I had a dream that I was transported back in time and babysat Anne Blythe's kids.
....to make it worse, there were zombies and some sort of action hero dude (I ... guess they decided to remake the series, only with an action/supernatural element?) and I spent more time than I'm really willing to remember telling Jem things like NO YOU CANNOT HELP THE UNDEAD HUNTER, YOU WILL DIE HORRIBLY AND IT IS PAST YOUR BEDTIME. Then I salted all the windows but the zombies got in anyway, so we all rushed around finding salt shakers and salted them like slugs. Then Queen Victoria gave an inspiring speech.
My brain, I don't even know sometimes.
She was trembling with suppressed rage, from the frill perched on her unbound red curls to the bow on at her waist, to the very tips of her shoes.
Gilbert really didn't see how life could possibly get any better. Well, she could be willing to wear a maid's uniform and also not look like she was five seconds away from breaking her tray over his head.
"Anne," hissed Diana, in some agony, "Just go along with it, he won the auction, it's only for today, please, think of --"
Anne ground her teeth audibly, set her mouth in something closer to a snarl than a pretty smile, and growled, "How - may - I - serve - you," she choked on the words, "Master?"
Gilbert clearly was the luckiest person in Canada.
Later Nino swore to God that it wasn't his fault, but not even Ohno really believed him. He had to buy everybody lunch for a week before Sho finally took pity on him.
"So basically," said the producer, who had been working with them practically since they were tiny Juniors with huge eyes clinging to their friends and had never even french-kissed a bandmate on national television or anything, and was thus immune to their whining, "Jun-kun will be your manservant for a week. It will be great! Do-S has to obey the whims of his bandmates."
Aiba, with surprising presence of mind, got up and hid behind Ohno and Sho.
"Obey their whims?" said Jun. Then something lit in his eyes, brightening to a terrible, terrible glow. "You mean, take care of them for an entire week?"
"You are in such trouble," hissed Sho to Nino.
Riku basically had spent their entire childhood wanting to strangle Sora anyway, so the day that he turned fourteen and formally became Sora's servant, to have and to hold and ... that was kind of disturbing like being married, he decided. But the day he formally became Sora's servant, Sora gave him one of his huge smiles and said, "Now we can stay together!" and Riku's heart kind of did something funny in his chest.
Sora was a horrible master. The only thing he was willing to let Riku do was clean his room for him (Sora was a PIG) and follow him around. He was constantly thinking of stupid things to do and he always wanted Riku to have his favorite parts off the fruit salad and ... he was a terrible master, that was all there was to it.
Three years later he was still the World's Suckiest Master, except now he was all lean and adolescent and Riku was separated from him, trying to get them back home and make up for his own betrayal and not, repeat, not throw himself on Sora embarrassingly and well. He couldn't help it. It gnawed at him when they were apart. He wanted to have both arms around Sora and squeeze the moron until he freaking POPPED.
"Aren't you supposed to be my employee," said Naoya, looking up at Reiji, which was less intimidating than Reiji thought Naoya hoped, and more unconsciously provocative.
"Technically," said Reiji, blowing a thin line of smoke out, scenting the air with the half-sweet scent of good tobacco. Naoya's nostrils flared, but Reiji didn't think it was with distaste. "Technically I am your grandfather's employee. Assigned to keep your skinny ass out of trouble." He took another long drag and held the cigarette in his mouth while he turned Naoya around to examine his back. No blood but the shirt was ruined. "Which you are obviously not able to manage for yourself," he added.
He ground out the cigarette and turned Naoya around to face him, briskly but not roughly. "Get that shirt off."
Naoya's face flamed red. "What - I - Aoe-san!"
"Call me Reiji," he said, baring his teeth in a smile, even as he unbuttoned Naoya's shirt to reveal his pale shoulders, marked here and there by welts. They'd been very thorough. Reiji had every intention of being more so. "You are my boss, after all."
"I don't even see why," began Kagami, and then shut up because Tendou turned around and gave him a Look. He waited until Tendou was done tenderly adorning the cake with tiny gold dots of frosting. "I really don't see why you even need a servant."
Tendou began to pipe leaves onto a sheet of parchment. "You're not paid to think," he said mildly.
"Then what AM I paid to do?" said Kagami, exasperated. "You won't let me clean, I can only cook basic food, your sister is too old for a nanny and you spend more time fussing about my clothing than I've spent in years!" He took a deep breath, because he was fairly on his rant now and he wasn't going to stop until he finished it. "You don't need a secretary, you don't even KEEP a computer because you have a perfect memory, and you do everything better than I ever could anyway!"
Tendou slanted a look at him, even as he picked up another tube of frosting and began to make delicate roses. "That's not what I'm paying you for," he said.
"I wish you'd tell me!" said Kagami.
