To Iambic, from Jeanette
Title: Cleaning Up
Author: von_questenberg
Recipient: iambickilometer
Series: TRC
Characters/Pairing: Edonis!Takeshi/Kentarou, Edonis!Ichirou/Chitose
Rating: G
Author's Notes/Warnings [if any]: I don’t state it outright in the fic, but I’m going with the undeniable truth my theory that Ichirou was playing Oruha.
"Oh man, this is a huge mess," Takeshi Shukaido sighed, looking around at the wreckage of Fairy Park.
"Sure is," Kentarou Higashikunimaru agreed.
"You don't seem too upset though."
"Well, messes happen, you know. And in the end, no one was seriously hurt."
“I’m sure there will still be a lawsuit or twenty- “
Before Takeshi could finish, Kentarou suddenly took off toward two people coming towards them- a man and woman wearing lab coats. "Yoo~hoo, Icchan-sensei, Chitose-sensei, there you are."
"Ken-chan, thanks for coming.”
"Welcome, Kentarou-san."
Takeshi caught up, slightly out of breath. The casualness of the greetings would have been unusual for anyone other than Kentarou, but after all these years, Takeshi was used to it. And anyways, the husband and wife team of computer geniuses weren’t just business partners, they were also personal friends of Kentarou.
“It’s been a while, huh? I’m sure you remember my secretary and sweetie, Take-pon.” Said ‘Take-pon’ opened his mouth to object, but Kentarou went on. "As your biggest contributor, of course I'll come right over when there’s trouble. The Higashikunimaru Corporation has invested a lot in this park. So what happened?"
"Magic," Ichirou answered in a deadpan.
"Ooh awesome," Kentarou almost squealed, clapping his hands. “I love magic.”
Takeshi sighed. “So what actually happened?”
“Magic,” Ichirou repeated.
“Magic doesn’t exist.” He was definitely developing a headache.
“Of course it does, Take-pon! What we have together is magic, isn’t it?”
Takeshi decided to ignore his boss, and turned to Chitose, hoping at least she wouldn’t feed him more nonsense.
Chitose softly elaborated. “I’m afraid it was magic, Shukaido-san. A saboteur named Seishirou brought a magical feather into the program, and began using that magic to mold the program to his own desires. As a result, Outo and reality began merging.”
“You’re serious?”
Chitose nodded.
“So where is this Seishirou now?” Kentarou asked.
“He left for a different world. Apparently he travels from world to world looking a pair of vampire twins, especially one named Subaru,” Ichirou supplied.
Takeshi blinked repeatedly, not sure how to take in all this talk of different worlds, magic, and vampires.
“Sounds like love,” Kentarou chirped in.
“Indeed,” Ichirou agreed.
“Sounds more like a creepy stalker,” Takeshi grunted.
“So how much damage was done?” Kentarou asked.
“We’re still trying to get exact figures, but it looks like it’s mostly just physical damage; we’ve got back-up files for all the Outo programming.”
“Good, good. It would be a lot harder to re-create the programming. What about the money, Take-pon?”
Takeshi pulled out a small hand-held computer, and pressed some buttons. “We’ve been making pretty good profits, so rebuilding won’t bankrupt us. But we’ll still have to close down for a good while; we’ll probably about break even this year.”
“Well that’s good then. Did you get any interesting computer readings from all this magic?”
Ichirou and Chitose both nodded. “I think we might have; we’ll have to see for sure.”
“So, nobody got hurt, we might get some interesting information, financially it won’t ruin us, and virtual-Take-pon and virtual-Ken-pi both survived along with the rest of the Outo programing,” Kentarou tallied up, counting on his fingers. “All in all, not too bad.”
Ichirou laughed, patting Kentarou on the back. “Your optimism is always refreshing, Ken-chan.”
“But that’s not taking into consideration that some of the guests will probably sue,” Takeshi pointed out. “And those virtual copies of us you insisted be inserted in Outo still creep me out.”
Kentarou waved his hand. “That’s what liability insurance is for, Take-pon. It’ll all work out in the end. And virtual-Take-pon and virtual-Ken-pi are sweet!”
Takeshi rubbed his forehead. Yes, strong headache medicine; that’s what he needed.
“You don’t look too good, Take-pon. You’ll have to come over to my house tonight for a romantic home-made dinner. I’m sure you haven’t been eating well, as usual.”
“I’ve been eating fine,” (a lie) he snapped. But then again, Kentarou was a fantastic cook. “But thanks for thinking of me.”
“Oh good, I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Take it as you want,” he sighed. “I’ll be there.”
