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ARASHI: Sho and Aiba - Laugh

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Posts I need to do:

-Shows I am no longer watching
-Why I have yet to watch Dollhouse
-Why you should be watching Mei-chan no Shitsuji and writing me fic
(WRITE ME FIC. I INHALED ALL SEVEN SUBBED EPS IN TWO DAYS AND I NEED
MORE MORE MORE. ps. make me icons, too)
-I have not written any fanfic in months and i dont like it, but have
a hard time convincing myself to write anything right now
-the next Girlcrush post

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SO I HERD YOU LIEK MEI-CHAN

Here's your random drabble - written in about fifteen minutes with no idea for a plot. So there isn't one.

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Fujiko flounced across the classroom and plopped down in her overstuffed armchair, crossing her arms in a huff. Nezu trailed after her at a more sedate pace, well-accustomed to these displays of emotion.

“What’s wrong, milady?” he drawled, perching on the edge of the armrest and dropping a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Fujiko sniffed and jerked her chin at the other side of the classroom. “See for yourself, Nezu-chi.”

He followed her gaze across the room, passing over Kiba nodding attentively to something Izumi was telling him, moving past Roppongi’s futile efforts to stop Kyoko from stuffing her face, and skimming over the apprentice’s annoyed expression as he stared at – ah, yes. That must be it.

Shinonome Mei was standing at the window, gazing out over the grounds with a thoughtful look on her face. Shibata Rihito stood the recommended two paces behind her and to her left, and if Nezu had any takers, he’d bet that Shibata was standing exactly twenty-four inches behind his lady, no more and no less. Stiff bastard did everything by the book; titled his head to the directed degree, starched his collars so they stood at the correct angle, brewed his tea down to the exact number of required leaves.

And then Fujiko sniffed again and he took a closer look, a surprised hiss escaping him when he finally saw something that Ol’ S-Rank wasn’t following down to the letter. The Butler’s Handbook was divided into forty-seven sections on maintenance, decorum, etiquette, procedures, formalities, address and behaviour, and everything had its place. No instruction was repeated at any point, except for one sentence carefully printed at the end of each chapter.

”Romance is prohibited between a lady and her butler.”

One didn’t reach the mighty S-Rank by ignoring the tenets of the Handbook, and though Nezu had never had much to do with Shibata until recently, he’d always considered the guy a cold fish, an emotional cripple. Nothing moved him, nothing fazed him – he was as passionless as a Noh mask. And yet...and yet...

Mei turned away from the window, her hand dropping loosely to her side. In the second it took for the lace curtain to flutter back over the glass, Shibata’s face had returned to its usual cool expression. He bowed crisply. “Your seat, Mei-sama?”

“Un.” Mei nodded and moved to her armchair, dropping into it with considerably less force than Fujiko had used. Shibata straightened and went to follow her, pausing mid-step. He looked across and met Nezu’s eyes. They shared a glance for a long moment, Shibata almost questioning, Nezu unable to keep the pity from his face. You poor bastard, he thought, strangely pleased to find that the great Shibata was human after all.

Shibata’s face hardened and he turned away, marching back to his position behind Mei’s chair. One gloved hand curled into a fist, and Nezu doubted anyone save himself had noticed the tell.

“Did you see it, Nezu-chi?” Fujiko twisted in her chair and looked up at him.

He thought back to Shibata’s face before Mei had turned, thought back to that open, vulnerable expression he’d been wearing, the devotion and – dare he say it, desire in his eyes as he’d gazed at his lady’s back. Nezu knew for certain he’d be backing a winner if he’d bet on Shibata having forgotten about that passage in the handbook, the one he himself conveniently overlooked in certain moments on certain days.

“Yes,” he said, still watching Shibata’s stiff, rigid back. “I did.”

Re: SO I HERD YOU LIEK MEI-CHAN

*falls over* OMG THIS IS FABULOUS. And it's through the eyes of Nizu, and the you poor bastard, and the PITY Nizu has for him! how stiff Rihito is and his exactness, but his face just gives him away.

I LOVE THIS POST IT POST POST AT BROKEMYCAPS PLEASE.

Re: SO I HERD YOU LIEK MEI-CHAN

Eeeeeee, I'm so glad you like it! I don't even know what came over me but I was on my way to the kitchen to get a drink and as I walked past the dining room table I had the uncontrollable urge to sit down and write. SO I DID.

Can I even post a drabble there? Isn't it more for real fics? If not, I'll post it when I get home from work tomorrow - I have to sleep now. Ugh, so tired all the time.

IF I AM LUCKY, I WILL DREAM OF RIHITO. AND MAYBE MEI. *needs an Eikura Nana's legs icon*

Re: SO I HERD YOU LIEK MEI-CHAN

why ahve you not posted this to brokemycaps? why have you not written more? WHY HAVE I BARELY HEARD FROM YOU LATELY? WHY DO YOU NOT SIT AROUND PINING FOR ME AND WAITING FOR ME TO GET ONLINE, LIKE I DO FOR YOU? *pines away*
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