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Dec 08, 2009 22:49

8th December - Mistletoe The halls of Headquarters were booby trapped. No one ever saw him do it, but when the time came round, the finger of blame always pointed at Komui.
The green and white annoyances became the daily bane of the Black Order's lives, forcing them to be completely alert at all times. No one ever knew just when they would accidentally cross paths with the dreaded mistletoe and another person, but Komui always seemed to be somewhere nearby to enforce the kissing rule. It wasn't unusual to see members of the Science Department weaving around the halls, checking doors before they walked underneath, taking convoluted routes to avoid hot-spots and sometimes, avoiding work altogether. Even Kanda, when he ventured out of his room or the training hall, treated every entry with suspicion, eye balling the doorways for any flashes of green.

Miranda was sure that there was something different about Headquarters, but she could never quite put her finger on it. The amount of times she had walked into people recently far exceeded her monthly average. The amount of times she tripped over Komui hiding behind a corner was also up and increasing by the day. Any time she asked about the sudden clumsiness and secretive behaviour of the staff she got stammers, or excuses of being too busy to talk before they hurried away, eyes fixed firmly on the ceiling. Komui was no help at all, just putting his fingers to his lips and grinning like a cat until she walked away, confused.

The only person who didn't seem to be acting like the world would end if they crossed paths with another person was Noise. Tired of grazed knees and bruised hands, she strode across the hall to his door, pace decreasing with every step until she was practically walking backwards, a move that wouldn't be considered unusual given the behaviour of everyone else at the moment.

Timidly, she raised her hand to knock, only to have the wood fall away in front of her eyes. Noise smiled down at her, leaning against the door frame.

“I felt you coming.” He murmured, by way of explanation.

“O-Oh.” She fiddled with her sleeve, staring at the floor. “I was just wondering...”

“Why people are acting so erratic this week?” He shook his head. “I don't know, but I -”

“KISS!”

Miranda spun in surprise, to find Komui pointing at a spot somewhere above her head, eyes wild. She raised her head slowly, terrified, to see a sprig of something green gracing the door's mantle. She stretched her hand towards it curiously, glancing at Noise to see if he noticed.

Noise looked over at Komui. “...Mistletoe... I wondered what you were doing earlier.”

“Mistletoe means kisses.” The Supervisor nodded firmly at Miranda as she looked wildly between the two for some cue on what to do.

“O-Oh! Komui! I can't... what?”

She stopped mid-sentence as Noise leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. “Oh.”

“Finally.” Komui put his hands behind his head as he walked away triumphantly to plot more casual Christmas mischief.

I am so very ashamed to have written this.

miranda, d.gray man, fanfiction, noise marie, dgm advent, miranda/noise

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