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Aoi, Misaki (pinksunbeam) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2009-11-02 19:51:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, misaki, reizo, shadow

Clean Clean Clean
Who: S!Misaki, Reizo, and Kiriko
What: Cleaning his house of course.
When: Evening
Where: Reizo's apartment
Why: S!Misaki thinks that he needs someone to be at home for him.

The girl carefully climbed in through the window that had been left open a crack. She pushed it up slowly to make sure that there were no traps there. After all this wasn't exactly allowed, but it was okay because he needed someone to look after him right? The girl in question carefully lowered herself to the ground and fixed the maid outfit she was wearing. She was armed with a duster and a small shovel for picking up the mess.

"Now lets see what I can clean up?" She whispered and started to look around. Unfortunately the place was immaculate as always. So she started to rummage around the closets and the dressers to see if there was anything there that needed to be clean. It was while she was rummaging that she found a air-soft gun and gasped.

"Oh no no no, this won't do. I'm glad I remembered to bring this!" The shade of the one called Rabbit said aloud and quickly replaced the gun with a nerf like popper. She smiled at the multicolor weapon and then looked at the real one. "I'm going to have to take this to the police. I"m sure they'll melt it down and take care of it."

Walking over to the bed, she checked to make sure it was all nice and neat and looked under the bed and then seemed pleased. She noticed some 'Organized crime digest' laying on a table and quickly bundled them up, "Boys his age should not have magazines like this."

Wiping her brow she looked about happily and clapped her hands. "All done!"

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some_other_dog
2009-11-03 04:06 am UTC (link)

It had been a long day.

Not one of the longest he’d ever had, but definitely a long one.

The day’d started off as any normal day for the delinquent: he’d woken up, brushed his teeth in front of the mirror while turning his head this way and that to check for any signs of emerging facial hair (god, I’d look badass with a beard), and then gone to make a proper breakfast to lament over. The rest of the day had been full of ditching school, bike upgrades, and bike gang business. Then he’d regretfully left his bike and friends and hoofed it home.

He was jogging up the stairs to his apartment, the plastic bag full convenience store items at his side rasping and crinkling, when he stopped dead in front of his window and peered at it. He hadn’t left it open when he’d gone out for the day.

Who the hell would be stupid enough to break into a yakuza heir’s apartment?

He didn’t actually care who it was. He was more interested in finding them, eviscerating them, and making a scarecrow out of them to put in front of his door. He opened his balisong with a click-clack as he slotted the key into the door, and then pushed. It swung open with a low, whining creak and Reizo stepped inside, knife held out in front of him.

“Helloooooo?” He crooned out in sing-song, hoping to god he got an answer.

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pinksunbeam
2009-11-03 10:17 pm UTC (link)

It was at that that something wearing all pink jumped in front of him, threw it's arms around him and gave him a sudden quick kiss then grinned happily in a chipper voice.

"Welcome home Reizo-chan! How was your day today?" Shadow Misaki grinned happily as she stood at the ready. "I was busy making you dinner and also cleaning up some. But you're always so neat, I just wasn't sure what to do."

She glanced at the bag and squeeked with delight, "Oh my gosh! You got dinner! How thoughtful of you!"

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some_other_dog
2009-11-05 10:56 pm UTC (link)

The tall boy stood dumbstruck in the hallway in front of his door, eyes momentarily glazed over and balisong still sharp and at the ready in one of his big paws. His eyes focused, synapses started firing again, and he finally craned his head down to look at his chirping, pink-haired housewife invader.

“Uh,” he strangled out, lips still numb from the unexpected kiss and still not entirely sure what was going on here. Was someone playing a joke on him? Had he gone unconscious in that fucked up other world and been transported to some screwed up 1950’s sitcom where he was a salary man?

That he wasn’t in a monkey suit and his knife looked thoroughly sharp and real were signs that he was not.

“What the fuck are you doing, Rabbit?” He asked, confusion muting and dispelling the anger that’d swelled inside him just a moment before. His knife clicker-clacked close and he slid it home into his pocket, withdrew a cigarette with the same motion, and then hung it from his bottom lip.

He’d never actually smoked out of stress before, but what the hell.

Reizo was too dumb or fatigue had settled in too deep for him to immediately remember that he was dealing with a shadow.

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pinksunbeam
2009-11-07 01:33 am UTC (link)

"I came to clean up and make you dinner of course! A growing boy like you should have someone here to make sure he eats and takes care of himself properly," She smiled ever so sweetly it was almost like something the D! world equvilant of June Cleaver would smile.

Taking his arm in her smaller hands she gave him a tug, "Now come on Reizo-kun! I need to get you to sit down and eat. Oh and I'll get you something to wash your hands in."

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