Do the Glitterbug (moe)

[Mia Keystone]

”And finally, Misato Hazukashi and Mia Keystone, you two will be working together. That’s it for today, start your projects asap.”

At her seat at the back of the room, Mia slapped her palm to her forehead with melodrama worthy of the Bold and The Beautiful. ”I’d love to, really I would,” she started, straight faced, ”but I have a horrible allergy to glitter and frills. If I’m exposed to them for long periods of time, I vomit uncontrollably.”

A few people in the class tittered, but Mia didn’t really notice. She’d broken her don’t speak t teachers ever rule, so it was a serious matter. She did not want to work on translating Shakespeare with someone who thought referring to themselves not only in the third person, but as Moemoe, was cute. Not to mention someone who had been up close to one Vincent’s cock. Some things were contagious, after all.

Their teacher just waved her medical conditions off, and with a very pissed off snort Mia pulled herself up. ”Glitterbug, front and center,” she called out, stucking her hands in her green jeans as she lent against the wall. It was still cold, so while she was waiting for the sugar puff known as Misato to get his ass into fgear she pulled on her polar bear beanie, sticking her hands into the attached mittens.

She was not in the mood for this. Jonah hadn’t come by her room even once since they’d argued, and she’d seen him around campus but had just walked past. He hadn’t tried to stop and talk to her and she was not about to start groveling or whatever he expected her to do. But the fact was, she’d had very few people to talk to and while that did not bother her (as most people had nothing worth saying let alone hearing) it did have her in a mood. A mood that could be classified as a natural disaster, really.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe had been doodling aimlessly little pictures of cutesy animals and pretty anime men when the teacher had instructed him to work with Mia. Mia was a ... well, Moe didn't like to say, but a bitch. He wrinkled his nose as she complained and turned in his second row seat to eye her with a glittery stare. The little brunette didn't have the patience for this in a normal mood, but after Rumor's blog and Vincent problems, he felt tense. Defensive. Snappy.

"Coming." He said icily, grabbing his brightly coloured pens and pencils and dragging his seat with a loud grating noise across the floor. It fell with a clatter near Mia's legs, and he flopped into it, arms folded across his chest defensively. "If you have allergies," he began tersely, "Try and direct the vomit away from the dress. It's expensive." Grabbing a pen and a scrap of paper, he flopped open the Shakespeare book and scanned the words, taking a moment to understand the context of the language. English, was, after all, his second language.

"Lets just get this done with?" He suggested bluntly, chewing on the tip of his bright pink pen. He could already feel himself getting annoyed and Mia hadn't done anything yet. His gemmed nails clacked repeatedly against the desk as he continued to read, one tooth digging into the corner of his mouth. "So what context does Mia think the text is in? That should help start things."

He decided to let the girl get the first say, leaning back on his chair and twisting his pen back and forth between two fingers, neatly plucked brow arched. "Moemoe loves the beanie, by the way." It was an honest comment, even if said in a slightly huffy manner. Let the fireworks begin.

[Mia Keystone]

Mia raised her eyebrows at the fairy winged boy, then glanced over his dress. ”Money well spent,” she dead panned, then with a huge roll of her eyes sank into a chair. Glacning with distain at the pens (outdated much?) Mia pulled out the notebook her parents had sent her in the absence of Kaylee.

”What, Moemoe doesn’t want to hang with Mia-chan?” the technopath murmured, batting her eyelashes even as she gritted her teeth against the nail tapping. Her own, chewed short, were hidden by her mittens. It wasn’t like she needed to use her fingers to type, was it? ”I thought we could braid each other’s hair,” her own hair, hacked short and spiky, contrasted so sharply with Moe’s bottle blonde locks that Mia had to bite back a smile.

The text, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, was easy enough. Mia’d seen it once with her mom and her brother. ”It’s the part where Puck realizes he fucked up with that flower thing,” she said slowly, glancing over the the page, ”and Oberon tells him to fix it.” Shakespeare read so... clanky. Even with her general disregard for historical anything Mia really failed to understand why people still read the stuff. Jonah hated it...

