Hola Motherhopers. Here's another chapter. Longer, bigger, better and louder! Cue the awkward attraction, Mikey being oblivious, couch ninjas and pizza doodles! Woo hoo!
As I rampage through this city, causing mass mayhem and panic, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Flame and/or fluff. Don't care.
Inside Lily and Mitsuki's place, Mitsuki had just double checked the apartment for Agent F and his men. Thankfully there was nothing suspicious, now she could relax and… let Mikey down.
"Um Mitsuki," Mikey said, poking the blue-haired woman on the head. "I appreciate this, I really do, but uh…"
Mitsuki glanced at Mikey from looking under the throw pillows on her couch. The actress was still carrying the red-headed American bridal-style, just to make sure he really wouldn't get hurt. She was also all too happy to have Mikey so, so close to her. Mitsuki didn't feel the heat from Mikey's breath on her face, since red-hot flush lines were all over her face.
"The royal treatment is a little much," the American added a little uneasy with the shower of attention from the blue-haired actress but seeming not to notice Mitsuki's love-struck giggle or hue.
Mitsuki nearly fainted at seeing Mikey's face so close to hers.
"What do you mean "royal"?" she beamed but sweat-dropped. "I carry everyone through my house like this!"
Hoping that was enough to throw any suspicion, Mitsuki glanced over her shoulder and flicked another throw pillow with her foot. No explosive spy pens, poison darts or throw pillow-disguised ninjas.
"There!" she cheered, letting Mikey down. "Everything in the house is worthy of your fine feet, hands, face and butt!"
Mikey gave a tiny smile.
"Thanks Mitsuki!" he beamed.
Mitsuki gave a big love-struck sigh, her head inflating and her anime eyes turning to big "♥"s.
"Make yourself comfortable Mikey!" she beamed and skipped to the kitchen. "I'll put the pizza doodles into the micro!"
The American sat down on the lip-shaped couch with the flowery girl smell and grabbed the big pink, girly remote. He flicked on the television and turned it to a super-spy movie. Mikey was completely oblivious to the world around him, for the fact that his life was being schemed against and that the friendly Mitsuki had an enormous crush on him. And he really didn't notice the couch in the corner of the room move.
Nothing in the freezer, nothing in the microwave and nothing in the pizza doodle box. Mitsuki was starting to get very suspicious. The Agency she once worked for was bumbling but crafty and it wasn't like them to go this long without trying something. Mitsuki put the microwaveable pizza pockets into the microwave and pressed in the desired time.
As the re-heating machine warmed the pizza doodles, Mitsuki was stealing peeks at Mikey Simon. He was sitting on her couch, oblivious look on his face while totally wrapped up in some show about stupid barbecue-covered people getting attacked by animals. He was so cute, hansom, good-looking and beautiful there on the couch, picking his nose and whipping it on the underside of his shoe.
Mikey would make an excellent boyfriend someday. He was so caring, helpful, courteous, gentle, thoughtful, strong and funny. Mitsuki's perfect husband! As her tongue hung out of her head, the microwave dinged, making Mitsuki jump in the air. Seeing that it was only the microwave and not some enemy's partial atom scrambler ray gun, Mitsuki whipped her forehead. Getting some oven mitts she retrieved the pizza doodles, put them on a plate and walked back into the living room.
"Pizza doodles are do-!" Mitsuki stopped, seeing a ninja sneaking up on Mikey from behind and now within pouncing distance of the American.
Thinking on her feet, Mitsuki grabbed one of the lava hot pizza rolls and hurled it at the sneaky enemy ninja. Mikey caught Mitsuki's movement through the corner of his eye, as the ninja fell, the screaming hot microwaveable snack hitting him in the face.
"Silly me!" Mitsuki blurted out quickly, sweat-dropping and rubbing the back of her head. "I accidentally threw a pizza doodle! I'll get it! Here Mikey!"
She shoved the plate of piled high pizza doodles into Mikey's hands and dove behind the couch. Shrugging, Mikey turned back to the television. The noises from the show he was watching drowned out the merciless pummeling Mitsuki was giving the ninja intruder, just behind the couch Mikey Simon was sitting on.
