| rdfs:comment | - In a flash, the screen went black as Shikaniku frustratingly pressed the off button on the remote. He spun around in his swivel chair, facing away from the tv in front of his desk. “I’m such an idiot,” he exhaled. “A storm’s coming? Seriously? What in the hell was I thinking?” “You didn’t want to give the secret away,” Senjō, his wife, comforted. “I don’t even…um…know why she even assumed that it would be danger from that statement. It doesn’t give the slightest hint of danger.” “Y-You’d do that for me?” “Um, yes, Shikaniku. Why did you even ask that?” “Oh, even better,” he sarcastically added.
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| abstract | - In a flash, the screen went black as Shikaniku frustratingly pressed the off button on the remote. He spun around in his swivel chair, facing away from the tv in front of his desk. “I’m such an idiot,” he exhaled. “A storm’s coming? Seriously? What in the hell was I thinking?” “You didn’t want to give the secret away,” Senjō, his wife, comforted. “I don’t even…um…know why she even assumed that it would be danger from that statement. It doesn’t give the slightest hint of danger.” “Really?” Shikaniku asked sarcastically. “Yeah, that definitely sounds like danger, babe. I’m sorry, I was just trying to help ease your spirit,” Senjo truthfully informed. “But,” she begun with a smile, “look on the bright side, at least when that famous band gets here, they’ll realize it wasn’t a storm, but the most celebrated musicians in the world!” “Or no one will come because they’re afraid since I basically told them to be.” Senjo hummed in concentration. “How about during my interview, I accidentally spill the beans about it instead. That way, you won’t get blamed for it?” “Y-You’d do that for me?” “Um, yes, Shikaniku. Why did you even ask that?” “Well, Senjo, I was trying to be really sentimental,” Shikaniku explained, standing up and approaching his wife until only inches remained between them. “But, then you really sort of messed that moment up. You’re were supposed to go, yes honey! Because I love you! and then we were going to kiss and everything. It was going to be good, but I don’t even know if we can continue with it anymore. Especially since my brother is about to walk in.” “Your brother is about to what?” Senjo started, before being interrupted by Shikadai opening the door. “You done goofed already, Shikaniku.” Typically, Shikadai’s first words were much more critical, but it seems that since he had become Hokage, his elder brother was much more lenient. He mistook it for respect originally, but then realized that it was more for Shikadai’s own image. Being outright rude to the Hokage was an offense, that not even he was truly immune to. Not that Shikaniku would imprison his own brother or anything, but with the media being involved in their lives 24/7 now, something might be heard and slip into a newspaper or something. In reality, you could never be too careful. “Yes, Shikadai, I done goofed,” Shikaniku begun, “But, I have a plan.” Shikadai sighed in annoyance. “You have a plan?” “Yep, I have a plan!” He paused for a moment. “Or actually, I should say that Senjo has a plan.” “Oh, even better,” he sarcastically added. “Yep, she’s just going to accidently tell the citizens that the storm is the famous band that travels the world now. It’ll be great.” “What famous band?” Shikadai confusedly asked. “Storm, you know, that band that Shikahime is into. She told me all about them.” Shikadai facepalmed. “Storm? You mean that group that like, 5 people listen to?” “What?” Shikaniku interjected, “Shikahime loves that group.” “Exactly, Shikaniku. SHIKAHIME loves that group,” Shikadai retorted. Senjo’s eyes shot towards Shikaniku intensely. “You told me Shikahime AND Sumire liked the band.” “Yeah, Sumire did say she liked it. She was like, ew they’re so nasty,” Shikaniku defensively retorted. “Isn’t that hip for Yo, that band is tight! nowadays?” “No, Shikaniku. That means they’re unattractive and unpopular. How in the hell don’t you know that?” Senjo facepalmed. “What do you mean? Why didn’t you say anything sooner then,” Shikaniku aggressively asked. “Me? Because you’re Hokage you idiot,” Shikadai babbled back. “Shut up, both of you!” Senjo ordered, raising her tone briefly. “Give me time to think about things.” She placed her hands on their backs gently and walked towards the door, escorting them both. “Don’t worry about a thing. Handle the other business. I’ll resolve this mess.” Senjo escorted them outside the room and shut the door. “Um, brother?” “Yes, Shikadai?” “Isn’t that your office?” “Yeah, Shikadai.”
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