Re: Keep the Lids Closed [3a/?] - REWRITTEN
anonymous
November 17 2011, 22:09:55 UTC
Arthur hated technologies so much.
He repeatedly hit the backspace button on his keyboard, hoping that his last typing would recover somehow, but damn, they didn’t. And it had already been more than fifteen pages long, damn it! And Arthur wasn’t willing to type them all over again; the deadline was tomorrow. The French frog had reminded him about the matter thousand times last week; and now Kiku was unavailable to the phone to help him as he was busied by a fan meeting.
It all started with a (fail) attempt to ignore Alfred that kept bothering him with his countless messages since Alfred had gotten his, or her-whoever Arthur was-email address from God-knows-where., all addressed to one person; Victoria. And as much as Arthur admitted that he was certainly Victoria (seriously, Arthur had to get his gender checked), he wouldn’t want to respond to each silly mails like ‘Have you got a boyfriend?’ or ‘Hey, you don’t mind I’m bi, right?’. He wasn’t responding to each of them, but occasionally, he would send him a short reply, but that turned out soon as a long chat.
It was just a week that Alfred had started sending messages with him-or her-and Arthur hadn’t felt this close to him before. The younger blonde seemed to have soften a little to him; at first all his jokes and messages seem so forced and sarcastic, but as the time went, Arthur could even smile at a sentence Alfred sent him with.
-wait; it’s not time to think about that nonsense!
Arthur mentally slapped himself from inside. He had accidentally clicked his word icon as he tapped at the ‘delete’ key to send one of those junk mails to the trash and now, his word processor’s pages was just as clean as new. He desperately tried many ways to recover the typed documents to no avail.
God, he hated this moment.
After a while, he decided to mail Alfred about his (or now, as her) problem, hoping that Alfred could help. Kiku said that he was excellent in electronics, and what was his talent if it wasn’t for helping others?
…It’s not like Arthur really wanted help from Alfred! H-He just really in time rush now, there’s no time to type all the things all over again!
With sinking heart and a gulp, he began typing a short message to Alfred.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m From: fairy_victoria@mail.m Subject: Need Help
It’s not like I’m going to reply to your message, but as Kiku is unavailable to help me right now, if you’re willing. I’m losing my typed script in accidental push of delete button. Help me to recover it. I’m going to send it tomorrow to my publisher.
It was nothing; just a simple message, and it didn’t sound like he was pleading for help. He was demanding for help.
But five minutes passed after he clicked the ‘send’ button, an unread message popped in his inbox. Arthur raised an eyebrow; that bloke really could type, couldn’t he?
And Arthur regretted his words as soon as he clicked the message open.
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m Subject: gladly, with a price! :D
nuthin’ a hero can’t fix for ya! well, but with a price after all :P agree and ur doc sholda recover in a blink of eye! :D
One; it was for his atrocious spelling and grammar and-what in the hell did ‘ur’ mean?! As an author, Arthur felt like he was going to teach a five-year-old how to write a proper word without failing a single letter or even to construct a simple sentence like, ‘I love you, A-‘.
Arthur gagged, stopping himself from whatever thought might had crossed his mind.
Keep the Lids Closed [4b/?] - REWRITTEN
anonymous
November 18 2011, 12:48:45 UTC
[Crap, the title above should be 4a. sorry. OTL]
Two; and what, the help wasn’t free after all? Arthur grumbled under his breath. This better be good.
He typed another response for Alfred;
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m From: fairy_victoria@mail.m Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
I think that you’ve been so familiar with me, the help will come in free; but that doesn’t matter for me as long as I get my documents back. How much will you want me to pay?
As he hit the send button, Arthur suddenly felt that it wasn’t money that Alfred was into-from his text messages with Alfred (as himself, NOT as Victoria). He had written about this situation in one of his novels, where the main heroine was trying to avoid a persistent man wanting to marry her for her inheritance money, until he was forced to disguise as a man to hide herself from him-it was a good-ending, though, she finally found a man who finally really loved her and the bad man was gone. Not exactly the same situation, because Arthur thought that the motive really wasn’t money-Alfred could had earned those even more than him!-but if what he had suspected came true…
A beep from his laptop had startled Arthur, signalling a new message delivered into his inbox. He turned to face the glowing light coming from the screen; the envelope icon in his browser had a red balloon with the number ‘1’ in it. Mentally assuring himself that his suspicions hadn’t come true, he clicked at the icon-
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
no, not money, silly! :) I wana meet YOU! isn’t that awesome? you can even bring Arthur along if he want, but I doubt that cranky old man’ll agree! :D :D
P.S. don’t tell him kay? XD
Arthur shouldn’t have taken the profession as a romance author novel as his prediction was proved true. And now, he seemed torn in between freaking out at the fact that Alfred really wanted to meet him-no, her-or snapping his keyboard into half at the last two sentences; Arthur swore he would kill the taller as soon as he met him again!
