Failure is an Option

Today I'm on a mission. This mission involves everything I've every learned about anything. I have constructed a most elaborate scheme that just couldn't possibly fail. All of my traps were securely in place and ready to go. Now all I had to do was wait for him to approach.

I laid tightly against the wall of the intersecting hallway. If this plan worked, maybe I could show that I'm actually worth something. I peeked my head around the corner, my stringy brown hair swaying down into my field of vision. I blew it out the way just in time to catch my target casually coming up the hallway. He seemed as normal as he usually did, completely oblivious to the dreadful fate that awaited him.

I watched this tall handsome guy saunter over to the dorm room door. As soon as his hand tapped the door knob, traps began spontaneously flying at him from every direction. Nets were collapsing from the ceiling, the floor became submerged in hot glue, and ropes and other materials for binding all came at him at once. I clinched my teeth with excitement. I had him this time.

I watched as he slipped on the floor, landing in the hot glue and its steaming awesomeness. He screamed in a loud voice, "Yuki! Where the hell are you! I know this was your doing!" I emerged from my hiding spot practically jumping for joy. I stood there before him and gloated in my marvelous success. "Ha, Zero! I've got you this time!" His face was bewildered. It was quite a sight really. I just laughed and laughed. "And you said I didn't have what it takes to capture you!" Zero looked at me like I was stupid, which I guess to an extent I kinda was. And then a voice scampered into my eardrums from behind me.

My heart skipped a beat. I probably looked like a blooming idiot. I turned around, feeling somewhat like a failure, and looked into the narrow lavender eyes that I glared at every day.

"Uh... Yuki…what are you doing to Ichiru?"