Alright, so the first request was from a loser named crystalblue19~

Shipping: Male!PetuniaxFlaky

Rating: T

Word: Cleaning

No before you ask, Petunia was born a male in this story, she did not change her parts. It's genderbent, people. xD He's also a bit more physical than her, in my mind at least.


"Fww," Flaky sat up and wiped her forehead, her back aching from bending over for more than an hour. She dropped the sponge she was holding in a nearby plastic wash bucket, beaming when she saw just how shiny her kitchen floor was after all of her hard labor.

Since the peak of dawn she had been up and around, scrubbing, dusting, wiping, and bleaching almost every last thing in her house. The reason for this, was, it was that time of the year again in Happy Tree Town; spring cleaning!

Every one of her friends knew just how important it was to do their part and get the town clean, but not because they actually took spring cleaning seriously. In all honesty, they thought it was a waste of time, one day filled with just cleaning? Everything was going to get dirty again once they cleaned it, so why would they do it? The answer was simple.

Petunius.

The clean freak was always spazzing out whenever he went somewhere, whether it be the mall, the store, or even the park, and saw that it wasn't as tidy as he wanted it to be. If he saw a piece of trash on the floor, he'd have a panic attack; if it was a smudge on the window, he'd freeze and stare at it, breathing heavily and bathed in sweat until it was wiped; and the most recent drama play had happened when he saw mud splattered all over his car from driving after it had rained. He had nearly put himself in a comma because of it.

Furious at how shabby and poorly taken care of the town was, he had gone to city hall and filed a complaint.

And of course, they had ignored him.

But after hanging up hundreds of fliers, running campaigns, and even creating a traffic disturbance when he was trying to sweep up all of the debris off of the roads, the mayor had begrudgingly passed the rule. So now, every year, the friends would have to slave away and scrub their fingers to bone while trying to get the town to be its cleanest, hoping this would keep his outbursts at bay for another year.

Standing up and slowly realigning her back, Flaky's eyes swept over the room, satisfaction crossing her face. In the five hours and forty-six minutes she had been working, she had managed to scrub down her room, the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and all that was left was her front yard. She was just about to pull out her gardening gloves from the cabinet under the sink, when she heard the chiming of her doorbell.

"Mm?" Already suspecting who it was, she wiped her hands using a paper towel and walked through her living room, reaching the front door. She opened it and smiled softly, giggling. "Oh! I-I knew it was going to be you P-Petunius!"

The blue haired male looked up at her, smiled, and put away the spray bottle and rag he had been used to clean the doorbell before pressing it. "Hey Flaky, I'm just coming around to check that everyone is working, you know how these things don't clean themselves."

"Ehe, y-yeah," Flaky stepped aside and let him in, following the instructions she had memorized from the spring cleaning manual that he had mailed out two weeks previous. The manual had said that he was going to come to all of their houses and have a quick inspection of the place, stating whether it was clean enough for them to stop, or if it was a house for rats that couldn't be inhabited.

She watched anxiously, tugging on her tied up hair, as he walked around her living room, the inspection starting. And do not, again, do not dare think that these inspections were easy to pass; Petunius had set the highest standards and would only accept the house's conditions if it met them. If he were to find even the tiniest speck of dirt or grim anywhere, he would force you to leave while he 'fixed the problem', this taking three to four days at minimum—even if it was a minor problem.

Nibbling her bottom lip, her eyes never left him as he ran his index finger over the surfaces of her furniture and lifting it up to see if it had collected any dust; luckily it hadn't. While he was working, his face fixed in concentration, she couldn't help but think that he looked a bit . . . cute.

Flaky would be lying if she said that her friend wasn't good looking, because for a guy, he could be described as beautiful in her words. With his deep indigo eyes, the slight muscle that stood out from under his blue and white long sleeve shirt when he moved around, and the smoothness of his deep voice—when he wasn't screaming in panic.

The way he laughed at something, brushing his sky blue bangs away from his forehead in a small unintended flip, when he was in a relaxed mood. How he could be caring and helpful, usually lending an extra hand to Handy, guiding The Mole across the street, or just helping her move her things around. Even offering to accompany her when she had gone to comfort Flippy during his depressed state after a mass murder. He really was sweet when he wanted to be, and he could have been a natural born lady charmer . . but his phobia of anything yucky would always get in the ways of that.

The other girls couldn't even stand his OCD when they recalled the past dates they had with him and how he had embarrassed them by wanting them to brush their teeth while in the bathroom, telling them to turn around while they ate so he wouldn't have to see them chew, and even making a scene in front of everyone when something didn't go as he wanted it to.

It didn't really bug her, though, at least, it hadn't bugged her since he had stopped trying to wash her hair to death, hoping to get rid of her dandruff.

Flaky hadn't even realized that she had been lost in thought for minutes now until she caught him staring at her curiously, noticing that she was openly ogling at him. Blushing, she coughed and found that he was almost done surveying her house when he nodded and said,

"You did a pretty nice job cleaning, good for you," Petunius smiled and pat her head, secretly wiping his hand on his pants afterwards as he made his way to the door. "You've done you're part, Flaky, you can relax now—" Suddenly, he stiffened, eyes locked on the area above her chest.

