5th post! Yay!

Ok...I'm back. How goes it, all of you in the blogosphere? Did I write that correctly? Goodness, I don't really care if I did. Anywhooo...2DAY is Wednesday...and like I will start to do every day apparently, and unlike Hikaru-chan, not miss a day until notified.

By the way...i would go see 2012. If I had the willingness to scream at the inaccuracy of it all.

So! Today, as said, I will be posting another one-shot from my fiction repertoire!

So far, if you've noticed, the names of these characters don't seem familiar at all to a manga/anime fanbase...that's because they're not created and recognized by the general public. (yet) And they are part of my Gaiaverse, which consists of Original characters and the occasional crossover character from a more popular series.

Blah blah blah....

Now this story here is about....gardening. Enough said.

Enjoy.

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The morning task at hand (Original version)

Rating: T (light swearing, innuendo)

Genre: comedy

“Gloves...”he said, pulling on the tight rubber fabric on his hands again for the second time.

Check.

“Hat to protect me from the deadly sun,” he tugged on his straw hat and tipped it once for good measure.

Check.

“Cool sunglasses to make me look…well, cool,” he took off his shades from his eyes and examined them proudly before replacing them back on his face.

“Check,” he replied to himself in deep satisfaction and cracked his knuckles. This morning wasn’t like any other morning. No, it was the day he dreaded since they had shown their first signs of blossom with their small roots at spring’s awakening. It was the day he dreaded since his ecstatic fiancee would drag his ass out of bed, threaten to not make him lunch, supper or not even a snack for him on that day until he had done this dooming chore. She said she would even couch him for the entire night, if not the entire weekend at that!

And worst of all, the day he dreaded always seemed to come on a Friday.

And it just happens that today was…Friday. Friday the 13th? No, but it sure felt like it to him. He just wasn’t lucky on those days!

He glared at them and pulled out his first weapon out of his pail and dug it slowly into the Earth. How he hated, loathed, despised this with all his being. Even though his eager lover said it was a peaceful thing to do and a calming one, he truly thought the utmost opposite of it. This truly wasn’t his thing; he was an award-winning singer after all! He had crowds to wow, stages to strut and girls to swoon! He was an avid car racer and had top-notch skills on the guitar and on the formula one field!

He scoffed, shaking his head. But…that was only half of his life. The other half required a lot of flying and dodging away from villains. Sometimes they would be jumping off heroically off of super-high buildings (or trees, skyscrapers, whichever) and unleashing deadly but super-cool and complicated energy attacks at the enemies of the world. Those were the same enemies who were threatening the world daily (or they would actually come only once a year giving us good guys a deserving break) with their oh-so ”evil” plots of body-snatching, mischievous chaos-making, their utterly idiotic supernatural mix and match fantasy monsters and their one BIG goal of potentially being able to take over this great big world that we call Earth.

And you thought the Sailor Senshi had it bad.

The grumbling blonde sighed and dug deeper again, soon making a circle around the plant. He put the small shovel back in the pail and soon mixed his protected hands in the circle of earth and slowly reached in until he found the main roots that he was looking for. And with a loud grunt and a heave of his hand, Hazuki Kendoh pulled out his first batch of spring fresh flowers. The roses were red; thankfully they were never blue.

He smiled bitterly. This was only one of many of which he had to wretch out from the ground to make his fiancee happy. To get his chance of some sort of a morning’s sleep the next day. To actually get to sleep side-by-side on the bed with Miharu and not on the cold leather of the lonely, unwelcoming couch the previous night. He shivered a little at the thought and stood up, still gripping onto the freshly picked roses and dumped them nonchalantly on the ground.

“Let’s see,” he looked around to the left rows of daisies and daffodils, then to the right rows of twenty-something roses and violets. He cracked his knuckles again and rolled up his left sleeve with his muddy gloves still on. He counted each of the flowers on one side then the right row on the other.

If he could do all that before noon, he could have a chance at what Miharu would have cooked for lunch then. Better finish what I started then, eh? Hazuki thought as he crouched down and returned to what he deemed as ”The flower man’s task”.

And, he, of course, was far from the experienced people who specialized in picking flowers or plants up and out from their muddy, earthy home or things like that. No, Hazuki Kendoh was a lover. Hazuki Kendoh was a fiancé. Hazuki Kendoh was a father, a handsomely talented car racer and Eolios, Gaia guardian of the winds.

But no way in all of Earth and beyond was Hazuki Kendoh ever a gardener. No way in heck. Except when his beautiful lover had asked him to of course.

She was an exception.

A small hand poked the blonde’s shoulder an hour later after that. He was almost done. He just had what, twenty roses to poke and prod himself through the thorns and earth and roots until he reached lunchtime? Plenty of enough time to make an organic bouquet and present it to the lady in waiting.

