AN: I think I made it.
Sorry for the long wait and...I'll probably rant it out in my replies later. Yeah, unfortunately, I cannot reply to the awesome previous comments now
since it will take me a lot of time to reply.
But like in the past, I'll bump this thread again for the replies. Even though I hate bumping my own thread without updates. Oh well. that is life.
Sorry guys. This chap sucks!
No seriously, it does. I think I said this in the past but, I am losing my motivation to write lately.
So, lower your expectations.
Actually you guys should always lower them if it's me writing. Seriously.
Will edit this too in awhile. Not liking it one bit. Plus I haven't really checked it thoroughly.
Yeah, I am a lazy author.
Anyway, be warned of the crappiness and as usual...
This is fiction. If I ever offend someone, please feel free to tell me. 
With that, read ahead. And again, expectations = zero.
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yanouchi and
crazywota for the poster
Chapter 19: It’s all in the lips Part 2“Let’s see…” Creepy trailed as she tilted her head to the side slightly, her eyes up as she began to think. “Well, compared to working in a bar, working in a café can be pretty…unexciting. Mind-boggling boring even.” She said the last bit with a nod before picking up her cup of coffee and taking a sip of it.
Snorlax, who was sitting beside her, let out a heavy sigh, propping her elbow on the table and rests her chin in her hand. “Well I’d rather have that than what we’re constantly dealing here. Dead drunks everywhere.”
“We do have our dead moments too you know.” Creepy says as she placed her cup down the table. Glancing at Snorlax, she grinned as she says, “Though, not as hardcore as you guys have, apparently,” amusement visible in her eyes.
“I’m guessing that dead moments of yours is because of the lack of customers, much like our problem is.” The Sexytary deduced, tapping the tip of her pen lightly on her lips as she glanced at Creepy.
Creepy gave a nonchalant shrug as she replied. “Well, yeah. The location of that café isn’t… good if you ask me.”
“Well that’s an understatement since Starbucks is just across from you guys.” Snorlax mumbled, seemingly bored as she looked at the side.
“Oh, I see.” The Sexytary nodded her head in understanding.
“It’s not just that you know.” Creepy turned to Snorlax, a smug smile across her face. “As a Marketing student, I say it’s more than us being across Starbucks that’s the problem here.”
“Oh really? Enlighten us then.” Snorlax grumbled.
Accepting the challenge, Creepy nodded her head as she sat up straight keeping the smug smile on her face. “Do you know the 7Ps of Marketing?” She asks as she pointed at Snorlax, forming her finger like a gun.
Snorlax frowned at her, looking mildly annoyed at her enthusiastic roommate who obviously wanted to impart her new found knowledge on the Pokemon. Ignoring the unresponsiveness of her roommate, Creepy opened her mouth to answer her own question and divulge her wisdom to Snorlax when the Sexytary unsurprisingly beat her to it, mumbling mindlessly, “Product, Place, Price, Promotion, People, Process and Physical Environment,” as she began writing on her little notebook.
Snorlax and Creepy turned to look at her, surprised. Noticing the stares that were aimed at her, the Sexytary turned to the two, her eyes wide in wonderment behind her glasses.
“Oh, did I…say that out loud?” She asks in embarrassment, giving the two an awkward smile.
“H-how did you…?” Creepy trailed off, frowning slightly. It was only then that Snorlax remembered as to why the Sexytary know the 7Ps.
“Oh yeah. You took up Marketing too didn’t you, Yuki?”
Creepy turned to Snorlax then back to the Sexytary. “You…did?” She blahed as she blinked a few times.
“Uh, y-yeah.” The Sexytary blahed back, still wearing an awkward smile. “I took up Marketing back then as well.”
“Suge~!” A loud excited blah from Creepy as she wore a bright smile. “We have something in blahness blah blah and yadas then.”
“Blah blahs and blah plus yada.” Sexytary.
“Blahhhhh!” Creepy.
“Yada yada?” Snorlax.
