http://clampfix.fanworks.net/tb-fix/type.txt </head><body><pre>have a fic. fluff. html available at : http://malice.greywolves.org/x/type.html warning: silly, OOC, pointless. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [i want my own] type 6.69 angel written by malice [who really likes] wAs it was such a beautiful heart-warming sunny happy day about the neighbourhood, it was obviously time for artistic expression. Kiyoko Sakurazuka, a working woman with several Chanel suits, one presumptuous cherry tree, a kendo-master son with accidental appearance +2, one house in between Matsuda and Tokyo and a husband who died "accidentally" last week. How lucky that she had been working at that time.. of course, the body had not yet been recovered from the car accident, but Kiyoko was waiting for a phone call from the police any day now. It was not likely they'd call on a beautiful Sunday, though. Then she'd have to go through the process with the boy. What a shame that she couldn't show him the ropes here at home, but really, Toisika Namura had been too busy to even die at home. With luck, this would be the last Sunday she would spend in Matsuda with Sei-chan. She'd change the family name back to proper as well - that was scarcely a problem. The only thing between herself and Tokyo was the mother-in-law in Matsuda who would also have to be dealt with. She'd just have to use dear lady as a killer example with Sei-chan. It'd do only good for the boy to see gramma dead. She smiled at the memory of her own mother as she set the ink, pens and blank o-fuda across the long writing table (two people could be seated there side by side), mother Yukini had been rather left-handed in her instructions as well. "You'll learn as you go along." It was one of her favourite methods of passing on immortal assassin lore. Eventually Kiyoko had learned, of course.. "Okaa-samaa..." she sighed, drawing dreamy little flowers with the calligraphy pencil over the white blank card. She had been a truly marvellous character in her mind, another strong and self-sufficient lady in a time and land of men. Well, it was quite a bonus to have such a lethal occupation to back you up. According to the best assassin clan traditions there would be fried bananas with vanilla ice after the o-fuda painting session. And they would make some really ass-kicking beautiful cards today. "Honey, come sit here", the mother instructed the boy who was still mucking about in the backyard wearing gi and black hakama (her son was the pride of the elementary kendo club.) She hadn't time to watch the boy climb in as the telephone rang. She swore under her breath, muttering that the police really had no sense of what was discreet, calling about her husband's death on a Sunday.. oh, the people these days were so impolite. Now she had to prepare to sound tragic on the phone and that didn't amuse her at all. "Stay there", she said to little Sei-chan as she went to the phone in the other room. The little samurai watched at the blank o-fuda cards. An idea was born in those deep brown eyes, displaying itself to the world as a .. *glint* ² ² The mother stopped sobbing as the call ended and took a handkerchief to wipe away the crocodile tears. Damn, now her beautiful geisha-makeup she had been painting on for a greater score of time was a mess. She'd painted herself like that as a sort of amusement when she'd been bored in the morning. Oh well.. she had sounded very convincing in the phone, though. She'd have to go over to a morgue the next day and identify the body. Dreaming of fried banananas, she went back to the screen room where little Sei-chan was busy painting ofuda cards. "Aw, lovely work, Sei-chan", she congratulated the boy with the work as she saw one of the carefully-painted black cards that had fallen on the pine floor. "Ah, that's nothing until you see THESE!" The boy smiled like an apple up at the proud mother whose expression crumbled little by little at the sight of .. rainbow coloured ... ofuda . A whole set, it seemed. Seven colours. Wow. Sweatdrop. "Emm.. okaa-san ..?" Sei asked from Kiyoko who went to have a lie down over the floor. She sprawled her limbs about as long as she could and closed her eyes serenely. "Mommy is just having a rest, dear. Mommy has very tight-strung nerves, dear." o wa ri .. for now ² n ² Maija [ malice@bdb.fi ] [ http://malice.greywolves.org ] "Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care." -- (Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett)</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>