Adventures of a Certain Annoying Itachi
Chapter Six: Misao melts the ice block
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing but my manga. Hee hee.
A/N: Love you all very much. Go to the LJ for responses, as (now) per usual (link in bio). I think I should get started now, as I have had this "plot" bumping around in my head for far too long…
WARNING: Canon pairing! GASP! Oh, and some very frightening things happen in this chapter, to about the point of "dude, where's the apocalypse?"
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Misao was a girl with a plan.
No, that didn't sound quite right.
Misao was a woman with a plan.
Too clichéd.
Misao was a teen with a plan.
That didn't work either.
The authoress stopped babbling and got on with it, and there was much rejoicing. Yay. Yay.
Misao snickered evilly to herself and slipped the photograph onto Aoshi's futon. This time, it would work. This time, that damn iceman was gonna laugh for her. She surveyed the picture again and giggled maliciously. Oh, yes, he would laugh at THIS one. She sure had.
Before we go any further, it must be explained that this picture is not in anyway pornographic. Because dear, sweet, innocent Misao wouldn't have anything like THAT, would she?
No, this picture was a thousand times worse.
Several hours later, loud, raucous laughter filled the Aoi-ya and the surrounding square miles.
"AH-HAHAHAHAHAHA! B-BATTOSAI…! K-K-KIMONO…! -MAKEUP-…! HAAAAAIIIIIIIR COOOOOOMB!"
Misao grinned triumphantly. Mission accomplished.
She wasn't so happy when the laughter kept them up all night. And the next. And the next. And the next…and the next…AND the next…
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The End! For now! To be continued! (Kind of)