Log; Complete!

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When; Sunday, December 23rd, Night
Rating; PG-13/R, depends
Characters; Excel (i_try_harder_2 ), Fuu (sun_flowered), Ayame (nattoninja)
Summary; All this over some freaking cakes? Christ, people....
Log;

Excel pulled herself up to the window's edge carefully, peering into the building to see if the ninja woman from earlier- her name was "Sa-chan" or something, so those other guys called her- was asleep. Seeing that the coast looked clear, Excel gestured for Fuu, down below her, to climb up after her with the supplies.

The window creaked open with a small bit of noise, which made Excel pause with fear of being exposed momentarily, but seeing no more reaction from the intended victim of this little scheme, she crawled in and waited for Fuu to join her. In the meanwhile, Excel hastily snatched the sleeping woman's glasses from their resting place.

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[sun-flowered.livejournal.com]

How did she always manage to get roped into these situations? Never mind that she did agree to help Excel out for payment (food, of course), but this was ridiculous! She never said anything about climbing through windows and carrying stuff!

Fuu huffed a little to herself as she managed to haul herself onto the window sill, swinging a leg over. She had to be quiet, if that girl really was a ninja... There was a small gulp as she carefully tried to bring her leg over. This could be really bad. Too bad she wasn't exactly known for being quiet.

There was a moment where it seemed like she'd get in successfully, without anyone noticing, when her sandal caught on the edge of the sill, and she went tumbling inside. "Owwww..." So much for being quiet.

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"" Excel hissed through gritted teeth.

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She picked up the oddly large bottle of food dye and unscrewed the cap, checking to make sure it was all there.

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[sun-flowered.livejournal.com]

Little goof? ...HEY! She wasn't little, or a goof! Though, she supposed she could argue that point later, when they weren't in the middle of sneaking into someone's house. Making a mental note, she rolled her eyes a little at Excel, and took the bottle back.

"I know, I know! ...Wait, you mean you don't know which room's the bathroom?!" Great. They really hadn't planned this out too well, huh? Resisting the urge to complain and tell Excel that these were the kind of things you were supposed to think out ahead of time, she creeped towards what she hoped was the bathroom.

Once inside, Fuu started ruffling through the various bottles of stuff. How was she supposed to tell which one was the right one, again? Well, she supposed she could always dump the dye in all of them... It would be the safe thing to do! Dumping a liberal amount into each bottle, she sealed them once again and put them back where she thought they were originally, then snuck back out to find Excel.

"Hey! I did it!" She hissed excitedly, shaking the bottle up and down excitedly. Shame she hadn't used up all the dye. or thought to close the cap completely. Oops.

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Excel stood bolt upright as she felt a cold splash against her back and hair. Clenching a fist and biting her lip to keep from yelling, Excel whirled around to whisper angrily at Fuu.

""

Excel checked the carpet to make sure the stains weren't something a half-blind person would notice, the big green splotch covering most of the back of her clothes and spotting the bottom half of her braid looking visible enough to the person standing behind her. She stood up and poked Fuu in the chest.

"" She glaned around again. ""

She turned and started walking toward the door, glasses still in hand.

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It was a normal night in the apartment: annoy Momotarou, beat off the crippled Sakamoto with a stick, try to sneak into Gintoki's bed and end up kicked out onto the living room couch.

Ayame had just dozed off when a few hushed voices roused her from a very raunchy dream involving her and Gintoki. She was about to rip into Momotarou for waking her up when a blurry form came into view and excited her much more than the dream did.

"Ah Gin-san! You came back to apologize to me!" Ayame exclaimed, voice still thick with sleep.

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"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to, honest!" Fuu tried to placate Excel, her hushed whispers nervous as she glanced at the couch the victim was sleeping on. Waking her up when they were almost in the clear would've ruined everything.

She followed quickly after her, staying close. Almost out of here, then she could gorge herself on those cakes Excel had promised and go home. Except... Wait, did someone just say something?

She looked behind her and froze when she saw the girl's eyes were open, and staring at her. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! She grabbed a hold of her cohort's arm, squeezing tight as she hissed "She's awake!"

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Edging over toward the window to let Fuu duck behind the drapes just in case, Excel waved weakly to Ayame, not sure what else she could have done. She coughed and tried to mask her voice in as manly a way as she could muster.

"H-HRM! Uh... Sorry?"

(Damnit! That was terrible! There's no way that's gonna work! Wait.... Apologize for WHAT?!)

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"Gin-san! You don't need to apologize! I know you just pretend to not love me!" Ayame knew Gintoki played rough and she liked it when he did. It made life more exciting.

"Next time," she began, sitting upright from the couch and kicking off her blanket, "You could just spank me, you know."

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Making a point of NOT going anywhere near the woman, Excel continued inching toward the window. This wasn't going to end well, one way or another.

"HRM, uh, r-right, next time. Next time, definitely. Right. Well, uh, s-see you... Next time, then...."

Almost to the window..........

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"Gin-san, where are you going?" Ayame asked, standing up now, and walking towards the blurry form. "You're not dressed for this weather. You'll get sick!"

Although the though of nursing a sick lover back to health was very enticing, she knew Gintoki was cranky when he didn't get his sweets and a sick person just didn't need sweets until they got well.

"Come back to bed, okay?"

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She should feel sorry for poor Excel. Really, she should. That didn't stop her from giggling, muffled behind her hand as she crept closer to the door as Excel kept the other woman distracted. Sneaking out shouldn't be too much of a problem, now.

"Run for it!" She mouthed wordlessly to Excel the moment she reached the door, cracking the front door open just slightly. Hopefully she hadn't actually heard that.

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Excel gaped as she noticed that Fuu had been going for the door this whole time. Meanwhile, Excel was still at the window. She looked back and forth from the door to Ayame then back to the door, then said "Uh, maybe in a minute, I'll go get ready!"

She dashed for the door, calling behind her, "Why don't you take a shower while you wait?!" She then ran past Fuu, dragging her along behind her, all the way downstairs to the front door, not caring how much turbulence the trip caused for her hapless accomplice and the remaining contents of the bottle said accomplice was holding.