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inspired by Herongale, master of fanfiction
Miyako was a purple-haired goddess of laughing chaos and smiling destruction. In she waltzed, flowers and butterflies trailing behind her, and then out she twirled, fire and mayhem wild in the streets.
She didn't mean to do, but she did it and that was that.
Daisuke latched on to her because of it. Oh, how nice it was to have a partner in crime! Together they'd tear down buildings and destroy civilizations and then have a nice spot of tea.
And so, one brisk October afternoon, when they were found plotting in the park, it came to no surprise to Takeru that they had the blue-prints to another happy diaster. Halloween was coming, Daisuke informed Takeru, as if he were privy to a secret, and Ken's parents were going to be out of town. And, more importantly, they had combined mental forces and come up with the best trick to play on the ever-suffering odd genius.
Takeru told himself that if he were smart, he'd turn around and pretend like the meeting had never occurred. If he were smart, he'd walk back to his apartment, put on his slippers, and start on his math homework. If her were smart, he'd call Hikari-chan up on the phone and have a pleasent conversation with a sane person instead of the nut-jobs grinning so deviously at his feet.
Pity that Yamato got all the brains, Takeru lamented. "I'm in."
She didn't mean to do, but she did it and that was that.
Daisuke latched on to her because of it. Oh, how nice it was to have a partner in crime! Together they'd tear down buildings and destroy civilizations and then have a nice spot of tea.
And so, one brisk October afternoon, when they were found plotting in the park, it came to no surprise to Takeru that they had the blue-prints to another happy diaster. Halloween was coming, Daisuke informed Takeru, as if he were privy to a secret, and Ken's parents were going to be out of town. And, more importantly, they had combined mental forces and come up with the best trick to play on the ever-suffering odd genius.
Takeru told himself that if he were smart, he'd turn around and pretend like the meeting had never occurred. If he were smart, he'd walk back to his apartment, put on his slippers, and start on his math homework. If her were smart, he'd call Hikari-chan up on the phone and have a pleasent conversation with a sane person instead of the nut-jobs grinning so deviously at his feet.
Pity that Yamato got all the brains, Takeru lamented. "I'm in."
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And thank *you* for writing so many sexy TaichixYamato drabbles! ^^
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