There’s just a lot of blahness and yadas really. Caveman talk. Obviously that’s just how much I’m willing to listen to them blabbering amongst themselves back and forth about useless, trivial things. Listening to them is seriously just a waste of time. Oh don’t give me that disapproving look. They should really be thankful I could hold on to their conversation for that long regardless of the fact that I found it extremely boring. Hmm? You don’t you think they should be thankful? I’m the biggest seashore you know? Meh, whatever. Let me go back to not caring right now. Psh. Really now.
I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the chair, slouching a bit. A small frown crosses my face, the corner of my lips tugged downwards as I stare at the three crazies yammering about whatever back and forth. Moments later, a movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I glanced at the person beside me, watching her lower the washcloth with ice and placing it on the table. Her hand made its way to the top of her head, softly caressing her slightly wet hair, a look of concentration across her face. She too has been quiet the whole time. Wonder what's up with that. Hmmm. But then, now that I think about it, it is sort of normal for her to be quiet in a Betty sort of way. But, I guess it won't hurt to ask if she's okay, given what happened earlier.
Curiously, I subtly leaned closer to her, glanced at the three crazies—who seemed to be preoccupied with the talking, thank God—and then looked back at her, whispering, “You okay?”
She looked back at me, blinking a couple of times then offered me a soft smile. “I’m fine.” She whispered back as she nodded her head.
I glanced back at the crazies then back at her, the corner of my lips slightly quirked up as I gave her an apologetic smile, remembering what happened a little while ago. “Sorry about what I said earlier.” I tell her, still keeping my voice down. “I guess…I wasn’t thinking when I just suddenly blurted that out.” Obviously I wasn’t thinking of how it’ll affect her, that’s for sure. I guess I somehow forgot how easily she blushes.
Hmmm…
She glanced cautiously to the blabbering crazies for a second and then looked back at me, shaking her head a little. “I-It’s okay. I just…” She trailed off softly, her eyes making its way to the armrest of the chair. She bit her lower lip momentarily, looking like she’s searching for the right words to say. Seeing that, it somehow makes me wonder why she has to carefully think of the words to say. I mean, c’mon. If she says that she blushed too much because of the images that flashed inside her head of us making out, I’d be okay with that. I’d be so okay with that because I’d be relieved to know that maybe…
…I’m not the only one who’s having such thoughts, you know.
The I-think-I-want-to-kiss-you kind of thoughts I mean.
She let out a soft sigh. “Wh-what you said just…took me by surprise. So…I can’t help but blush when I heard it.” She replied softly, eyes still away from me. I stared at her for a moment, pushing back the slight disappointment I feel at her answer. I guess…I shouldn’t have expected her to say something differently. Maybe it is just me who has the PV. But then again, she is blushing quite a bit right now. Hmm. Now that I think about it…
“You know, you should really try to control that.” I tell her. Slowly, her eyes made its way back to mine; a small frown knitted her brows together as she looks at me confusedly. Amused, I answered her silent question as I pointed out, “I meant you blushing too much. You should definitely control that for the sake of your health, you know,” with an amused smile across my lips.
Her lower lip jutted out slightly as she pouts adorably, still wearing the small frown on her forehead. “You know I can’t help it.”
“Why can’t you?” I raised my eyebrow. She looked at me for a moment, looking like she's hesitating a bit. That is, until she let out a soft sigh.
“B-because of you.” She admitted simply a moment later before looking away, blushing once again. Because of…
“Me…?” she is blaming her blushing on me? Huh.
She nodded her head. “I meant what I said e-earlier. About you m-making me feel warm.” She let out another soft sigh before she shyly looked back at me. Feelings of hesitancy and fear were noticeable in her eyes. But despite that, her eyes still carry that familiar warmth and gentleness inside them whenever she looks at me.
“Wh-when you’re near me, when you look at me, every single time I…I think of you…just everything about you makes me feel warm inside. A-and…I can’t help but blush at that.” She looks at me adoringly as she smiles softly.
“You’re the only reason I-I’m blushing so much, Shinoda-san.” Was her breathy, heartfelt confession that left me...speechless, unmoving and feeling flushed with my lips slightly agape and my heart beating a mile a minute. I continue to stare at her, mesmerized, my mind completely blank as I was unable to find the right words to say something back to her while she looks at me expectantly, tilting her head slightly as if waiting for my response.