Tendou curved his mouth in an amused smirk. "If I did, I'd have to fire you," he said, and when Kagami opened his mouth to yell at him, popped a frosting rose into his mouth.
After work: Holic, and I guess two Arashi AUs? orz Idek but I feel someone owes me something somewhere. You dudes can still scroll down and request a couple more.
My brain, I don't even know sometimes.
She was trembling with suppressed rage, from the frill perched on her unbound red curls to the bow on at her waist, to the very tips of her shoes.
Gilbert really didn't see how life could possibly get any better. Well, she could be willing to wear a maid's uniform and also not look like she was five seconds away from breaking her tray over his head.
"Anne," hissed Diana, in some agony, "Just go along with it, he won the auction, it's only for today, please, think of --"
Anne ground her teeth audibly, set her mouth in something closer to a snarl than a pretty smile, and growled, "How - may - I - serve - you," she choked on the words, "Master?"
Gilbert clearly was the luckiest person in Canada.
Later Nino swore to God that it wasn't his fault, but not even Ohno really believed him. He had to buy everybody lunch for a week before Sho finally took pity on him.
"So basically," said the producer, who had been working with them practically since they were tiny Juniors with huge eyes clinging to their friends and had never even french-kissed a bandmate on national television or anything, and was thus immune to their whining, "Jun-kun will be your manservant for a week. It will be great! Do-S has to obey the whims of his bandmates."
Aiba, with surprising presence of mind, got up and hid behind Ohno and Sho.
"Obey their whims?" said Jun. Then something lit in his eyes, brightening to a terrible, terrible glow. "You mean, take care of them for an entire week?"
"You are in such trouble," hissed Sho to Nino.
Riku basically had spent their entire childhood wanting to strangle Sora anyway, so the day that he turned fourteen and formally became Sora's servant, to have and to hold and ... that was kind of disturbing like being married, he decided. But the day he formally became Sora's servant, Sora gave him one of his huge smiles and said, "Now we can stay together!" and Riku's heart kind of did something funny in his chest.
Sora was a horrible master. The only thing he was willing to let Riku do was clean his room for him (Sora was a PIG) and follow him around. He was constantly thinking of stupid things to do and he always wanted Riku to have his favorite parts off the fruit salad and ... he was a terrible master, that was all there was to it.
Three years later he was still the World's Suckiest Master, except now he was all lean and adolescent and Riku was separated from him, trying to get them back home and make up for his own betrayal and not, repeat, not throw himself on Sora embarrassingly and well. He couldn't help it. It gnawed at him when they were apart. He wanted to have both arms around Sora and squeeze the moron until he freaking POPPED.
"Aren't you supposed to be my employee," said Naoya, looking up at Reiji, which was less intimidating than Reiji thought Naoya hoped, and more unconsciously provocative.
"Technically," said Reiji, blowing a thin line of smoke out, scenting the air with the half-sweet scent of good tobacco. Naoya's nostrils flared, but Reiji didn't think it was with distaste. "Technically I am your grandfather's employee. Assigned to keep your skinny ass out of trouble." He took another long drag and held the cigarette in his mouth while he turned Naoya around to examine his back. No blood but the shirt was ruined. "Which you are obviously not able to manage for yourself," he added.
He ground out the cigarette and turned Naoya around to face him, briskly but not roughly. "Get that shirt off."
Naoya's face flamed red. "What - I - Aoe-san!"
"Call me Reiji," he said, baring his teeth in a smile, even as he unbuttoned Naoya's shirt to reveal his pale shoulders, marked here and there by welts. They'd been very thorough. Reiji had every intention of being more so. "You are my boss, after all."
"I don't even see why," began Kagami, and then shut up because Tendou turned around and gave him a Look. He waited until Tendou was done tenderly adorning the cake with tiny gold dots of frosting. "I really don't see why you even need a servant."
Tendou began to pipe leaves onto a sheet of parchment. "You're not paid to think," he said mildly.
"Then what AM I paid to do?" said Kagami, exasperated. "You won't let me clean, I can only cook basic food, your sister is too old for a nanny and you spend more time fussing about my clothing than I've spent in years!" He took a deep breath, because he was fairly on his rant now and he wasn't going to stop until he finished it. "You don't need a secretary, you don't even KEEP a computer because you have a perfect memory, and you do everything better than I ever could anyway!"
Tendou slanted a look at him, even as he picked up another tube of frosting and began to make delicate roses. "That's not what I'm paying you for," he said.
"I wish you'd tell me!" said Kagami.
Tendou curved his mouth in an amused smirk. "If I did, I'd have to fire you," he said, and when Kagami opened his mouth to yell at him, popped a frosting rose into his mouth.
After work: Holic, and I guess two Arashi AUs? orz Idek but I feel someone owes me something somewhere. You dudes can still scroll down and request a couple more.