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Why You Don't Piss Rowen Off on
Exam Weeks
A rather pointless ficlet by Ami-chan
"Goddamn fly . . ."
Rowen swatted irritably at the offending insect. After that proved futile, he tried to ignore the buzzing that seemed to be ringing directly in his ear. No such luck there, either. He swished his hands around—ineffectively—while his eyes fairly flew over the text he was holding.
No good. bzzzzzz . . .
"DAMN FLY!"
Rowen burst from his chair, literally diving to catch the thing. It being exams week, Strata's normally insurmountable patience was worn understandably thin. After Sai had taken to hiding his books in the morning just so he'd make enough time to force down a barely substantial amount of food, Rowen's nerves had been frayed into teeny, tiny little shreds. This fly was getting on the last one he had left.
bzzzzzz . . .
The little black dot circled almost mockingly around Rowen's head. He went cross-eyed trying to track its erratic flight path without moving anything more than his eyes. "Oh fine," he snarled softly under his breath. His searching fingers found and grasped a thick book lying on the desk. "If ya wanna play it that way . . .
"DIE!!!"
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A loud crash from upstairs almost made Sai drop the dish he was carrying. This was followed by a multitude of swears, bangs, and other assorted noises that soon had all four of the Ronins exchanging puzzled and/or worried glances.
Sai voiced it for all of them. "What on earth is he doing up there?"
"Redecorating his room?" Kento hazarded, rescuing the gyoza before it met its untimely end on the floor instead of in his stomach. "Sure don't sound like studying to me."
"And after that fit he threw about us being too loud," Ryo grumbled. "Talk about hypocrites."
For a moment, silence reigned in the kitchen—verbal silence, anyway, since the sounds of havoc didn't seem to agree with the concept of tranquillity and continued on.
After a sequence of particularly loud crashes, they all looked at Sage. Sage blinked back.
"What?"
Ryo jerked his head toward the stairwell. "If any one of us goes up there, he's gonna be turned into a pincushion."
"And what makes you think he won't do so to me?"
Kento smirked. "Cause if he does, he doesn't get any until you forgive him." Sai smacked his lover while Ryo tried to stifle a laugh.
Sage sighed resignedly through his nose. "Fine. I'll go talk to him."
Three sets of curious eyes watched the blonde, as he gracefully rose and headed for the second floor. There was another resounding crash, then full quiet.
"Rowen?" Sage's voice floated out of the hallway. "What are you doing?"
"Don't. Move." Rowen was speaking in an earnest whisper. "It's on ya head . . ."
"What's on my—Rowen? What are you doing with that—put the book down, Rowen. Rowen? Rowen? RO—"
*THWACK*
"Yatta!" Pause. "Sage? Sage? Ya okay? Wake up, Sage . . ."
~owari~
Notes: *smirk* I said it was pointless, didn't I? No fair yelling at me about it.
This little thingy came along one day when I was bored out of my skull and (unfortunately for poor Sage) had a bit of paper and a writing utensil on hand. Don't you ALWAYS have a bit of paper and a writing utensil on hand? *shrug* Anyway, I just had this sudden urge to see Sage laid out flat with little SD spirals in his eyes, which accounts for the ending. The beginning . . . well, it started out as a snippet and suddenly mutated on me.
As for the title . . . well, it fits, ne? That and—as I've said—I can't do titles for crap. ^^;;;