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I started writing this in the middle of AP Chem today. I mean, do I really need to know about buffer systems? I have a feeling Mukuro is very OOC, but I'm just so happy to finally get back into writing fanfiction I almost think it's okay.
Conundrum
“Ken, what does this light switch do?”
Ken was momentarily speechless, and not because Mukuro had dragged into light one of the obvious failings of their new home. Mukuro had completely disregarded the clean towels Chikusa had left out for his use and had traipsed water all over the floor and now stood poking at the light in nothing but his birthday suit. If Ken didn’t know any better, he would say Mukuro had done that on purpose, manipulative and vain as he was.
“Mukuro-sama,” he began delicately. “Don’t you think you should put on some clothes?”
Mukuro waved a long white hand dismissively. “Clothes are unimportant,” he declared. “Otherwise we’d wear them during sex.”
Ken thought that there was a serious flaw in that logic, but like a good vassal he decided to ignore both the comment and his leader’s pale nakedness.
“The light switch, Ken,” Mukuro said impatiently. “What does it do?”
“Obviously it turns a light on, Mukuro-sama.”
Mukuro sighed dramatically. “No, Ken, it does not turn the light on. Observe.” He sauntered casually across the room as though being naked in front of other people was a natural state for him (which, Ken thought, given that it’s Mukuro, is not all that unlikely) and turned off all the lights, then walked back over and resume poking the switch in question.
“Well?”
“Obviously it doesn’t turn a light on.” Ken shrugged. “Maybe a vent?”
“The vents don’t work!” Mukuro snapped. “Why is it here if it doesn’t work? What does it do?!” He glared at the switch, as though it were somehow to blame for every problem in his life, from his failure to locate the mafia boss in town to his lack of sanity.
“Maybe it’s broken.” Ken suggested.
Mukuro poked it again, brooding.
“Maybe,” he said finally. “Okay. You can go.”
Relieved, Ken dashed from the room to find some strawberry gum, some video games, anything to get the picture of naked Mukuro swaggering around out of his head.
When Chikusa came in five hours later looking for some toilet paper, he found pieces of wall and a layer of dust two inches thick waiting for him.
“Chikusa!” Mukuro cried joyfully, covered in dust like some bizarre Renaissance sculpture come to life (And where, Chikusa wondered, are his clothes?) “It took me awhile, and I had to take apart the entire wall to do it, but I finally figured it out!” He turned to survey his work with something akin to frustrated pride.
“Figured what out, Mukuro-sama?” Chikusa asked carefully.
“Ken was right.” Mukuro pouted. “The damn light switch is broken.”
Note: There actually is a lightswitch in my bathroom that doesn't do anything. It inspired another story that I have yet to finish, but not one that is nearly so comedic. Or intended to be comedic.
I'm really not so sure how I feel about this ending. Maybe the whole story went too fast?
Questions? Comments? Criticisms? Leave a comment! (alliteration is awesome, isn't it?)
Conundrum
“Ken, what does this light switch do?”
Ken was momentarily speechless, and not because Mukuro had dragged into light one of the obvious failings of their new home. Mukuro had completely disregarded the clean towels Chikusa had left out for his use and had traipsed water all over the floor and now stood poking at the light in nothing but his birthday suit. If Ken didn’t know any better, he would say Mukuro had done that on purpose, manipulative and vain as he was.
“Mukuro-sama,” he began delicately. “Don’t you think you should put on some clothes?”
Mukuro waved a long white hand dismissively. “Clothes are unimportant,” he declared. “Otherwise we’d wear them during sex.”
Ken thought that there was a serious flaw in that logic, but like a good vassal he decided to ignore both the comment and his leader’s pale nakedness.
“The light switch, Ken,” Mukuro said impatiently. “What does it do?”
“Obviously it turns a light on, Mukuro-sama.”
Mukuro sighed dramatically. “No, Ken, it does not turn the light on. Observe.” He sauntered casually across the room as though being naked in front of other people was a natural state for him (which, Ken thought, given that it’s Mukuro, is not all that unlikely) and turned off all the lights, then walked back over and resume poking the switch in question.
“Well?”
“Obviously it doesn’t turn a light on.” Ken shrugged. “Maybe a vent?”
“The vents don’t work!” Mukuro snapped. “Why is it here if it doesn’t work? What does it do?!” He glared at the switch, as though it were somehow to blame for every problem in his life, from his failure to locate the mafia boss in town to his lack of sanity.
“Maybe it’s broken.” Ken suggested.
Mukuro poked it again, brooding.
“Maybe,” he said finally. “Okay. You can go.”
Relieved, Ken dashed from the room to find some strawberry gum, some video games, anything to get the picture of naked Mukuro swaggering around out of his head.
When Chikusa came in five hours later looking for some toilet paper, he found pieces of wall and a layer of dust two inches thick waiting for him.
“Chikusa!” Mukuro cried joyfully, covered in dust like some bizarre Renaissance sculpture come to life (And where, Chikusa wondered, are his clothes?) “It took me awhile, and I had to take apart the entire wall to do it, but I finally figured it out!” He turned to survey his work with something akin to frustrated pride.
“Figured what out, Mukuro-sama?” Chikusa asked carefully.
“Ken was right.” Mukuro pouted. “The damn light switch is broken.”
Note: There actually is a lightswitch in my bathroom that doesn't do anything. It inspired another story that I have yet to finish, but not one that is nearly so comedic. Or intended to be comedic.
I'm really not so sure how I feel about this ending. Maybe the whole story went too fast?
Questions? Comments? Criticisms? Leave a comment! (alliteration is awesome, isn't it?)