Humph...stupid reviewers...It's not like I made it especially long for you guys or anything! I just...had a lot of ideas that's all! *blush* a-and I don't care if you're pissed, it's NOT for you!
This is merely f-for my 'wife' Coco-Hime! ...* twiddles fingers* since she's the one who gave me the main idea for this chapter.
...baka.
Another warm afternoon.
There wasn't anything to boring or special about this day. Just a nice mellow and comforting atmosphere shielding the house.
Yukimura, being a person usually with the highest good will energy, is now dealing with his weekly arch nemesis.
The scales.
That's right. The scales.
He cracked one eye open and released a sigh as he half knew of result he would receive. Naturally, he's already overcome the denial stage and zoomed on to depression. Downstairs waiting for him is a single slice of lemon pie with his name on it. Literally. Well, to protect his special sweet he put a little tag next to it with a polite and frightening warning.
All that effort has gone to waste.
If it weren't for the local cake store down the road offering deliciously tasty fattening treats for half price every day, dragging his feather like body towards it with that alluring scent tickling even the tiniest hairs of his nose, Yukimura's temptation would've dropped by now.
It's such a difficult task.
No matter how many times his pals try to convince poor Yuki about this, the scales always told the truth.
The horrid, brutal truth.
"M...Maybe I should take my diet to the next level..." he tried to remain calm but the comical streams of tears proved otherwise.
Sure he can dash out his depression as much as he wants but the hardest part of all is the acceptance.
He loathed the fear of Mitsunari seeing him only as a fat slob; he already knew he would never say anything like that. But seeing as it is Mitsunari of all people, he just can't shake the feeling that he would say encouraging words in order for him to stop the waterworks. Who knew being in love could have such harsh consequences?
With a single finger, the tears were thrown towards the floor, and now with clenched fist Yukimura cleared his throat and let out a mighty roar. He came here to have fun with everyone so there's no time to be negative. There are countless things he can be doing right now to take his mind off this.
Plus the festival will be ready in a few days. At least according to his rough memory, and maybe after playing all the fun activities and stuff, he might lose a pound of two. Yeah!
Leaning outside the bathroom window he craned his head to the biggest star in the sky; it's a shame to have been delivered a downfall like that on such a brilliant day. "NO!" He slapped his cheeks "Happy thoughts, happy thoughts!" Even a dainty little butterfly danced across his view. He must have a great scent considering the sudden attraction he gets almost once a day.
Bees too.
"Naariiiiiiiiii!" he called out to his love outside, who immediately looked up in response, as well did Sakon. They were hanging out the clothes using the nifty punishment box to attach two lines from it to the wall of the house. Sakon had to admit, observing Mitsunari willingly hanging the clothes on the washing line without fail was a fairly rare sight.
Mitsunari waved back baring a rather forceful smile "...gosh, he's such a ditz." He could feel his entire face burn up at the sight of him.
Waving and slipping out the window.
"YUKIMURA!"
Oh what to do? There's no way any of them are able to catch the boy from that height. If only Yukimura could randomly gain cat like abilities and land on his feet. But, to their surprise, Yukimura managed to stop in mid fall. A relieved sigh passed out Mitsunari's mouth.
Though it was strange to see his boyfriend ascending back up the window like a magnet, but eventually he fell and plopped into the basket of wet clothes.
That's after hitting his back and rolling off the second pull-out roof.
Truly fascinated by this Sakon cupped his chin and supported his elbow with his other hand "A risky move." he thought now baring an impressed grin, "An acrobat in training?"
With a tiny 'Meep' Yukimura scrambled out from the basket as fast as he could, as it was a normal reaction to a cold texture. He rubbed the back of his head with a bashful eyesmile "Tehe. I fell out the window-ouch!" it didn't last long thanks to the large bump he received from Mitsunari.
"Geez what the hell is wrong with you! Moron! What would you do if you actually hurt yourself HMMM?" he scolded as cute little steam clouds puffed out from the top of his head.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Yukimura quickly apologized in his cowered position. Mitsunari could've smacked him but he didn't have the time nor could be bothered to unleash a second attempt. "Gosh...just stay inside and keep away from the windows." He scooped up a couple of shirts into a bundle.
"Okay! But..." The dark brunette rubbed under his nose since burning sensation of the pollen flown up his nostrils had triggered this action. "What if the room gets stuffy?"