Or maybe I could do…something like lean a little closer and…maybe…close the gap between us...?
“Sh-Shinoda-san? Are you—itai!” She let out, wincing in pain before she frowned confusedly at me.
Why did she flinch, you ask?
Well I’m pretty sure anyone who just had their cheeks pinched would react the same way, don’t you think?
“Wh-why are y-you…?” She stammered as her eyes glances between my hand—that’s still holding her cheek between my thumb and forefinger—then back at me.
“You were blushing too much again.” I tell her simply with a grin. Slowly, I retract my hand away from her, my thumb gently brushing against her warm, soft, smooth skin. I kept the forced grin on my face as I looked away from her, hiding the fact that a part of me actually wanted to keep my hand on her and…ugh. The Goddamn PVs probably acting up again.
Fucking Goddamn virus.
“Mean.” She moaned softly causing me to look back at her. She was pouting with a frown on her face as her fingers caresses the place where I pinched her while she glances at me.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looks like a petulant child. All thoughts about the PV suddenly flew out of my mind at the sight of her. “I just wanted to help you with your blushing problem before you combust.” I tell her playfully.
She averted her gaze as she mumbled quietly, “I imagined a different r-response from y-you though,” that I almost didn’t catch it. But I did hear it. I wanted to ask her what response did she have in mind, but before I got the chance to ask her that, the familiar voice of Creepy suddenly bursts our little world, causing Haruna to jump slightly from her seat, startled.
“God, you two are killing me.” Creepy groaned out in frustration. “Just get married already!”
I let out a sigh and turned to her, not surprised to see three pair of eyes looking our way, observing us. Ugh. I should really fix my focus whenever I’m with Haruna. Yes, I’m going to blame her for this. I just…can’t focus on anything else when she’s with me. Ugh. Goddamn it.
“Do you mind?” I asked monotonously as I raised my eyebrow while my eyes dart between the three meddlesome crazies, ignoring the person beside me who’s probably blushing to death right now. Hmm, should I pinch her again?
The Sexytary raised her eyebrow back challengingly, a teasing smile across her lips. “Shouldn’t we be the one to say that? I mean, the PDA is just—”
“—so fluffy I could die from barfing rainbows." Snorlax piped in with a nod as she took a bite out of the muffin the Sexytary bought earlier. I glared annoyingly at the three which brought about a grin on Snorlax and the Sexytary’s faces. Tch.
“That was not PDA.” I tell them, crossing my arms over my chest. As far as I know, talking to your girlfriend isn't considered as PDA.
...Does it?
"I think you need to brush up your understanding on the concept of PDA." The Sexytary stood up from her chair, giving me a playful smile. "I'm pretty sure being overly sweet to each other in front of an audience is what makes the PDA...THE PDA." She says before letting out a soft chuckle. The other two, from across the table, nodded their head in agreement, a smug smile across their faces. I couldn't help but purse my lips tight, scowling, completely and utterly unamused at them ganging up on me.
ME.
...Hey wait a minute. I shouldn't be the only one receiving this kind of treatment. It takes two to dance lamely you know.
I glanced at the person beside me and immediately let out a soft sigh, my eyes narrowed as I look at her disapprovingly. Why the disapproving look, you ask? Well, let me sum it up for you in three words then.
Face. Blushing. Ice on top of her head.
That's eight words, you say?
I know that smartass. I'm actually giving you freebies here. Talk about being ungrateful. Really now.
Haruna gave me an apologetic smile, shrugging slightly as a lovely blush covers her cheeks, the washcloth with ice was once again on top of her head. Geez Haruna. Get a hold of yourself, you...crazy-blushing-cute-girlfriend you. And yes, I just said she's cute. Fucking deal with it and stop grinning. Geez.
Shaking my head, I turned back towards the crazies. Snorlax and Creepy were watching the Sexytary—who is currently heading towards the front door—as she fishes something out of her pocket.