A scowl pulled across the short girl’s face. Moe’s comment, bitchy as it seemed, was not going to be put up with. Bad timing. ”Thanks so much,” she simpered, glaring up from under the white fluff of her hat, ”because you clearly have excellent taste,” her nose wrinkled, ”I mean, just look at who you're date-” she pushed back, Notebook in lap, smirking. ”Oh, wait. My bad.”

One hand rested on the keyboard as Mia started pulling up sparknotes and other info on the play they were looking at, her eyes unfocused. Still, her smirk didn’t drop, and she blinked out. ”Well, that’s what Rumor says anyway. But maybe the mean old blog is just being mean to MoeMoe. Maybe it’s just jealous of your expensive dress.”

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato decided to blank the snarky comment out about his dress, eying Mia's outfit with a little brow arch of disdain. He began to copy a few of the lines out and mull them over, switching words to keep the context but modernise it, before deciding to start a complete fresh, writing down his own interpretation of Puck's speech.

"Moemoe would sooner be violated by a large spiky dildo." The brunette cooed softly, tilting his head and looking at Mia with a smile. "But we can't all get what we want, can we?" The idea of trying to make any sort of style out of the girl's hair gave the boy a headache. It was a mess. If it weren't for the fact Moe had no sympathy or kinship with the girl, he would have recommended a hairdresser in Pilot Ridge to sort out that mess of a haircut. But, as it was, the brunette would sooner see Mia looking like a troll doll that a 5 year old had gotten to, so he said nothing on the matter.

"How about you translate Oberon's speech, Moe does Puck's and we put them together at the end?" He said simply. It was perfect, it meant he didn't really have to talk to the vile girl, and he could get work done instead of thinking how much he'd like to throw a big handful of his wing dust into her face and laugh as she tripped out. "If there are any ... clunky bits, we'll smooth them over."

Of course, then Mia had to mention Vincent, and the little teen clenched his jaw, grip tightening on his pen. He fixed his stare on the girl and shrugged his shoulders in a would be nonchalant way. "Moe supposes Mia has such a fixation with his personal life because she doesn't have one of her own." He said, voice mockingly sad. "Poor Miamia. I'm sure someone will take her. Eventually." Shuffling his papers, he bit back a smile and continued writing, tucking his hair behind his ear.

"As for Rumor, anyone who has to gossip to get attention is probably a little socially retarded. Once the shock died, Moe realised he felt sorry for her. It. It must be sad being so desperate to get noticed." He sighed, batting his lashes, then writing a little more of Puck's lines, letting out a sweet little giggle. "Moe feels honoured someone feels threatened enough by him to try and spread silly little lies." And with that, the brunette fell silent, writing down things in his overly loopy, frilly handwriting, practically blanking Mia out.

[Mia Keystone]

”I assumed that was part of your preferred foreplay,” Mia said glibly, and while she was not really used to smiling sweetly and cooing, she did know how to make pleasant sound completely insincere. ”That, or tentacle monsters,” because for gods sake it was like he wanted to come off as pretty much every uke from henti ever. EVER! In fact.... if she squinted, he kinda looked like the kid from Okane ga nai, which would make Vincent... Ew. Mia’s face screwed up with disgust as that mental image was thrown at her. No thank you. Vincent would never star in her mental porn thanks very much.

Too easy... But Mia didn’t want this task to be easy. ”You fucked up. Fix it. That’s Oberon’s speech done,” she snorted, ”we’re supposed to write it together, Moemoe. Don’t get all PMSy on me.” Besides it would take her moments to find it online and rearrange it enough that it wouldn’t get flagged as plagiarism. That was no fun, was it?

Her eyes met his firmly, her own eyebrow arched. A stare down? Really? She smirked as she took in his whitened knuckles and the set of his jaw. Soft spot then. His own retort slid off like water from a duck’s back. The technopath had a fixation with everybody’s private lives, and her own was plenty hectic enough. It just involved more illegal activity then most. ”Oh Moe-chan,” she gushed, ”do you really think so? Someone can sweep me off my feet and let me bake strawberry shortcake for them until I start popping out kids if I wait long enough and dye my hair blonde and act pathetically?” With a snort, she pushed her hair over her ears and chewed on her lip rings as she ran her eyes over the words coming up on her screen.