“Gardening again for Mom?” Asked little nine-year old Hitomi. She was the cutest little button of sunshine around their home. Except when she would sometimes transform their household into a nuclear blizzard back in the early days.(Note: don't ever make her cry.) Then Miharu would lecture her lightly in the manners of how to control her growing powers. Dorian would take this time to scoot out of the house and go off wherever he went off during that time. Hazuki would be fever-ridden from the near-death experience for hours but wasn’t complaining; watching endless marathons of the Women's Wimbledon on demand while being spoon-fed back to life and taken care of by a worrying Miharu was one of his favorite fantasies.

Sometimes he would even add some practiced fake sneezes and bring up the thermometer with the nearby heater.

He chuckled a little and looked back at his daughter.” Uh huh, Hazuki’s “cleaning up” the garden, if you will. And what are you doing, Hitomi-chan?”

She shrugged.” I got bored watching Mom cook her pancakes and buttercakes, so I came down to see what you were doing. Dorian isn’t home at the moment, so I couldn’t bug him. He isn’t home very much lately anymore, is he? Where does he go?”

Hazuki shrugged, then blinked. B-butter cakes? Pancakes? All that for her greedy old self? Why I oughta…I hope she still leaves some for me. Hazuki sighed and blindly cut away another rose and chucked it to the ground along with the other piles of roses while Hitomi dodged the incoming flowers. He was too busy speeding up her chore to notice that he was actually throwing them at her.

“Ummm, Hitomi-chan?” he asked hastily, sticking his tongue out and swiping away at another flower, ”would…you…mind (ugh!)…Telling…me (ha!)…What…time it is-DAMMIT! GAWD! IT FREAKIN’, FUCKIN' HURRTTTSSS!” he growled and hissed. Poor Hazuki had cut his finger and caught a thorn in it.

“Hazuki-papa? You alright?” Hitomi asked, concerned. She watched as the cussing blonde blew really, really hard on his cut and hopped up and down frantically, almost like dancing a drunken sailor’s wild jig. The violet-haired girl giggled at Hazuki’s uncoordinated dancing then quickly ran around the blonde once or twice until she ran around him once more then dashed over to the house and yelled,

“Miharu-mama! Hazuki-papa’s cut himself and has a thorn in his finger too!”

No response until a shadow ran over to the balcony, quickly swiped the door open and looked down at her daughter and panted. Miharu raised a brow.

“You sure that he isn’t faking it this time around?”

She nodded. ”He’s swearing like crazy! Saying things like-“she was quickly halted by her mother’s hand over her mouth. Miharu sighed and patted her daughter’s shoulder.

“Wow, you’re quick.” Hitomi mumbled.

“Please don’t repeat what Hazuki-papa says. He’s just a little furious over his cut. Let me handle all the big bad words that are coming out of his dirty mouth, okay, Hotaru?” The girl nodded and ran back inside the house then ran up the stairs to the balcony that peered over everything.

This would be fun to watch.

Miharu sighed and walked to the now-whimpering Hazuki on the ground with hands on hips and fiery red eyes glaring down at her fiancé. Hazuki blew once more at his cut then gulped as he noticed who was peering over him. Sweating all over his face, the scared blonde slowly looked up at her and smiled nervously.

“Hiya doing, Miharu-chan…Is-is it lunchtime yet? Heh heh heh…”

The Gaia guardian of divine fire crossed her arms. She glanced over at the piles of roses on one side then the violets and daffodils on the other then reluctantly sighed. She bent over and pulled out her lover’s bruised hand to her face to examine the evidence. Then with a quick tug, Miharu pulled out the thorn that blocked her hissing lover’s finger circulation then dragged him out of the garden and into the patio and left him there on the ground.

“Wait here. The buttercakes are almost ready. I’ll go get them out of the oven then I’ll come back for you.”

“Yay…”Hazuki said throatily. Maybe today was a lucky Friday after all. He may actually get to eat lunch now! He laughed at his victory and clenched his sore fist.

A few minutes later, Miharu came back with a first aid’s kit and sat down beside him. Hazuki raised out his hand to her and winced as she bandaged his opened finger then playfully kissed it. ”Awww…thanks.” He said. Miharu rolled her eyes.

“Can you stand up now?”

Hazuki nodded and sprung back to life.” Hah hah! Hazuki Kendoh’s back! Victory pose!” he grinned and gave a peace sign to the sky.

Miharu laughed slyly before getting up again and turning her back on him to return inside she replied,

“Good boy! Now you’ve just got to finish the garden and mow the lawn! Maybe then I’ll consider leaving something for you when you’re completely done.” She continued laughing as she left the flabbergasted and twitching blonde alone to process the fact that he was actually far from done.

And you thought Haruka Tenoh had it bad.

((Thoughts? Suggestions? Chances are, I might actually listen...or not. Either way, take a look-see, comment and wait for tomorrow's entry. You might be familiar with that one more.))

Until then,

See you on the flipside.

Suzanne Helen James.

11.25.09.