Disclaimer: 'Tis but thy rights that are my enemy.
Miriallia fingered the blades she held in her hands, wondering if she should buy them before she contaminated them, or if she should leave that until after she had found her victims. After much consideration, she decided it was for the best that she waited until later to purchase them.
Kira described the story to his partners in crime with as much detail he could manage, thoroughly enjoying the looks of awe he got from his friends. Once he finished retelling the story for the fourth time, he decided it was time for them to move on to the next challenge. Tolle agreed, having gotten sick of the story halfway through the second telling. It took a bit of persuasion, but they managed to convince Sai and Kuzzey to give it up as well. It was time to commence their next operation. This one would have to have a time limit since it was unlikely they would get bored of it, and it could go on for quite some time otherwise. After much discussion, they agreed on five minutes. That meaning they had to be back at the base in five minutes, not stop their fun in five minutes. Anybody who was late would be sent to the Miriallia of Terror, a punishment worse than death. The quartet split up, each going in opposite directions.
Tolle decided he would start the fun when he reached the automotives department. Clasping his hands together in the shape of a gun, he pressed himself against a wall. Looking around, he started humming the Mission: Impossible theme song to the best of his ability as he darted across the aisle to press against the opposite shelf. Looking around some more, he scurried down the aisle into the open. He continued his haphazard movements as he scampered towards house wares.
Sai ducked behind a rocking chair and waited a few seconds before poking his head up to see if anybody was around. Not seeing anybody, he dashed around the chair, across the aisle and tried to hide behind a rather thin lamp. To any bystander he would have looked like he was trying to be five again. Peeking out from behind the lampshade, he surveyed his surroundings, and once deeming it safe, he started whistling the Mission: Impossible theme song. He kept up his sporadic movements, trying to seem as suspicious as possible.
Kuzzey took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Things like this always got him so excited. Stealing a look from behind the hanging fabric that was his haven, he saw the coast was clear. He was about to leave his hiding spot when he thought how strange it would be to see somebody by them selves running around the fabric section humming a theme song from a movie that had been made before the Cosmic Era. It was all he could do to keep from bursting into laughter.
Kira leaned against the shoe rack, keeping an eye open. There was a mother trying to push some hideous pink shoes with flowers onto her seven-year-old son, who was trying his best to get away. Poor kid, mother must have really wanted a girl. Deciding it was the perfect time to act, he dashed across the open aisle as fast as he could, hoping to appear as no more than a blur to anybody who saw him. Once he had made his way to gardening, he started humming as loud as he possibly could, while hiding behind an over-sized ceramic pot. Peeking out, he did a perfect roll across the aisle before ducking behind a lawnmower. Doing a few more rolls and other moves he had taken strait from old movies, he looked at his watch and sighed. He only had 30 seconds to get back to the base. Ending his humming, Kira made his way back to the base.
Miriallia froze when she saw a brown and white blob push past her. Tolle. Grabbing her scissors and knife, she discreetly headed in the direction it had gone in. Revenge would be sweet.
A/N: Not that funny, but meh. Only four chapters to go! Thanks to everybody whose supported me through this fic so far. I am eternally grateful.
I have completed a one-shot with Shinn and Miriallia meeting up after this, and it will be posted once I finish this fic.