Sorry for the extremely long wait. I have school and more stories than I can't keep track of.. no, not only the ones I've posted.. I have a few I haven't posted because I'm not sure about where they're going.. Anyway.. here you go.. ::Yawn:: I'm tired.

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Coffee, Jokes, and Sakaki's Death

Robin came in late at night when only Michael was in and set the coffee on the self. The self tipped, having not been fixed yet, and the coffee started to slid toward the open window. Robin quickly grabbed it and forced the self into place and tried again, it tilted, slipped, she grabbed and repeated. Now she was fixated that it wasn't going to work and looked around. She went to the refrigerator and opened it.

No.. cold coffee.. you don't put coffee in a fridge. She closed it and looked around. Cupboard? Full to the brim and when she tried squeezing it in there, 3 things fell out with it. Soda fridge. No. Also packed full, and cold. To also note the fact that when she opened it, soda cans attacked her. She shoved the cans back in and quickly shut the door.

This was harder than she thought. She gazed around again and spotted a spot on the counter and went to set it down, but noticed a beetle crawl across it, then noticed it was soapy and had dried food on it. It needed to be cleaned. She tried setting it on the coffee table, but what if someone came in before her, saw it, and drank it before she got in!? She ran around the room in a frantic worry. Then she spotted a blank shelf and set it there. She turned around quite happy, and walked away. As she began to leave the kitchen area, the shelf tipped and the coffee went out the window. Robin realized too late what shelf she had set it on and could not save her precious coffee.

"No.." she cried softly as she leaned to the window and looked at her coffee far below, open and everywhere. "No coffee." Michael's voice drifted over in the cartoon-ish voice he'd used earlier. Robin seemed enraged. She glared at him and he cringed. He really didn't feel like being set on fire. "COFFEE!" Robin shouted in Michael's face. He shrieked like a little girl with a pink balloon and blueberry lollipop in hand.

Robin growled loudly and stomped out again to buy even MORE coffee. Michael sweat dropped and tossed the balloon and lollipop away. He remembered how much he loved blueberry lollipops and ran back to the trash can and spotted it down there with a piece of his bubblegum on it and a piece of paper from The Chief on it. He grinned and pulled it out. He stared at it, pulled the gum and paper off, and licked it once before finding it wasn't blueberry but blue raspberry. He chucked it again. Then he yawned and went back to bed, still not noticing the rim of his shirt was sizzling.

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The next morning, Amon walked in and stared at Michael. He was wearing the same shirt from last night. Amon raised and eyebrow but cast it aside and went to the conference room. Too many strange things had happened in the last few days. He didn't even want to think about it.

He didn't know Dojima was already there. The slacker wanted revenge for her makeup. Ya.. And for Renee. Amon sat down on the comfy chair and a fart rang out. Michael ran in and stared wildly at Amon. The hunter stood up melancholy and turned to the seat. He picked up the camouflaged black cushion and threw it at Michael. Then he walked to the back of the room and grabbed Dojima by the neck. She cringed.

"It wasn't me!" She screamed. Amon put his hand in her purse and took out a lipstick case. Followed by a compact, a razor, mascara, and ... an ink bottle? Apparently Amon knew it was there because he pinned Dojima to the wall by her neck and opened it.

"No! No!!!!!!" Dojima squealed. "Ink doesn't come off clothing for days! Not to mention I can't walk around with ink on my face all day!" But Amon was already camouflaging her face the same color of the cushion.

"Oh I get it.." Michael said, tossing the cushion in the trash. "That's how you knew she had it! The cushion was black!" He laughed. Until Amon threw the ink brush at him and got his face covered too. Dojima giggled from her spot by the wall. Amon had let her go.

Michael growled. He walked up to Dojima and slapped her. "This is your fault!" He yelled. "No it's your fault! You're the one you had to come out and talk!" Dojima yelled back, slapping him too. Amon spoke. "No.. It's his fault for not telling me you were here and then your fault for putting that horrid object, that should never have been made, on my seat." The two stood there and watched him walk away. "And Michael.." Amon added.