"Then call me and I'll do it! Just go!" Mitsunari hissed at him, waving a fast dismissing hand and glaring daggers "And next time, don't come outside without anything on your feet!" he turned away with a huff and lifting his nose in a stuck up way.
Yukimura hurried to the sliding door, he had a feeling he'd end up with the entire basket thrown to his head if he didn't obey. But then, he froze. His brain sent his feet a message to twirl a one eighty on his heels and head back to Mitsunari and Sakon. He precisely remembered the router he assembled for the gang after numerous scolding for not maintaining the house as promised. Laundry day was to be done by two people. Today as scheduled was his and Sakon's turn.
So why is Mitsunari...?
"Ah...I get it now." He rubbed his head again and sighed at his lack of understanding. He reached out for the top of Mitsunari's head, gently caressing it. Mitsunari jerked a little from the touch and let out a startled yelp, causing the satisfied Yukimura to softly chuckle "You don't need to this for me Mitsunari, it's alright. I forgot all about it so I'll take it from here."
Of course Yukimura doesn't need to look directly at his face to know what expression he's forming. "...I'm doing this because I want to, Yuki." The light brunette mumbled into the pile to hide his face.
Yukimura blinked, slowly removing his hand "What? I didn't hear-"
"GO AWAY YUKIMORON!"
Yukimura winched at his harsh tongue but luckily counted with his gentle and comforting smile. The one Mitsunari loves. That's the main reason Mitsunari didn't turn around; he was afraid that even at the tiniest glance, he would not be able to pull himself away from that captivating smile. Mitsunari's lucky alright, but he's not going to admit it.
"All right! I'm going I'm going!" the cheerful brunette rubbed the back of his head as he laughed. Oh how he wanted to lunge at the beauty and give him a big squeeze.
The single scarred Sakon took note of Yukimura's face bursting with love and sent him a disagreeing head shake. Yukimura laughed again and walked off, grabbing his chin at something else he just remembered "Hmmm...That's funny...I could've sworn I was wearing socks earlier..."
Mitsunari tilted to the left gently, puzzled at the tanned male's movements and concluded that the wisest idea is not to ask why. He might end up listening to another zany scheme or something related to that.
"Honestly, what am I going to do with him? He's so freaking clumsy!" Mitsunari shoved the shirts in to Sakon's arms, then pulled one out to hang on the line and continued his little complaint with a cloth peg in his mouth. "He might as well lie down on the street and allow cars to run him over."
Sakon narrowed his eyes to the slits and stroked his chin with a free hand. Here's another thing that shocked him today.
Since the latter was already engulfed with examining the pile for any dirt spots, he gradually let out his slight irritation with a grumble. "I swear to god if he got ANY mud on the clean clothes...GRRRR!"
"...you're beginning to sound more and more like your mother every day you know."
Mitsunari flinched and whipped round to Sakon with the face of upmost disgust, nearly dropping a green t-shirt. He hated being caught off guard like that "WHA-? Are you retarded? I'm nothing like her! She's loud, she's clingy and so damn annoying." He immediately protested and distracted himself with the usual hair fiddling.
"Pretty much fits you in a nutshell don't it?" Sakon asked with a knowing smirk.
"Fuck you." Mitsunari growled and flipped him off.
"By the way, you know the festival's coming up right?"
"Duh." Mitsunari held suspicions to the change of topic, and to that uncharacteristic expression.
"I dare you to dress as a Geisha." Sakon clicked his fingers
His prediction was right "NOT EVEN IF YOU PAID ME." Mitsunari held up a fist, the vein inside pulsed intensely.
Sakon's eyes narrowed "Damn it."
"What the hell were you thinking...?" Mitsunari hung his body down a little to express his sudden exhaustion. Then he remembered how capable Sakon is when provoked. (I.e. neck snapping) He prayed to god that he's not planning to do it randomly.
"A-ACTUALLY NEVER MIND!" he twirled towards the door as he trembled, marble sized spheres of sweat appeared around his face "DON'T TELL ME." He went back inside to search for more clothes pegs.
It was a mere tug of the handle but the brunette was ambushed by a chalkboard eraser. It landed with a tiny 'pwof~!' to his head, almost in comparison to a hand sized and overstuffed cushion. Silence hit as the younger one pulled the item down and examined it thoroughly...