"Are you leaving?" I asked, frowning slightly feeling confused at the sudden turn of events. I mean, I thought we were going to have a
BIG meeting? Yeah, it’s capitalized and bold since the Sexytary said it was pretty important.
As she stood in front of the front door, she pulled out her phone and turned towards us, holding up her phone for us to see while she smiles teasingly at me. "If you were not too busy PDA-ing a little while ago—"
My eyebrow twitched at that which caused her teasing smile to widen.
"—you would've heard me saying that I am going outside for a bit to try and call the Manager." She explained before turning back towards the door and taking hold of its doorknob.
Before she could pull the door open, the person beside me suddenly spoke up, asking her, "B-but it's c-cold outside Kashiwagi-san. W-Why not just c-call from here?" with concern in her voice despite the stuttering. I glanced at her through the corner of my eye, the corner of my lips tugging up a little bit as she looked silly what with the washcloth on top of her head. But yeah, despite the how ridiculous she looks, she has a point. Yeah, obviously her goody-goody-nun-like sense must be tingling with worry for the Sexytary.
"She has a point." I shrugged nonchalantly before finishing the remains of my coffee. As I placed the empty cup back on the table, the Sexytary glanced at us smiling, her eyes had this…mischievous twinkle on them that made me roll my eyes. Okay, here comes another teasing heading our way. Greeaaat. Sarcasm right there people.
"I think I need to cool off for a bit since what I just witnessed a little while ago emitted a whole lot of heat from the obvious tension you two have."
Okay, goody-goody point for Haruna shattered into pieces and turns into an embarrassing, teasing point for her that would obviously make her blush again. How predictable. And again with the PDA thing. Ugh. And I was right. Haruna’s blushing furiously again with her eyes downcast to her lap while she bites her lower lip. Another ugh.
Anyway, after giving the Sexytary a murderous glare her way—which of course, made her grin while she held her hands up in surrender, silently telling me that she’d stop with the teasing already, thank God—she told us to try and call or message Crazy Psycho and ask where the hell she is. With a sigh, she then pulled open the door and walked out of the bar, leaving the four of us to stare at the closed door in silence for a few seconds. Yes, for only a few seconds because after that few seconds of silence, Creepy decided to continue the discussion about the PDA thing that, for the record, really isn't PDA. I mean, God we we are just talking! Geez.
"Please, don't mind us." Creepy urged with her creepy smile on. "Continue with the PDA-ing with the obvious tension if you must." Her eyebrows wiggled playfully causing me to roll my eyes at the absurdity of her suggestion. Yeah right you crazy-megaphonic-creep. Like hell I would. Psh. Really now.
"Coffee." I say flatly as I hit the empty cup lightly with my finger, trying to divert her attention to something else. "Give me another cup of coffee." I ordered.
That completely wiped out the smile on her face and with a look of indifference across of her face, she tells me, "I'm not your maid you know. Get it yourself."
"I didn't say anything about you being my maid." I pointed out as I raised my eyebrow. "I just want you to brew me a new one."
She made a face as she looked away, waving her hand in a brush off manner. "And again with the 'get it yourself.' Puh-lease."
Wow. Creepy showing an attitude. Who would've thought? I am seriously impressed. Is this perhaps because of my goody influence? Hmm. I hope so.
"I c-could...get you a new—" I cut off Haruna's goody attempt by placing my hand on her arm and giving her a look. Thankfully she got my hidden message as she gave me a hesitant nod before she nervously turned to look at Creepy who looked slightly miffed with her arms crossed over her chest. I glanced at Snorlax, not surprised to see her watching curiously as she devours yet another pastry, seemingly anticipating the battle that was happening at the moment. Removing my hand from Haruna's arm, I turned back to look at Creepy. Hmmm. Let's see if this whole bitchy attitude is for real then.
"You don't want to brew me a new one?"
"Did you hear me utter the word yes?" She challenged, raising her eyebrow. Okay, that’s a good jab. Now let’s see what she’d say if I…
"Is that a no for me saying your name as well?" I challenged back, leaning forward a bit, keeping my eyebrow raised. I wasn't the least surprised when her whole bitchy demeanor changed as she turned towards me wearing a genuine, beaming smile.
