Banana or Strawberry?
Pairing: Mikami/Misa
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: M
Warnings: Het, crackish
Word Count: 687
Status: Complete
Author's Notes: Originally for dn_contest, but was too late finishing. Ideas for this came from this post here.
Summary: When her sweet tooth gets the better of her Misa goes shopping for some pocky when she bumps into Tall, Dark and Handsome, who is trying to decide between banana and strawberry flavored condoms.
Candy was a model’s worst enemy, but she was giving into temptation. Just this once, she had told herself as she had rushed out of the apartment. The streets were crowded with people that knew her face. On her way to the store people asking for an autograph stopped her countless times. Her sweet tooth was making her antsy, but she didn’t want to be rude to the adoring fans.
When she arrived, she found that the convenience store was empty with the exception of the two clerks and a few customers browsing in the aisles. She went straight to the counter, looking for her favorite: strawberry pocky. When she didn’t see it she went down the candy aisle in search of it.
On her way she pasted a man that was looking at condoms. There was practically a whole row dedicated to them-different sizes and flavors-and she couldn’t help but notice the guy that was browsing through them out of the corner of her eye. He would pick up a box, study it, and then put it back. Repeat.
At the end of the aisle she found the delicious treats that she had been seeking. She picked up one box up and looked down at the pile that remained. Okay, two wouldn’t hurt. Or maybe three…
With her precious sweets clutched in her hands she hurried towards the cash register when the man that had been looking at the condoms stopped her.
“Which one do you think?” he asked and she turned around to see his face-oh his gorgeous face. No, that word didn’t do him and his features justice. There really was no suitable word, but gorgeous would have to do. Tall, dark and handsome, she thought giddily to herself. His look was a bit serious, and there was something a little fanatical about him, which, for some reason he reminded her of Light. Probably why she instantly liked him.
It took her a minute to realize that he was holding up two boxes of condoms. One was banana flavored and the other was strawberry. “Which one?” he repeated.
Misa giggled. “The strawberry one is my favorite. Well I’ve never actually-er-tasted those, but”-she held up the boxes of pocky-“I do like strawberry.”
He placed the other box back on the shelf and held the strawberry one out to Misa. “Could I have your autograph?”
Blushing, she set the pocky down on the shelf behind her and reached into her purse in search of a pen. “What’s your name?”
“Teru Mikami,” he said and she swooned a little bit.
It seemed like forever to her before she finally found the pen; it was always such a pain finding stuff in there. Then she set down the bag down next to her feet and gingerly took the box of condoms from Mikami. With a silly smile on her face she signed the package with his name, and then her own name underneath with a cute, curvy heart next to it.
“Here you go,” she said cheerily as she handed it back to him.
She watched as he looked down at the signature, and after a moment he glanced up at her. And smiled. “Thank you.”
Misa’s knees buckled, and she knew that she was smiling stupidly at him, as though she was the fan, and he the famous model.
After gathering up her stuff she rushed to the front of the store and got in line. Moments later Mikami stepped in line behind her. Just knowing he was there made her giddy. She allowed herself a single glance over her shoulder. Smiling, she made eye contact, and when he smiled back she looked in his hands and saw the autographed package of condoms.
The cashier gave Misa an irritated look as she handed her the bag of pocky along with her change. She took it and as she was walking towards the door she broke the promise she made for herself only moments before. She pushed the doors open and let herself have one last glimpse of Mikami before leaving.
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: M
Warnings: Het, crackish
Word Count: 687
Status: Complete
Author's Notes: Originally for dn_contest, but was too late finishing. Ideas for this came from this post here.
Summary: When her sweet tooth gets the better of her Misa goes shopping for some pocky when she bumps into Tall, Dark and Handsome, who is trying to decide between banana and strawberry flavored condoms.
Candy was a model’s worst enemy, but she was giving into temptation. Just this once, she had told herself as she had rushed out of the apartment. The streets were crowded with people that knew her face. On her way to the store people asking for an autograph stopped her countless times. Her sweet tooth was making her antsy, but she didn’t want to be rude to the adoring fans.
When she arrived, she found that the convenience store was empty with the exception of the two clerks and a few customers browsing in the aisles. She went straight to the counter, looking for her favorite: strawberry pocky. When she didn’t see it she went down the candy aisle in search of it.
On her way she pasted a man that was looking at condoms. There was practically a whole row dedicated to them-different sizes and flavors-and she couldn’t help but notice the guy that was browsing through them out of the corner of her eye. He would pick up a box, study it, and then put it back. Repeat.
At the end of the aisle she found the delicious treats that she had been seeking. She picked up one box up and looked down at the pile that remained. Okay, two wouldn’t hurt. Or maybe three…
With her precious sweets clutched in her hands she hurried towards the cash register when the man that had been looking at the condoms stopped her.
“Which one do you think?” he asked and she turned around to see his face-oh his gorgeous face. No, that word didn’t do him and his features justice. There really was no suitable word, but gorgeous would have to do. Tall, dark and handsome, she thought giddily to herself. His look was a bit serious, and there was something a little fanatical about him, which, for some reason he reminded her of Light. Probably why she instantly liked him.
It took her a minute to realize that he was holding up two boxes of condoms. One was banana flavored and the other was strawberry. “Which one?” he repeated.
Misa giggled. “The strawberry one is my favorite. Well I’ve never actually-er-tasted those, but”-she held up the boxes of pocky-“I do like strawberry.”
He placed the other box back on the shelf and held the strawberry one out to Misa. “Could I have your autograph?”
Blushing, she set the pocky down on the shelf behind her and reached into her purse in search of a pen. “What’s your name?”
“Teru Mikami,” he said and she swooned a little bit.
It seemed like forever to her before she finally found the pen; it was always such a pain finding stuff in there. Then she set down the bag down next to her feet and gingerly took the box of condoms from Mikami. With a silly smile on her face she signed the package with his name, and then her own name underneath with a cute, curvy heart next to it.
“Here you go,” she said cheerily as she handed it back to him.
She watched as he looked down at the signature, and after a moment he glanced up at her. And smiled. “Thank you.”
Misa’s knees buckled, and she knew that she was smiling stupidly at him, as though she was the fan, and he the famous model.
After gathering up her stuff she rushed to the front of the store and got in line. Moments later Mikami stepped in line behind her. Just knowing he was there made her giddy. She allowed herself a single glance over her shoulder. Smiling, she made eye contact, and when he smiled back she looked in his hands and saw the autographed package of condoms.
The cashier gave Misa an irritated look as she handed her the bag of pocky along with her change. She took it and as she was walking towards the door she broke the promise she made for herself only moments before. She pushed the doors open and let herself have one last glimpse of Mikami before leaving.