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So, I had a reviewer some time back telling me I may not have delved deep enough into Erza's OCD... Challenge Accepted.
I walk down the hallway slowly, avoiding direct or indirect contact with any red squares. Green squares and blue squares are fine, I can walk on land and swim. But I stand no chance against fire, so red squares are bad.
I continue my path, skipping squares and tracing lines, until I reach the conference room. I open the door slowly, counting as I do so that when I hit ten the door is fully open. Smiling at this, I stride in. And freeze. The room is perfect.
The chairs are equally spaced, seperated by exactly ten inches. The flower arrangements were perfectly centered on the tables and arranged in a symetrical manner, every flower pruned to the same height and perfectly skewered into a dampened piece of green foam to hold them in place though the pristine white vase did well to cover it. The table was cleaned to shining perfection, streak free and glistening. The white Activ-Board had been re-centered, something she was going to do that morning, and wiped down. The floor was clutter free and vaccumed in a pristine checkerboard design.
I almost fainted when she saw the books. Perfectly arranged in order of size, largest to smallest.
This was strange. An entire morning of work had just vanished. Which could only mean one thing.
More time for me to clean other things!
This happy thought in mind I almost skipped to the rec room. But the whole red square thing made the skipping look like a deranged horse on crack avoiding snakes... so I stopped. I neared my room and opened the door to the count of ten.
What I saw, confused me.
The piano was cleaned and shining, streak free. The sheet music was organized by length and difficulty, stacked in a pristine rectangle, not a single corner peaking from behind the front sheet. The pool cues were arranged on the rack by size, largest to smallest. The pool balls themselves were arranged within the triangle at the direct center of the pool table. The table itself had been polished, the green fabric itself vaccumed. Every chair and sofa had been rearranged into the straight and direct pattern she had designed for maximum view of the television whilst the view was not so direct to limit conversation nor too wide to be an inconvienience.
I narrowed my eyes. This was annoying. Saturday was cleaning day and so far I'd done nothing... I needed something to clean, something to organize! I thought for a moment.
And then the perfect place came to mind... somewhere I'd never so much as dared to enter. Until now.
I stalked down the hall. It was still really early, so I'd need to be stealthy about this. I tiptoed down the hallway and slipped into the room, not even bothering to open the door to ten. I'd entered a place that haunted my dreams, turning them to nightmares. I'd entered... Natsu's room.
Looking around I realized my fears were real. The floor was covered in dirtied clothes, clothes that were quickly thrown into the already buried clothes hamper. How did he still have clean clothes!? ... wait... don't answer that. I don't even want to think about it. These are being cleaned and burned as soon as possible.
The underlayer of the floor featured a thick layer of grime and mold that was no match against my heavy duty scrub brush and industrial grade bleach. Once the floor was cleaned, I smiled. Yay! An entire five square feet of clean! A mini oasis in the desert of dirt!
This was going to take a while.
"Is it ready?" A voice whispered. "Is the room set up?"
"Yea," Another responded. "We've got it up and ready, though I'm surprised she hasn't come by yet. You cleaned the rec room and the board room like I told you, right?"
"Yea." Yet another voice answered. "Me and Flame Brain, Frozen Brain, Bunny-Girl, Shrimp, Waterworks, and the Drunkard got it spotless." A few protests were heard at this statement, but were overall ignored.
"Then where is she?" The first voice said. "She should be here. After the rec room she cleans the dining room. Unless..."
"Unless...?" The group repeated.
"Well," The voice continued. "Let's say Erza has seen our cleaning. Now, we can safely assume one of two things has happened. One, she saw our cleaning, deduced it unsatisfactory, and is now re-cleaning. Two, she saw the clean rooms and went haywire, decided she needed to clean and picked the dirtiest room possible to make up for lost time."
"And what room would that be?" A voice said as though it weren't obvious, all heads turning to face him with a look of disbelief.
"Yours." They said in tandem.
I stood from my kneeled position infront of the bookshelf. It didn't hold books, of course, but rather trophies and knick-knacks which to me seemed stupid but probably didn't to Natsu.
Dusting my hands off of each other, I stood and marvelled at my work. The bed was made and tucked impeccably into itself, the sheets pressed and ironed to creaseless perfection. Every article of formerly dirty laundry had gone through the washer eight times and the was ironed, folded, and tucked away into the large dresser than I had not previosly known existed. The floor was vaccumed so many times I emptied the bin to find a solid block of black gunk pulled from the revealed-to-be orange carpet.
I sighed, revelling in the pleasure that came from the world being in order. Everything was in a place, centered perfectly so as to provide a centered outlook. Everything was organised, providing a clear and organized mind and thought process.
Smiling, I glanced at the clock.
Six hours well spent.
And then I realized. Someone had cleaned my board room. Someone had cleaned the rec room. Why? I thought a moment, then came to the most logical conclusion I could.
"You bastards!" I shouted, running down the hallway. "You ruined my Saturday on purpose!"
The only place I could think of was the dining room. Why I didn't go there first was surprising. It was ritual, and I was never one to stray from ritual. Anger at myself and those idiots still boiling I threw the door open.
"I hear her, everyone, places!"
Decks of cards were stuffed back into pockets and sleeping teenagers were awoken hurriedly as the lights were flicked off and everyone ducked behind tables. Pounding steps approached the door aand stopped only long enough for the door to be thrown open, the red-head flying in.
"You idiots!" She shouted to the darkened room. "You ruined my - huh?" Her voice trailed as realization dawned on her.
They took that moment to jump up and turn the lights on. "SURPRISE!" They shouted in tandem.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERZA!"
Okay, so maybe not what I had particularly in mind, but it works. Hoped you liked it.
The thing with the red, green, and blue squares... I actually did that in elementary school. THere was alwas a random pattern of one red, one blue, and one red every ten feet or so and Green along the walls, so I'd avvoid directly stpping on, or on a path from the red that didn't cross a blue. It started in kindergarten... it carried on til fifth grade when some kid asked me why I was stepping funny and I just was like 'I don't know'. My dad's kinda-sorta OCD so I think I may have had some of it.