Wow, that's so weird… It was pouring rain, and I mean pouring buckets of rain for about five minutes straight. And then it stopped. O.O"
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"You've got to be kidding me," Kanda snapped, dropping Komui, whom he'd begun to strangle, to the floor with a sound reminiscent of an elephant collapsing. "Hershey Park? Are you a little kid?"
"M-m-my spine…" Moaned Komui before falling into a comatose state in which one drools a great deal and eats a lot but never seems to gain weight. How lucky for him.
"Che. That's so much better." Kanda whipped his hair back and started to leave. Suddenly, soundlessly, his head collided with the side of a clip-board. He narrowed his eyes, "Lenalee."
"Kanda! What did you do to my brother? Aw, he's getting all his papers dirty. You know I hate cleaning up after him." Lenalee Lee ran a hand through short locks, fixing a hard stare and a pout on the samurai.
Kanda coughed and then dragged- no, threw is a better word- Komui brusquely onto the sofa besides Allen, who went "meep!" Lenalee smiled, satisfied now, and then asked Allen what was going on.
"Oh! Lenalee, you've got to get us out of this mess Komui made! He wants Kanda and me to go on a trip together, but we really don't want to."
"Come on Allen, other missions with Kanda haven't been that bad. You've even worked together prety well to get rid of Akuma." Lenalee shook her finger, hands on her hips.
"Hmph." It was true that the long-haired "girly-man" could incite Allen into fighting his best, as well as pressure him into keeping his focus during particularly difficult battles. And Allen knew that without Kanda at the time of his first battle with the innocence hidden in Lala, he probably wouldn't have survived. The samurai was a fine companion during scrimages, but in real life, he was a different story.
"Kanda's jerk, he insults me, he calls me Moyashi all the time even though I'm not that short, he has a poo-poo mouth, he swishes his hair, he's really feminine, he eats so much freaking soba he's going to turn into a pile of noodles one day," Allen went on and on, oblivious to the dangers around him. A angry aura infiltrated the room, and Lenalee stopped giggling long enough to point behind him and float into mid-air on her dark boots. She best get away from the Attack of the Mutant Kanda.
Still spouting out an endless list of flaws, Allen took another breath to speak. A blow-dart hit is neck, seemingly out of mid-air. Immediately, the cursed boy blacked out. Kanda whirled around, Mugen out, eye darting every which way to locate the danger. He heard a sinister cackle, the sound of drool being wiped from moist lips, and trembled slightly regardless of his attempts not to. In that moment of weakness, another dart came near him and implanted itself firmly in his neck, and he lost consciousness as well.
Komui emerged, panting, from beneath the sea of paper, post-its covering him like some kind of oh-so-sick neon bright camouflage. In one hand he clutched a tube filled with tranquilizer darts. In the other he had over-seas forms already filled out. "Lenalee, dear, could you please go to Allen and Kanda's rooms to get some clothes for them? One or two changes will do. Then give the clothes to Reever and tell him to come and get 'em right after so they can board a ship." Komui smiled at his sister.
"Err… Brother I'm not sure what you're doing is right… But I am interested in how this'll turn out, so I suppose I will." The cute girl turned, and said over her shoulder, "But this is the only time I'll do this for you!"
Aw… what an adorable, lovely, precious sister I have, Komui thought with relish. "Now, onto the life ruining!" He cheered, marching around his office and blowing darts at random until one hit him and he unceremoniously fell into a comatose state once more.
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Heh, heh. The craziness of idiot Komui.