Mitsuki had the ninja in a half-nelson, shoving the piping hot pizza roll into the ninja's mouth to muffle his plaintive cries of pain. Having no choice but to swallow the molten hot pizza doodle, the ninja man's eyes went into anime "X"s as fire poured out of his scorched mouth. With the attacker KOed, Mitsuki grabbed the ninja by the back of his pants, ran out of her apartment and to the elevator. She hurled the ninja dude into the elevator, punched the "ground floor" button then the "maximum overdrive" button. Diving out of the elevator at the last second, the machine took off like greased lightning toward the ground floor. Without missing another beat, Mitsuki ran back to her apartment, silently closing the door behind her.
To her relief, Mikey was still sitting on the couch and eating his pizza pockets, ignorant to the ninja that nearly pounced on him. Puffing out an anime sigh of relief, Mitsuki walked back over to him and did a last check over of the room.
"Hey Mitsuki!" the American called out into the air, like she was in the other room.
Mitsuki, being right there though, she clapped her hands to her ears as she anime stiff fell over.
"I'm right here Mikey," she said happily zipping up off of the floor, trying not to be rude.
Mikey jumped in his seat.
"Holy Molé, Mitsuki!" the red-head gasped. "I'm gonna have to put a bell on you or something, so I know where you are."
First Mitsuki sweat-dropped, then she realized… that wasn't a bad idea. Maybe she could get a nice little cat bell for Mikey to wear around his neck, so she'd know where he was all the time. As that mischievous, semi-evil idea circled her brain, flashes of a sneaky anime lightning flashed around Mitsuki's head. Then she caught Mikey looking at her funny.
"Did you need something, Mikey?" she cheered, blush lines heating her face for a second before her big, anime green eyes inflated with happy. "A glass of soda? More pizza doodles? A massage? A kiss?"
"What was that last one?" Mikey questioned, his eyes planted on the TV again.
Mitsuki gasped as the sound of an emergency bell rang through the air. Her anime body shrunk to the floor.
"I-I said… A list? Yeah! A list of the upcoming television programs?" the blue-haired woman returned, saving herself.
Mikey shook his head and Mitsuki whipped her brow again, thanking that he overlooked her blatant statement.
"I just want to know if you got more pizza doodles?" the American questioned shoving the last four pretty big pizza rolls into his mouth.
He handed the plate back at Mitsuki, his face and mouth covered in tomato sauce. Mitsuki thought it was one of the cutest things she'd ever seen Mikey do. Smiling wide she took the plate. Mikey turned back to the television, licking the sauce off of his fingers, mouth and nose. As he wasn't looking Mitsuki's anime body went to love-struck mush as she lovingly gazed at her crush. He was soooo cute!
In that second, when she glanced at him, there was a red dot from a laser guided net launcher on his forehead. Mitsuki immediately gasped. Mikey glanced up only to be immediately tackled by her. With a yelp of surprise from the American, both co-workers/friends/awkward love-interests tumbled to the floor.
As pizza doodle crumbs fell from the sky like a romantic rain and onto Mikey's face, there was a moment Mitsuki was on top of him. In the flickering TV light, Mitsuki looked… awesomer than a rocket-powered skateboard.
Zipping to the window, Mitsuki immediately pulled the curtain. Muttering curses under her breath Mitsuki paused she pressed her back against the wall the window was on. There was probably an agent suction-cupped to the window with a laser guided dart launcher. They will stop at nothing. Mikey was not safe.
"Mitsuki?" she heard Mikey question at her. "What-?"
"Cameraman!" Mitsuki blurted out serious look on her face before she put on a fake smile. "There was a paparazzi cameraman! Yeah, he always hangs outside our window to take pictures! He was out there again!"
Mikey gave her another funny look as he sat up. The blue-haired actress/ex-spy had to think on her feet to get rid of the assassin and to avert Mikey's suspicion.
"But don't worry!" Mitsuki chimed coming up with a brilliant idea that was ironically a lie. "Me and Lily have a system to get rid of him!"
