Why am I Blue?!
{Karma's point of view}
When Karma found out that Asano had not only salted my strawberry milk, effectively ruining it, but he even bought of every single strawberry milk around, Karma wanted to march to that bastards office and shove wasabi up his nose. After his call to Asano, he decided that he would have to take revenge. He couldn't let Asano get away feeling all smug and cool. He thought for a moment, before he broke out into an evil grin. He knew just what to do.
"Karma Akabane!" The scream rang through the penthouse suite. Asano stormed into the living room, dressed in only a pair of shorts. "What the hell did you do?"
"What do you mean? I think blue is a good look on you." Karma had filled Asano's shampoo and body soap with blue hair dye. True, the hair dye was for hair, but it wouldn't harm Asano's skin. He looked like some blue alien, though. Karma couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
"Do you think this is funny?" Asano snarled. "How am I supposed to go to work looking like this?"
"Oh, stop being so dramatic, Ace-kun." Karma knew that Asano hated that nickname, which was why he loved to call Asano by it.
"How long is this color going to last?"
"6 months."
"6 months? You-" Karma turned just in time to see Asano leaping at him. He twirled away, avoiding Asano's attempt to strangle him to death.
"Come on now, Ace-kun," Karma drawled. "You could work from home for half the year, or go to your office looking like a blue alien."
Asano tried to strangle Karma again, but Karma dodged. Asano glared at him, walking back to the bathroom. "I will make you pay."
"I count on it, Ace-kun." Karma would never admit it, but the challenge, the rivalry between the two of them was exciting and electrifying, just like it was ever since they were in junior high school.
Karma settled on the couch, waiting. Asano would be washing up soon enough, which meant he would be using all of his fancy facial products.
A few minutes later, another scream came from the bathroom. "Karma Akabane, why the hell does my mouthwash taste like wasabi?!"
Karma woke up the next morning, still feeling happy from the fact that he successfully pulled off two pranks on Asano. Asano had guzzled down the milk in the fridge, then started letting out a string of colorful words directed at Karma. Karma grinned, remembering the look on Asano's face when he had told him that the dye would last for half a year. It was so fun to get under Asano's skin, and he wondered how Asano would manage to stay blue for six whole months. He washed up and decided to go buy himself a carton of strawberry milk. Karma slipped into his car and drove to one of the nearby convenience stores. When he arrived, he couldn't find any strawberry milk cartons. Karma frowned slightly. Did Asano buy everything again? He walked over to the cash register. "Sir, I noticed that the strawberry milk section was empty. Is there any left?"
The woman behind the cash register coughed slightly. "I'm sorry, sir, but we won't be selling that for a while."
"What? Why?" Karma was baffled. It was one of the most popular drinks in the store. Why would they stop selling it? "When will you start selling it again?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know that."
Karma left the store and rushed to another nearby store. There was no strawberry milk there, either. Karma drove to all the stores around, but everywhere, he got the same answer. Sorry, we won't be selling this product for a while.
What in the world was going on?