so_shik | Forty-Third Spool of Thread

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Forty-Third Spool of Thread - [Voice/Action]

[There's the sudden sound of a bunch of boxes falling to the ground, contents spilling everywhere as the journal's camera points up to the ceiling. It shifts suddenly to focus on a particular pink-haired girl who was unceremoniously dumped into the back room of her shop on top of said boxes.]

Ugh...thanks for the warning, jerks. [She begins to untangle herself from the boxes of ribbons and fabrics, moving the journal closer to speak. For the most part, she seems pretty unharmed.]

Hey...so what day is it anyway? Here's hoping I wasn't gone too long, totally bad for business. [There's a slight beat, suddenly remembering something. You know, her housemate that was alone for like a week.] Haruhi, report. [She works her way out from under the pile of materials and the door to the back room swings open, allowing her to enter the main part of the shop.]

Neku...you better have made it back. That was pretty low of them, keeping us sort of together and then sending you back first. Besides, I was right in the middle of designing a n--

[There's a long pause suddenly as she really takes a look at the shop. She's staring at a row of dresser dummies, counting them in her head.]

All right, which one of you broke into my shop when I was gone?!

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I'm not touchy!

You're as touchy as a chihuahua. Start getting yappy when something happens you don't like.

My point is that there's nothing natural about what you've done. And that's not going to stop being true just because you want to change the subject.

It's not like my death was natural to begin with, so I guess it all worked out.

[!!!!!!]

What do you mean, your death wasn't natural?

[And this is where Shiki learns that sometimes it's better to just...walk away from arguments when she might say things she'll regret in the heat of the moment. She silences herself, staring at Hisoka for a moment before waving it off.]

Never mind, it's not your business.

It's exactly what my business is.

Misaki, how did you die?

Get out of my shop, Kurosaki. [DNW, DNW.]

Were you murdered?

No. Murders require premeditation right? Nobody hated me that much. [Except herself. Technically, you could say that she murdered herself.]

Misaki. What did you do.

Get. Out.

No.

[...yeah? Well she's just going to have to force you out then! She grabs him by the arm and starts pulling him to the door.] Shop's closed.

[...WTF. GIRLS SHOULD NOT BE STRONGER THAN HE IS THIS IS BULLSHIT. He's just going to dig his heels in and ignore the prickling crawly sensation spreading along his skin.] Don't touch me!

[She immediately drops his arm.] ...like I said, touchy.

Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about.

Neither do you. I think we got that.

But you're the one we're discussing right now. So why don't you stop wasting both our time and just tell me what you did in the first place.

I didn't ask to discuss this, so you're out of luck. [Why would she want to discuss something like that anyway? It was a stupid mistake, and she hates talking about it even with her closest friends. Minato vaguely knows, Neku vaguely knows, it's debatable if Haruhi knows, but why would she tell a complete stranger? Shinigami or no, the accident isn't his business.]

"Accident"?

...who said anything about an accident? [WTF.]

Not important. Tell me about the one you had.

I'm not telling you anything. You're making things up, there wasn't an accident.

I could always consult with Joshua for details.

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