07.19.11

A BIT OF AN INTERMISSION

I'll admit right now this is going to be the shortest post barring the first one. There are several reasons for this, the most prominent being that I want to get it out of the way fast so I can get to more important events.

I just want to quickly explain what happened two days later, when the supplies for fixing the ceiling arrived.

First of all, I was still wary of letting anyone see who was living with me. Tamaki may have been the Emperor of Sob Stories, but I still didn't want to take any chances. I'd arranged for the supplies to be delivered to my house, so when I heard the doorbell, I immediately ushered the robots into the next room while I paid the delivery man and let him unload the stuff in my living room.

When he was gone, the robots came back out and I set them to work. I'd read that they could and would perform manual labor, but the instructions did warn that none of them had that as an actual proficiency. At the time, I ignored that part, figuring it didn't matter.

It did.

A lot.

It honestly wasn't as interesting as you think since everyone was too busy trying (and spectacularly failing) to work. I'll just give you a play by play:

First, Tamaki decided since he was meant to be the 'leader' of the group, he would do the majority of the repair work, failing to mention he didn't even know the difference between a hammer and a screw driver. This became a problem very quickly, when he tried to hammer the screws into some boards for no apparent reason (nowhere in the instructions did it mention needing screws) and wound up breaking almost all the spare wood in about five minutes, until Kyoya finally took it from him and said something to banish the blonde into the corner.

I felt a bit of gratitude for Kyoya right then, he didn't usually do much to help and when he did it was in a very snarky fashion that I didn't appreciate. I figured he'd be taking over from there, since he was apparently 'second-in-command.' Instead, he gave me that stupid smug smile I was really growing to hate and said:

"I'm not one for partaking in lesser man's work."

Then he casually tossed me the screw he'd taken from Tamaki and went back to my laptop while I silently fumed and planned his imminent destruction. Stupid, sarcastic, hoiler-than-thou, robot…

Now it was the twins' turns and it was a disaster before they even got started. The problem wasn't so much that they didn't know what they were doing and more that they insisted on treating it like a game. They tossed each other the hammer and nails like it was some sort of dance and raced to see who could mix the plaster fastest, getting a good bit of it on the walls and the carpet. When a glob of it came mere inches away from hitting my mother's picture, I finally decided enough was enough.

Well, actually I became so enraged at seeing my only picture of her almost defiled, I briefly lost my sanity as well as my memory of what happened next and just what I said to them. All I know is that the twins were afraid to look me in the eye for two days afterwards.

Hunny stepped up to help now and since he and Mori hadn't really been a bother up until now (aside from the running away thing, of course), I figured he'd at least try to do it right. And he did, at least at first. Then he decided the ceiling would look better painted a different color. Unfortunately (for him anyway), I hadn't brought any paint besides the color my ceiling was already painted. If I thought this would stop him, I really should have known better.

The boy immediately jumped down off the ladder I'd borrowed and ran to my room before I could ask what he was doing. He came back with my old box of markers and colored pencils, insisting we take all the blue ones and paint the ceiling with them.

I was about to, as gently as I could with my ever rising blood pressure, dissuade him from messing things up further, but Tamaki chose that moment to come out of his 'woe is me' state and begin lecturing the smaller robot about why we couldn't paint the ceiling blue.

It would have been much appreciated, had Tamaki's reasons not been that red was a better color.

And of course, the twins then felt the need to get in on the action, proclaiming that green was the best color and then trying to use the advantage of their being two of them to sway things in their favor.

I don't think I need to say that from there, things went downhill and fast. Tamaki managed to confuse whatever they were saying as something dirty about me (you'll find in later posts that he tends to do this a lot) and began yelling at the top of his lungs while Hunny collected all the blue pens and pencils. Tamaki noticed him first and turned his anger towards the small robot. He seemed to forget that Hunny was a martial artist and therefore much stronger than him. An admittedly very frightening glare from Hunny changed all that and sent Tamaki running for the corner again.

The twins began a fight with Hunny over the markers now, struggling to grab the green ones and get the blue ones away from him. Kyoya was easily ignoring the whole thing with a concentration I deeply envied. I had no idea where Mori was during all this, he usually either joined in with Hunny or stopped him when the small blonde was genuinely in the wrong, but at the moment he was nowhere to be seen. I didn't concern myself any further with him, I was too busy trying to stop the fight. Hunny at one point brought up an open blue marker and drew a jagged line across Kaoru's cheek. Suddenly, all bets were off.

The fight lasted a good ten minutes. When it became clear that I was involved, Tamaki once again stopped sulking and immediately sprang into action, shouting something about "Protecting [his] beloved from the clutches of the demon doppelganger aliens!" or something stupid like that.

The five of us fought with the markers until Kyoya finally seemed to notice the EXTREMELY loud arguments happening not two feet away from him and looked up.

"Excuse me," he said, adjusting his glasses. "I don't mean to interrupt you're display of childish idiocy, but the repairs are complete."

I must have stared at him for a full minute, trying to wrap my mind around what he'd just said. The bespectacled robot noticed this and gestured with his head to the ceiling. I looked up and I swear, my jaw really did drop through the floor this time.

The hole was gone. Completely gone. By that I mean not a trace of it was left, it was like it had never even been there. I couldn't fathom how it had happened until I noticed Mori slowly coming down from the ladder with a hammer and a paintbrush in one hand and a bucket of paint in the other (yes, he did came down the ladder with no hands and if that surprises you, you haven't been paying attention).

And that's how the hole in my ceiling was fixed and also how I learned what Mori's 'Special Emergency Talent' was. Where Tamaki could tell the world's most convincing lie, Mori could fix almost anything where hardware was concerned (I suspected software was more Kyoya's field). By fix, I mean 'make it look like nothing had ever been broken.' I had no idea how it worked and to this day, I still don't. Anyway, that wasn't my biggest concern at the moment anyway.

"Why didn't you tell me he could do that in the first place?" I was fighting VERY hard to control the anger in my voice as I addressed Kyoya.

The dark haired robot just looked at my blue, green and red ink covered face, infuriating smile in place, and said:

"Why didn't you ask?"

I hated him so much right then.

So, that was the end of my first problem. My next problem would come a day or two later and trust me, it made the hole look like a paper cut.

That's the main reason I wanted to just speed through this story. It really wasn't as interesting as it sounds and I honestly don't remember most of it anyway. This was just a vague description of what went on.

The events of the next few days were so bizarre and exhausting that they pretty much erased all my concerns over the hole forever. I swear, it was like a sitcom that had taken a bunch of drugs and tried to drive down the countryside at night. I still don't know how we got out of it and how I didn't lose my sanity in the process.

But enough about that, it's for next time anyway.

See you then.

Posted by Haruhi at 8:01 pm 7 comments