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Friday, October 19, 2007

Ficlet: Fan Mail.

Fan mail


“I see ramen, I see sukiyaki, I see Tora’s apartment flooded with faaan maaail-“

“…Just help me up. Now.”

Julia flashed very cheeky grin at a very annoyed Tora, who was currently buried under all the mail. As soon as Tora was back on his feet, Julia gave him a small push, which sent him falling back down onto the sea of fan mail, which cushioned his landing.

“Julia…I am warning you,” he growled.

Letting out a laugh, she nodded her head and proceeded to help Tora up again.

“There you go. Happy? I swear, you’re real cranky in the mornings.”

“Well, that’s because someone pulled me out from my bed abruptly at 5 in the morning on a Sunday, and decided that flooding my apartment with fan mail with me buried under it was really amusing. Whose idea was it?” Tora asked calmly as he swept the letters aside, creating small piles of letters all over the place.

“Hiroto’s. He thought it’d be funny to see you buried under all that fan mail, I even got a photo of it. I promised Hiroto to take that,” Julia replied happily, waving a camera in front of Tora.

Note: Flood Hiroto’s e-mail, mailbox, hand phone with fan mail and prank him later, Tora thought.

“Hey Tora, I almost forgot. Nao called in yesterday when you weren’t at home. He asks you whether you could join the rest of the band at Hiroto’s for an overnight stay today. He just invented a new game and wants to try it out.”

An evil smile slowly spread across Tora’s face when he came upon an idea to get his revenge.

“Sure, I will go. I will call him as soon as we get this mess cleaned up.”

Now, all he needed was to find that photo he took secretly of Hiroto hugging that teddy plush toy and the copy tasteful recipe of how to make that repulsive Inui’s Juice he found on the Net…


-Owari


I don't know...it's...I have no idea.

If you want to paste this on your blog, go ahead. Just remember to put the credits under Chaos.


This fic is done rather pointlessly. The author does not own anything except the plot.

...Wait, is there even a plot?

-See ya,

CHAOS.

アリス九號。is loved; 10/19/2007 09:16:00 PM



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