He quickly typed back a reply.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m From: fairy_victoria@mail.m Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
I had never shown up in public, Alfred. Don’t push your luck.
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
not as Victoria anyway, right? :D I think no one recognize u. that’s better! we can have private moments!
Arthur paused.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m From: fairy_victoria@mail.m Subject: What?
What do you mean, ‘private moments’?
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m Subject: Re: What?
it means that we can talk openly; ooh, u think about something else?
Keep the Lids Closed [4c/?] - REWRITTEN
anonymous
November 18 2011, 12:51:38 UTC
Pink blush slowly started to invade Arthur’s cheeks; he could almost hear the snicker Alfred probably had given as he typed his message. That wanker-!
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m From: fairy_victoria@mail.m Subject: Re: What?
Belt up, wanker. It’s not like I’m agreeing to meet you already.
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m Subject: Re: What?
aw, but u want ur doc recovered, right? :D :D till you agree, I won’t tell! XD
The sandy blonde gritted his teeth in frustration and anger. Finally, he typed furiously, the keys tapped against the surface beneath them noisily.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m From: fairy_victoria@mail.m Subject: Re: What?
Fine. Fine, you bloody wank,I’ll meet you, if it’s for the sake of my script! Now bloody tell me how to recover them!
[Sorry for the delay, I got very busy with everything… And if this chapter seems so rushed, I hope I’m forgiven as well… OTL their meeting will be in the next two chapters, and it’s actually the one I’ve been writing just before I rewritten this story XD and so sorry for the lack of Alfred (again…) this chapter… and also for the mail-like conversation format, I know it’s pretty horrible especially for Alfred’s language; I don’t speak English, and my writings mostly are so formal, so if you see a mistake, feel free to point it out :)
On the other hand, I’d like to thank everyone who had commented last chapter! I’m glad Anon 1 liked evil!Kiku lol, and the LONG comment OP gave me really, really made me smile after three chapters phew… Hope you like this one, even this chap’s kinda pointless OTL
He repeatedly hit the backspace button on his keyboard, hoping that his last typing would recover somehow, but damn, they didn’t. And it had already been more than fifteen pages long, damn it! And Arthur wasn’t willing to type them all over again; the deadline was tomorrow. The French frog had reminded him about the matter thousand times last week; and now Kiku was unavailable to the phone to help him as he was busied by a fan meeting.
It all started with a (fail) attempt to ignore Alfred that kept bothering him with his countless messages since Alfred had gotten his, or her-whoever Arthur was-email address from God-knows-where., all addressed to one person; Victoria. And as much as Arthur admitted that he was certainly Victoria (seriously, Arthur had to get his gender checked), he wouldn’t want to respond to each silly mails like ‘Have you got a boyfriend?’ or ‘Hey, you don’t mind I’m bi, right?’. He wasn’t responding to each of them, but occasionally, he would send him a short reply, but that turned out soon as a long chat.
It was just a week that Alfred had started sending messages with him-or her-and Arthur hadn’t felt this close to him before. The younger blonde seemed to have soften a little to him; at first all his jokes and messages seem so forced and sarcastic, but as the time went, Arthur could even smile at a sentence Alfred sent him with.
-wait; it’s not time to think about that nonsense!
Arthur mentally slapped himself from inside. He had accidentally clicked his word icon as he tapped at the ‘delete’ key to send one of those junk mails to the trash and now, his word processor’s pages was just as clean as new. He desperately tried many ways to recover the typed documents to no avail.
God, he hated this moment.
After a while, he decided to mail Alfred about his (or now, as her) problem, hoping that Alfred could help. Kiku said that he was excellent in electronics, and what was his talent if it wasn’t for helping others?
…It’s not like Arthur really wanted help from Alfred! H-He just really in time rush now, there’s no time to type all the things all over again!
With sinking heart and a gulp, he began typing a short message to Alfred.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
From: fairy_victoria@mail.m
Subject: Need Help
It’s not like I’m going to reply to your message, but as Kiku is unavailable to help me right now, if you’re willing. I’m losing my typed script in accidental push of delete button. Help me to recover it. I’m going to send it tomorrow to my publisher.
