Blind Go Round 4 Chat drabbles from yours truly
There was a time and place for everything, Kuwabara believed. That was his way of living. Right now though, he could appreciate life's little surprises.
After all, he waqsn't getting any younger, and today, on his natal day, the sight of not one, but two bespectacled go pros in short french maid uniforms. It made him so happy he could die right now and go straight to heaven.
Ogata knelt down with aplomb, balancing the tea tray while managing to not lose his balance on those high heels.
"Tea for the Master?" he asked, as Ochi massaged Kuwabara's shoulders, prepping him for some vigorous exercise later.
A loud bang from the door. "No, I should be serving the master first!" Tsutsui ran in, his skirts hiked ridiculously high to display his garters.
"Flasher," Ochi muttered, annoyed.
Kuwabara snorted as the three french maids started a catfight to serve him. "Ah, this is the life."
As for Kaga:
By sheer manly stength (and maybe the liberal use of the feather duster) Ogata emerged victorious to serve their master first. Tsutsui, deliciously dishevelled, sniffled in a corner, moaning the lack of a Master.
At that point, Kaga, past master in catching every opportunity to get his uke even more dishevelled, walked in, and said, "Hey, Tsutsui, make me a sammich."
And Tsutsui, realizing one master did want him, happily complied.
Pancakes. A stack of half a dozen luscious golden brown patties swimming in maple syrup and cream. This isn't too bad, Kurata thought, as he picked up the form beside it and dug in. Though he preferred to start the day with a huge Japanese breakfast of salted fish, miso and several helpings of onigiri and sushi, this wasn't too bad.
Honda turned away from the stove, red from the heat and the frilly apron he was wearing. "I don't like being domesticated like this."
Kurata smiled beatifically at him, still munching on a forkful of pancakes. Honda sighed and prepared to make another batch.
"How can he win against me?!" Shindou fumed, tossing his head and letting the odango and hair tails bob every which way. His costume was _perfect_. He had spent hours of intensive practice and sewing - not to mention the torture of waxing his legs to its smooth paleness.THIS was a masterpiece, much better even than his spectacular National Alchemist with the magic trick of "transfiguring" his arm to a weapon.
"I even DYED the rest of my hair yellow for this! Do you know how many hours I spent just to make these wings? Or how Akari drilled me to walk on these heeled boots? And to lose to Touya!"
He flopped down gracelessly beside Waya's rpg assassin character, and granted their unwary audience a peek of his tiny white underwear. Tsutsui squeaked and threw his coat over Hikaru's legs, but Shindou quickly pushed them aside.
"Well, you have to admit, Touya's costume is unique," Tsutsui timidly pointed out.
"Yes, plus points for bravery in pulling _that_ off."
"I can be more daring than that! I can carry off Princess Leia's golden bikini if I have to!"
Waya rolled his eyes. Shindou glared up at the stage, where a blue skinned guardian force stood in all his - her - its naked glory, his green eyes narrowed in amusement as the Moon Princess flounced off the scene.
Hikaru carelessly rubbed against Ogata's hand, his striped orange ears twitching with pleasure at being close to his Master. Touya watched the display silently, the only sign of irritation being his stiffly held black tail.
"No wonder that name was carved on his neck," Touya said, betrayed.
Ogata fingered the word he had carved when he first received Hikaru as his Weapon. "Why, do you think so little of his loyalty you believe him to be truly 'Faithless'?"
Hikaru was at Akira's side in the instant Ogata launched his spell, the chain pulling taut between them. Akira clutched at the collar closed on his throat, and Ogata smiled at his pain, the humor not quite reaching his eyes.
"Akira, do you know why I never appeared before you in all those years you thought me gone?" he purred.
"The years of disappearance, let the night swallow the words of the one who was Lost," Hikaru declared, and the shadows surged forward, swelling to a black mass under Ogata's feet.
Ogata eyed it. "Night turns to day, let the light spread throughout the land."
Hikaru hissed as the shadows vanished in the bright flash that came from Ogata's hand. Akira grabbed hold of Hikaru's hand, stopping him from another spell.
"What?!"
"He's not alone."
"Oh, you noticed his presence already?" The orange-haired man appeared at Ogata's side, smiling at their shock.
Ko YeongHa shifted closer, lightly touching Ogata's sleeve. "Time to face our battle in earnest, little ones."