With that she dashed to her dresser and zipped back up to Mikey.
"All right, this is our paparazzi procedure!" Mitsuki beamed holding a mask in her hands. "Usually Lily puts this on because she can really pull off the nasty monster behavior, but seeing that she's not here, I'll do it!"
And without another word Mitsuki slipped on an ugly red monster mask that looked like Guano on his worst day.
"You gotta help me with this Mikey!" she cheered, trying to make it sound like they were in no danger. "On my signal you open the curtain and I'll scare him."
And a totally excited smile leaped off of Mikey's face.
"Awesome!" Mikey cheered.
The American smiled widely and ran to the curtain rod. Mitsuki made sure her mask was on before she gave Mikey a nod. Holding in a guffaw Mikey twisted the curtain rod. The assassin/sneaky agent was seen, trying to cut his way through the window with a diamond-bladed glass cutter. When the curtain opened he looked up. At that moment mask-wearing Mitsuki jumped at the window.
The agent freaked, his anime face exploding with fear and surprise as his arms flailed. His hands were not on his suction-cup wall climbers and he fell. Thankfully his safety harness made sure that he didn't splat on the sidewalk below, but acted as a bungee cord. He was going to spend the rest of the night bouncing around like a human yoyo. The agent screamed as he flew up and fell down and flew up and fell down and flew up and fell down…
Mitsuki was relieved that another capture attempt was avoided and that Mikey was laughing his American socks off. He didn't suspect a thing. Making sure the curtains were drawn and everything was secure, Mitsuki then allowed herself to snicker, giggle, laugh and then guffaw. Mikey was rolling around on the carpet, holding his sides as he laughed so hard that his head was red.
"Mitsuki!" the American gasped for air as his laughter died to mere giggles. "That was genius! Absolute gen-! I gotta go! I'm gonna pee myself!"
Still laughing, Mikey ran for the bathroom. As soon as he was out of the room, Mitsuki stopped her fake laughing. Yet another very close attempt on Mikey's safety. The American wouldn't be safe two seconds away from her. There's no telling what the Agent F would think up next. Somehow Mitsuki needed to be near enough to Mikey to prevent Agency agents from harming him. But how?
Mikey then came walking out of the bathroom whipping tears of laughter out of his eyes and still in a fit of giggles.
"I gotta write that one down Mitsuki," the American voiced, snickering. "That would give so many of those pesky paparazzi something to take pictures of."
Mitsuki wasn't listening as she was lost in thought and she merely hummed her agreement. If the Agency was all ready picking at the windows, they've probably surrounded LilyMu Towers and were coming in at every angle.
"Uh Mitsuki?" Mikey questioned waving his hand in front of her face. "Are you okay? You're acting kinda strange."
And just like that the blue-haired woman got lost in Mikey Simon's eyes. Momentarily she forgot about all of her troubles as she gazed into the American's bewitching eyes. Mitsuki's head inflated with happy before she rubbed the back of her neck.
"I'm just fine Mikey!" she cheered. "Sorry about tackling you. But I'm sure you wouldn't want a scandalous photo of you and me here, alone, to be on the front page."
The thought made her shrink, her anime eyes filling with gooey unshed tears. But to her absolute surprise the American shrugged.
"I don't mind," Mikey replied, easy smile on his face, "being seen with you."
Mitsuki's heart stopped, skipped a beat and did a back-flip in her chest.
"I'm having a blast! Best Wednesday night ever!" the American cheered, throwing his hands in the air before walking back over to the couch.
Mitsuki forgot to think, breathe or close her stunned anime mouth that was practically falling off of her face.
Did h-h-he just-…? Did Mikey just tell her he didn't mind being seen alone with her? Granted, not a firm basis for a possible romance, but as close as he's ever offered to her! A pair of joyful anime tear rivers ran down Mitsuki's cheeks, and sparkles appeared all around her as her chibi body floated off of the floor and into the air. Running into the kitchen, an extra skip to her step, Mitsuki heated another batch of the pizza pockets.
