Disclaimer: We don’t own TMM!

BuKitten: BTW, if the disclaimer is doubled again, we don’t know why!!

Misha12: Yeah, and it’s not our fault, DSB95!! MUAHAHAHAHA!

BuKitten: There’s that laugh you wanted, too! So I bet that all you readers want to know what happens to poor Keiichiro, right?

Misha12: HE DIES! MUAHAHAHAHA!! (cough, cough) Too much laugh…

BuKitten: Um, heh, you’ll have to read to find out! (Cause c’mon, who believes HER?)

Misha12: …I believe me.

BuKitten: …Of course you do. Time for the story! Buh BYE!! See ya at the ending A/N!!

Previously

Keiichiro innocently strolled into the café from the kitchen and froze. “My dear! What ever happened in here?”

Pudding took aim for his head from the table, smiled, and pulled the trigger.

Color Me Dead

Chapter FOUR!! MUAHAHA!!

“Say your prayers, cake man!” Pudding giggled evilly, pulling the trigger.

Keiichiro shrieked in fear as he slammed his hands on his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. He fell over, making all sorts of ridiculous spazzing motions. I looked down at him with strong disapproval.

But once the trigger was pulled, water shot out and dribbled all over Keiichiro on the ground. He stood, brushed any dust and water off his shirt, and trotted back to the kitchen singing, ‘Tra la, la, la…’

Pudding burst into fits of laughter while the rest of us just gazed quietly at the possible woman that had just left the room.

Lettuce gasped quietly, and when we turned to her, she said, “Ry-Ry’s getting away, ya know?”

We all gasped much louder in unison, before charging out the now-open window, screaming archaically all the way. All of us except Zakuro, who only stared after us, went through the doors, and strolled down the street after the group of medieval kids.

Meanwhile, Ryou was running for his life. He ran through the park and stopped for a breather under a giant tree. Ryou stared up and in the branches was a tree house. “…Why do I feel like climbing up in that tree house and crying?” He shivered, “Creepy.”

Ryou thought to himself…before Pudding tackled him. “TAKE THAT!” She shouted.

“GLAAAAAAAAARGGGHHHHFFFFAAAA!! Ugh… Nice tackle… I almost coughed my insides out…” Ryou held his stomach, for fear that his insides would, in fact, flow out.

I stood on Ryou’s feet to prevent him from running. “What is the real reason you fired us?”

“I fired you all, because you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” He stared up at me. “Can I go, now?”

Pudding slapped him randomly. “Pudding,” I started, “you have to ask him a question before you hit him!”

“Ooooooooh…” She glanced at Ryou out of the corner of her eye. A devilishly devious smile grew on her face. “What color is my underwear!?” Pudding slapped him.

“PUDDING!” Ryou flamed. “Stop hitting me! And it’s not like I go around all day waiting for you to leave your house so that I could stare at your underwear drawer!”

I stared at him. “…Whose house do you go to, Ryou?” Ryou slammed his head against the huge tree behind him. I wonder why. “Ryou…” I moaned. “…I want to know the real reason why we were fired.”

His eyes thought I was crazy. “…Didn’t I just tell you why?”

I shook my head no. “You were lying.” He continued to stare at me in confusion from my all-knowing powers. “Pudding…” I grew Pudding’s evil smirk as I held out my hand. “…The glock, if you don’t mind.”

Pudding nodded her head eagerly. Ryou’s confused face disappeared immediately, turning into terrified glances. “A g-glock!?” He stared at the gun being passed from Pudding’s hands to mine. “I-Ichigo… I know what you’re thinking,” I loaded the gun and he gulped, “and it isn’t good…for me, anyway.”

I pointed the gun to his head. “Any last words?” I can’t forgive the stupid, little jerk that fired me! No answer, I bet he thought I wasn’t going to shoot him. I cocked the gun.

Ryou bit his lip. “FINE!” I fell over from his shout. “APRIL FOOLS! YOU’RE ALL APRIL FOOLS FOR BELIEVING ME!” With that, Ryou ran all the way back to the café and I could hear him slamming and locking the doors even from my position.

“It was an April Fool’s Day joke?” I murmured. A few seconds later I burst out laughing. “He got me good!” We all laughed -Zakuro smiled- but Lettuce counted her fingers.

“Ichigo,” she spoke, “it’s not April 1st.”

Misha12: DONE! :3

BuKitten: Yeah, no twenty chapters long story from us…

Misha12: Too hard. ..

BuKitten: It’s waay past April Fools. Ryou’s an idiot. Or Ichigo, for not calling him on it right away.

Ichigo: April Fools isn’t in June?

Misha12: No, Ichigo. It’s in December. Right next to Christmas.

Ichigo: Ohhh, I understand now! GET OVER HERE, YOU LYING SCUMBAG OF A BOSS!!

BuKitten: Yeah, she’s the idiot… Hope everyone enjoyed our little fic! Review or… you know the drill.

Misha12: MUAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! There, you have your ‘Muahaha’, DSB95.

BuKitten: There’s one at the beginning. Overdose, much? I’m gunna turn down the volume on my headphones… they’re screaming at me….

Misha12: The newest torture device! (turns up volume all the way and shoves it in BK’s ear)

BuKitten: GAAAAAAAAAH!! WHY MUST ROCK LIKE DISTURBED BE PLAYING RIGHT NOW??

Misha12: Because the Lord of Irony says so.

BuKitten: Loud headphones plus hard rock equals irony? I’m not too sure about that. Well, we should end this before it’s longer than the story, if it already isn’t.

Misha12: No, I didn’t say Irony, I said Dark Humor. Lord of Dark Humor!

BuKitten: Oh, I’ve met him! We had a lovely conversation over tea.

Misha12: Nice. I wish I could’ve been there, but I was talking to the Queen of Sarcasm and her husband King Oxymoron. Well, we gotta go, tell us if you have any opinions on future collabs! (though we may not… ..) R&R!!