"Want me to put milk on your coffee?" She offered as she stood up with so much vigor and took my empty cup, placing it on the empty tray near her. Figures.
"Do whatever. Just get to it." I sighed as I shook my head. Well that was disappointingly easy. Knew it. The bitchy attitude was all for show. Kinda like Crazy Psycho's bitchy act. Those two definitely share a lot of common lame ass qualities. So much for being impressed then. Tch.
"I can't believe you folded that easily." Snorlax says disappointingly at Creepy as she shook her head.
"Hey! Don't blame me if I wanted to hear the Prince call me out in my real name to feel that magical, warm, tingling feeling you and Miichan kept on gloating about." Creepy retorted as she glared at her roommate. I raised my eyebrow at Snorlax, silently questioning her sanity upon hearing that. Magical, warm, tingling feeling? The hell? That actually sounds like a urinary tract infection for God's sakes.
Rolling her eyes, Snorlax ignores the look I'm giving her as she placed her empty cup on Creepy's tray, telling her to pour her a new one as well. After grumbling her slight annoyance, Creepy turned to Haruna as she let out a sigh, a small smile crosses her lips as she looks at the person beside me.
"What about you, Princess? Do you—oh." She let out, blinking a few times as she looked at Haruna's still full cup. "You don't like the coffee?" She asks as she tilted her head slightly, her eyebrow rose slightly in question. I turned to look at Haruna's cup then at the person as well, wondering the same thing.
She shook her head, wearing an apologetic smile. "I-I'm sorry. I just...I d-don't drink c-coffee." She says as she briefly glanced at me, probably gauging my reaction. I kept my face passive and expressionless as I looked away from her. Haruna...doesn't like coffee? Huh. Who would’ve known?
I know…I should.
"A coffee lover and a person who doesn’t drink coffee. What a pair." Snorlax says with a smirk.
"They do say opposite attract so...it's all good." Creepy said as she shrugged nonchalantly. "Want some warm milk instead, Princess?"
"Uhm...o-okay. Thank you." Was Haruna's soft reply before she went back to glancing at me. I can feel her eyes on the side of my face and somehow, even if I am not looking at her, I can tell that she's a bit worried about my state of indifference right now. Do I care that she doesn't like coffee, you ask? Honestly, no. I don't care if she likes coffee or not. I don’t care about that.
...What I do care is that I didn't know when I should've.
I know I said we have plenty of time to get to know each other but...I don't know. I guess it just...it just got to me. I mean, it's fucked up that I call her my girlfriend, yet I know nothing about her. It isn't supposed to be like that, right? Being in a relationship isn’t supposed to be like that. So yeah, somehow that thought disturbs me a bit.
"I guess I can just heat this up again and give it to your coffee, loving girlfriend." Creepy tells Haruna before turning to me, asking, "That okay with you, Prince?"
"Yeah, whatever." I tell her boredly as I slouched on my chair, ignoring how Haruna's eye continues to bore holes on the side of my face. Creepy and Snorlax shared a look then simultaneously shrugged right in front of me, while I am looking at them. I narrowed my eyes at that, my lips pursed tight. Rude much? God I hate it when people do that, you know.
After promising to return in a few minutes with our orders and giving me this excited look, that I am guessing is because she THINKS I am going to say her name—yeah yeah I am a big meanie, deal with it—she heads towards the kitchen, smiling widely. Seeing her skipping as she walks somehow makes me want to say that I'm not going to say her real name when she gets back. But then, it is kinda tempting to see her disappointed face. It's been a while since I've seen it so...yeah I am going to go with the latter rather than the former. For humor's sake.
You'd rather call it meanie, seashoric sake rather than humor's sake?
...You know, sometimes I question your sanity as well. No, scratch that 'sometimes' and make it all the time. Seriously. Maybe someone should check that head of yours too. Hey, I am just saying, you know.