And snapped it in half.
"...SSSSSSSAKOOOOOON!"
Birds in nearby trees quickly took flight to escape the high pitched screech.
"Oh my God...I can't believe you fell for that!" his flimsy attempt of hiding his laugh behind his hand was a success, the prevention of hot tears streaming wasn't so lucky.
"WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE ONE OF THESE?"
"Because it's funny." Sakon paused to rewind the event of his achievement in his head and spat out laughing.
"GRRRRRRRRRRR...damn it I don't have time for thi-!" Mitsunari tripped over an ankle high line of clingfilm that had been taped to one side of the opened sliding door and the wall.
"WOOHOO! Bait number two!" Sakon punched the ground as he held his fiercely tickled gut.
"SAAAKOOOOOOOOON!" if only the chalk he's coughing out burst into a flamethrower and burned Sakon down to a crisp. To top that delusion, the image of himself morphing into a dragon and swallow the other in one gulp. In that head of the brunette, anything is possible when his brain is switched to ultimate rage.
But...Yukimura went inside long time before he did. So how in the world could this possibly happen to him and not Yukimura? It's not like Yukimura would walk up to it, glare in suspicion and open the other sliding door. That's not really his style.
Unless he too was in on Sakon's prank.
"STUPID YUKIMURAAAAAAAAA!"
And at moment, the young, foolish teen realised the dry white substance provoking his senses to rub his eyes was not actually chalk dust...
But itching powder.
"MY EYEEEEEES!"
Mitsunari endlessly cursed every swear word he could remember in a short space of time and hurriedly trudged pass the living, heading upstairs to shower before his eye sight suddenly die.
Keiji, being an audience of the whole scenario, chuckled deeply and rubbed his hands together "Heh, guess ma prank worked. Sakon owes me big time now!" he grew tears of satisfaction as he shook his fist and his eyes transforming into yen signs every time he blinked
"What're you talking about Keiji-San?" Yukimura blinked up at the blonde. He didn't pay attention since he was too happy hugging Masamune seconds after he walked in. Yukimura was so attracted to the boy's short and cuddly stature.
Keiji quietly stared at the pair in disbelief then puffed his cheeks as he too wanted a dose of cuteness. "HEYYY! No fair! I wanna hug little Masa-Chan!"
"Noooo~! Not yet! He's so fluffy!" Yukimura chimed and nuzzled Masamune's tanned cheek which lightly turned pink at the unwanted contact.
"LET GO OF ME!" the harmless brat whined and wriggled about trying to break out of Yukimura's strong embrace "I'm not a freaking teddy bear!"
Yukimura buried himself in Masamune's hair and inhaled deeply "Don't be like that Masamune-San! Ooh~ you smell like strawberries!"
Masamune grew oddly embarrassed and pushed Yukimura face away, jumped out of his arms to hug his own shoulders "STOP SNIFFING MY HAIR!" but he ended up falling in the trap of the arms of the blond giant
"Oooh! Speaking of hair..." Keiji proceeded threading through the forest of brown and gasped excitedly at discovery "I FOUND A GREY ONE!"
"NANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-!?"
Kanetsugu dashed in from the kitchen thinking it was a scream of distress. He was half right. His assumption at first was Keiji showing an innocent victim, Masamune, the 'Scary maze game' on Masamune's computer, but that's upstairs. The image is forever lodged in his noggin.
Instead, now with dull and unimpressed eyes, he found Keiji lying in a corner sticking his butt out with vicious bite marks all over his exposed skin and an imprint of Masamune's foot across his face. "Damn it. It was a joke...!"
"H-He called me old...!" Masamune's body was trembling from head to toe as he lightly sobbed into Yukimura's shirt. "Now now, he didn't say that..."
Kanetsugu sighed and ran his fingers down his loosely tied hair. Playing the ignorant card seems to be the best and efficient way to avoid accidentally putting his foot in his mouth "Yo...Where's Mitsunari?" he drawled.
Yukimura's face brightened with excitement to the item in Kanetsugu's hand. It was a pair of black and white stripped socks. "Ah Kanetsugu-San! Are those socks new? Hehe those are just like mine!"
"These ARE yours, Yukimura." Kanetsugu turned to his right and let out a deeper sigh than before.
