Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Small Things ❯ The Art of Bursting Bubbles ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note - An Interlude:

 

 

Hey!!!!

 

 

It's been a looooooooong time. As in, pretty much a year.

 

 

Very very very VERY sorry.

 

 

Consider it a little-but-not-so-little interlude.

 

 

So, just putting in this author's note as a little message to the people who have my fanfic alerted (heee!!! Was previously unaware of that little option-y thing. But HEEHEE.). And whatever little collection of readers of whom I have captured the attention of (I also apologize for the fact that I never directly reply to any comments, but hey - if there's one that makes me want to reply to it enough, then I will, alrighty?? So DO! Please!).

 

 

Aaanyhow.

 

 

The next chapter (which is still being worked on) is kinda boring, but it gets more interesting. Really.

 

 

Someone dances.

 

 

And LATER.

 

 

Guns are FIRED.

 

 

GUNS are fired.

 

 

Guns ARE fired.

 

 

Now the question is - is there really meaning to the strange and seemingly-just-plain-silly variations of emphasis, or am I just being CRAZY?

 

 

Hahahaha…

 

 

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

 

 

-ish.

 

 

--Daramenii

 

 

PS. I didn't want to do that whole confusing thing where everything gets shoved down because of this author's note (ie. Chapter 5 becomes labeled Chapter 6, etc etc) - plus I'm not really sure if you're allowed (or supposed to, as I got away with it anyhow) to post chapters with just author's note, so Chapter 5 is straight underneath this!

 

 

Enjoy!

 

 

 

The Art of Bursting Bubbles:

 

 

The bright expression on Tohru's face soon distorted into one remarkably akin to the crinkles on the side of a quickly deflating balloon.

 

 

“Oh, just shut up.” she grumbled, passing the chest of drawers and landing with a flop on her bed. “And anyhow,” She paused to face a corner of the ceiling, and stuck out her tongue. “You're not supposed to do that. Rules.”

 

 

“Well, Carter's not here and the house is empty, so it doesn't matter.” Retorted Lynn, through the only device in the house (aside from the common telephone, of course) that allowed the Agency to communicate with their under-cover agent. More specifically, a small microphone hidden alongside the strap of a particularly lacy black bra, which was decidedly unlikely to be met by wandering hands any time soon.

 

 

“Fine then! Next time I wanna break some rules, and Carter isn't there and the house is empty - it won't matter either!”

 

 

“Sure. Knock yourself out.”

 

 

“Okay - I will.” Tohru rolled onto her side and shut her eyes.

 

 

“No you don't! While the cat is away, the - actually, the rat is away too, but hey, you get my drift. So get up! There's work to do!”

 

 

Scrunching up her face further, Tohru yanked the pillow from under her head and covered her ears.

 

 

“Lalalalalalaaaaa - I can't heeeeear you - lalalalalala-”

 

 

“Oh, just stop it already. There's no one around to watch your antics anyway. Well, technically I guess there's me - speaking of which, pull up the back of your skirt - I can see your underwear. Unless that was intentional. In which case, mission accomplished. It even matches your outfit.”

 

 

“Alright, already! Shut up.” Tohru trundled off the bed and attempted to tug up her skirt discretely.

 

 

“Saw that.” interjected Agent Smith.

 

 

Tohru smothered a sheepish look by pulling a face.

 

 

“What, then? Any extra spying you need done? Impossibly-impossible under-cover missions? With theme music, sneaky gadgets and everything?” Her suddenly twinkling eyes glazed over as she gazed into some distant world of fashionably dangerous espionage. “Do you need me to storm into a perilous building, heavily armed with shiny guns under one of those long swishy Matrix coats, and take care of any unfinished business - no, ancient feuds - ooh, one that's been simmering in the undergrounds of… London! Or Rome! Yeah! For centuries and centuries… just simmering… waiting to burst into an explosion of debris, sending hundreds of corrupted corporate buildings into utter states of… rubble! With bad guys finally getting their comeuppance and I, Agent Tohru Honda-”

 

 

“Will review the video surveillance tapes. You've been slacking off.”

 

 

“Ughhh...” The disgruntled agent sat back down on the bed. “Look, I still don't understand why you lot can't bloody do it yourself-”

 

 

“Because we're busy! This isn't the only top-secret case we're working on, you know!”

 

 

“And yet you have enough time to analyze my undergarments?”

 

 

“Correction - undergarment. You're not wearing a see-through top today.”

 

 

“Oh my god! I should file for sexual harassment, or something!”

 

 

“Hey, I'm just pointing out the details. Oh - and by the way, there's a separate, little mini-mission set aside for you. It's in the neighbourhood - convenience, and all.”

 

 

“Oooh!” Tohru changed gears so quickly that she almost squealed, and the sparkle in her eyes started to return. “When? Where? What?”

 

 

Lynn laughed through the sock drawer. Oh, the enthusiasm of young spies.

 

 

“Not for a long time - I'll give you the details at least a week beforehand. And it'll just be minor stuff, really. You're too inexperienced for the big cases. Other than this, of course.”

 

 

And just like that, the sparkle was gone.

 

 

“Oh. Alright.”

 

 

“On the other hand… One of the other Sohmas - about your age, he is, too - you'll be meeting him soon.”

 

 

Sparkle, sparkle.

 

 

“Mmm… really?”

 

 

Sparkle, sparkle.

 

 

“-ish.”

 

 

“Hm? What-ish?”

 

 

“Soon-ish. You didn't let me finish my sentence.” stated Agent Smith, as if she wasn't enjoying every second of messing with her subordinate. “So - well, not for a while, really. I shouldn't even have really bothered to tell you yet.”

 

 

“Oh… Fine then - what do I do in the mean time?”

 

 

“Hmm… I guess you could… review the video surveillance tapes!”

 

 

Too tired to bother arguing any more, Agent Tohru waved her hand in the direction of the camera, in submissive acceptance of her next mission.

 

 

 

Author's Note:

 

Oh yeah - just wanted to randomly say that I just went on a semi-frenzy to reply to all the reviews I got (thanks, by the way!!!) - for my other fanfic [A Caged Heart] too (but some were dating back from aaaages ago, so I didn't really reply to all the earlier reviews).

Aaand yeah.

That's it, really. ^-^