You Can't Win Against Ducati
Walkies
Author's note: I'm changing this to a T because I'm getting way too suggestive. Stupid gutter brain. Thanks for all the reviews and keep them coming! It's great know what people think of my stories.
Do I have really have to say it? I don't want to. Alright, I'll say it, just put those handcuffs away! I don't own Mai Hime or ShizNat, Sunrise does. Happy now?
Ducati paused, cocking his head to the side with his face bearing the canine equivalent of Shizuru's thoughtful expression, trying to decide what he and his master should do. A thought came to him. With sparkling icy blue eyes he leapt off the sofa, ran out of the lounge and into the entrance hall.
Natsuki remained where she was with one hand on her hip and an amused smile tugging at her lips. A lone brow rose as something thudded in the hall followed by a mixture of growls and yaps.
A minute later the silver ball of fur came bouncing back in with something blue trailing behind him. Natsuki's heart almost melted when the puppy sat down in front of her with his lead in his mouth, tail thrashing with excitement as his eyes looking up at her beseechingly. She vaguely wondered where the badass lone wolf had gone as she leant down and patted the puppy's head.
"You wanna go to the park, boy?" Ducati stood on his hind legs and pawed her knees in reply. She laughed and attached the lead to its matching blue collar. The husky charged forward, straining against the lead as he tugged his master out of their front door and to the door that led out of the building.
"Whoa, calm down Ducati! I know you enjoy your walks, especially on beautiful days like this," Natsuki said as she opened the door. "…Or not." Both she and her puppy stared out at the scene, both unbelieving. Simultaneously they both closed their eyes and shook their heads before opening them again, but the image stayed the same.
The beautiful, sunny day had somehow morphed into a horrific downpour; the rain lashed down towards the earth and the wind had a stinging bite to it. The road was almost filled with water and they watched as one unlucky man got more drenched than he already was when a car drove past him. Natsuki looked down at the husky by her side.
"You still want to go for a walk?" she asked jokingly. Ducati peered back at her with determined eyes and nodded. Natsuki thought the puppy was replying to her sarcasm until he started venture out into the storm. Panicking, Natsuki hauled him back in to their apartment and slammed the door.
"We're not going out there! We'll drown!" She screeched, something she had never done before in her life. Ducati's ears sagged and he whimpered, doing his best to look adorable and dejected. Natsuki shook her head furiously. This was one battle she wasn't going to lose.
"No. Way. Not in a million years. I'm not getting wet for anyone… except for maybe Shizuru… aaaaaaagghh! I can't believe I just said that!" Natsuki blushed madly, blaming the cuteness of the puppy for throwing her off guard, Shizuru's highly sensual bedroom talk and her sudden celibacy. Ducati cocked his head to the side, not quite understanding what his flustered master meant. Natsuki's eyes widened when she realized who said that to and her blush deepened.
"Forget I said the last bit about, erm, getting wet for Shiz- gaaaahh! Why do I feel like I'm digging myself a deeper hole?" she yelled as she buried her hands in her hair. Ducati stared at her, totally lost. Why was his master talking about Kaichou when they were supposed to be going for a walk? And why was she getting flustered about the word wet?
The now tomato-red girl decided to save herself from anymore embarrassment by marching into the lounge and flinging herself onto the sofa, burying her head deep into the cushions, waiting to die.
Ducati padded after her and stood staring at her from the door way as his heart sank. He really wanted to go on that walk. He dropped his head and sighed as he stalked off to his master's bedroom.
He lay on Natsuki's and Shizuru's bed, inhaling their mixed scents that were entrapped in the covers, as he moped about how unfair it was. She had asked him what he wanted to do but she refused had him because of a little bit of rain. It just wasn't fair.
He scanned the room in boredom, lazily searching for any signs of his master's 'secret' stash of mayo. Shizuru had banned the condiment from the house when she discovered that Ducati was as addicted to the stuff as Natsuki was. The blue haired biker had put up a fight, but as always Shizuru had her way. Or so it seemed. Natsuki still secretly brought her beloved mayo and hid it where she thought no could find it, not knowing that her lover knew exactly what she was doing.
