As the week went on some crazy crap had happened. Mousho's secret remained a secret. Mousho had been up late at night and everyone thought that 'he' had been studying for those things that teachers call a test.
Err..No. Mousho never study. Ever. She was up late at night watching Hetalia. Over and over
[Who wouldn't?]
But she liked other animes as well, many, many more animes.
But besides that point. It was the weekend. A wonderful and lovely time to spend in bed, pig out and of course: watch anime and read manga.
All tho Mousho had thought this day was going to be normal.
-CRASHA BAM, BAM-
"Ahh no! No!" Mousho tripped over a spoon.
"No, bad spoon. Evil spoon!" Mousho threw the spoon into the sink. She was dripping with water. Then there was a light knocking sound at her apartment door.
Mousho quickly dashed for a dry shirt, putting it on like the boss she is and opened the door.
She looked around to find no one there. Then when Mousho looked down she saw a spoon.
"IYA!" Mosuho ran back inside and behind a couch that Prince was sitting on.
"IYA! Prince save me! The spoons are out to get me!" Mousho pointed her finger to the door.
"They're planning my death," Mousho shook and stayed behind the couch.
---//***\\---
The weekend came and left like that.
[*Tries to snap fingers*]
And it was time to put on, well Mousho clothes. Because you know, Mousho didn't have the school uniform.
Mousho walked into the club room with a fork in her hand.
"Damn those spoons, IYA. Attacking me all weekend. How dare they," she muttered under her breath.
"Um Mo-chan, why do you have a fork in your hand?" Honey had skipped over to the muttering Mousho.
"Hehe," Mousho made her voice 'manly' again, "the spoons are out to get me. They have been attacking me all weekend. They won't leave me. You have to help me," Mousho then leaned in close to Honey, "even some of the knifes are on their side."
[Even some of the trees are on her side! <--- Guess the movie]
"Oh no Mo-chan," Honey picked up a fork as well, "no spoons or knifes can be trusted." a shadow was cased over Honey's eyes and his bangs fell over them as well.
"What are you two doing?" Mr.Shadow king asked.
"What's it to you Kira?" Mousho muttered, pulling the fork closer to her.
"Mousho, don't refer to me as a fictional character," Kyoya sighed and went back to tap, tap, tapping on that laptop of his.
Mousho did a big dramatic gasp.
"Death Note is not fictional, it's all real," she turned around to Honey, "I think Kyoya sided with them spoons."
"Oh no!" Honey gasped and grabbed another fork.
"Oh yes I have," Kyoya, wanting a little fun without the rest of the club here, picked up four spoons.
"I am the leader of the spoons and I hear you are the leader of the forks," Kyoya smiled a wicked and almost insane smile at the two.
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Three Ribbons, Two Promises and A NeckLace [OHSHC Fanficton]
FanficMousho has a past with all sorts of happy and terrible memories. She is caught up with her work and school, she never sees all the fun she is missing out on. On her first day a Ouran she walks around half asleep and finds a music room. But this isn'...