Author: von_questenberg
Recipient: iambickilometer
Series: TRC
Characters/Pairing: Edonis!Takeshi/Kentarou, Edonis!Ichirou/Chitose
Rating: G
Author's Notes/Warnings [if any]: I don’t state it outright in the fic, but I’m going with the undeniable truth my theory that Ichirou was playing Oruha.
"Oh man, this is a huge mess," Takeshi Shukaido sighed, looking around at the wreckage of Fairy Park.
"Sure is," Kentarou Higashikunimaru agreed.
"You don't seem too upset though."
"Well, messes happen, you know. And in the end, no one was seriously hurt."
“I’m sure there will still be a lawsuit or twenty- “
Before Takeshi could finish, Kentarou suddenly took off toward two people coming towards them- a man and woman wearing lab coats. "Yoo~hoo, Icchan-sensei, Chitose-sensei, there you are."
"Ken-chan, thanks for coming.”
"Welcome, Kentarou-san."
Takeshi caught up, slightly out of breath. The casualness of the greetings would have been unusual for anyone other than Kentarou, but after all these years, Takeshi was used to it. And anyways, the husband and wife team of computer geniuses weren’t just business partners, they were also personal friends of Kentarou.
“It’s been a while, huh? I’m sure you remember my secretary and sweetie, Take-pon.” Said ‘Take-pon’ opened his mouth to object, but Kentarou went on. "As your biggest contributor, of course I'll come right over when there’s trouble. The Higashikunimaru Corporation has invested a lot in this park. So what happened?"
"Magic," Ichirou answered in a deadpan.
"Ooh awesome," Kentarou almost squealed, clapping his hands. “I love magic.”
Takeshi sighed. “So what actually happened?”
“Magic,” Ichirou repeated.
“Magic doesn’t exist.” He was definitely developing a headache.
“Of course it does, Take-pon! What we have together is magic, isn’t it?”
Takeshi decided to ignore his boss, and turned to Chitose, hoping at least she wouldn’t feed him more nonsense.
Chitose softly elaborated. “I’m afraid it was magic, Shukaido-san. A saboteur named Seishirou brought a magical feather into the program, and began using that magic to mold the program to his own desires. As a result, Outo and reality began merging.”
“You’re serious?”
Chitose nodded.
“So where is this Seishirou now?” Kentarou asked.
“He left for a different world. Apparently he travels from world to world looking a pair of vampire twins, especially one named Subaru,” Ichirou supplied.
Takeshi blinked repeatedly, not sure how to take in all this talk of different worlds, magic, and vampires.
“Sounds like love,” Kentarou chirped in.
“Indeed,” Ichirou agreed.
“Sounds more like a creepy stalker,” Takeshi grunted.
“So how much damage was done?” Kentarou asked.
“We’re still trying to get exact figures, but it looks like it’s mostly just physical damage; we’ve got back-up files for all the Outo programming.”
“Good, good. It would be a lot harder to re-create the programming. What about the money, Take-pon?”
Takeshi pulled out a small hand-held computer, and pressed some buttons. “We’ve been making pretty good profits, so rebuilding won’t bankrupt us. But we’ll still have to close down for a good while; we’ll probably about break even this year.”
“Well that’s good then. Did you get any interesting computer readings from all this magic?”
Ichirou and Chitose both nodded. “I think we might have; we’ll have to see for sure.”
“So, nobody got hurt, we might get some interesting information, financially it won’t ruin us, and virtual-Take-pon and virtual-Ken-pi both survived along with the rest of the Outo programing,” Kentarou tallied up, counting on his fingers. “All in all, not too bad.”
Ichirou laughed, patting Kentarou on the back. “Your optimism is always refreshing, Ken-chan.”
“But that’s not taking into consideration that some of the guests will probably sue,” Takeshi pointed out. “And those virtual copies of us you insisted be inserted in Outo still creep me out.”
Kentarou waved his hand. “That’s what liability insurance is for, Take-pon. It’ll all work out in the end. And virtual-Take-pon and virtual-Ken-pi are sweet!”
Takeshi rubbed his forehead. Yes, strong headache medicine; that’s what he needed.
“You don’t look too good, Take-pon. You’ll have to come over to my house tonight for a romantic home-made dinner. I’m sure you haven’t been eating well, as usual.”
“I’ve been eating fine,” (a lie) he snapped. But then again, Kentarou was a fantastic cook. “But thanks for thinking of me.”
“Oh good, I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Take it as you want,” he sighed. “I’ll be there.”