About two and a half minuets later, Mitsuki emerged from the kitchen with a fresh batch of pizza doodles. Beaming, twirling and skipping over to Mikey the blue-haired woman handed him another plate of pizza snacks.
"Here you go Mikey!" she chimed.
The American peeled his eyes off of the TV for a second and accepted the plate of pizza doodles with a smile.
"Thanks!" Mikey smiled.
With another love-struck sigh, Mitsuki turned on her heels and walked back into the kitchen, but before she could…
"Hey Mitsuki," she heard Mikey call her.
Turning around, her eyes met Mikey's.
"You need something else?" she asked cheerily. "I've got lemonade, soda, coffee, and that sports drink you love so much!"
Mikey gave a small chuckle, and then rubbed the back of his neck diffidently.
"Nah," he replied. "I was just wondering if I was gonna have to eat all of these pizza doodles and watch TV all by myself or if you were gonna help me or what?"
The American shrugged at his friend, the light from the television hiding the fact that there was a teeny-tiny, itty-bitty, teensy-weensy blush on his face. To Mikey's relief, Mitsuki didn't smack him or call him a spaz like Lily usually did when he asked her to share a plate of pizza pockets by the limelight of a dim television while watching people get mauled by ravenous animals. Mitsuki's head inflated with pure joy.
"Sure! I'll help you eat those Mikey!" she cheered.
And she sat down next to him and grabbed a pizza doodle. Mikey gave a shy smile and returned his eyes to the television. Maybe Mitsuki didn't notice his blush or his bashful smile when she sat next to him. The two sat together, enjoying the television special and pizza pockets.
This night was too good to be true. Mitsuki was thrilled! Mikey just asked her, in his own special nonchalant way, to sit with him and eat pizza doodles! Yippee!
Cue cute little dancing sushi!
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It had been a long, hard night for Lily. Not only did she see her boss Ozu at the anger management class, she blew up on the teacher. But it totally wasn't her fault! The class instructor didn't bother to shower, brush his teeth or wear sleeves. You could totally see the bush of nasty sweaty hair under his armpit from space! So after the LilyMu sweetheart had that temper attack, Lily was given a big, fat zero for the day, and she had to clean all of the booger covered desks in that public building!
Now Lily was dragging into LilyMu Towers at half past one- IN THE AM! With a fog of fatigue hanging over her blond head and running on mere fumes, Lily opened her apartment's door. Giving a tired groan into the air, she caught that the TV was on. Mitsuki was probably up late watching a tear-jerking animal show, eating raw cookie dough out of a tube… again! Rolling her eyes and sighing Lily trudged her way over to the living room to turn off the TV. As she walked around the couch, looking for the remote, Lily nearly fainted. Her stiff anime body froze at seeing Mitsuki and Mikey sleeping shoulder to shoulder on the couch.
"OMG!" Lily hissed on a whisper.
Taking the remote out of Mitsuki's hand, the blond LilyMu sweetheart smacked her roommate over the head with it. Mitsuki awoke with a jolt, hand forming a judo fist. But as soon as she saw who hit her, Mitsuki sighed. Lily was so close to getting her head busted in than she knew.
"Ow!" the blue-haired woman whispered, as not to wake Mikey who was sleeping on her shoulder. "What's your problem?"
Lily pulled on her hair before making a disgusted face.
"Mitsuki! Get away from him! You'll get spaz cooties!" Lily whisper ranted.
And inferno of a blush hit Mitsuki's face.
"I can't! He'll wake up!" she objected.
Lily silently growled, a blast of anger steam shooting out of her nose.
"That's disgusting Mitsuki! Not on my couch! Get a room!" she shot back on a whisper.
Mitsuki's face only flushed more.
"Lily! Please!" the blue-haired woman whispered holding a finger over her mouth, shushing her friend. "Mikey's just passed out from eating all of our pizza doodles!"
That only increased Lily's rage her head inflating with anger, seeing that those pizza doodles were all hers.
