Thursday, January 3, 2008
Masuyo scares me!
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Oujou XlX Chapter 2 XlX Matsuri
(A small little tid-bit of the story that I managed to type up real quick. I no longer have the writers block from H-e-double bendy straws. I should probably be able to think up stuff during clubs! ^^)
“Alright, alright, that’s enough. Listen up!” Minoru clapped her hands sharply to gather the attention back to her, “Now, we will meet up here at sunrise and make some changes so you don’t seem so…noticeable.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” Kenji bounced up and down in his seat, “Do we get code names?!”
Minoru nodded hesitantly, unsure of why Kenji was so excited.
He smiled a mischievous smile, “Can I be, Stud Muffin?”
“Oh! I wanna be, The Sexy Beast!” Katsuo sprung up from his seat.
The girls smacked there forehead and muttered. Minoru glared at them as Masuyo nearly choked on his cigarette as he laughed.
“No!” Minoru growled sharply and smacked them across there face. “We will meet at sunrise and get ready; I will give you your code names then. You all are dismissed.” She waved them off with the flick of her hand and the teams filed out discussing the events that would take place.
Takumi quietly began placing the chairs in their proper order as sensei’s chatted among themselves.
“Don’t the boys need uniforms too?” Isamu raised a curious eyebrow and took a sip of coffee.
At the sudden mention of clothes Minoru lit up, “That’s right!” she did a small 360 degree spin on her tip toes. “That just reminds me of this cute little outfit that I’m just certain Ryuu would adore!”
“We want the boys to look civilized, not like pansies,” Masuyo raised a hand to stop the chipper blonde from having a small seizure from going into hyper-drive. The fire was quickly put out in Minoru’s eyes and her lower lip curled,
“B-but all the cute little outfits…”
“Allow me to explain something, Minoru, when a guy wears pink…willingly…it screams to all the other guys in a fifty mile radius ‘Hey, you big hunk of man beef lets go prancing in a field full of daises’”.
Isamu watched as his friend gave the female co-worker a demonstration of what he meant, which included the high-pitched voice and a small segment of prancing.
Isamu shall never be able to erase the mental images that have been branded into his eyes. Masuyo did that too well.