Conflict of Interests
Drabble 47: Sewing Kit
By: Kigen
Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. Some long overdue HaoLyserg humor. Rated R cause Hao is a pervert.
Disclaimer: If Shaman King was mine, we'd get to see exactly what else Lyserg's nimble fingers could do.
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Hao laid on the couch, his arms crossed and glared sulkily at the wall.
Lyserg walked by and blinked, wondering what in the world could make Hao sit and pout like a three year old child. Lyserg sighed, knowing this was going to end in either more pouting, or him getting molested in some way, shape, or form.
"What's wrong Hao?"
"I'm going to kill that damn Ainu." Hao spat out venomously. Well, it would had been venomous, if hao's lower lip hadn't jutted out even more with those words.
"What did Horo did this time?" Lyserg sighed, sitting next to Hao. Despite this, he kept as alert. One never knew when the perverted Asakura would make a grab for his ass.
"He ripped my cloak." Hao pouted, flopping over so his face was nestled in Lyserg's lap.
"Hao! Get out of there!" Lyserg slapped at Hao's gloved hand when it began to unbutton his pants.
"I'm upset. it's your job as my Shaman Queen to make me feel better." Hao explained as though it was obvious, his fingers reaching and pulling down the zipper.
"No!" Lyserg said firmly, shoving Hao's hands away..
"Then how are you going to make me feel better?" Hao pouted.
Lyserg rolled his eyes, shoving Hao's torso off of his lap and standing up; much to Hao's displeasure. "Go get your poncho and bring it here. I'll be back in a minute." Lyserg exited the room.
Hao pouted, but did as Lyserg said.
The dowser returned a few moments after Hao, a small box in his hands. Taking Hao's poncho into his hands, he opened the box to reveal several needles, a few spools of thread, and other such items.
"Why Lyserg." Hao smirked as he watched the dowser work. "I didn't know you knew how to sew."
Lyserg shrugged. "I had to fix my clothes all the time when I was little."
The words, "because I had to," weren't mentioned.
Hao sat, watching amused as Lyserg dragged the threaded needle through the cloth. It seemed that the dowser had a lot of skill in this area. That, and Hao could easily imagine all the other things he knew those pale, nimble fingers could do.
"There." Lyserg held up the cloak after a few minutes. "All done. Are you finished sulking now?" Lyserg asked, putting the sewing kit away.
Not even bothering to look at his newly mended outfit, Hao put it to the side and pinned Lyserg to the couch.
"Ah! Hao, what are you doing?"
"You're such a good little boy Lyserg, fixing my cloak for me. I think I should show my appreciation and thank you properly." Hao smirked, pressing his lips to Lyserg's.
Lyserg rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Hao's neck.
He knew this was gonna end with him getting molested.
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Everything involving Hao ends up with Lyserg getting molested, or sexually harassed, or… angsty. Next chapter, some HaoLysergYoh. It's mostly angsty, kinda cute, and has a touch of fluff. Your hints are slaves and carriage rides.
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Ja min'na-san!