The Days When Yuuko Just isn't Normal

I don't own holic. An intended collection of short one-shots of Yuuko and her crack-ish self.

Chapter 1: Yuuko and Computers (First part)

"Watanuki?" A certain witch called out to her part-time worker. She propped her chin on a hand and waited lazily for him to answer.

"Yes, Yuuko-san?" Watanuki continued dusting, but swivelled his head a bit to have a clear view on his mistress to reply. Oddly, she didn't seem drunk. Or high. He didn't recall the weather forecasting news saying that there would be a blizzard today, but just in case, he might as well start preparing.

"I need your advice."

Sigh. "Go ahead, Yuuko-san. Though don't ask me about the lack of customers; I don't know how to revive a business in slump. Maybe they know better than to entrust their wishes to a drunken witch."

WHACKWHACKWHACK

"Now, which sounds better: Eki-kyabeGurl007 or Time-SpacePirate?"

Watanuki almost dropped his duster. "I'm sorry, what?"

"My online nick-name. Everyone has one these days."

"...You're just insane, Yuuko-san. What happened to the one you used when meeting the laptop lady?" At least that's normal.

"But this is this, and that is that. Besides, youngsters these days always use nicknames like that. I think it's cute."

"It's definitely not cute at all! Besides, 007? Sheesh, that's something from the past generation."

Yuuko's eyes took a dangerous look. "Are you implying... that I'm old?"

"You are."

WHACKWHACKWHACKRUBBERDUCKYWHACK

"Ah, but," Yuuko sighed fondly, "I always preferred Power Rangers. I remember the days when that smug jerk and I would go to conventions about masked riders and cosplay as them. I always ended up as Red. Fun days..."

Cluck. The sound of a duster hitting the floor.

"Oh. My. God. What in hell did you drink/inhale/eat/inject today, Yuuko-san?!"

"Mushrooms."

Darn the rainy season and damp closets.