Challenge #22. I should be ashamed of myself ^^;
This is NOT a very good fic. But it IS on time *lol*
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Challenge: Chapstick, nail polish, sibling complex
Challenger: doumeki
Title: Grounds for Divorce
Genre: Once again, crack
Rating: G
Pairing: Shouri/Yuuri? No, I'm kidding. No pairing, just the Shibuya family being... themselves.
Wordcount: 432
Description: Jennifer's a good mother. Really.
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM. I would disclaim ownership of this fic, too, except then I would be late and that would be BAD.
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As far as Shibuya Miko, better known to her friends as Jennifer, was concerned, nothing about her family was out of the ordinary. If everyone else (most notably her husband) didn’t share her opinion, that was just too bad. “But honey-”
She glared. “Uma-kun,” she told her husband sternly, “last month when we went to that conference in Phoenix, do you remember what happened?”
Under the force of her glare, Shibuya Shouma actually took a step back. “Well, yes, but-”
“Poor little Yuu-chan,” she said, and hugged her son closer to her chest. “His little lips got all chapped, and he cried.”
“Of course I understand why, honey, but-”
“Do you like to watch your child cry?”
“No! But why did you have to buy the glittery chapstick!?”
Immediately Jennifer was all smiles. “Because it’s cute!” she squealed. “Yuu-chan is the cutest ever, even if he doesn’t have wings!”
Shouma looked down at his younger son, currently dressed in a frilly white pinafore over a checkered blue dress. “But,” Shouma said, trying to sound reasonable, “no matter how cute he is, honey, he’s a-wait, what is that?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Jennifer told him haughtily.
Shouma took one of Yuuri’s pudgy hands between two fingers and shook it in Jennifer’s face. “This! This! What is this? It’s pink!”
“Yuu-chan’s gotten into the bad habit of biting his little nails,” Jennifer said placidly. “Stop shaking him, he’s going to get upset.”
“He’s wearing pink nail polish!”
“It tastes icky, doesn’t it, Yuu-chan?” Jennifer said as Yuuri extricated his hand from his father’s grasp and proceeded to put his thumb in his mouth. “Now you won’t bite your nails anymore, will you?”
“Honey! He’s a boy!”
Jennifer looked at him as though he were spouting utter nonsense. “Well obviously I know he’s a boy, Uma-kun. I did give birth to him.”
“You’re going to turn my son into a girl!”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous, Uma-kun. If I could do that, obviously I’d have done it already!”
Shibuya Shouma stormed out. A moment later, Shibuya Shouri replaced him. “Why is Daddy always yelling?”
“Daddy has a bad temper,” Jennifer told him. Yuuri, having just gotten his first taste of the nail polish on his thumbnail, started to cry. Jennifer bounced him in her lap to quiet him. “Really, Uma-kun is so dramatic!”
“If you really turn Yuu-chan into a girl,” Shouri said, “I’ll marry her and make sure no one yells around her anymore.”
Jennifer giggled. “Shou-chan, you’re the best big brother. Yuu-chan is lucky to have you.”
***
*hides her face in SHAME AT THE BADNESS* This is what happens when I have to meet deadline while uninspired, ladies and gentlemen ^^;;; Ah well, give me another and I'll try to do better?
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Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Challenge: Chapstick, nail polish, sibling complex
Challenger: doumeki
Title: Grounds for Divorce
Genre: Once again, crack
Rating: G
Pairing: Shouri/Yuuri? No, I'm kidding. No pairing, just the Shibuya family being... themselves.
Wordcount: 432
Description: Jennifer's a good mother. Really.
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM. I would disclaim ownership of this fic, too, except then I would be late and that would be BAD.
***
As far as Shibuya Miko, better known to her friends as Jennifer, was concerned, nothing about her family was out of the ordinary. If everyone else (most notably her husband) didn’t share her opinion, that was just too bad. “But honey-”
She glared. “Uma-kun,” she told her husband sternly, “last month when we went to that conference in Phoenix, do you remember what happened?”
Under the force of her glare, Shibuya Shouma actually took a step back. “Well, yes, but-”
“Poor little Yuu-chan,” she said, and hugged her son closer to her chest. “His little lips got all chapped, and he cried.”
“Of course I understand why, honey, but-”
“Do you like to watch your child cry?”
“No! But why did you have to buy the glittery chapstick!?”
Immediately Jennifer was all smiles. “Because it’s cute!” she squealed. “Yuu-chan is the cutest ever, even if he doesn’t have wings!”
Shouma looked down at his younger son, currently dressed in a frilly white pinafore over a checkered blue dress. “But,” Shouma said, trying to sound reasonable, “no matter how cute he is, honey, he’s a-wait, what is that?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Jennifer told him haughtily.
Shouma took one of Yuuri’s pudgy hands between two fingers and shook it in Jennifer’s face. “This! This! What is this? It’s pink!”
“Yuu-chan’s gotten into the bad habit of biting his little nails,” Jennifer said placidly. “Stop shaking him, he’s going to get upset.”
“He’s wearing pink nail polish!”
“It tastes icky, doesn’t it, Yuu-chan?” Jennifer said as Yuuri extricated his hand from his father’s grasp and proceeded to put his thumb in his mouth. “Now you won’t bite your nails anymore, will you?”
“Honey! He’s a boy!”
Jennifer looked at him as though he were spouting utter nonsense. “Well obviously I know he’s a boy, Uma-kun. I did give birth to him.”
“You’re going to turn my son into a girl!”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous, Uma-kun. If I could do that, obviously I’d have done it already!”
Shibuya Shouma stormed out. A moment later, Shibuya Shouri replaced him. “Why is Daddy always yelling?”
“Daddy has a bad temper,” Jennifer told him. Yuuri, having just gotten his first taste of the nail polish on his thumbnail, started to cry. Jennifer bounced him in her lap to quiet him. “Really, Uma-kun is so dramatic!”
“If you really turn Yuu-chan into a girl,” Shouri said, “I’ll marry her and make sure no one yells around her anymore.”
Jennifer giggled. “Shou-chan, you’re the best big brother. Yuu-chan is lucky to have you.”
***
*hides her face in SHAME AT THE BADNESS* This is what happens when I have to meet deadline while uninspired, ladies and gentlemen ^^;;; Ah well, give me another and I'll try to do better?
The rules are HERE.
Get requesting!