Okayy, so I guess this'll be the last chapter on Fuji's Revenge on Mizuki. Unless I get a great idea, then I'll add it here; so stay tuned!
Oh, and the second chapter was inspired by my completely sadistic cousin, Jonathan. Thanks, jo-boy!
Disclaimer; I do not own PoT. But I do own the cookies in the first chapter! NO STEALING.
Mizuki got into a coma.
Oh joy.
Fuji was pacing around his hospital room, deep in thought. No matter how much he had bribed the hospital staff to just electrocute the damn body to life, they never did manage to do it. The ones who downright refused to do it were not spared. Neither were the ones who tried to help Fuji (and failed) spared. One guy actually got hung on a pole suspended in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean! How Fuji had got the pole to hang in mid-air, no one knows. Perhaps the gods were blackmailed to?
"Saa, forget about electrocution then, think of something else. After all, I am a tensai!" Fuji tapped his chin, his face a perfect sculpture of a handsome man deep in thought. All of a sudden, Fuji's beautiful turquoise eyes sprung open, and Fuji snapped his fingers, all the while thinking 'I've got it! I'll poke him out of his coma!'And so Fuji poked Mizuki.
For three damned hours.
And guess what?
No, Mizuki did not wake up; but Fuji realised that he had a great talent for poking people! He could just imagine himself going 'Be awed by my poking prowess' like that Hyotei guy. What's his name? Adobe or something. 'So he was the guy that created that suckish computer Adobe programme...' Fuji mentally added 'Adobe' (aka Atobe) to his death list. Life just keeps getting better, doesn't it, dear readers?
However, that was beside the point. He still had not woken the Sleeping Beast- I mean Beauty up yet. Fuji had not much time left; only a few hours till daybreak. (If you were wondering why the hospital did not kick him out yet, ask Fuji's camera)(And the hospital director)(And the hospital director's action figures) Fuji needed to wake Mizuki up. He had promised Yuuta not to put Mizuki into a coma, didn't he?
And yet, thanks to all those damned tennis balls he aimed at Mizuki's head, he got Mizuki into a coma. Whoops. So Fuji did the last and most desperate thing he could think of:
He sat on Mizuki's face and let out a big one.
Sure enough, Mizuki was up and coughing, and Fuji was smirking uncontrollably. After a few more minutes of coughing, Mizuki looked up at Fuji and asked "Who are you?" Silence hung in the air, as Fuji contemplated as to how to answer Mizuki's sudden question. He could say that he was Fuji Syuusuke, and that he was Mizuki's biggest rival. Or he could lie.
The answer was obvious.
Fuji opened his turquoise-coloured eyes again, looked straight at Mizuki, and said with the most utmost sincerity "I AM YOUR FATHER."
Mizuki blinked.
"Father?"
"COME TO THE DARK SIDE."
"Why, father?"
"WE HAVE COOKIES."
"..."
"I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU, MY SON."
"Can I have chocolate chip with hazel nuts?"
"I'LL HAVE THE COOKIES READY."
"Yes father."
"MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU."
"And with you too, father."
'Aniki!!! I'll get you for this!' Yuuta thought as he looked at his tennis manager.
"Why's Mizuki scarfing down a bag of cookies and preaching to us about the dark side and that Adobe computer programme?" Yuuta heard a random freshman say.
"I don't know, but that guy with the 'x' scar on his head looks pretty pissed!" Answered another random freshman.
As for the St Rudolph regulars, they had expressions on their faces that, I kid you not, looked just like this: 0.0
Okayy, so we've reached the end of 'Fuji's Revenge on Mizuki'! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review, I need to know what I'm doing wrong or if I have mistakes, if any.
I don't know what's the next story I'll write, but I'll promise to make it longer than this story!
Have a nice day!
-Bel