Business as Usual

[JFC]

Gawdayum Miki-sama RULEZ!!!

[sweeety]

.............................I love you...................................................

[goosefish]

Just caught up with this!

Miki giving out fake names to her victims is just  So Miki  And dating and labelling her victims underwear?!  So does that mean Aya is her 10th one??

*waits for more*

[sweeety]

I think that was Aya's score. She got a 10/10

I can't wait for the next bit I am already in love with this fic!

I cant believe I was right!

Haha she gave poor Aya a fake name and the shove off! I cant hellp but thing she's done this before! Also Aya enjoyed it! Lol, it looked like Aya was the one that started it though!

[Mikan]

"Ow owowowowow!"

Megumi, the dance instructor, dragged the young girl down the hall by her ear to the point where it wasnt to much of a stretch till it came off completely.

"Jeez! Ow! Fucking Chill!" Miki made a swipe at the teacher which she countered by twisting the foul mouth yankee's ear a little more. Megumi kicked open the office door she was after and stormed in, throwing Miki at the feet of the occupant.

"I cant stand it any longer! This.. this... ARGH!" She pointed furiously at the unamused Miki straightening out her shirt. "I dont know WHAT you were thinking!"

The door was slammed shut marking a very long uncomfortable silence that was onl felt by Tsunku. Miki was quite happy to roll some cigarettes to kill time. He stretched out in his chair, watching her intently.

"Miki"

The girl grunted something as she licked and sealed the stick, tucking it behind her ears before getting to work on another one.

"Miki?"

"Im sorry, did you want one?"

It wasnt really a question Tsunku knew. Her face gave another message of "bite me". Why did such a deliquent have to have such a fantastic voice! He shook his head and sat up straight once more.

"Miki, Ive had a lot of complaints about your behaviour"

There was a whoosh of air from Miki's nose as she ssexy beasted sounding uncannily like "Bullshit". Tsunku ignored it and continued with his address, pulling out a folder he recieved from the staff two days before. He now regreted ignoring the problem. If Megumi quit over this then the company was in a real ditch. Again.

He glanced over the list of offences. "Sexual harrassment, swearing, smoking inside the building, sexual harrassment, starting a fight.... with the elevator girl?...stealing coasters... oh and sexual harrassment here again" Tsunku tsked. "This is not idol behavior"

Miki looked up suddenly. "Hey, I didnt do any of those things. Its all lies, man"

"So you say you didnt -" Tsunku checked the report "- do tequilla shots off the receptionist in the photocopier room"

"Of course not!"

"So these arent copies of your hand found in the machines out-tray"

He slid the evidence across the table for Miki's inspection. She got up and snatched the paper. Glancing at it momentarily before sliding it back with a sigh. Her strong 'scared of nutin' face suddenly turning soft and innocent like the 15 year old she really was inside.

"Im sorry. Its just...I dont fit in here! Im the country bumpkin outcast. I guess Im being the child and trying to draw attention to myself" Miki suddenly jumped into the arms of her boss, her eyes watering with tears. Tsunku's heart was swelling with an affection for this girl like she was his daughter. He remembered also the fears and pains of entering the bright and tasteless world of showbiz. Silently he swore to take care of this girl.

"Its ok Miki-chan.It's just a warning now. If you ever need to talk, Im always here for you. I dont want you to worry about fitting in. I can promise you, you are going to be big. Everyone's going to wanna be like you. So dont you go changing, ok"

He lifted her chin up and gave her a wink. Miki smiled and gave her boss one last hug before leaving quietly.

Tsunku sighed and smiled. No matter what front they put up inside they're just soft, harmless, impressionable girls. He gave a chuckle, putting his hands in his pocket and walking back to his desk.

Wait...where's my wallet?

[sweeety]

Hoooooooo  dayum!

 That was just! You're a legend!
 
 I love you and Miki and Aya soooooooo much right now! This might even be a (dare I say it?) perfect day!

 Omg the best bits are the list of felonies, the fake good girl act, the rollies, and of course "Hey wheres my wallet?"

And wow! She had a one night stand with AYAYA! And this is after knoowing her a few hours!

 I am gonna love the chapter where they meet up again and she finds out about Miki's true identity! And what heppens next! And the subsequent perv chapter when they grow up!

 PS I found out that at fanfiction.net thingy you can't post stories about real people, just fictional characters on shows and tv and stuff, so even if you said it wasn't a real character then you still couldn't put it up there because there is no secction on HP or nothing. so a no go there if you were thinking it.....