"Oh? Why do you have them Kanetsugu-San?" Yukimura grew a puzzled look as he obtained the socks slowly, not taking his eyes off Kanetsugu's. "He must like the smell of your feet Yuki!" confirmed Keiji as he rolled to Yukimura's side, completely healed from injuries.
"Kanetsugu's got to be a panty thief! But instead of panties...he steals your socks and squeezes the juices into a bowl and drinks it!"
"Ewww...!" Yukimura screwed up his face, twitching at the sudden chill that ran up his back.
Masamune's was also sickened "That's vile..."
"KEIJI. Do not speak if the only thing you're going to blurt out is unnecessary bullshit." The ponytailed man slowly craned his neck blonde, revealing his sharp fangs. Even Masamune felt sorry for Keiji, and that's saying something.
"So what do you want Yukimura?" he turned to the boy smiling, who jumped timidly at the mood change. "Eh?"
"I'm making sandwiches, do you want one?"
"Yeah yeah! I want a dango sandwich! Dangooooo!" Yukimura punched the air.
"Yukimura I'm not making a dango sandwich." Kanetsugu crossed his arms.
"Dangooooo...?"
"NO."
"Please?"
"..."
... ...
"Damn it." Kanetsugu hung his head over the kitchen sink, doom aura emanating from his head. Masamune had plopped himself on the counter next to him, swinging his legs about and shrugging his shoulders "You have no will power."
"But it's not like you can win after he makes that face right?" he wiggled his finger as he recalled Yukimura's innocent puppy dog look with eyes twinkling brightly and huge drooping ears. The positive aura coming out of Yukimura was just too much for him. It's a shame he can't fulfil his wishes since there's no dangos left in the cupboards.
"A real man can overcome any obstacle."
Kanetsugu groaned and turned back to the sink. "You gonna play it that way...? Fine, then next time the cuddle monsters attack you, I'm just gonna stand and watch..."
The young Masamune's smile twisted a little "What was that Bakane?"
"You heard me."
"Sounds like you're asking for a fight-!" he could've finished his sentence if he didn't miscalculate his jump...and how polished the floorboards are. He expected to be kissing the woodwork but it was thanks to Kanetsugu's existence he was saved from injuries.
Masamune froze; his body was now pressed firmly against the elder ones. Kanetsugu had one hand supporting his head over his shoulder and the other around his waist.
"...K...Kanetsugu?" Masamune squeaked, his eye quietly shaking because of the sudden contact.
"Geez...You're so careless. Think before you leap, fool. I...won't be able to catch you every time. Keep that in mind." Even as his voice deepened, Kanetsugu managed to keep his cool demeanour. "Anyway...are you okay?" he asked before swiftly turning his head to the left and patting the brunette's head.
Though he may be oblivious to his own reactions, Masamune's eye slightly shimmered at the question "Ye-Yeah..." and he stuttered out his reply. He knew how vibrant his blush was and had failed to stop it from worsening. "His scent is...kinda soothing..."
SPLOOOORTTT!
"Guhhh~~!"
"Yukimura?!" the two flinched simultaneously at the sound of fast dripping water.
Yes it was Yukimura at the doorway holding his hands in a bowl form to catch the thin line of blood dribbling out his nostrils. Fast. "Ahhhh~~ Dun worry about mehhh...~ahahaaaa~!" he smiled wearily and set his brain to replay his delusion of the two one more time.
Kanetsugu batting his thick black eyelashes as to make the delicate Masamune swoon into his arms, and at that moment, as skin finally brushed skin, pink and purple flowers quickly bloom in the background, filling the spaces with their sheen coated petals.
He brushed the hair away from Masamune's ear, tickling the shell with a finger and leaned in close enough for his breath to enter inside leading to his eardrum "You silly...you're doing this on purpose...aren't you?"
"Ah...you got me." Masamune giggled in to his hands "It was the only way to feel your muscular arms around me...Kane."
The raven haired smirked and gently pressed his forehead against Masamune's. "Masako, you don't need to plan to get a hug from me...I'm already yours..."
A bunch of twinkling stars floated above Yukimura's head as he closed his eyes and his lips curled upwards "Ahh...such a wonderful fantasy..." The blood refused to stop its mighty flow. Even with two tissues jammed up his nose.
And a half filled bucket Masamune placed under his hands.
