GB: Conjunction of the Stars
Fandom: GetBackers
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Natsumi and Emishi mess it up, typically enough. For fic_on_demand.
It was, Natsumi thought, quite typical that her attempts at retrieval and clever plans about getting things back never quite worked. She wasn't sure if that was her fault, Emishi's, or a combination of the two brought about by incompatible star signs or something like that. She thought for a moment about trying to work that out, but gave it up for lost.
"Natshumi?"
Emishi's voice was rather muffled. It took Natsumi a minute to figure out why. Then she blushed and rolled off Emishi and tried not to feel too disgusted by the fact that they had, unmistakeably, ended up going down a garbage chute.
"I'm sorry!"
"Not a problem," Emishi said, sitting up, looking rather bemused and disgusted and kind of adorable too. She reached up to brush a banana skin off his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she said, again. "My plans always go wrong. Maybe I should leave retrieving things to Ban and Ginji," and then her voice wobbled and Emishi put his arm around her, talking about god knows what in an attempt to keep the tremble from her voice and the tears from her eyes.
" -- and Ban and Ginji will be here soon to retrieve us and it'll work out fine, you'll see, you'll see," he finished, triumphantly.
So they sat. And waited.
And finally Natsumi got the idea to phone Paul asking for help. After that, they only had to wait half an hour before Ban and Ginji came to the rescue, pulling them out of the trash and not trying to hide their disgust at the general bad smell.
"What about our fee?" Ban asked, only half teasing.
Natsumi smiled sweetly and pushed a banana skin into his hand.
Then she looped her arm through Emishi's and dragged him off, conserving their last shreds of dignity.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Natsumi and Emishi mess it up, typically enough. For fic_on_demand.
It was, Natsumi thought, quite typical that her attempts at retrieval and clever plans about getting things back never quite worked. She wasn't sure if that was her fault, Emishi's, or a combination of the two brought about by incompatible star signs or something like that. She thought for a moment about trying to work that out, but gave it up for lost.
"Natshumi?"
Emishi's voice was rather muffled. It took Natsumi a minute to figure out why. Then she blushed and rolled off Emishi and tried not to feel too disgusted by the fact that they had, unmistakeably, ended up going down a garbage chute.
"I'm sorry!"
"Not a problem," Emishi said, sitting up, looking rather bemused and disgusted and kind of adorable too. She reached up to brush a banana skin off his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she said, again. "My plans always go wrong. Maybe I should leave retrieving things to Ban and Ginji," and then her voice wobbled and Emishi put his arm around her, talking about god knows what in an attempt to keep the tremble from her voice and the tears from her eyes.
" -- and Ban and Ginji will be here soon to retrieve us and it'll work out fine, you'll see, you'll see," he finished, triumphantly.
So they sat. And waited.
And finally Natsumi got the idea to phone Paul asking for help. After that, they only had to wait half an hour before Ban and Ginji came to the rescue, pulling them out of the trash and not trying to hide their disgust at the general bad smell.
"What about our fee?" Ban asked, only half teasing.
Natsumi smiled sweetly and pushed a banana skin into his hand.
Then she looped her arm through Emishi's and dragged him off, conserving their last shreds of dignity.