"Ya?" "Never mind.. I'm sure Karasuma will tell you." Amon grinned evilly and sat on the couch.

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Robin came in before Karasuma and sat by Amon. Amon kept glancing at her due to her act of singing the day before and he still didn't quiet believe that he'd heard it.

Karasuma came in moments before Sakaki.

"Wow Ms. Karasuma.. I'm surprised you were so late.. You had to come in with me!" Sakaki laughed. He received a punch in the face from Karasuma. "Hey.. Ow.. why does everyone want to hurt me!" He complained as he sat at his seat in the conference room.

Karasuma walked up to Dojima and gave her a towel. "What? Is it going to rain?" Michael asked. This time he got slapped. "Geeze.. you girls.." he stopped there when all three women glared at him. "Okay.. okay.. just kidding.." he sweat dropped and quickly went back to his computer.

"Thanks Karasuma.." Dojima smiled and rocked the towel. Amon blinked and stared at it.. he stared and stared... and.. WHY EVERY CHAPTER! (clears throat) well.. anyway.. Amon blinked again and realized just what that was.

"It's here.. in the office? Again?" Amon asked with slight nervousness again.. Would Robin have to sing again? Part of him hoped so.. the other part dreaded it... Why? (shrug) Who knows.

"Yes. And don't go throwing her in the air again!" Dojima lowered her voice so the baby wouldn't wake up. Amon groaned.

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Later on, Sakaki was going to sit on the couch and didn't know that Renee was on it. He sat down next to her and it woke her up. The baby screeched and wailed and cried and Sakaki didn't know what was wrong!

"Ssshh.. Ssshh... Ah come on.. SSsshhHH.. Please.. What? What is it?! Please don't cry.. Ah man! Dojima's gonna.."

"SAKAKI! What Did You Do!?" Dojima glared down on the rookie. "Nothing! I swear!" Sakaki said, jumping up. This only caused the baby to cry harder and Dojima beat Sakaki so hard he made a dent in the wall. He hit the floor and didn't move..

Robin ran over and picked up the baby. Amon braced for it. He listened for it.. but he didn't hear it.. The baby shut up.. but why? Robin wasn't singing.

Robin was feeding her. Feeding? How did she know it was hungry? As though answering his question, Dojima smiled and said "Robin's Maternal Instincts To The Rescue Again!" Amon flinched. Maternal instincts? 'Groan..'

Sakaki still wasn't moving from his now face down position on the floor. Dojima was getting worried. "S...Sakaki?" she asked. He didn't even seem to be moving by breathing.. Dojima ran over.. "S...Sakaki? Okay.. stop messing around. I mean it! Stop playing.." she rolled him over.

He wasn't breathing. "Sakaki!" Dojima listened for a heartbeat. She preformed CPR. After she put her mouth on Sakaki for the second time Sakaki's eyes blinked open, finally recovering from his state of shock. He noticed Dojima was basically kissing him and kissed her. This woke Dojima up from her frantic stupor and she slapped him.

"You Jerk!" "What! You were the one kissing me!" "I was trying to get you to breathe!" "Well at least you care." Sakaki grinned like he had when he had been hanging off the outside wall. "Jerk.. All guys.. Are jerks!" Dojima growled as she got up and walked away from Sakaki.

Michael strode over and sat by Amon. "You ever notice..." Amon side glanced at the hacker. "That we can never say anything about them.. but they don't even stutter.. when they say stuff about us?" Michael asked. Amon grunted.

"Aren't we equally numbered?" "Grunt." "And we're guys." "Hn." "Guys are stronger than girls. Right?" "Um hm." "So why are we afraid of them?" Amon didn't respond. "Well?" Michael asked. Amon looked at him through side glance again.

"Michael.. It's a new century.. We may be stronger, but they are scarier and, no matter how I don't want to admit it, they could probably kick ... your butt." Amon was NOT going to say they could beat him, thought he knew they could. "Oh You're peachy Amon." Michael said, heading back to his computer.

"I am never peachy." Amon said with a smirk behind the hackers back. "I know." Michael sighed and went back to listening to music.