Okay, okay...Before I get into the situation I'm in, let's reflash...
(IT'S FLASHBACK TIME COME ON GRAB YOUR FRIENDS! | (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ))
"Michiko!" Lady Antonella called. Michiko was upstairs in her room, watching Ranma ½ (Ranma is one of the BEST animes i've ever watched! Check it out!). Michiko took a piece of pocky and put it into her mouth, nibbling on the tasty treat. She then heard her mother's calls and jumped up in surprise, choking on her pocky in the process. Once she drank a bottle of Ramune soda, she ran downstairs to meet her impatient mother sighing.
"What is it mom?" Michiko questioned, grabbing another piece of pocky in her sweater pocket and placing it into her mouth.
"Do you know who Ranka is?" Lady Antonella asked with a questioned tone. Michiko shook her head, obviously indicating she didn't know who this 'Ranka' person was. Lady Antonella took out her phone and clicked her photo app.
Finally finding the picture of Ranka, she put it up to show Michiko.
"Mr. Transves-" Michiko started, but choked once again on her pocky. Lady Antonella rushed to her daughter's side and patted her back soothingly.
"This is what you get when you eat too much sweets honey.." Lady Antonella said with a look of sympathy.
"Changing the subject...Why are you asking about Mr. Tr-... I mean Ranka?" Michiko asked, coughing a bit more.
"Mr. Tr? Um..Nevermind I don't want to know...You are going to be staying with him and his daughter because I have a meeting with the Ootori family, we need to discuss some things with our weapons" Lady Antonella explained. Michiko nodded her head slowly, not wanting to be left alone. If her mother trusted 'Ranka' to be with her daughter, then Ranka was a safe woma- erm...Man. quickly heading upstairs, I got changed into a nice sundress before heading outside to the limousine.
(END OF FLASHBACK TIME~!!)
My chauffeur opened my door and bowed before driving away. Some people stared in awe at the limousine, but I ignored them. I looked up at the building that Ranka lived in. An apartment? Shrugging my shoulders, I headed upstairs and knocked on the door that was presumably Ranka's.
Someone opened the door and stared down at me.
"Michiko?" A familiar voice questioned.
"Haruhi?" I asked, even more confused than Haruhi.
"Hey Haruhi~! Is that Michiko?" Ranka's voice rang.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH HARUHI YOU PEDOPHILE?!" I asked, glaring at Ranka. They both blinked at me in confusion before Ranka burst out laughing.
"Ah! Your glare is as scary as your father's!" Ranka said through his fits of laughter.
"What does my father have to do with this?" I asked, irritatingly tapping my foot on the ground.
"Come inside and let me explain~!"
(FLASHBACK! CUE THE IRONIC FUNNY MUSIC! My god I haven't said that in a while...)
"*hic* H-Hey *hic* b-bud.." Takeshi slurred, banging his empty shot glass on the table. Ranka jumped at his regular customer, and good friend.
"T-Takeshi? Don't you think 6 shots were enough?" Ranka asked, his eyebrows twitching with concern.
"HELL NO!!" He shouted with a scary glare, sending chills down Ranka's spine.
"THER- *hic* THERE'S NEVER TOO MANY SHOTS FOR TAKESHI!" He declared as he jumped onto the bar table, patting his chest in proudly.
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Weakness (OHSHC fanfic)
FanfictionMichiko Hana, aka Michi-Chan is a cold uncaring girl. Despite her doleful past, she keeps a passionless expression plastered on her face for her father, whom she promised that she would never have a weakness, but that promise may be broken when she...
