The only reason this fic is rated T is because there's cursing and other things in some stories. That's all I wanted to say. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Check story one's disclaimer and you'll know who doesn't own Fruits Basket.
Mii didn't foresee it.
If Fate came up to the frustrated editor and told her that Shigure appreciated her and would show it, she'd laugh and not place much conviction into it. The novelist was a playful pain and would never show such feelings.
The brunette was so frantic that she was ready to take her life. An empty threat, but she was at the end of her correcting pen. All she wanted was his manuscript. Mii didn't expect praise for her hard work.
Sitting in the living room and sobbing while holding her neck at penpoint was pathetic and she knew it. She had waited an hour for him to finish writing the last chapter.
He's fooling around, Mii thought bitterly as her eyebrow spasm was commencing. Not working at all. The bastard. The cocky novelist bastard.
"Bastard!" Mii howled at the ceiling.
"Who's a bastard?"
Brown eyes gazed down into hers. Mii contemplated poking his eyes out, but he needed them to write. And she was exhausted.
"You are driving me to suicide," she retorted.
"Mii, Mii, Mii," he cooed soothingly as he put his hand on her pen wielding one and pushed it into her lap. "If you do that, you won't be able to revise my novel."
She was overjoyed at the appearance of an envelope filled at its ultimate capacity.
Shigure slid into his domain as Mii hugged it to her chest. When the editor looked at it again, she noticed a sheet of paper taped to the front of the envelope. Curiosity piqued, she began devouring the words with her amber irises.
To my dearest editor,
If you haven't taken your life via a pen or any other sharp device, I have to say...congratulations! Another empty threat, I see. Could it be that you haven't gone through with it because parting with a sexy novelist such as myself would be too painful for you?
Infuriating novelist is more like it, she thought.
And I'll be frank: if you died, who would I tease and torment? Being a novelist has never been more entertaining. The things you say and do out of anger, frustration, and pure helplessness are amusing. An evil laugh should be inserted here, but I'll write it instead. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...ha...ha! Ha!
More tears bubbled in the editor's eyes. She was aware of the pleasure he derived from his malicious but meant to be funny acts, but seeing it in print crushed her. She felt like tearing the damn letter to shreds.
But she read on.
How do you do it? How do you endure every prank of mine, put up with my empty excuses and delays of my manuscripts?
"Good questions," Mii remarked dryly.
You truly are strange and...Wonderful. I really admire your willpower. Tears aren't considered a sign of strength, but with the number of years you've worked for me, they're understandable. I am the cause of them, as are you since you're still here. What you have is resilience, Mii.
An extension (no, I'm not asking for an extension. My entire novel is in there!) of thanks is in order. I thank you for being my editor and for having the diminished common sense that enables you to endure the hurtles I place in front of you.
You really are a remarkable editor. Thank you again, my overworked suicidal Mii who has an eyebrow twitch.
Don't worry, I find the eyebrow twitch a bit sexy, if not slightly weird.
This letter was designed to let you know how much I appreciate you.
Is it working?
Love,
Shigure
She stared at the letter, wondering if it was a figment of her imagination. A smile was birthed on her countenance when she reread it. Obnoxious as it sounded in the beginning, that couldn't veil the appreciation expressed in it.
"Don't assume that I won't be as mischievous now that you know I appreciate you," he singsonged as he walked out.
"Did you time that by watching me?" Mii asked wearily.
"Your eyebrow spasm subsided and you were smiling. I took it that you finished it!" Shigure laughed.
"Sonofa--"
But he vanished.
Despite her frustrated and weary condition Mii could still smile.
If the love in the letter's salutation turned out to be more than platonic in time, Mii wouldn't mind.
She felt for the first time that she could feel the same way.
The people you love deserve praise for their hard work.