Disclaimer: I don't own Punch!, just the Cheeto I just ate...wait, it wasn't my bag.

A/N: Just a lovely piece of randomness written over a napkin of milk and very under-baked cookies. Enjoy.

My ancestors wandered lost in the wilderness for 40 years because even in biblical times, men would not stop to ask for directions.
-- Elayne Boosler


"Heya, Kazuki?"

"Yeah Elle?"

"You know, you're really no good at boxing. You'd never actually beat Ruo."

"Says who?!"

"Says me. Now calm down. I've come up with something you're much more suited for."

"Oh? And what's that?"


"You're joking."

"Nope. Kazuki, you're so hot; you'd be a perfect model."

"Like hell. Elle, there's no way I'm gonna be a model."

"But Kazuki, think about all the girls and clothes and free food you'll get!"

"...free food...?"

"Yup! A lot of it, too."


Which is how Elle and her best friend ended up on a free trip to Milan, Paris, and Madrid. All the while getting to watch all the half-naked, sexy men they wanted and mooch off of Kazuki's newfound success.


"Elle, I swear you're a genius!"

"Of course I am. I told you I wouldn't stay in that gym forever. It's all the world of fashion for me now!"

"But seriously, Elle: Kazuki? You know Ruo's waay prettier than Kazuki. I'd way rather see Ruo up on that catwalk."

"Yeah, but the only reason you're saying that is because you've got some weird psycho-crush on him."

"Yeah, that too, and he would look soo hot in those Calvin Klein underwear."

"...I dunno. I like the view Kazu's giving me, too. And that Spanish guy. Hey, Raul! Hooolllla!!!!"


"You know, I don't even know why I'm doing this."

"Because of the girls; they are so pretty. And that SeƱorita Elle asked you to."

"...oh yeah..."

"You, mi amigo, are what you like to call whipped."


A/N: See? I told you so. Randomness that can only be conjured over milk and cookies has been conjured. Although, it's not as bad as you might think. I mean, I get milk and cookies and I get to hear from all of you. So until then,