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Drabble No. 3
Title: Tofu Chicken
Characters: Itsuki / Bunta / Yuiji
Pairings: None
Genre: Humor/Parody
Summary: Who wants Tofu Chicken?
Itsuki loved driving, there's no doubt about it, the fact that he was the crappiest driver on the mountain didn't even glitch in his confidence radar, he knew that practice would make perfect. And he also knew that having the perfect teacher would make his abilities even more perfect.
He had just the perfect teacher in mind.
Fujiwara Bunta, the king of the mountain himself.
After all if the densest and most stupidest boy (Takumi) could become such a driving legend, then he himself would have no problems at all right?
He grinned cockily and walked through the door of Fujiwara Tofu shop and immediately spied Bunta himself.
"Hello Bunta-san!"
The man's narrow eyes narrowed on him (if that was possible) and he drawled passed his smoke. "If you're here for Takumi then his not here."
Itsuki sheepishly raised a hand to his head and laughed. "Um... I'm not here for Takumi, I'm here to see you."
Bunta's eyebrows shot up and he reached up to take the smoke from his lips, letting the tar air out of his lungs. "You are?"
Itsuki nodded.
"So what is it that you want?"
Itsuki immediately fell to his knees. "Make me your student!" He begged as he gave his best impression of puppy eyes.
Bunta took a step back and raised his hand, horrified by Itsuki's actions. That was one ugly dog impression, he'd give anything just to make the kid stop!
"Okay, I'll have you as my student under one condition." He said, quickly regaining his composure.
Itsuki's mouth fell wide opened and his eyes bulged at his good fortune. "Really? What is it?"
Bunta smiled. (in a very creepy way) "You'll have to find a large quantity of tofu chicken and drive it back here in perfect condition."
Itsuki crowed in happiness and stood up. "I'll get it done right away!" he yelled running out of the shop.
Yuiji stepped out of the back room and gave him a weird look having just heard their conversation. "Tofu chicken?" he asked.
Bunta smirked. "Poor kid will find out that there is no such thing as tofu chicken." As if to say aren't I smart for thinking up such a thing?
"Umm... Bunta, hate to break your happy thoughts but there is such a thing as tofu chicken."
"What?"
Yuiji nodded in confirmation, struggling to hide his grin.
"Whose the blood moron who invented such a stupid thing? Why tofu chicken? Thats disgusting!"
"Gaijins invented it as a food for weight loss."
And then a thought occurred to Bunta, dear kami-sama what if Itsuki came back with the tofu chicken?
Bunta immediately went to the family shrine and began to pray.
End