"You're not right in the head Yuki." Kanetsugu snapped him back into reality only with the use of his fingers.
Masamune twitched at the unmanly name "...'Masako'?"
"Anyway...You two didn't answer my question earlier."
Suddenly the two brunettes sent the black haired male blank stares. "...What was it again?" they asked innocently. A single sweat bead formed on Kanetsugu's right temple, mostly out of shock because of Yukimura's miraculous recovery from blood loss.
Kanetsugu breathed out tiredly, hands on hips "Where is Mitsunari...?"
"OHHH!" Yukimura gasped loudly. He caught his fist with his other hand after a ten second silence "I dunno."
Masamune shrugged his answer. And just like a flash of lightning, an idea hit him; if he was not mistaken he saw the prudish teen earlier coated in white. "I think I saw his ghost hovering up the stairs!" he cackled darkly, sending the squealing Kanetsugu to his knees.
"KIIIIYAA~AAAAA~AAAAAAAAAHH~!" he was gripping his head, declining all sounds with his sweaty palms. "Iamdeaf...Iamblind...Iamdeaf...Iamblind!" Then he turned away with irises shrinking so fast the whites were only visible.
Just then Keiji strolled in, ready to roam the fridge. Instead he was just staring down at Kanetsugu questionably.
"M-Masamune-San...! You shouldn't say things like that!" Yukimura started swinging his arms around in panic, sweat floating above his head.
"Tch, why not? It can't hurt anybody~" Masamune carolled with a tiny glint in his eye. "...ULTIMATE BLACKMAIL!"
Keiji lifted a hand and opened his mouth to speak but decided not to. He might as well join in all the fun. He eased his way to Kanetsugu and hissed in his covered ear "Hehe be careful Kanetsugu...or Mitsunari's corpse will crawl up from behind and-"
Punch.
It hadn't even been five seconds and already Keiji was beaten to a pulp. He nearly forgot how strong Kanetsugu can be at times. "Buhh...why did he hit me...!?" he blew a raspberry at Masamune considering he started the teasing.
So much for fun.
"Keiji's being mean to me...!" Kanetsugu took his turn in crying into Yukimura's comforting chest. "Now now..."
But!
Keiji did not give up! He found a new toy to play with! Yes, that toy happens to be the fluffy and clean Mitsunari sitting peacefully on the living room carpet. One must wonder how wounds like a black eye and bruises could heal in only a matter of seconds for this boy.
Joining Keiji in the couch were Sakon and Yukimura, who gladly cut four pizza shaped pieces of watermelon for them.
What he didn't expect was Keiji usage of the leftover seeds to be used as target practice. Keiji specifically placed the plate in a certain spot behind Mitsunari, who had finished his bath and wearing his spectacles, so he can, without fail, spit every seed that came out of his mouth, hit the back of Mitsunari's head and land safely in the plate.
Chew, spit. Chew, spit.
"KORAAAAAAAA!"
Sakon lazily grinned and gave him thumbs up "Nice aim."
So, back in the kitchen, Kanetsugu had put his sandwich making to a halt just to study the remaining lad's actions.
Masamune quietly noticed this and blushed a little "...What? What's with that look? Well if you must know, I just so happen to be very hungry, it's not because you actually being here that's put me in the mood for sandwiches. You're simply in my way of the stuff I'm planning to put in my scrumptious sandwich!"
With his head lifted snootily, Masamune proudly pointed to all the ingredients he was referring to. This happened to be everything Kanetsugu wanted put in his sandwich. The dark haired male continued to stare, uninterested to the boy's speech.
"Oh and another thing, you're putting too much spread on one bread and too little on the other! What is wrong with you? Do it properly!" he attacked the counter with his fist at first, then brought it back to his mouth to hide a smug smirk "But then again, I didn't expect you to do it right the first time, you watch the pros next time, you silly imbecile~!"
He could give a little preach of his own, but he had to be in the mood to do such a thing. Besides, all he wants right now is to complete his sandwich in peace. But there's no chance of that happening. "I didn't even need to say a word and that mouth of his can go on forever...how annoying." an exhausted sigh was Kanetsugu's choice of response, that and a "Meh." to follow up.
That word.
