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Title: A Sticky Situation
Warnings: Mrr. See below?
Characters/couples: Clef, Kusanagi
Summary: Clef cleans up.
Rating: I think that there is one curse word, :3
Notes: My writing did not want to work tonight, so uh, I resorted to Clef Abuse, XD; Hopefully I'll get it together and get the fics I really wanted to write written tonight, ♥
When Clef walked into the teacher’s lounge, Kusanagi took one look at him, and started laughing. “Don’t mock,” Clef growled, and looked around threateningly for a broom. He’d need the extra length to reach Kusanagi’s head, but it would suit the other teacher right. Unfortunately, Clef couldn’t find one, and instead collapsed back against the door, defeated but not happy about it. “DO. NOT. MOCK.”
“I’m sorry,” Kusanagi gasped. “But.”
“Shut up.”
Kusanagi wheezed, clutching his side; he missed the chair he was aiming for, and landed his ass on the floor instead, but still couldn’t stifle his laughter. It was quite a sight. Clef thought that Kusanagi’s head was on perfect level with his foot; Kusanagi must have caught that thought in a gleam in Clef’s eye as well, because he finally managed to get his amusement under control.
“I- I’m sorry, Clef-san,” he said with a smile that instantly managed to soothe a little of Clef’s pride. “It’s just. Er. What happened?”
With a sigh, Clef pushed off from the door, and stomped over to the little kitchenette they had in the lounge. He twisted the faucets on viciously, and said over the rush and splatter of the water, “Himawari-chan happened.”
At that, Kusanagi raised an eyebrow, and leaned his massive form against the counter next to Clef. It made Clef’s eyebrow twitch; damned tall man that he was, Kusanagi almost blocked out the light. “How’s that?” he asked. “Himawari-chan was one of my favorites! Sweetest girl, ever.”
“Hm,” Clef said, and gave Kusanagi a sly look. “Even sweeter than Yuzuriha-kun?”
Kusanagi blushed.
“Anyway,” Clef said glibly as he finished washing off his hands and arms, and got to work on his face and neck and hair. “Somehow she got Kimihiro-kun - the miniature chef that he is - to make snacks for their little imouto-chan, Sakura.”
The blush was gone already, though Kusanagi was still rubbing at the back of his neck ruefully. “I’ll bet Shizuka-kun and the twins had something to do with that one. They dote on Sakura-chan like mad.”
“Yes,” Clef said. “And heaven forbid her power of cute ever be used for evil. I dread the day Tomoyo-chan or Eagle-kun loses what little mobster ethics they have.”
“They can’t be worse than Clow or Yuuko,” Kusanagi said with the half-surety, half-terror that was his by rights, as the only surviving teacher of the twin terrors.
Clef squinted at Kusanagi as he wiped dripping water off his face, and slicked his hair back with it. He turned the taps off with a sigh, and said, “Tomoyo and Eagle have one thing that they do not have. The ambition to rule the world. That, and Sakura and Hikaru.”
“…”
“Precisely,” Clef said with a nod, and turned, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Anyway, Himawari-chan thought it would be a grand idea to make a treat for Sakura-chan, so Kimihiro-kun made something for her. And the whole class. And somehow, they snuck it in during recess. And. Explosion. Of confection. All over. My students.”
“Ah,” Kusanagi said with a look like he was trying very, very hard not to start laughing again. “And you, I see.”
“Yes,” Clef sighed, and then stiffened when the door to the lounge opened. Yuzuriha bounced in, and then stopped, and cocked her head. Kusanagi raised his eyebrows and waited. He wasn’t disappointed.
“Clef-san, why do you have cupcake smeared all over your clothes?”
Warnings: Mrr. See below?
Characters/couples: Clef, Kusanagi
Summary: Clef cleans up.
Rating: I think that there is one curse word, :3
Notes: My writing did not want to work tonight, so uh, I resorted to Clef Abuse, XD; Hopefully I'll get it together and get the fics I really wanted to write written tonight, ♥
When Clef walked into the teacher’s lounge, Kusanagi took one look at him, and started laughing. “Don’t mock,” Clef growled, and looked around threateningly for a broom. He’d need the extra length to reach Kusanagi’s head, but it would suit the other teacher right. Unfortunately, Clef couldn’t find one, and instead collapsed back against the door, defeated but not happy about it. “DO. NOT. MOCK.”
“I’m sorry,” Kusanagi gasped. “But.”
“Shut up.”
Kusanagi wheezed, clutching his side; he missed the chair he was aiming for, and landed his ass on the floor instead, but still couldn’t stifle his laughter. It was quite a sight. Clef thought that Kusanagi’s head was on perfect level with his foot; Kusanagi must have caught that thought in a gleam in Clef’s eye as well, because he finally managed to get his amusement under control.
“I- I’m sorry, Clef-san,” he said with a smile that instantly managed to soothe a little of Clef’s pride. “It’s just. Er. What happened?”
With a sigh, Clef pushed off from the door, and stomped over to the little kitchenette they had in the lounge. He twisted the faucets on viciously, and said over the rush and splatter of the water, “Himawari-chan happened.”
At that, Kusanagi raised an eyebrow, and leaned his massive form against the counter next to Clef. It made Clef’s eyebrow twitch; damned tall man that he was, Kusanagi almost blocked out the light. “How’s that?” he asked. “Himawari-chan was one of my favorites! Sweetest girl, ever.”
“Hm,” Clef said, and gave Kusanagi a sly look. “Even sweeter than Yuzuriha-kun?”
Kusanagi blushed.
“Anyway,” Clef said glibly as he finished washing off his hands and arms, and got to work on his face and neck and hair. “Somehow she got Kimihiro-kun - the miniature chef that he is - to make snacks for their little imouto-chan, Sakura.”
The blush was gone already, though Kusanagi was still rubbing at the back of his neck ruefully. “I’ll bet Shizuka-kun and the twins had something to do with that one. They dote on Sakura-chan like mad.”
“Yes,” Clef said. “And heaven forbid her power of cute ever be used for evil. I dread the day Tomoyo-chan or Eagle-kun loses what little mobster ethics they have.”
“They can’t be worse than Clow or Yuuko,” Kusanagi said with the half-surety, half-terror that was his by rights, as the only surviving teacher of the twin terrors.
Clef squinted at Kusanagi as he wiped dripping water off his face, and slicked his hair back with it. He turned the taps off with a sigh, and said, “Tomoyo and Eagle have one thing that they do not have. The ambition to rule the world. That, and Sakura and Hikaru.”
“…”
“Precisely,” Clef said with a nod, and turned, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Anyway, Himawari-chan thought it would be a grand idea to make a treat for Sakura-chan, so Kimihiro-kun made something for her. And the whole class. And somehow, they snuck it in during recess. And. Explosion. Of confection. All over. My students.”
“Ah,” Kusanagi said with a look like he was trying very, very hard not to start laughing again. “And you, I see.”
“Yes,” Clef sighed, and then stiffened when the door to the lounge opened. Yuzuriha bounced in, and then stopped, and cocked her head. Kusanagi raised his eyebrows and waited. He wasn’t disappointed.
“Clef-san, why do you have cupcake smeared all over your clothes?”