Disclaimer: Eerie Queerie (Ghost!) belongs to Shuri Shiozu, Shinshokan & TOKYOPOP. Rally owns Emma Blair.
Author's Note: AAC stands for Anime Assassin Corps. It's the web personalities on the Anime Hit List, one of my alternate websites. On that site my personality is Kawaii. Here I'm just using the name as a prop, but if you'd like to know more about the AAC and the Anime Hit List click here.
Oh, the simple things in life...
"Aren't you packed yet?" The smaller boy was frantically running from room to room, different pieces of clothing and supplies hanging from his arms each time he made an appearance in the living room. The floor of the living room looked like a yard sale with piles of clothing, bedding and other junk.
Hasunuma smiled. "Easy there, Mitsuo. The letter said it was an all expense paid trip. You don't need to bring anything but clothing. Most of that," he pointed to a bag full of snacks, including apples and kiwi, "won't even make it through customs."
Mitsuo gave the snack bag a look of pained longing. "But what if we get hungry?"
"We'll be in first class," he replied reasonably. "And what do you need that for?" This time he indicated a large, purple hippo.
Mitsuo blushed. "Um... How did that get in there?" he asked a little too cheerfully and quickly tossed it back into his room.
"I'm packed and ready," Hasunuma said without sarcasm or scorn. His luggage consisted of one suitcase and a small carry on bag. "Would you like me to help you?"
After a moment of silence where his cute little nose scrunched up in thought, Mitsuo nodded. "Please?"
Mitsuo was just too adorable; Hasunuma couldn't help himself. He grabbed the smaller boy by the hand and pulled him in close. "Anything you want of me, you need only ask," he whispered. Hasunuma could actually feel Mitsuo's blush, before he was pushed away.
"We have to hurry. The plane leaves in two hours," was the excuse. Hasunuma smiled and dove into organizing Mitsuo's luggage.
In a remarkably short amount of time, Hasunuma got the roomful of junk down to two suitcases and a carry on. Mitsuo insisted on taking at least a suitcase worth of paper charms.
"You ready for some fun in the sun?" asked Hasunuma, holding the door for his friend.
"You betcha!" replied Mitsuo just before he collided with Ichi.
Ichi looked up from his sprawl on the ground with desperation in his eyes. "You can't go! I told you, you can't trust that letter! Who are the people funding this trip, anyway?"
Mitsuo held out a hand. "It's okay, Ichi. It's just a free vacation. Like a giveaway."
Ichi latched onto Mitsuo. "Yeah," said Hasunuma. "A vacation for two. Beaches for two. Hotel rooms for two. Just for two."
Ichi lost his grip and fell again. "I'm sorry there were only two tickets, Ichi," said Mitsuo, hauling Ichi to his feet and brushing off non-existent dirt.
"Yeah, sucks to be left out, but them's the breaks."
"Hasunuma, that wasn't very nice," said Mitsuo before turning back to Ichi. He patted Ichi's hands in a gesture of comfort. "Listen, I'll bring you back a souvenir."
Hasunuma's face grew hot. Ichi was getting all the attention again. How did that keep happening? He grabbed all the bags except the one Mitsuo had slung across his back in order to distract Mitsuo from his object of affection. "Time's a-tickin'. We need to get moving, Mitsuo."
"All right, all right," said Mitsuo somewhat dismissively. "See you in two weeks, Ichi."
"Yeah, see you," replied Ichi in defeat.