14. Creative Sugarcane and Ketchup
The Sleeping Death Scythe
She just couldn't help herself. He looked so peaceful from where he slept on the park bench. In fact, he looked too peaceful, so naturally something had to be done.
Patty tiptoed over to where the sleeping Death Scythe was sprawled out on the wooden seat, legs stretched out carelessly in front of him, arms draped over the back of the bench while his head tilted way back, allowing choked snores to escape his barely open mouth.
A few ideas ran through her head, impressively devious plans that were not in Spirit's favor. However, she didn't have any jalapeño peppers, cinnamon, or superglue with her, so a few of those plans were, much to her disappointment, out of the question.
Although, what she did happen to have on hand could prove to be very useful with what she was plotting. Lucky for her, Kid could never have picked a better day for her to run to the market and buy so many. She had a feeling the next half hour was going to be very, very fun.
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"Hey, Spirit… Spirit, wake up."
The red haired man's eyes slowly cracked open, struggling to focus on the figure before him. When he recognized his former, sadistic partner's expressionless face and glinting glasses, he shot forward, screeching something about having all his organs in tact or there was going to be a major problem. Of course, the fact Stein was carrying a cooler normally used in hospitals for transporting organs didn't assure Spirit in the slightest and he only grew more ballistic.
"Relax," the younger man sighed, setting the box on the park bench and opening up. "It's just my lunch."
Spirit looked over the contents warily, nodding contently when the food inside proved the scientist's momentary innocence. Then he noticed Stein's rather smug look and he grew suspicious again. "What?"
"Nothing," Stein replied, inhaling deeply on the cigarette pinched between his fingers. "It's just that artwork on your face tells quite the story. When are you going to fall asleep again so I can see how it ends? The fate of the ninja giraffe is hanging in the balance."
Death Scythe's hand flew to his face and he rubbed his cheek frantically, gazing down at his palm to see it smeared with yellow and black. "What the…?"
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"Here are all the markers and sharpies you wanted, Kiddo!" Patty sang, skipping into Gallows Manor's dining room and throwing the shopping bag before her meister. "I got all the colors of the rainbow!"
"Thanks." The Shinigami smiled up at her, reaching into the bag and pulling out small boxes of colors and giving them a confused look. "Did you open all of them up and test them?" he inquired, gazing quizzically at torn cardboard flaps and the marker's caps that had been placed on the wrong colors.
"Yeah, I used a few!" Patty giggled, turning to leave the room.
"The least you could do is put the right colored caps on their appropriate markers. There's no order to these whatsoever anymore," Kid sighed, beginning to pluck the covers of the markers off and sticking them back on their original colors. "You didn't vandalize any of Death City when you used these, did you?"
"Nope!" Patty sang before adding as an afterthought, "Just its citizens!" With a cheerful laugh, the young demon pistol darted out of the room before any words could join Kid's already horrified expression.
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This interesting pair was suggested by Dtksgirl. I had never thought of this pairing, so I hadn't the slightest idea what the one-shot would even be about. Hope you liked it and thanks for the suggestion. ^^
Thank you, AutumnMobile12 for the idea of Stein's lunchbox. As for the ninja giraffes: A.) It's Patty and B.) My friend has a shirt with ninja giraffes on it.