It was nothing; just a simple message, and it didn’t sound like he was pleading for help. He was demanding for help.
But five minutes passed after he clicked the ‘send’ button, an unread message popped in his inbox. Arthur raised an eyebrow; that bloke really could type, couldn’t he?
And Arthur regretted his words as soon as he clicked the message open.
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m
From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
Subject: gladly, with a price! :D
nuthin’ a hero can’t fix for ya! well, but with a price after all :P agree and ur doc sholda recover in a blink of eye! :D
One; it was for his atrocious spelling and grammar and-what in the hell did ‘ur’ mean?! As an author, Arthur felt like he was going to teach a five-year-old how to write a proper word without failing a single letter or even to construct a simple sentence like, ‘I love you, A-‘.
Arthur gagged, stopping himself from whatever thought might had crossed his mind.
Reply
Two; and what, the help wasn’t free after all? Arthur grumbled under his breath. This better be good.
He typed another response for Alfred;
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
From: fairy_victoria@mail.m
Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
I think that you’ve been so familiar with me, the help will come in free; but that doesn’t matter for me as long as I get my documents back. How much will you want me to pay?
As he hit the send button, Arthur suddenly felt that it wasn’t money that Alfred was into-from his text messages with Alfred (as himself, NOT as Victoria). He had written about this situation in one of his novels, where the main heroine was trying to avoid a persistent man wanting to marry her for her inheritance money, until he was forced to disguise as a man to hide herself from him-it was a good-ending, though, she finally found a man who finally really loved her and the bad man was gone. Not exactly the same situation, because Arthur thought that the motive really wasn’t money-Alfred could had earned those even more than him!-but if what he had suspected came true…
A beep from his laptop had startled Arthur, signalling a new message delivered into his inbox. He turned to face the glowing light coming from the screen; the envelope icon in his browser had a red balloon with the number ‘1’ in it. Mentally assuring himself that his suspicions hadn’t come true, he clicked at the icon-
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m
From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
no, not money, silly! :) I wana meet YOU! isn’t that awesome? you can even bring Arthur along if he want, but I doubt that cranky old man’ll agree! :D :D
P.S. don’t tell him kay? XD
Arthur shouldn’t have taken the profession as a romance author novel as his prediction was proved true. And now, he seemed torn in between freaking out at the fact that Alfred really wanted to meet him-no, her-or snapping his keyboard into half at the last two sentences; Arthur swore he would kill the taller as soon as he met him again!
He quickly typed back a reply.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
From: fairy_victoria@mail.m
Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
I had never shown up in public, Alfred. Don’t push your luck.
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m
From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
Subject: Re: gladly, with a price! :D
not as Victoria anyway, right? :D I think no one recognize u. that’s better! we can have private moments!
Arthur paused.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
From: fairy_victoria@mail.m
Subject: What?
What do you mean, ‘private moments’?
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m
From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
Subject: Re: What?
it means that we can talk openly; ooh, u think about something else?
Reply
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
From: fairy_victoria@mail.m
Subject: Re: What?
Belt up, wanker. It’s not like I’m agreeing to meet you already.
To: fairy_victoria@mail.m
From: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
Subject: Re: What?
aw, but u want ur doc recovered, right? :D :D till you agree, I won’t tell! XD
The sandy blonde gritted his teeth in frustration and anger. Finally, he typed furiously, the keys tapped against the surface beneath them noisily.
To: hero_hackerz@gdot.m
From: fairy_victoria@mail.m
Subject: Re: What?
Fine. Fine, you bloody wank,I’ll meet you, if it’s for the sake of my script! Now bloody tell me how to recover them!
[Sorry for the delay, I got very busy with everything… And if this chapter seems so rushed, I hope I’m forgiven as well… OTL their meeting will be in the next two chapters, and it’s actually the one I’ve been writing just before I rewritten this story XD and so sorry for the lack of Alfred (again…) this chapter… and also for the mail-like conversation format, I know it’s pretty horrible especially for Alfred’s language; I don’t speak English, and my writings mostly are so formal, so if you see a mistake, feel free to point it out :)
On the other hand, I’d like to thank everyone who had commented last chapter! I’m glad Anon 1 liked evil!Kiku lol, and the LONG comment OP gave me really, really made me smile after three chapters phew… Hope you like this one, even this chap’s kinda pointless OTL
See you next chapter! :D]
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