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[IV]
Mitsuru looked around at his surroundings in approval. Finally, something decent. The rich tapestries and beautiful paintings melded perfectly with the storybook castle surroundings he was in.
He stretched lazily and looked around inquisitively. “Wonder where Shinobu is?”
Right on cue, something small rolled out of the door and Mitsuru stared.
Silence.
Silence.
And even more silence.
“Yes yes, I know I’m a pea,” rasped Shinobu irritably, “Which leads me to conclude that we’re in the Princess and the Pea fairytale.”
“You’re… you’re a pea?” Stammered Mitsuru as he points at his once human friend. Once. A long time ago.
“Yes, I’ve covered that. Now, I believe that you will be required to find a princess before we may leave this fic, I have established that…”
“Pea.” Stated Mitsuru again, more firmly, as he jabbed a finger at his friend, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “You. Are. A. Pea.”
“Yes, I know that.” Ground out Shinobu through gritted teeth. “Would you please focus here? I refuse to be stuck under the bedding like some common vegetable so this story shall be adjusted a tad, hopefully with the approval of those above.” He growled, rolling the round black dots he had as eyes at the heavens where he knew two people were intently following this conversation.
(Should we?)
(Yeah, I guess why not?)
A large steel coffee cup drops from the sky.
Landing right on top of the pea.
While Mitsuru sweatdropped, muffled cursing could be heard from under the cup, till finally a small pea emerged from under it.
Through pure strength of will, indents are suddenly seen in it. Before anyone can react, the can is crushed.
(Erm… Yen?)
(It’s our fic …Right? It is!)
(Er… yeah, just because he seems to be able to manipulate it doesn’t mean anything does it?)
(erm… Yeah. Back to the story.)
(……)
(Mel… did you have Suka and Shun delivering mattresses in this fic?)
The residents of 210 stood at the doorway, with a resigned look on their faces.
(No… I thought you did. What are they doing there then? Think we should take them out?)
(Nah… It’s going to be interesting to see how they get that mattress up and above the other twenty mattresses we’ve already placed with that flimsy ladder.)
Both juniors looked up and gulped.
“Mitsuru sempai -” they both whined.
(Besides, what harm can they do?)
After several hours, and a vast amount of head-whacking, Suka and Shun finally managed to place the mattress with a strangely lap-top looking like bulge in it on the top of the other twenty mattresses.
Shinobu who had been silent, suddenly asked. “Why didn’t you just lift the others and put it below? I don’t think air mattresses are that hard to lift.”
Mitsuru grinned broadly. Both juniors sweatdropped and while scampering out, resolved never to be caught in the crossfire between *those* deranged fanfic writers and *those two* deranged seniors again.
“Mitsuru.” Shinobu suddenly proclaimed. “I feel a spirit of cooperation coming over. Kindly place me under the mattress.”
Mitsuru looked at the bulge and nods, a slight smile curling his lips. Gingerly scooping up the pea, he climbs twenty mattresses high and places the pea under the twenty-first.
Just before entering the hollow cavern between the two mattresses, Shinobu glanced at his friend. “And no jumping on the bed.”
Mitsuru grinned broadly. “Wasn’t thinking of it,” he chuckled as he watched his pea friend disappear.
(Erm… Yen, isn’t the pea supposed to go under the bottom mattress?)
(Doesn’t matter. Think of it this way, we might actually get a squashed Shinobu!)
(But don’t you find this getting a wee bit suspicious?)
(No.)
(Right, and I don’t suppose that bulge over there is a laptop?)
(Nah… Mel, you’ve been staring at computers too long. Now you imagine them everywhere!)
(So that means those periodic little bumps we see in the mattress aren’t the imprint of Shinobu-pea as he jumps from key to key on a laptop keyboard trying to get out of here…)
Silence.
(Mel, what did you say?)
(I just said that… Uh oh.)
(UH OH???! WHAT UH OH? WE’VE GOT TO GET THEM OUT OF HERE… AND DAMMIT WE DIDN’T PLAN FOR MORE THAN THREE STAGES!)
(Yen! No foul language!!!!!)
(JUST GET THEM OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!!)
Pause.
(Yen, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.)
(AND WHY’S THAT?!)
(uh… because they’re gone.)
(NOOOOOOOOOO….)
And while a distant scream could be heard echoing through the world of anime-land, we turn our attention back to the park where this whole fiasco started.
Mitsuru blinked. They were back. Beside him, Shinobu stood, brushing his clothes as he did so. “Finally,” he remarked.
Mitsuru couldn’t agree more.
***
“Now, now Shinobu. No use brooding about what just happened,” replied Mitsuru cheerfully as they entered the halls of Greenwood. “Just be thankful it is all over and hopefully, we won’t see them again.” He waved at the other residents, who in turn waved back. At least nothing had occurred in the hall while the duo was away.
“Hn.”
Mitsuru opened the door to their room, thankful to be back. “Well,” he glanced at his roommate. “Home at last, back in good old – “
Silence.
They stared at room 211.
Although their room was completely as how they left it, there was only one slight catch.
It was completely filled with crushed cans.
~~~~ Owari ~~~~
No cans were hurt during the writing of this story.
Nor is Mel really that blur in real life.
(You hope, Mel!!)
(Yen?! Don’t you have some CORPORATE ACCOUNTS to do???)
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