things of this nature BELONG on hitagi's journal.
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Michi|DRAW: that works better as fic
Michi|DRAW: go write it raimei
* Michi|DRAW is straightfaced
Raimei: .... 8|
Raimei: damn you.
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( Don't even ask )
Michi|DRAW: that works better as fic
Michi|DRAW: go write it raimei
* Michi|DRAW is straightfaced
Raimei: .... 8|
Raimei: damn you.
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( Don't even ask )
"I won't repeat that."
"Then take care of yourself." He can hear Okita turn and walk away.
"Wait." he calls out, startled at the desperation in his own voice. The footsteps pause.
"I'm a sick pervert, unfit to even be called a human being, who loves having ------- done to -------- by ----------- up the -----------."
He can almost feel the aura of pure evil resonating off of Okita, grinning in victory.
"Say it like you mean it, Hijikata-san."
He does as he's told.
He wakes up in the comfort of his bed. The only reminders of the night before is the stinging pain in his wrists. As his eyes adjust to the light of day, he realizes he's staring down the barrel of a bazooka.
"I KNEW IT! YOU DID ALL THAT JUST SO YOU COULD TRY AND KILL ME, YOU SADISTIC, FUCKED UP, BASTARD!"
"Don't be stupid. I hired body doubles to do all the XXX and OOO and ###. I'm doing you a favor, right now. If I don't kill you, you'll probably die of humiliation when I post this video on the internet."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Okita holds up his cellphone, and on it is an all too familiar form, restrained and exposed.
It says, "I'm a sick pervert, unfit to even be called a human being..."
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