Another chapter? So soon? Sometimes I think I spoil you guys.
Before we begin, it's time for some reviewer responses.
Ginshi-chan- The world is not ready for such technology, unfortunately.
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MadLaughter- Thank you so much! Keep reading, there's more to come!
SuperNova23- Your local slightly-emo-protagonist-who's-actually-a-very-fun-guy-to-be-around, I suppose? Oh, wait, he's sick...
AkaiArsony- He really is. Come to think of it, I've never had porridge myself. Is it any good?
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And that's about it, everyone! On with the show!
Sincerely,
-Funny.
It was happening again.
That awful, horrible feeling.
He wasn't about to throw up, but he almost wished he would. It would be a definite step-up from his current situation.
Was he facing down hordes of Shadows with naught but a toothpick in hand?
No.
Was he looking down the length of a sword that wasn't his, light playing around the edges, sealing his doom, in the hands of an extremely agitated redhead?
No.
Was he facing the dreaded book of one-hundred-and-one jokes in the hands of Shuji Ikutsuki?
Thankfully, no.
Did the shower run out of hot water?
No again.
Minato Arisato was bored, once again.
Not surprising, given that he had been bedridden with a cold for a day and a half now. His life had been reduced to little more than medicine, saltine crackers, chicken noodle soup, and toast, with the occasional visit from a friend to take up a few minutes.
He sighed as he drummed his fingers along the edge of his nightstand, his eyes scanning the room for something to do during this time.
His eyes flitted over the room, passing up books and various furniture items in their quest for entertainment.
His eyes finally settled on his solid-oak desk, and a stack of paper right on top of it.
His lips curled into a thin smile.
Minato's brow was furled in absolute concentration as he stared down the length of his room. He squinted a bit as he took in every detail of the situation.
He hummed, seemingly satisfied, as he crumpled up the paper in his hand, and threw it across the room. The ball sailed across the room, and landed neatly in the wastebasket next to the door. Minato let out a short and soft holler of triumph as he balled up another bit of paper and hurled it at the wastebasket again.
Coincidentally, the door a happened to open just as Minato realized his shot was going to be wide, and most likely hit the person in the doorway.
The paper made a dull smack as it hit the person in the doorway.
Please don't be Mitsuru, please don't be Mitsuru…
He cracked open an eye to see Shinjiro Arigaki standing in his doorway with a bowl of soup in his hands.
Crap. Second place.
Shinjiro looked at the ball of paper, and then at the wastebasket. Thankfully, the next words out of his mouth were not "You have five seconds to explain why I'm not strangling you right now" but a simple…
"Bored, huh?" he mumbled, setting the soup (chicken noodle, of course) down on the night stand.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Minato decided it was safe to reply.
"Nothing else to do but be bored." Minato sighed, balling up another piece of paper for another attempt.
Shinjiro let out a sort of sympathetic grunt and watched the ball of paper sail into the wastebasket in a perfect shot.
"So, what's going on out there? Haven't heard from you guys in a while." Minato chuckled.
Shinjiro didn't take his eyes off the wastebasket while Minato spoke.
"Weatherman says the typhoon'll die down by tomorrow. You feeling any better?"
Minato hummed as he missed the wastebasket by a few inches.
"Loads. Just have to wait for the fever to die down, and I'm good to go." he said, crumpling up yet another piece of paper.
Shinjiro stared at Minato and raised his eyebrow in the silent question, 'Why are you still in your room, then?'.
"I'm forbidden to leave, remember?" Minato grumbled as he recalled Mitsuru telling him, in no uncertain terms, not to leave his room, or he'd have her to deal with.
Shinjiro sighed. "Figured it was something like that." He looked at Minato's nightstand. The soup was still there, and faint wisps of steam were still trying to touch the ceiling.
"Eat your soup before it gets cold." he mumbled, getting up.
Minato hummed before setting his current paper ball down, and taking the warm bowl in both hands.
Shinjiro stood in the doorway for a few seconds. He paused…
Behind him, he heard clinking metal, and extraordinarily satisfied 'yum!'s.
"Hey."
The clinking stopped.
He looked over his shoulder and stared at the team leader.
"Get well soon. Aigis is driving us up the wall."
Minato chuckled.
"I'll try to move faster."
Shinjiro shut the door without another word.
Minato smiled at the door for a bit, grateful for both the good news that he wouldn't be staring at these gloomy grey skies much longer, and for the momentary company.
And the soup was delicious too.
"Compliments to the chef." he chuckled, and continued to eat the still-warm soup.
Have fun out there everybody! Be safe!
Read and review, please.
Sincerely,
Funny.