DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jewel BEM Hunter Lime. On with the oneshot!
The scene: Tokyo, Japan, in the early hours of the morning; serene, peaceful, complemented by the first few hints of red in the eastern sky—
"BASS!"
—and shrilly interrupted by an angry roar from Lime.
Bass jumped and thrust the magazine behind his back, then summoned his best "Who, me?" face. Lime was not amused.
"What were you doing?" she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.
Bass swallowed nervously.
"Reading?" he tried.
"Reading," Lime reiterated. "Reading what?" She glared at him as if trying to kill him with her eyes.
Bass swallowed again. "Nothing." Then, with a touch more authority than he actually felt, he added, "And it isn't any of your business what I do!"
"Don't you try that!" Lime snarled. She reached behind him and snatched the magazine.
"Hey!" Bass cried, trying to grab it back, but Lime stretched her wings out and hovered just out of his reach.
"This is a department store catalog," she mused from the ceiling. "But why—?"
"Give it back!"
"I will when I'm—oh, I knew it!" Lime held the catalog open to the dog-eared page.
Bass' face flushed red. "C'mon, Lime!" he protested.
Lime swelled with fury. "How did I know," she hissed, "that you'd be 'reading' this?" She dangled the catalog, open to the lingerie section, over his head.
"I told you it's none of your beeswax!" Bass snapped. "Sheeze, Lime, drop it, will you?"
Lime shrugged. "Okay." She tore the offending pages out and let the remainder of the magazine fall to the floor.
"Hey!" Bass yelled, but Lime was already soaring down the hall, pages in hand like a trophy. "You really piss me off!" he yelled after her.
Flush.
"Get a life, Bass!" came Lime's voice from the bathroom.
Bass groaned. And then his expression lightened.
"She doesn't know I have two!" he hummed, pulling another copy of the catalog out of his hidden stash.