That ONE tiny word, caused the brunettes blood boil. "HUH?! ALL YOU CAN SAY IS 'MEH'!? How dare you! That is such an insult to someone as superior like me. I demand more of a dialogue from you, Kanetsugu!" Masamune pointed the accusing finger in declaration. A violent eruption of flames had commenced behind him.
"Maybe I'll talk more if you had something interesting to say." Kanetsugu raised his voice sternly, tilting the red squeezy bottle at an angle to check for the contents through the narrow nozzle "Ah don't tell me it's ran out...!"
"Why you...!" Masamune pounded the counter again. It startled Kanetsugu and had caused him to squeeze the bottle, but thanks to that the red substance eased its way out the nozzle. The bad news, it plopped on Masamune's fist "Eyuck! Kanetsugu! How dare you contaminate my skin with that filth?"
"...you mean the ketchup?"
"YEAH I MEAN THE KETCHUP." He barked back and searched for a napkin to remove the mess off his fingers "How would you like it if I supposedly spilt mustard down your shirt?" Which he did with the yellow squeezy bottle to back up his example. The latter scooped it all up with one finger and flicked it back at Masamune's unguarded face.
"Are you serious? Grow up already. Ketchup is probably man's best friend, unlike your mustard. Sheesh, the damn thing looks like vomit." He stated smugly causing the brunette to glow red and stomp his foot. "How dare you! Do not look down on my mustard!"
"I just did! Ketchup for the win!"
Their foreheads crashed. The amount of force coursing through their bodies was evenly matched, just like their pride and their passion for the sauces.
"Mustard!"
"Ketchup!"
"I. SAID. MUSTARD!"
"AND I. SAID. KETCHUP!"
Kanetsugu and Masamune jumped back a space, now showing one another their somewhat fighting stances. But unlike mortal combat and other fighting oriented games, throwing punches and kicks were clearly not allowed in this area, they had no other options but to settle this battle the old fashion way.
"Rock paper scissors!" they drew out their dealing hand signs and Kanetsugu came out victorious, punching his fist in the air as Masamune glared at his losing scissors. Doom spirits spiralled above him.
"HA! I win! Just like my ketchup!"
"TAKE THAT!" Masamune lunged towards him and jabbed his eyes. He ducked under the table and waited for the fun to begin.
"MASAMUNEEEEEEEE!" just as he planned, Kanetsugu was on a rampage, throwing kitchen utensils all over the place and considering he can't see what the hell he's holding or throwing at the time being, it counted as a bonus to Masamune.
Double bonus as Mitsunari innocently wandered in.
WAIT...THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
"Kanetsugu! Can you make me a-"
Unknown to poor Mitsunari's entrance, Kanetsugu threw the last item in his range towards Mitsunari, striking his large and exposed forehead. Masamune slithered out and covered his mouth. Kanetsugu's eyes sprung open, despite them pulsing red and bursting hot tears "AH SHIT!"
"MITSUNARI!"
The uninvited member was struck for words. His face remained the same, smiling a little and pleasant forming eyebrows, but his eyes had stretched a little, making it easier for his tears to gush out "...w...w-why did you hit me...?" he sniffled.
The other two immediately jumped to his sides flapping their arms in order to calm him down.
"AHHH! DON'T CRY! DON'T CRY MITSUNARI!"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR!"
After cooling off, and denying that he cried, Mitsunari sat down quietly with two white plasters in a shape of an x to hide the sore mark. Now he wished he kept his headband on at the time.
"Sorry about that." Kanetsugu deeply apologised.
"It's fine. I'll let you off. Just don't do it again." Mitsunari replied, inspecting his nails trying not to sound bothered. Of course, he wouldn't scold Kanetsugu badly; he'll save that anger for Sakon later.
"Mitsunari." Masamune begun, his eye fixed upon Mitsunari's features.
"Hmmm?" the light brunette responded absentmindedly
"You know...with your glasses on, you look like a completely different person."
He earned another cross popping vein because of that comment "I don't recall ASKING for your opinion, shrimp."
"You're not so tall yourself, Mitsunarin."
"Don't you start with me, Masa-Chan."
"WHA-"
"Mitsunari." Kanetsugu loudly interrupted. "Don't contacts actually make your vision a lot worse?"
"Apparently. It's the same with glasses. Hnn. I might as well be blind or something..." he quietly mused, pushing his glasses up. "Contacts are a pain anyway, I prefer the specs."