OBERON
What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true.

What have you done? You’ve fucked up and love poisoned
a couple that was already happy!
Thanks to you, you idiot, a happy couple’s split and
we’ll have to fix that too.

Mia had added the profanities. It was supposed to be modern, right? Also, seeing Dalton’s face when she added curse words to his beloved Bard would be nothing short of hilarious.

God, did Moe actually eat sugar and flowers for breakfast? She was getting a toothache just listening to him simper. But still, the ever curious technopath’s eyebrows rose and she glanced at the fairy boy/girl with skeptical eyes. ”Oh hun, so you’re not really here?” she asked, then gave a chuckle of her own. ”Wait, you mean the thing about Vince, right? Yeah, of course. As if he’d ever want to have sex in the months you were away. Perish the thought, I’m sure his chastity belt was fixed firmly in place.”

[Misato Hazukashi]

"Without the spikes." Misato replied coyly, scribbling down a few notes, then leaning back in his chair. "And thanks for the idea, Moe'll keep that one saved in the memory banks." He tossed his hair and twisted the pen between his fingers, adding another hasty note to the others. Moe had no inspiration for his particular mannerisms - aside from the kogals and other teen idol girls in Japan - but he did note that in a few of his more private comics he had some slight resemblances to certain characters. "Does Mia-chan like the tentacle hentai movies?" He added sweetly, lifting a shoulder and peering over it.

Rubbing his nose slowly, the brunette gave a slightly quirked eyebrow to Mia. "You mean after all this fuss all you really wanted was to spend time with Moe?" He cooed, shifting his chair closer and putting a hand on Mia's arm. "Moe understands. We can take as loooong as we want." His voice lilted, turning to Puck's part of the speech.

PUCK
Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Moe stared at the words for a time, before simply writing:

Too bad, those are the rules of fate.
For every loved up man, there are another two alone and single

He assessed the words next to Mia's and let out a small sigh of relief. It seemed to work. But it could do with a little polishing. Despite not wanting to work much with Mia at all, little less ask for her help, he looked up passively. "Suggestions?" He asked simply, pushing the paper forward.

Of course, then Mia brought up Vincent again and the brunette's eyes narrowed, standing up in his chair, ignoring the calls from the teacher. "Will you shut up about Vincent Fucking Verax?" He snarled, leaning over the notebook with his eyes blazing. "If you're so interested in his sexual habits, why don't you screw him." Hissing and shaking slightly, Moe sat down again, taking a few deep breaths. Everyone was now staring at him, but he didn't care. He felt anger bubbling in every fiber of his body, heart hammering.

[Mia Keystone]

”Mia-chan loves them,” Mia deadpanned, ”Now all I need to do is grow a few more entry points, and I’d be set with an octopus. I’m sure they’re less needy anyway.” God, now he was stuck in her head as Ayasan, and she would never be able to read it again. The coyness that Moe seemed determined to portray at all times made her feel like there was something sticky and sweet creeping over her hands; how could he be bothered spending so much time putting it all on? Because no, there was no way people could want to be like this naturally. Who in their right mind would find this attractive?

LaRousse and Varax. Case in point.

”Careful,” Mia said with a slight smirk, ”my allergies might get the better of me if you touch me again. Would hate to barf on your expensive dress, Moemoe” Carefully she extracted the jewel clawed hand from her arm, her hands still in her white mittens. Perhaps the glue from his fake nails was getting to his brain; it was not a good idea to touch the ever antisocial Mia if she did not know/like you.

Glancing at his translation Mia frowned slightly, then shrugged. ”One in two from one in a million? Needs to be, ah,” she shrugged, ”bigger. Or less likely. Whatever.”

OBERON
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.

Well that was pretty straight forward. Again, Mia glanced at the writing and the words started to appear on her screen, occasionally deleting and rewriting as she changed her mind.

