61 - Prompted Vignette- Post-Game
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Dustbunnies
Shiki was admittedly not the tidiest person in the world. After all, her room was littered with leftover pieces of fabric, sketches that Eri had sent over for their next project, and even some designs that she had done on her own. Still, her room was clean enough that one would not suffocate upon stepping into it.
Now, the first time the seamstress walked into Neku's room, she thought she would sneeze herself into the next week.
It was just so dusty.
She couldn't understand how it could be so dusty already. Neku had gotten this flat dirt cheap (if you asked Shiki, she didn't know quite how) but when she had first come here to check it out with him, it was decent. He couldn't have been that busy with university work to not have the spare time to even clean after himself.
"Neku, do you seriously sleep here? How do you live with all this dust?" She even waved her hand at her face to emphasize the point.
He sniffed the air, mostly to humour her. "Seems fine to me."
Oh Neku. His body must have somehow accommodated to the dust around the room. She was certain that this would not be good for his health if he continued living in this condition.
"That's it. Neku." She turned on him, her eyes crackling behind her glasses.
"I know that look, Shiki. If you say 'pants off' I'm going to call to cops," Neku joked. Well, half-joked.
"Haha, don't won't worry Neku, it's not 'pants off' this time," said Shiki, seeming to loom over Neku. "It's apron on."
"Apron on?"
Neku did not question how Shiki managed to force an apron onto him as tie a bandanna onto his head in the space of under a minute. (How did she even know where they were – hey, did he even own these things?) It still kind of crept Neku out how she could do that.
He looked down at himself and frowned. "I look like an old cleaning lady."
Shiki, who was now sporting the same attire, handed him a broom. "That's the point. You need to dress for success, after all!"
"I don't think that's necessary for cleaning."
She heard his comment. And promptly ignored it.
Getting out a cloth and a spray-bottle of cleaning liquid, her eyes glinted even more.
"Ready?"
"Uh…"
"Set?"
"Do I get a say in this?"
"Go!"
And somehow (like always) Neku got dragged along into Shiki's whims. Okay, maybe he should have tried to clean his room earlier than today but he didn't need to do it with Shiki in the house. He glanced at Shiki from the spot he was cleaning up; she was humming happily as she wiped his window. At least someone was enjoying herself.
At first, Neku thought that she'd be the only one, but somehow he found himself not being too bothered about cleaning as a chore.
Together, they attacked dustbunnies hidden under his bed, eliminated dirty particles from the corners of his room and even fusion-ed to erase a giant spider that had been hiding in his closet.
After the final battle, Shiki held Mr. Mew in her hands, looking appalled. "Neku, you didn't have to use Mr. Mew to kill it!"
"What? I left the broom on the other side of the room and Piggy was closest."
"That's beside the point!" Shiki said in despair.
Poor Mr. Mew. She was going to have to wash him when she got home, now that it had icky spider germs on it.
She looked around the room, noticing how much cleaner it was now.
At last Mr. Mew's sacrifice had not been in vain.
"Isn't this much better?" She prompted Neku with a nudge, encouraging him to look over his room.
"…Hm. Guess so."
"Well, that's that! See you next time, Neku!" Untying her bandanna and apron at the speed of light, she marched out of the room.
Neku grabbed her by the elbow. "Hold up! You didn't come here just to clean my room!"
"No, I came to visit and it's already been an hour, you know."
"Cleaning my room doesn't count as a visit," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes it does! Now I've really got to go, I've got things to do too, you know," she said sticking her tongue out at him, childishly.
He let go of her. "At least let me walk you to the bus stop."
At the bus stop Neku quietly muttered, "You could…visit anytime, you know."
Shiki knew it! She just had a feeling that Neku might be a bit lonely after moving out of Shibuya for university on his own. He'd never say so himself, of course, but she could just tell. Cleaning his room was just a way to pass time and let him relax, because she knew too, that his courses must be straining him.
"Sure thing, Neku."
Though, she was sure Neku regretted his offer because the next time she came, she brought along Beat and Rhyme, all geared up with cleaning outfits and looking ready to clean every spot of his flat.
A/N: Tadaaa! I do have ideas for this fic I'm just saving them for later but in the meantime I was stuck on what to write so picked a random prompt from my prompt list and this is the result. I can't tell if this was good or bad...hm...oh well. TWEWY kids in cleaning outfits ftw.
Thanks to my wonderful beautiful reviewers: Crow's Gamble, B.A.G-GOMEZ, Omega Zekrom, Xerzo LotCN, KiraiKenji-mehrab and I'll Break Your Heart. And thanks to everyone else who read the chapter :D
- Dina (2/6/2014)
