apocalypse.
*** Note: The next chapter may take a while to be uploaded since I haven't finished it yet. Review please and tell me what you think.