Solo: When is this story going to end?? I keep writing and writing and it doesn't seem to get anywhere. Thank-you mimicsmaze for your comments (oh dear, I hope I spelt your name right). I will stop making Kanda so weird.
Kanda: Damn right!
Solo: HEEHEE!! Want some more?
Kanda: EEEEEEEEKK!!! (Runs away)
Solo: Great imitation of Miranda. It seems no matter how much I try I can never make Kanda normal (as normal as he can be). Anywayz, back to my thrilling story.
Jerry's Cup of Tea
Chapter 5 – OMG
In Lenalee's room, the preparations were finished. The room looked absolutely gorgeous. Lenalee and Lavi smiled at their efforts. Kanda scowled at the plate of cucumber sandwiches he had to trim (the crust that is). Miranda sat in her corner.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"It's Jerry!!" Lenalee exclaimed.
She opened the door.
Suddenly a wave of scientists, exorcists, finders and generals flooded in. Some of them sat down drinking tea. Others were chatting. The generals were dancing to an imaginary tune.
Kanda, Lenalee and Lavi all stared. Then they turned around to look at Miranda.
"Miranda… what did you do?"
"Nothing!! I just said to Krory that there was a tea party here, because I was all dressed up and I didn't want to be mean." Miranda gasped.
"And I told Komui and Reever when I smashed into them." Krory said. He was wearing a tuxedo.
"I told the scientists in the department." Reever said. He was wearing a dress shirt and pants.
"And… I told the generals…because they're scary and they were threatening me." Johnny said. He was wearing a quilt. (Cos I want him to wear a quilt)
The generals were dressed up too.
"So it's not a party with booze and women?" Cross asked.
"Certainly not" Lenalee exclaimed "It's a tea party for Jerry because he was going to quit the order if he didn't go to one. And now you've ruined it."
"Oh…" Was what everyone said.
"So you'd better piss off," A very angry Kanda said.
Just then Jerry walked in. His eyes widened at the sight. Everyone was dressed up. They were all drinking tea and chatting. And the room! It was gorgeous, just like in his dreams. He felt so happy.
Everyone watched him, as his grin grew wider. He was giggling and clapping his hands. Everyone took it as a good sign and went on eating, chatting and dancing to an imaginary tune (the generals).
And they all had a good time.
But what about Allen?
On the other side of the Black Order, Allen was being dragged screaming into the author's room.
Solo: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! OVER!!! I'm sorry for that very crappy ending. I have to go, cos I got myself a snack. Beansprouts!
Allen: HELP ME!!!!
Solo: Muhuahahahahaahh!!!
Merry Christmas!!!
