Ange: Surprise? Me too. I couldn't decide what to update so I just decided to attempt my hand on this again. It's too short for my liking but it's the best I can do. I kinda have a plan for the plot again but it keeps changing the longer I look at it. For those who still read this and review, this is for you. For others it's yet another fic that will spontaneously be updated.

Discclaimer: It likes being on the bottom now


The Laundromat

Step Four: Close Lid


By the end of the work day Kaidoh was begging to escape.

-

Time must have slowed down just to spite him. Kaidoh went over to switch the open sign to closed wanting to prologue facing the disaster that the laundromat turned into in the course of a just a few short hours. Ushering a few late stragglers out, he locked the door steeling himself for the mess he had to face.

-

And then he turned around.

-

The floor was covered in a small layer of water, not enough to cause any water damage but no less annoying. On the back wall no more than five washing machines frothed soap suds. They weren't even top loaders so it's not like he can open it without causing further mess to the place. And in the midst of all this destruction stood his sempai, taking notes down in his new notebook he bought just for this occasion.

-

Kaidoh was speechless. All this was done by one person and in the span of one working day his outlook of him has changed completely.

-

The floored Kaidoh didn't know what to do.

-

Inui walked up to him his note taking obviously done. "Where do you keep the cleaning supplies sempai?"

-

Kaidoh gritted his teeth. He didn't know if Inui is calling him that out of fun or in all seriousness. All through the day it was a struggle to not snap at him about it.

-

"Sempai," he threw the word back at him to remind Inui who really deserved the title. "I still don't understand, how did all this happen?" He swept his arm around the area to emphasize his point.

-

"Well we had run out of washing detergent," he began.

-

"You should have called me," Kaidoh interrupted, "there is more in the back supply room."

-

"Back supply room," Inui repeated as he quickly wrote that down. Replacing his small notebook in his back pocket, he resumed his story, "then I saw these small detergent cubes." Inui held up one to show. It could easily fit in the center of someone's palm.

-

"It was a heavy load though so I thought to use about ten or fifteen of them. But then this happened."

-

Kaidoh looked at his sempai in disbelief. He couldn't be serious?

-

"Inui-sempai," Kaidoh began trying to keep his voice even for both their sakes, "those soaps are highly concentrated so you only need one or two."

-

That explained what happened to one washer but what about the other four? "Did you do the same to the other washers?" Kaidoh tried to ignore them as they still gushed suds violently by the bucket load.

-

He didn't want to deal with any of this yet. Not even tennis made him feel this drained.

-

"I ran out of packets by then so the rest I filled with liquid soap from the bathroom."

-

"Bathroom soap?"

-

"Bathroom soap."

-

Kaidoh held in a sigh. He really didn't know what to think now. He walked towards the washing machine unplugging the rabid machines. At least he didn't mess up the dryers as well. Those he had no clue how to fix. Sloshing through the suds and the tepid water, he made his way to the storage closet grabbing two mops and a bucket. Looking behind him towards Inui who was making is way towards him, he held out a mop for him to grab.

-

"Should we begin, Sempai?"


A/N: I don't know where I was going with the chapter titles so they now have nothing to do with the actual chapter. Not that they ever did I suppose. I don't know how I feel aout this chapter but you can review to give your input. I guess it can be a filler of sorts. Review!


Laundary Fact: People in the southern part of the U.S. wash the most often while those on the East Coast wash the least.