A/N:You know the drill: Haven't updated in a bit, bored. Don't worry, I'll update a different story (Sometime...), but this has been typed for at least a week. What! No one has reviewed. Oh well, this was just for fun. I don't care about reviews on this fanfic. Pisard's last episode is six, right...Alright. So, onto the disclaimer. Since this probably will be the last, and only, time he'll be mentioned in this fanfiction...Pisard?

Pisard: *Grumbles a bit* The author doesn't own anything from Pretty Cure or Facebook.

Chapter Title: Bad Mood

Status Inspiration: "I have duct tape, rope, an empty storage unit, AND an alibi lined up. I'd be careful how you speak to me today! Just saying!"

Time Setting: Between episodes 5 and 6 of 'Futari wa Precure'

Words: 266

The next day came quick, meaning another day of tutoring. It wasn't helping Nagisa today though. Her eyes were bloodshot. The lacrosse player was tired from last night's battle against her most enemy. Okay yes homework is one of her enemies, but that wasn't who I was talking about. It was Pisard.

She looked at Honoka writing a science problem on the board for her to solve. Nagisa picked up her pencil and moved her hand.

Nagisa spoke up the answer. Honoka smiled, pleased, and erased the board. She continued to put another problem on the board.

The orange haired girl thought as Honoka wrote. Stupid Pisard. Thanks to him, I couldn't stay awake today. I even got a detention for sleeping in class. She pressed her pencil harder as she continue to write. He better not do anything today or I swear…

Her lead broke. Honoka turned around, concerned, to look at the girl. Nagisa was continuing to move her pencil without lead, staring into space and her mind in its own little world. Honoka moved over to the girl, looking at what she was writing.

Honoka grabbed the paper and looked at it, bringing Nagisa back to reality. "Huh?" The orange haired girl looked at her pencil, noticing the lead.

"Duct tape, rope, a closet, an alibi, and Pisard." Honoka looked up from Nagisa's drawings. "Um…Do I want to ask, Nagisa?"

Nagisa laid her hand on her palm, her elbow on Honoka's desk, and looked away from the dark blue haired girl. She murmured, "I'd be careful how you speak to me today, Honoka…"

A/N: Oh, P.S. Happy 11-11-11 everyone!