Disclaimer: Okay, we all know that I don't own Otogi or Honda or any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, right? Good. Now...
A/N: Okay, this is a starter idea for a Otogi fic contest thing that Kitzaku is holding. I'm not saying I'm going to enter the finished product, just saying that her contest gave me an excuse to write a whole bunch of Hontogi crap and fluff and etc. ANYWAYS! This is just an idea, if you like it and you think I should continue, then please REVIEW. Arigatai!
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"Dammit Otogi, I don't want to argue with you!"
"Then don't!" Otogi glared across the apartment at a very pissy Honda.
Ever since they'd moved in together, they'd constantly gotten into arguments. And now they seemed to occur regularly, and over the smallest, stupidest things. Like hair gel. Or how long Otogi spent in the bathroom every morning. Or how Honda almost burned their apartment down every time he tried to cook. Which was the reason behind the current argument. Quite frankly, Honda was beginning to get fed up with Otogi and his petty moodiness. And Otogi was, quite frankly, getting fed up with Honda and all his stupid little comments and thoughtlessness.
But hey, at least the sex was great. Right?
"Well maybe if you didn't bitch so much, I wouldn't have to argue with you!" Honda raged, then muttered audibly, "Damn woman."
"I AM NOT A FUCKING WOMAN, YOU EGOTISTIC BASTARD!"
"I never said you were, Otogi dear," Honda sent a sweet smile in Otogi's direction.
"Oh, no you don't. Wipe that look off of your sexy face, because it's not going to work this time, Honda. It's not."
Otogi closed his eyes and turned his back on Honda, storming down the short hallway to their bedroom and slamming the door shut, hoping that the dense brunette on the other side of that door would click that he'd just ended their argument.
Of course, that was just wishful thinking, because said dense brunette threw the door open moments later and stomped into the bedroom.
"I told you I didn't want to argue with you," He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well maybe if you didn't try to kill us-"
"I DIDN'T! I was trying to make you dinner," Honda fumed, "It was supposed to be special!"
"Then maybe you should learn to cook!" Otogi spat. Honda's face took on a hurt look, before his face burned with anger again.
"Well maybe we should just break up!"
Otogi blinked.
"FINE!"
And with that, the shorter pushed past Honda and stomped out of the apartment, yelling, "Who needs you, anyway!" Over his shoulder.
A/N: Okay, this is a starter idea for a Otogi fic contest thing that Kitzaku is holding. I'm not saying I'm going to enter the finished product, just saying that her contest gave me an excuse to write a whole bunch of Hontogi crap and fluff and etc. ANYWAYS! This is just an idea, if you like it and you think I should continue, then please REVIEW. Arigatai!
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"Dammit Otogi, I don't want to argue with you!"
"Then don't!" Otogi glared across the apartment at a very pissy Honda.
Ever since they'd moved in together, they'd constantly gotten into arguments. And now they seemed to occur regularly, and over the smallest, stupidest things. Like hair gel. Or how long Otogi spent in the bathroom every morning. Or how Honda almost burned their apartment down every time he tried to cook. Which was the reason behind the current argument. Quite frankly, Honda was beginning to get fed up with Otogi and his petty moodiness. And Otogi was, quite frankly, getting fed up with Honda and all his stupid little comments and thoughtlessness.
But hey, at least the sex was great. Right?
"Well maybe if you didn't bitch so much, I wouldn't have to argue with you!" Honda raged, then muttered audibly, "Damn woman."
"I AM NOT A FUCKING WOMAN, YOU EGOTISTIC BASTARD!"
"I never said you were, Otogi dear," Honda sent a sweet smile in Otogi's direction.
"Oh, no you don't. Wipe that look off of your sexy face, because it's not going to work this time, Honda. It's not."
Otogi closed his eyes and turned his back on Honda, storming down the short hallway to their bedroom and slamming the door shut, hoping that the dense brunette on the other side of that door would click that he'd just ended their argument.
Of course, that was just wishful thinking, because said dense brunette threw the door open moments later and stomped into the bedroom.
"I told you I didn't want to argue with you," He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well maybe if you didn't try to kill us-"
"I DIDN'T! I was trying to make you dinner," Honda fumed, "It was supposed to be special!"
"Then maybe you should learn to cook!" Otogi spat. Honda's face took on a hurt look, before his face burned with anger again.
"Well maybe we should just break up!"
Otogi blinked.
"FINE!"
And with that, the shorter pushed past Honda and stomped out of the apartment, yelling, "Who needs you, anyway!" Over his shoulder.