"Get that knucklehead out of my home! Now!" Lily fired back, whispering of course. "You are buying me more pizza doodles Mitsuki!"
If only Lily knew that Mitsuki's past was back and starting to bite her in the butt, though Mitsuki figured Lily wouldn't care that Mikey's life was in danger. Maybe she'd start caring if she knew Mitsuki had no intentions of making Mikey go home, in fact, Mitsuki was going to have Mikey sleep nearby. That way, the Agency's chances of capturing the American were significantly diminished.
LIE, MITSUKI! LIE!
"All right," Mitsuki surrendered her chibi body shrinking with meekness, quietly. "I'll take him home."
That slated Lily's fury.
"Good," she returned back to normal size, voice soft and fluffy hair. "I'm going to bed. Wake me before noon."
With that the blond LilyMu diva sleepily shuffled off to her room and soft, cushy bed, leaving Mitsuki and sleeping Mikey alone once more. The blue-haired woman gulped, wondering what Lily would do if she caught Mikey sleeping in the same apartment as her. But that all faded when Mitsuki felt Mikey's soft breath on her neck. Looking down, Mitsuki caught the American in the cutest sleeping expression. Mitsuki's head inflated with happy and glee. It wasn't a dream! Mikey was sleeping on her shoulder! Just like a real couple!
Mitsuki held in a squeal of happiness as she recounted her options. She could leave Mikey out here on the couch, but he'd be exposed to Lily and attack from the Agency, since this was the living room of course. Mitsuki shuttered at the thought of Lily first throwing Mikey out of the apartment before knocking her head in between her shoulders!
... That left her with only one option… Mikey was going to have to sleep in Mitsuki's bedroom with her. It sounded like a good idea. Lifting Mikey's sleeping weight clean off of the couch, Mitsuki strained with effort to get the American into her room.
Making her way through her room with a slumbering Mikey Simon over her shoulder, Mitsuki gently plopped him down on her bed. Mikey moaned a little and turned over in his sleep. Mitsuki's head inflated with love before she zipped over to her closet. She ninja-style put her sushi-themed pajamas on and flipped back over to her bed. Giving the sleeping American a gently push, Mitsuki made room for herself to sleep. Slipping under the covers and lying down carefully as to not jar Mikey awake, Mitsuki's bed felt like heaven on her tired body. With a clap of her hands, the lights flicked off and darkness engulfed the room.
With only a film of Tokyo's artificial light coming from under her window's curtain, Mitsuki felt that Mikey was secure with her. With a determined smile and her eyelids growing heavy, Mitsuki mentally dared the Agency to do their worst. There was no way she'd let Mikey Simon slip into enemy hands! Heck! It'd be easier to steal from Fort Knox than to try anything funny with Mitsuki around! They might as well-!
Suddenly Mikey turned in his sleep again, flopping his arm over Mitsuki's neck and tighten his grip. Mitsuki's eyes flew open as a lava-hot flush hit her face. NOW she was starting to feel the repercussions with having Mikey sleep with her. Mitsuki gave a desperate squeak as she tried to pry Mikey's arm from around her neck. The action merely made him hum happily in his sleep… and into Mitsuki's ear! Mitsuki's face heated even more!
GREAT!
Thinking quickly, Mitsuki reached over and poked a finger into Mikey's ribs. The slumbering American laughed in his sleep and released her, tossing over onto his other side. THANK THE HIGHER POWER HE'S TICKLISH!
Mitsuki puffed out an anime relief sigh and relaxed. As her eyelids began getting heavy again, she heard Mikey giggle in his sleep, apparently still feeling Mitsuki's finger in his ribs.
"Chili cheese fries," Mikey mumbled in his sleep. "That DVD tickles. Mitsuki. Fun stuff."
With another giggle the American snored. Though it was only incoherent babbling in his sleep, Mikey made Mitsuki smile. She smiled a genuine friendship smile as she sat up and starred down at him. Even if Mikey never returned her romantic affections, Mitsuki would always be there for the goofy American. Holding in a happy giggle Mitsuki bent down and pecked Mikey's cheek. The American smiled in his sleep.