Shizuru didn't mind her having some mayo occasionally, but the amount she put on every single meal was quite ridiculous in the eyes of the ex-Kaichou and it was the last straw when she found out that the puppy was hooked on it too. By banning it she had successfully lowered Natsuki's intake and cut Ducati's off completely. But what the cunning girl didn't know was that Natsuki would share the mayo with her puppy whenever Shizuru was not around.
Ducati took great satisfaction that not once did the biker win their daily breakfast duel before Shizuru had banned it. It served her right for not taking him for a walk.
His eyes halted on the chair in the corner. Natsuki used to have a bad habit of dropping her clothes on the floor and leave them there until she dressed in them again, so Shizuru had trained her to dump her things on the chair so she wouldn't have to pick them up.
On the chair today was a pair of jeans and a bra. Natsuki's most favourite, expensive, limited-edition bra. An evil glint entered icy blue orbs as Ducati jumped off the bed. After all, revenge was a dish too sweet to ignore.
Natsuki lifted her head off of the sofa when she heard a loud thud. Wondering what it could be she got off the sofa and walked to the bedroom door, where the noise had come from.
"Ducati?" She called softly as she opened the door. A ball of silver streaked past her and she froze. That had better not be what she thought it was in his mouth. She turned around, eyebrow twitching slightly as she faced the puppy.
She didn't know whether to scream, cry or get a gun. Her best bra was in the puppy's mouth, saliva soaking into the black and blue lace as sharp teeth clung on to it. Ducati stood proudly with his tail wagging, the look upon his face clearly saying "If you want it, come and get it."
Natsuki's hands balled up into tight fists, ignoring the pain as her fingernails dug into her palms. Her whole body trembled as she tried to control her rage, ignoring the heat that radiated from her, lips peeling back to reveal clenched teeth. Ducati stopped wagging his tail and shrunk back. He was no extremely scared.
"Y-you p-p-put that d-down NOW!" She roared. Ducati turned tail and ran. Natsuki growled and chased after him. The puppy darted underneath the table that they ate at everyday and ran into the kitchen. Natsuki avoided the table and followed him into the kitchen. She felt something solid against her foot and fell flat on her face. Paws clambered over her back and her pride took yet another blow from the husky.
She got up and kicked the broom handle out the way as she heard a key going into the lock of the front door. Ducati glanced at her and grinned, the trophy in his mouth ripping slightly. Natsuki's eyes widened and she mouthed 'no', but the pup was gone.
She scrambled after him to find a surprised looking Shizuru standing in the hall way. Peering over her shoulder she could see both doors were open and that the puppy was standing outside in the rain, waiting to take his master for a run. Natsuki grabbed her trainers and proceeded to put them on.
"Shit. Shizuru why did you leave both doors open?"
"I've got some shopping in the car and was hoping you'll bring it in for me. Why has he got your bra?" Shizuru countered, raising up a couple of carrier bags that she held as Natsuki ran past her. She watched as Ducati darted off with Natsuki trailing closely behind. Shizuru huffed.
"Fine, I'll get them myself then." She said in an irritated voice before relaxing into a smile. "Ara, I'll go make myself some tea instead. Natsuki can get them later." She left the doors open for the two mayonnaise addicts and went into the kitchen, grinning at Ducati's revenge as she was still pissed of at Natsuki for ignoring her. Good boy, she thought.
Ducati got his walk after all.
Omake
Natsuki: (White faced.) My best bra…
Ducati: (Feeling slightly worried.) Calm down, it's only a story. I wouldn't really do that.
Shizuru: Ara, ara, am I really the only person who can get you wet?
Natsuki: (All the blood in her in her body rushes to her face.) Shizuru! You don't expect me to answer that do you?
Shizuru: Yes.
Natsuki: Oi Author!
Author: (Counting the money she got from the photos she took in the last omake that she sold on eBay.) Hmm?
Natsuki: Why did you write that?
Author: Write what?
Natsuki: You know what!
Author: No, I don't.
Natsuki: (Turns to Shizuru who is grinning at her, then Ducati before quickly changing her mind.) Shizuru…me… wet.
Author: Oh, that! (Smiles.) Shizuru told me to.
Natsuki: SHIZURU!!
Shizuru: Ara, I'm not going to let everyone think I'm the only one who can't go without sex.
Ducati: What's sex?
(Silence)