Go now, quickly, and find Helena from Athens.
She’s sick with love.
Bringer her here with your pixie magic [Mia’s smirk grew wider]
and I’ll fix your mess, and get this guy to fall for her.

Seemed suitable enough. With a glance she added Misato’s part, wondering why people didn’t just do Shakespeare in modern english all the time. This made a hell of a lot more sense then all the doth and thous he seemed to love scattering in there.

And finally, the cupcake made human snapped. Watching his outburst with obvious amusement, Mia shook her head. ”No thanks, even poor love deprived me has some standards,” she smirked, rubbing her mittens together and propping her chin on her hands. It wasn’t hard to match Misato’s stare, but it was harder for her not to scoff too loudly (the teacher was watching). People were way too easy to provoke.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe smiled sweetly at Mia's comment, partly because he felt there was nothing more he could add to the conversation, and partly because he was envisioning Mia being pulled limb from limb by an angry giant octopus. It cheered him enough to continue tweaking and changing Shakespeare's words, even adding a little hum to the mix. The comment about barfing also rolled off the brunette's back, mostly because for every little insult, another of ImaginaryMia's body parts came off, and that helped.

PUCK
I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Even Moe's slightly looser grasp of the english language failed to struggle with that one, his pen poised as he jotted down his translation.

I'm going now, okay?
Faster than a fat kid after pizza.

He snerked a little at that, then leant back once more, eying Mia's words and rolling his eyes ever so slightly. She just had to add pixie into the mix, didn't she?

Of course, following his little outburst, the last thing he needed was Mia to provoke him further. It was almost audible - the sound of the Japanese boy exploding with rage, fist slamming down close to Mia's notebook, leaning over the table till they were almost face to face. "You're lucky I don't hit girls." He spat, venom dripping from every syllable. "Though to be honest if I squint you just look like an ugly man." The boy rose, thrusting his pens back into his back, swinging the pink coloured bag dangerously close to the girl's head, shoving chairs and tables out of his way.

It didn't surprise him that the teacher asked him what was going on, and could he sit down please.

Moe paused at the door, hand on the handle.

"If you think I'm spending another second in the room with that bitch, you have another thing coming." The brunette growled, throwing open the door and taking a step out of it, glancing back at Mia. "She's used to being alone, she can do it herself." And with that, a miniature hurricane blew out of the classroom, slamming the door and shrieking with fury, tearing things off the walls and kicking everything in sight.

Don't take it personally, Mia. You were just the straw that broke the camel's back.

[Mia Keystone]

If there was a list of people at Hammel who Mia found laughably unintimidating, Mitsou would be high on it. The dark headed girl lent forward, eyebrows raised. He even smelt sickeningly sweet, like strawberry bubblegum or something. ”You could try,” she said flatly, the humor now absent from her voice. ”But I’d hit back harder.”

Come on, give me an excuse.

It wasn’t even Moe that Mia wanted to hit. It was everything; Emiko, Zac, even Jonah for not talking to her, Chase for scaring Ginny, James for lying to her and to Ginny about what was going on... The angry technopath wanted to punch Hammel in its collective face and right now, the Japanese boy was doing a good job at standing in.

The remark about her looking like a man, coming from him, did make her smirk but it was an ugly one. ”I’m one hundred percent woman,” she said, chin out in a challenge. ”Least I can pick a gender.” It was a low blow, but Moe was not the only one who had a lot on his little china plate.

Still, she was slightly surprised he was actually going to leave class. ”I aint doing his work,” she said honestly when their teacher looked at her. ”Not my problem if he needs to go paint his nails or something more important.” With dispassionate eyes, she watched the door slam and heard shrill squeals of anger in the hall. Idly, her hand hovered over her computer and she picked up the signals to the laptop in Misato’s bag, the Kindle there, a DS...

With a thought, she filled the Kindle and laptop up with as much hard tentacle porn as she could find in a minute, happily replacing all his images. Maybe he’d develop a taste for it too.

Mia took everything personally, after all.