"If that's the case then why don't you wear them more often? It kinda defeats the purpose of the item."
"..."
"Ahahah~ you just don't want to wear them in front of Yukimura, right?" Kanetsugu teased and nudged Mitsunari's arm.
"WRONG!" Mitsunari had a blush but he shook it off with a swift change of subjects "Besides what the hell are you two doing?"
"Making sandwiches. We're deciding which is better, Ketchup or Mustard."
"AND YOU'RE DOING THAT BY DESTROYING THE KITCHEN?"
"C'mon Mitsunari! You're with me right? Ketchuuuup." Kanetsugu darkly encouraged, rubbing the ketchup squeezy bottle against Mitsunari's cheek. Masamune did the same with the other "Mustarrrrrd!"
Mitsunari rolled his eyes and pushed them apart, utterly disappointed. "Oh please. Don't bring me into your stupid argument..."
"IT'S NOT A STUPID ARGUMENT!"
"IT'S TO DECIDE ONE'S FATE!"
Such power in their yells...It actually made Mitsunari's hair blow behind him. "Kanetsugu, YOU of all people shouldn't be acting like a child." He pointed to Kanetsugu and glared at Masamune, who obviously glared back more intensely. "HEY BASTARD! DON'T GLARE AT ME WHEN YOU SAY IT!"
And so, in the end it was still one vote for each side. Mitsunari couldn't take any more of their foolishness and left before any more damage would come to his body today.
So the troublesome duo continued their mini war. Again Masamune hid under the table, wilding the mustard bottle in one hand and gripping the silver ladle in the other. Oh and a pot on his head, he can't forget head protection.
Kanetsugu was just as bad, retreating to his little shelter, the bottom cupboards, holding the ketchup bottle close, waiting for any signs of the one eyed brat from the gap of the door.
Masamune had a hunch that Kanetsugu's wearing different socks to throw him off. How sly of him. Well he's not one to be fooled so easily.
As his breath trembled, he waited for the right moment.
Then he rolled out and squeezed the bottle as hard as he could.
"HIYAA!"
"OORYAA!" Yeah. Who would've thought Kanetsugu would do the same exact thing at the same time? Weird huh?
What's weirder is the victim, Sakon, who had walked in to the battlefield, only needed to shake his head once and all the dots and splashes of the two enemy sauces bounced off his skin and clothes, decorating the whole area instead.
"HIS CLOTHES..."
"...DEFLECTED THE SAUCE?!"
"HOLY SHIIIIIIIT!"
"You two..." Sakon was growling.
"EEEEEK!"
"Just what in the hell are you doing?" he stomped the ground making them respond by kneeling before him. "You better make those sandwiches, unless you're waiting in line for neck snapping."
"...R-RIGHT AWAY SIR!"
Sakon smirked and flipped his hair back "That's right...FEAR ME."
"Uwaa?" Yukimura gasped at the brightness of the room, also being followed by Mitsunari and Keiji "What happened in here?"
"Hehe, our fight kinda got out of hand." Kanetsugu rubbed the back of his head, referring to Mitsunari's forehead and Sakon's death glare.
"A fight?" Yukimura blinked. His second delusion had commenced.
"I...I lost...damn it!" Masamune punched the ground in defeat. How can he face the man he secretly harbours feelings for now?
Little did he know Kanetsugu had already foreseen this but smiled at the young one's determination "Aww don't say that my dear Masako." He cupped his cheeks, stroking them with his gentle thumbs "You are the only one who can truly win my heart..."
"Oh Kane..."
"Hauuu~! Such bliss..." Yukimura's eyes gleamed again.
"Mitsunari... permission to knock him out?" Kanetsugu sighed.
"Permission granted."
"Ahh! Wait a minute! I just wanna get something first..." Yukimura managed to avoid a possible smacking and danced his way over the blobs of ketchup and mustard and made it to the fridge.
Although, his face was full of disbelief once he opened the fridge door, staring at the containments inside. Everything except for his treasured pie was there. Only a few crumbs replaced the spot. "...WHERE'S MY PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE?"
...Oh you're still here? Figures. What a pain. Well don't expect any updates for a while! Humph! *folds arms* You know what? I don't wanna continue this story! There are other stuff I could be doing right now! ¬/ / / /¬
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