Man, I'm sleepy. Hope this turned out coherent. manamin found it amusing anyway.
I'll do a double-comments reply next time. ^^;
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PART 13 - YOSHIZAWA - JUNE 18TH
I paused outside my front door and smiled in anticipation. There's nothing quite like coming home after a long, tiring day to your gorgeous girlfriend, I thought to myself as I turned the key and pushed the door open.
"Mi..." The word died on my lips as I stepped inside, letting the door slam itself shut behind me.
"You're home early!" Miki exclaimed, coming out of the kitchen. She brushed her hands off on her denim shorts and walked over to me. "How was dance practice? Are the new girls any good?"
"Fujimoto, what did you do to my kitchen?" I said slowly, putting my bag down and removing my shoes.
"I made dinner," she replied, giving me a welcome-home kiss. She gave my tracksuit and disheveled hair the once-over. "What, no jinbei today?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah..." I said, still a bit shell-shocked at the state of chaos I saw before me.
"You got home before I could clean, that's all," she laughed. "I know what a neat freak you are."
"Yeah, blame Tsuji for the development of that little trait," I muttered as Miki guided me to the couch.
"Sit, relax, unwind," she said sweetly as I sat down and began to untense a little. "Plot things to do to me in bed later, you know, the usual." I laughed and leaned back, closing my eyes.
"What, no serenade?" I mock-complained.
"...well, I AM cleaning," she mused. I opened one eye warily.
"I wasn't serio-"
"DENWA WA MADA KONAI!" she sang loudly. She tossed the sponge in the air, did a single Natsu-sensei approved spin, and caught it without blinking. "MEERU WA MADA KONA~-I!"
"Miki, I wasn't serious," I muttered, but she was in her own little world of Boogie Train 07. I shook my head as she began incorporating the choreography into her actions. "YOU'RE WEIRD!" I yelled over her singing. Miki just flashed me a brilliant grin and continued on her merry way.
Suddenly, there was a loud pounding at the door. Miki paid it no mind, since she was midway through the second verse. I sighed and walked over to answer the door. Some man I had never seen before was on my doorstep.
"Um, can I help you?" I asked, cautiously standing half-behind the door in case he was some crazy fan.
"Yeah, listen, buddy," he snapped. I blinked. "I just moved downstairs and, you know, I like the Hello! Project girls as much as the next guy, but seriously, turn the damn music down."
I blinked. Did... was this seriously happening? I tilted my head to one side.
"Well," I began.
"I mean it sounds like you have Fujimoto Miki in your damn apartment! What, did you cut the background music out to hear her better?" he cut me off, rolling his eyes a little. I coughed to cover my laughter.
"Terribly sorry," I said, trying not to burst into hysterical laughter. "I'll try to keep - " The singing suddenly stopped mid-word.
"HEY! Where's the bleach? This sauce stain will NOT come up!" Miki demanded.
"Under the sink, left hand side," I replied without turning around. I could tell by the man's face that Miki had in fact, peeked around the corner, though.
"Th-th-th-that was Miki-sama!" the man stammered. I groaned. Great. A Miki fan. Thank God she wasn't singing Romantic Ukare Mode.
"Yeah, well, I gotta go," I said, starting to shut the door.
"How the hell did you get Fujimoto Miki in your apartment!?" the man exclaimed. I stopped and opened the door wider.
"...you have no idea who I am, do you?" I asked. The man looked over my messy hair and Adidas tracksuit.
"...Fujimoto's....brother?" THE HELL!?
"Ok, bye."
"YOCCHAN! I CAN'T FIND IT!" Miki bellowed. The man's eyes widened with recognition.
"HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE YOSHIZA-"
I slammed the door in his face and locked it.
"Who was that?" Miki asked. She was on her hands and knees, half inside the cabinet under my kitchen sink, apparently still searching for the bleach.
"Nobody," I replied, grabbing my cell phone to call UFA Security.
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