The Gift
A/N: This is what happens when I'm left alone too long... A very short fic... thing...
This was boring, thought a very tired blond as he slumped into his leather chair. He tried his best to listen to Sakano apologize for the recent behavior of Shuichi... again. The producer continued to bow, begging for forgiveness.
"So I ask you once again, president, please forgive Shindou for his outburst at last weeks concert--"
"Fine, fine. Just go. I have much work to do." the older sighed out, annoyed by the way Sakano would grovel at his feet. He motioned for the younger make to leave, which he promptly did, turning on his heel and making his way to the door. He opened and shut the door as quickly as he could, noting Touma Seguchi was mad at him...
"Finally..." the blond whispered to himself as he sat back up and reached for a stack of papers that were in need of reviewing. Touma sighed loud, he wanted sleep. He was lacking sleep, seeing as Mika had kept him up with her lectures, the fact he continuously worried over Eiri, and how he absolutely hated Shuichi. This was crazy. Without much more thought, the sleep deprived man let his head sink to the desk. His body began to lulled him into a blissful slumber as his head soon met the oak desk.
Touma's head shot up from the desk to the sound of a large thud that seemed to rock his insides. What was that?
Now fully awake, the blond removed himself from his spot to go to his office door. Opening the door slowly, he glanced all around then finally down, exchanging gazes with a neatly wrapped box. He glared. Who the hell sent him a gif--?
Hello. It's from Eiri. A smirk played across Touma's lips as he quickly bent down to retrieve the box from the floor. Once the box was nestled warmly against his chest, he kicked his leg up and shut the door behind him.
The keyboardist felt like a child at Christmas; so excited as to find out what was hidden inside the simple box. As quick as he could, he tore off the brown wrapping to reveal the overly tapped box. He pouted in annoyance. This wasn't going to be easy. But he soon remembered he had a exacto-knife in his desk, so he scrambled for it. Flicking a small switch on the handle of the possible weapon, a thin, sharp blade, shot out in a flash. He guided it down the packaging tape slowly to make sure it cut.
When he reached the end, Touma carelessly tossed the knife aside and proceeded to pull the top two flaps apart. Then he went to the next two that prevented him from gazing upon the gift sent to him. His heart raced as he removed the layers of tissue paper to show...
Touma frowned. He looked at the open package and glared. Was this a joke? It looked as if the author had sent him a lifetime supply of cotton balls.
Well it sure looked that way... until one of the fluff balls... looked up at him?
"Daddy!" it cried, only to be echoed by its brothers and sisters. Each one sang out 'daddy' as they hopped out to jump on Touma's chest.
"Ahh! What the--?" The man was sent to the floor, the bunnies nuzzling and... biting?
He screamed in the pain it brought, soon realizing they were whispering ideas into his head... ideas for romance novels... ideas that would only come to one man...
"Oh god! These are Eiri's... PLOT BUNNIES!" The balls of fluff continued to devour the keyboardist until...
SLAM!
Touma blinked rapidly as he quickly lifted his head from the paper-covered desk, hands beginning to roam his creamy face.
It was only a dream, he confirmed to himself with a sigh of relief. He straightened his tasseled platinum hair as his eyes scanned over his desk. And on the corner, beside a picture of Eiri, sat a neatly wrapped box.
"Oh no... not again!"
A/N: Was it funny or did it suck? It was just the most random idea that came to my mind. Please review.