"Puppy kisses!" he murmured before scratching his ear.
Mitsuki smiled again and laid back down. Turning once she hugged her friend, burying her face into his shirt. Then Mitsuki turned so that she was facing the door and let her eyes close, Mikey's scent still in her nose. This whole escapade would pass, but this would be one of her fondest memories. And just like that sleep came down like a hammer, nailing Mitsuki into unconsciousness.
Morning came and it was stinky. A foul odor filled Mitsuki's nose as she came back to the conscious world. She couldn't place the precise smell that had woke her up, but it was awful. Squirming to get away from the smell, Mitsuki felt something odd. Her eyes instinctively flew open, ready for anything! Well, anything but Mikey's stinky feet. Mitsuki's eyes went wide at seeing Mikey's sock-covered feet resting on her face. She held in her vomit as she wriggled out from under the American's feet. Sitting up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and running her fingers through her tangled hair Mitsuki remembered everything that happened last night. The ninja, pizza doodles, the agent on the window, Mikey and her on the couch, Lily coming home and Mikey sleeping on the same bed as Mitsuki. As she yawned and her vision cleared, Mitsuki's eyes went wide. In his sleep, Mikey somehow managed to wriggle out of his shirt and pants… and turn completely around on the mattress. His head was practically on Mitsuki's feet. Shaking her head at her friend's goofiness even when he was sleeping, Mitsuki got out of bed. Her muscles were stiff from being confined to a small space since she had to share her bed. Stretching and unkinking her bones, Mitsuki wandered hazily over to her closet. Making sure Mikey was really asleep, Mitsuki jumped into her normal clothes.
Zipping out of her room but leaving her door cracked so she could keep an eye on Mikey, Mitsuki plodded into the kitchen and started to assemble breakfast.
About an hour later, after the smell of waffles, eggs, bacon and Canadian sausage filled the air, Lily wandered out of her room. Mitsuki caught her friend plop down at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Even for just waking up, Lily looked tired.
"Good morning sunshine!" Mitsuki cheered pouring Lily a glass of OJ. "Long night?"
Lily nodded sleepily, the only thing she could do. The blond LilyMu sweetheart looked up and her eyebrows raised at the spread Mitsuki had prepared. She blinked.
"Are we feeding an army this morning Sooks?" Lily inquired through her sleepy haze.
Mitsuki turned to her friend and hoped that Lily didn't realize her blushing face.
"No… Just feeling-… h-hungry this morning," she replied.
Lily gave her friend a mischievous yet sleepy smile.
"Long night?" she asked, sly anime cat-ears popping up on her head.
Mitsuki gave her friend a look that a deer gives car headlights, only anime-style. But Lily still had that look on her face. DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT MIKEY SLEEPING WITH HER?! Lily yawned.
"Finally, that knucklehead-McSpazatron warmed up to you," Lily smiled. "You got a date with the dofus! How'd it go?"
Mitsuki quivered nervously, four big sweat-drops coming to her head.
"I-I-It wasn't a date Lily," she stammered. "I accidentally broke his TV and so I invited him over here to watch TV."
Lily quirked a brow.
"Last I checked Mitsuki," she began. "That's a date."
Mitsuki froze; her anime stiff body fell to the floor. LILY'S RIGHT! IT WAS A DATE! GLORIOUS DATE! Mitsuki tried to hide her fire-engine red face from Lily. She didn't know the half of it!
"It was fun!" Mitsuki chimed. "We ate pizza doodles by the TV, we laughed and talked before Mikey passed out from eating too many pizza rolls."
Lily rolled her eyes, puffing out an aggravated anime sigh.
"I knew it! Mikey's bad dating material!" Lily growled like a cougar. "He's got one of them faces… So? Did you guys kiss or something?"
Mitsuki's blush intensified so bad her head almost exploded.
"NO!" she almost shrieked. "It wasn't even a date!"
Lily sighed.
"W'ever, live in denial," she casually returned with a disinterested wave of her hand. "I'm gonna take a shower. Gross, it smells like dweeb in here."
R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!