  I'll check the policy on quizilla cause i am dying to know what hapened that one night between Aya and Miki! <3 mwah luv ya, keep up the GJ! I hope you continue making this great fic!

[takagakifan]

He glanced over the list of offences. "Sexual harrassment, swearing, smoking inside the building, sexual harrassment, starting a fight.... with the elevator girl?...stealing coasters... oh and sexual harrassment here again" Tsunku tsked. "This is not idol behavior"

Miki looked up suddenly. "Hey, I didnt do any of those things. Its all lies, man"

"So you say you didnt -" Tsunku checked the report "- do tequilla shots off the receptionist in the photocopier room"

"Of course not!"

"So these arent copies of your hand found in the machines out-tray"

 *clears throat* I approve

[coachie]

He glanced over the list of offences. "Sexual harrassment, swearing, smoking inside the building, sexual harrassment, starting a fight.... with the elevator girl?...stealing coasters... oh and sexual harrassment here again" Tsunku tsked. "This is not idol behavior"

that part made me laugh out loud, wonder what it was about 

and of course...

Wait...where's my wallet?

[JFC]

Said it before but I gotta say it again...

MIKI-SAMA RULEZ!!! 


Nevermind the fact that she can turn on the waterworks and talk her way out of trouble, but she lifted da Soonk's wallet!!!

[Mikan]

[Irrelevant Plot]
Two men sat in the dimly light board room. Each a glass in hand and a cigar in the other. Their spare hands entwined. The boss and his shadow advisor.

"You've really got yourself in over your head this time"

Tsunk set down his glass. "Perhaps"

His lover followed suit, discarding his glass and reaching for something else.

"But you've got a plan, dont you"

"Always"


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Tsunku marched up the stairs of the apartment building. Today was D Day. The day when Fujimoto Miki would start her training. No - Intensive training! Yes. Intensive Idol Training! He'd rung her mobile and house phone all morning with no answer. If she wanted to play hard ball, Tsunku could play hard ball. He was the master of hard balls.

The two accompanying security guards knocked on the door. No reply but inside a great deal of scuttling could be heard.

"Break it down!" Tsunku ordered, stepping aside to let the muscley men do the hard work.

With there broad toned bodies the guards charge at the door and broke it down. There was a great deal of comotion as Miki and the occupants (which seemed to be a group of mexicans) screamed and took cover. Next thing they knew a flood of chickens flapped their way out into the hallway, pecking and squarking their way to the elevator at the end of the hall.

Feathers settled on the floor as both parties looked at each other. The mexicans seeming delighted at the extra company.

"¿Este hombre trajo más buritos?"

Miki held up her hands. "Alright I'll come quietly"

[poets]

WTFBBQ

 

¿Este hombre trajo más buritos?

I JUST DIED LAUGHING!!!!!!! ,

[JFC]

[Irrelevant Plot]
Two men sat in the dimly light board room. Each a glass in hand and a cigar in the other. Their spare hands entwined. The boss and his shadow advisor.

"You've really got yourself in over your head this time"

Tsunk set down his glass. "Perhaps"

His lover followed suit, discarding his glass and reaching for something else.

Damn, someone FINALLY took the plunge and wrote da Soonk as a "player for the other team." 

Tsunku marched up the stairs of the apartment building. Today was D Day. The day when Fujimoto Miki would start her training. No - Intensive training! Yes. Intensive Idol Training! He'd rung her mobile and house phone all morning with no answer. If she wanted to play hard ball, Tsunku could play hard ball. He was the master of hard balls.

Cursed innuendo.

Miki held up her hands. "Alright I'll come quietly"

I realize that she's probably reluctant to do the "idol" thing, but yeesh! 



I'm not even gonna ask about the Mexicans.

[takagakifan]

He was the master of hard balls.

There was a great deal of comotion as Miki and the occupants (which seemed to be a group of mexicans) screamed and took cover. Next thing they knew a flood of chickens flapped their way out into the hallway, pecking and squarking their way to the elevator at the end of the hall.

WTF man that was funny as heck

[strawb3rrykream]

I think Miki is crazy....but we love her for it! Great update, btw! Sorry, such a brief comment but I'm sleepy.

[lollipopgirl]

also sorry for the brief comment but i'm running out of time... Just wanted to say how refreshing it is to have ue writing back! No one can do ur style like u so its just hilarious and wacky reading this, YAY

[ayase909]

  this fic cracked me up! hehehehe

the bad ass fujimoto! haha love it!