Next time, Keigo, check the calendar.
Title: Got Bleach?
For:
helloshoe
Pairings/Characters: Ikkaku/Mizuho, Keigo
Theme/Prompt: What’s this stain?
Word Count: 462
Summary: Keigo has a sister complex.
Author Notes: First commenter gets to pick next request from the unlimited thread, etc. etc.
“What have you done to my sister, you monster?!” Keigo demanded, slamming Ikkaku into the nearest wall.
“Whadd’ya mean?” The transfer student wasn’t impressed by the blatant hostility directed at him. “I didn’t do anythin’ to yer sister.”
“Where is she?” The boy was persisting with his ruthless accusations it would seem. “Where have you taken her?!”
“Wha the fuck? Did ya check her, don’t know, room? Usually she’s in there, yah?” Ikkaku shrugged and then roughly pushed the kid away so he could continue back on his way to the bathroom. The interruption hadn’t been appreciated … at all. Grumbling under his breath, he slammed the door shut - right in Keigo’s face. The boy had attempted, once more, to follow him.
And the kid was still there when he exited the bathroom a few minutes later. Damn, Ikkaku thought sourly, does the kid ever give the fuck up?
“I checked,” Keigo clarified imperiously. “She’s not there.”
Ikkaku wasn’t quite getting why he was supposed to care. Mizuho had a mind of her own. The girl could have been any where from Antarctica to Switzerland for all they knew. Plus, it wasn’t like the girl couldn’t take care of herself. On the contrary, she could pack one hell of a punch.
“There was, however, blood on her sheets. What did you do?” The kid was glaring now, assuming inappropriate things. “I swear, if you hurt my sister, I’ll - I’ll …”
Ikkaku scratched at his head, a bit bored to be honest. “Yah, yah, you’ll kill me dead or some shit. Dude, did ya ever consider that could ‘ave been someone else’s blood?” suggested the bald shinigami in a faux helpful manner. “’Cause ya know, it’s possible. She ain’t no little girl any more.”
Paling, eyes wide, Keigo pretended to be a fish out of water for a couple of seconds and then exploded without further ado. “Oh hell no! You - you … you’re screwing my sister?!”
“Wah? No! I never said I was the one …”
It was no use, though. Keigo’s brain could only process so much information at once. And when Mizuho returned home some hours later from the movies (tonight being girls’ night out if Keigo had bothered checking the calendar), she found both her brother and their guest entangled on the floor. The cuts and bruises they both shared attested to the fact there had been a brawl of some sort. Sighing and shaking her head, she stepped over them and headed toward her room.
Over her shoulder, she asked, “Oi, Keigo, we got any bleach? I split some ketchup on my sheets last night.”
Ikkaku refrained from comment as Keigo hugged him, crying nonsensical tears of joy. It was safe to say most humans were fairly insane.
For:
helloshoe
Pairings/Characters: Ikkaku/Mizuho, Keigo
Theme/Prompt: What’s this stain?
Word Count: 462
Summary: Keigo has a sister complex.
Author Notes: First commenter gets to pick next request from the unlimited thread, etc. etc.
“What have you done to my sister, you monster?!” Keigo demanded, slamming Ikkaku into the nearest wall.
“Whadd’ya mean?” The transfer student wasn’t impressed by the blatant hostility directed at him. “I didn’t do anythin’ to yer sister.”
“Where is she?” The boy was persisting with his ruthless accusations it would seem. “Where have you taken her?!”
“Wha the fuck? Did ya check her, don’t know, room? Usually she’s in there, yah?” Ikkaku shrugged and then roughly pushed the kid away so he could continue back on his way to the bathroom. The interruption hadn’t been appreciated … at all. Grumbling under his breath, he slammed the door shut - right in Keigo’s face. The boy had attempted, once more, to follow him.
And the kid was still there when he exited the bathroom a few minutes later. Damn, Ikkaku thought sourly, does the kid ever give the fuck up?
“I checked,” Keigo clarified imperiously. “She’s not there.”
Ikkaku wasn’t quite getting why he was supposed to care. Mizuho had a mind of her own. The girl could have been any where from Antarctica to Switzerland for all they knew. Plus, it wasn’t like the girl couldn’t take care of herself. On the contrary, she could pack one hell of a punch.
“There was, however, blood on her sheets. What did you do?” The kid was glaring now, assuming inappropriate things. “I swear, if you hurt my sister, I’ll - I’ll …”
Ikkaku scratched at his head, a bit bored to be honest. “Yah, yah, you’ll kill me dead or some shit. Dude, did ya ever consider that could ‘ave been someone else’s blood?” suggested the bald shinigami in a faux helpful manner. “’Cause ya know, it’s possible. She ain’t no little girl any more.”
Paling, eyes wide, Keigo pretended to be a fish out of water for a couple of seconds and then exploded without further ado. “Oh hell no! You - you … you’re screwing my sister?!”
“Wah? No! I never said I was the one …”
It was no use, though. Keigo’s brain could only process so much information at once. And when Mizuho returned home some hours later from the movies (tonight being girls’ night out if Keigo had bothered checking the calendar), she found both her brother and their guest entangled on the floor. The cuts and bruises they both shared attested to the fact there had been a brawl of some sort. Sighing and shaking her head, she stepped over them and headed toward her room.
Over her shoulder, she asked, “Oi, Keigo, we got any bleach? I split some ketchup on my sheets last night.”
Ikkaku refrained from comment as Keigo hugged him, crying nonsensical tears of joy. It was safe to say most humans were fairly insane.