AN V 2.0 Ch. 11
Ais A/N: It has been a LONG time, hasn't it. Part of the reason was my computer crashing, part of the reason was pure lazy stubbornness, but most of it was because I'm not quite sure just where to go. I might just keep posting the story with rewritten or minorly edited parts, at this point, although it goes SO far from the original storyline. Some parts of it I just don't like, but some parts I find so funny I just may have to keep them in. (Me finding them funny probably means that nobody else does, but still….) If anybody who's already seen the story has any preferences let me know.
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Amon was pacing back and forth glaring at everything that moved. Doujima was sitting backwards in a chair pouting. Michael was looking up somebody named Ais on the Internet to make sure she didn't have a criminal record. Sakaki was pretending to be very interested in pouring a Mountain Dew. Hattori was simultaneously dusting all the furniture, carrying seventeen binders into Kosaka's office, making tea, and fixing a leaky faucet. Kosaka was pretending to go over some files.
This was what Robin encountered when she walked back into the office proceeded by the Sneezing Miho.
"Sniff. I'm going home," Miho said. "I don't know why I even came today. I'll go tell the Chief."
"I need to go home and change but my Vespa's at my apartment," Robin said, barely above a whisper. She didn't want to draw undue attention to herself, and quite frankly at that point I wouldn't either.
"But…" Doujima began, but she was not yet immune to Sullen Glares of Amonish Personages.
"Aha!" Michael said. "It seems she was caught running around at two in the morning screaming something about pink elephants!"
Of course, everyone ignored him, and the Great Mother Goddess of Rampant Self-Insertion secretly painted a big purple stripe down Michael's mullet.
"I'll drive you back to Doujima's," Amon muttered.
"Thanks."
"Sneeze," said Miho.
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Amon sat firmly on the right of the car and Robin sat firmly on the left. Amon looked firmly out his window, and Robin looked firmly out of hers. Sitting next to a Robin in short-short shorts and eyeliner was apparently too much for Amon to handle, despite his Badass Front, and even though Robin had her coat on.
Amon coughed twice, paused, and coughed twice again. Then he paused and coughed twice yet again, and he had just decided that it was better not to say anything at all when Robin began to talk.
"Are you okay, Amon? I didn't think Karasuma's flu was contagious, but…"
"No," Amon interrupted, his voice inevitably dark. "I was about to say something."
"Then why were you coughing?"
Amon pretended he didn't hear that. "I was going to say, what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll go apologize to Touko for whatever it was I supposedly did."
"I have to pay her back for the washer."
"Or I could just stay at Doujima's again."
"No!" said Amon.
Robin looked over at him.
He coughed again. "I mean, it must have been embarrassing for people to be staring at you like that."
Robin stared.
He mentally kicked himself, realizing that that was not a Badass Thing to say. "I mean, we can't afford any more mistakes like that. Whatsoever." What is wrong with me? He wondered.
What is wrong with him? Robin wondered, and resisted a very strong urge to shake her head in despair. The only times Amon notices me, I'm either doing his laundry or wearing some ridiculous outfit.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, or at least back at the STN-J, the remaining STN-J members (i.e., Doujima, Sakaki, and Michael) were sitting around not working again. They were discussing what Robin could do, and they had just decided when Robin, looking normal in the Cool Black Dress (except for part of the eyeliner, which was waterproof and would not come off without an oil-based makeup remover) and Amon came back in.
"What's going on?" Robin asked, still not above a whisper, so of course she had to say it several times before anybody noticed.
"Well," Michael began….
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"What the hell do you mean I'm staying at Sakaki's?" Amon yelled.
What's wrong with him? I've never heard him actually yell before! Thought Doujima.
What's the deal with him? Wondered Sakaki.
Cheese puffs. Cheese puffs. Where did I put them? Mused Michael.
"Well, Robin needs a place to say, doesn't she?" Doujima said, and pouted. "Because you won't let her stay with me now, probably. Even though it would be fun. And Michael sort of discovered kind of accidentally by accident that the database has floor plans of all the Hunter's homes, and since Miho is sick and you don't have a spare bedroom and there's no way she's staying at Sakaki's, the logical solution is that you stay at Sakaki's and let Robin have your room, isn't it?"
"No it isn't. That makes no sense whatsoever."
"Well, it's the best we could come up with, unless Robin and Touko get over whatever it was they were mad at each other about, or Robin comes back to say with me."
"NO!" Robin cried. "Heh. Ahem. I mean, even though I had so much fun at Doujima's and I'm sure Touko is all over whatever it was she was mad at us about, maybe… um…."
"I'm sorry, Robin!" Doujima sniffed. "I didn't mean to… I don't… OOoooOOohhhHHHhh!"
"Oh God. There she goes again," Sakaki groaned as Doujima burst into tears. He stole Michael's Walkman before Michael could put it on. "Your turn, buddy."
"Hey! Oh well," Michael began to fish around in the piles of various amounts of junk on his desk until he found a package of Kleenex. "Here you go, Doujima." He rolled his eyes and patted her shoulder as though he was petting a nightcrawler, just in case she got mad. "It'll all be okay."
"Danks."
Doujima's nose: SQWONK!
"Michael! What IS this you're listening to? Is this…Raffi?" Haruto said, removing the ear buds.
"Oh. Heh heh. About that…"
"I won't do it," Amon said frankly above the noise.
Ais A/n: Look! Cliffhanger! Ooooooo! Aren't you all so excited?
Thank you to ALL the people who reviewed. An average of eleven reviews per chapter! No, there are no review responses, partially due to laziness and partially to the fact that absolutely nothing on this entire computer is organized yet (it took me forever to find this chapter in my files), but I appreciate the reviews! It's nice to know what people think.
Kleenex,
Ais
