drabble – 500 words. YAY!

Random snippet from my muse who is being quite corroperative. Based on an RP EONS ago in the YST/RR Universe. I’m proud of myself for getting 500 words exactly. I think I rock! Hope people enjoy!

The Aftermath
 
I giggled to myself as I fastened the haori around me tighter as I peeked out the shoji door.
 
Looking quickly left then right, I bolted outside, diving down the hallway to the little communal kitchen. I felt like a bandit as I kept looking about as I drew some water and dug out some tea, and I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, looking for a place to stash it.
 
“What are you up to?”
 
I let out a little shriek, dropped the tea canister, and whirled around. Standing there, clutching my chest, I was face to face with a smirking Warlord of Illusion.
 
“Actually,” he said, arching a white eyebrow, “I would rather know what you are doing in a haori that is… Is that from Anubis?” He stepped forward to scrutinize the material before turning me around to study the back. “It is!”
 
“I-I…” I stuttered. Thinking frantically, I went down the only road I knew. “Dais, don’t sneak up on me again! You about gave me a heart attack, you moron!” I whirled around and smacked at his hands. “I swear it’s like you want to kill me.”
 
I avoided his eyes as I bent down to retrieve the canister and then making myself straighten up the mess.
 
“Seems to me that you’re avoiding the subject.” He turned me around, his fingers catching my chin and tilting my face up towards his. “You know, we don’t care. We just want to make sure you’re not going to get hurt by any one of us.” Dais smiled; a quirking of his lips on the left side. “That and we are going to tease the hell out of you two.” He stepped back and rummaged on one side of the room.
 
I cocked my head as I watched him. “What do you mean?” He was throwing pieces of cloth this way and that. I watched as he held up a piece of cloth with a soft mutter, tucking it into his haori. With a soft cry of triumph, he found what he wanted.
 
“You didn’t answer, Dais. What do you mean?” I clutched the edges of the haori closer together. Self-conscious now, I realized that Anubis’ haori barely covered my thighs, left absolutely nothing to imagination. I swallowed hard realizing I was giving a free show.
 
He laughed. I rather liked the sound. Dais didn’t laugh too often and was rather aloof. I think he had a terrible experience in his younger days that lead him to Talpa.  When he came back, still chuckling, he held out two canisters, one of water and one of tea; an English style tea pot and two glasses in a small basket.
 
“It is not every day we see you struggling to walk, let alone that hobbling dash you made from Anubis’ bedroom where we heard the most interesting of noises.”
 
Mortified, I grabbed what he offered and dashed back to Anubis’ room, being sure to shut the shoji on his laughter.

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