Turning red again under his sudden stare, she rubbed her arm, "P-Petunis?"

Eye twitching rapidly as he started grinding his teeth, he said in a breathless tone, "Y-you have a stain o-on the front of your shirt. Haha, heh, hm!" He clapped his hands together, his smile quivering when he couldn't pull his eyes away from the offensive stain she probably had gotten when she had cleaned under the bathroom sink.

She smiled, beginning to feel nervous as she covered the mark with her hand, "O-oh! Sorry about that! I-I'll go take care of this, you can . . g-go check out the other houses . . !"

He stared at her, struggling to keep from yelling and kicking a hole in the wall, "Are you sure? Because, I think that m-maybe I should help you clean it . . ! Yeah! I'll help you get that stain out and—and—ehaha!"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he was losing it, giving in to his psychological problem as he started grasping and releasing his necklace to distract himself.

"N-no! I'm fine, really, I'm sure this will come out when I throw it in t-the washer—"

"Wrong," Petunius interrupted her. "That should be hand washed. I can do it! You won't even see the stain anymore when I'm done with it!" Chuckling, his body starting to grow twitchy the longer he waited. He smiled at her, eyes widening in urgency.

Okay, he was defiantly off of his nut now.

Staring at him, remembering how harsh he had been while rinsing her hair—he had been using his knuckles to scrub her head in attempts of getting the ever constant flakes out; his knuckles—and how it had lasted from the early afternoon to the late evening, she wasn't going to chance it.

"W-well . . Don't worry about it . . because . . i-it's time for you to go!" Flaky squeaked and spun around, repeating for him to leave as she fast walked down the hallway. She was going to lock herself in her room, knowing how persistent the boy could be when he wanted something clean, he wouldn't leave until some other problem that involved dirt came up.

Nervous sweat gathering in her palms, she tried opening her door knob, panicking when the moistness kept refusing to let her open it. She flinched when another hand dropped on hers, pulling it away from the knob.

"Just let me take care of it first . . !"

xXx

Panting, Flaky blinked through the darkness that filled her closest; yes, her closest, the one in the hallway to be exact. Petunius was crazy, just plain crazy. He had chased her all around her house, then around her yard, then around the neighborhood while screaming that the stain was just getting worse.

Luckily, she had been able to climb over the gate that led to Pop and Cub's yard—and due to her great luck, fell into Cub's kiddy pool on the way—and cut through to make it back to her house before he could figure out where she had gone. She had locked all the doors and windows then crawled into the back corner of the closest, hidden under a pile of winter coats.

But sure enough, half an hour later she had heard an urgent knocking at the door that didn't seem like it would be ceasing. Or at least she thought it wouldn't; for the last twenty minutes she hadn't heard a sound besides her muffled breathing.

It was about time that he had left her alone.

Flaky edged to the closest door and strained her ears to pick up the slightest peep, but hearing nothing. She opened it slowly, looking both ways before crawling out and sighing, exhausted by all the running. She was about to get up and find something to eat, but then the low creaking of wood as it struggled to support something heavy made her stop. Already whimpering, she looked behind her,

Finding Petunius pushed up against the wall next to the closest, standing on top of her hallway table.

"A-Ah!" She screamed in fright when he hopped down from the table and, smiling widely now that he had found her, bent down by her. "N-no! H-how did you get in here!?"

"I crawled in through you're doggy door, but that's not important. I promise this'll be super quick! Just don't move too much so I can get that ugly little stain out!" He threw one of his legs over her, lowering himself so he could put his elbows on the floor and clean her shirt proficiently.

Face flaring up, she wondered if he was able to think straight in the state he was in. Because, maybe if he could, he would have reconsidered straddling her just to clean a measly stain. She stammered, feeling the rough material of his pants rub against her thigh, bunching her skirt up as he adjusted his position into one where he could better attack the nuisance.

"P-Petunius! G-get off of—" Sentence being cut short, she gasped, staring at the ceiling as all the blood in her rushed to her cheeks and settled there. The cause of her major embarrassment was a certain hand that had made its way down the front of her shirt. "W-W-W-Wha-!"

Oblivious to her red face, Petunius was only focused on the stain. Moving his hand around in what room he had in her shirt, he pushed up the spot where the stain was and started feverishly rubbing it with the extra stain remover he always carried in his back pocket.

He could've been paying less attention to the flushed girl as he continued his cleaning, not knowing that he was even making her uncomfortable. The only reason he had shoved his hand between her breasts, anyways, was just to get the stain out~

Yup, this was how spring cleaning went every year.


That's done with :3 So yes, I am taking gender swapped characters too 8D If anyone can think of a better name for him—because Crystal and I really suck at names—I'd be so happy to hear it!

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KA-CHOW! Then I have one or two ideas I want to write for myself~ Hope you liked this xD