A soft, warm hand on my arm suddenly brought me back from my musings and well...it really doesn't take a genius to know who it is, especially when she is the only one seated beside me. Relenting, I finally turned to look at her, finding her pleading eyes on me.
"Can we talk, Sh-Shinoda-san?" She squeezed my arm softly as she asked. I hate that worried look she has on, so I conceded with a soft sigh. Plus, I really am being a bit stupid about this tiny insecurity I have. Knowing her, she'd probably think I am being stupid too. Well, maybe she won't say it out loud, you know. I meant me being stupid. Yeah, she's probably not the type to think negative thoughts to anyone what with her being a Saint and all. I think that’s under the 10 orders of that bearded guy with the stone placard or something. Yeah, I suck at theology, deal with it.
Letting out a soft sigh, I turned to Snorlax who again reached for a muffin, pulling it out of the opened box in front of her.
"Hey, you." I called out.
She stopped midway and looked at me incredulously. "I do have a name you know. I’m pretty sure you know what my name is."
“Right, your name.” I drawled as I nod my head. Remembering what was said earlier, I pointed out, “I don’t want you to suffer UTI, which, oddly enough, from what I heard earlier, can be caused by me saying your real name. Is that right?” That magical, warm, tingling feeling they came up with definitely sounds like a urinary tract infection.
She rolled her eyes before taking a bite out of the muffin in her hand. “For the record, Miichan was the one who told Sae about that Magical…uh…warmness feeling.” She made a face as she looks at the muffin in her hand. Shaking her head, she turns to me and shrugged, grinning slightly. “She says it’s for Sae’s motivation sake so she would relentlessly ask you to say her name. It works, so…I just went along with it.”
That does sound like what Crazy Psycho would say or do. But then again…
“Recorded. Heard. Understood. So happy for you.” I sarcastically said, giving her a forced smile that, of course, ended after a few seconds. With my face in its indifferent state again, I tell her frankly and monotonously, “Now, get out,” causing her to raise her eyebrow defiantly as she rests her chin in the palm of her hand with a grin still plastered on her lips.
“You know, if you say it nicely, I might reconsider.”
Before I can retort back and probably insult the living daylights out of her—yes, that’s an exaggeration, but I was still going to insult her, you know—her warm hand that was on my arm made its way to my wrist, squeezing it softly yet firmly which instantly caused me to stop my antagonistic ways as I quickly shut my mouth. Blinking a few times, I glanced at Haruna and found her looking at Snorlax, giving the Pokemon a shy, nervous smile.
“Uhm…A-Akimoto-san, if you don’t mind, c-can I have a f-few minutes alone with Shinoda-san?” She asks nicely. I watch curiously as she removes the washcloth off of her head with her free hand and placed it on the table. She then let out a soft sigh, her eyes slowly making its way on her lap again. It was only then I noticed that her hand on my wrist hadn’t eased up with the squeezing. I clenched my jaw tight as I felt a twinge of guilt inside me.
Why the sudden guilt attack, you ask?
Well, maybe I’m just imaging it or what, but it felt like she was trying to tell me something what with her holding my wrist firmly like that. It was like, she was silently asking me not to leave her. And for something trivial as not drinking coffee despite it being my favorite? It’s a stupid, silent request, really. And well…I won’t do that to her.
Never.
“I just…I want to t-talk to Shinoda-san privately…j-just for a few minutes…?” She added softly as her free hand pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
“Sure. I’ll give you all the time you want.” Snorlax says as she stood up, smiling at the person beside me who immediately looked up at her. “I’ll even try and distract Sae for a couple of minutes as well.”
“Th-thank you.” Was her reply to Snorlax while she hesitantly removes her hand on my wrist. I tried not to look bothered by it as I kept my indifferent stare at Snorlax.
“No problem.” Snorlax nodded. Her then Poke eyes turned to me, that annoying grin hers slowly making its appearance once again. “Now that’s what I call saying it nicely. You definitely need to learn a lot of things from her, Scrooge.” She tells me as she moved her eyebrows playfully. I just responded by giving her a look. She replied by chuckling and grabbing yet another pastry from the box of goodies for the nth time before heading towards the kitchen. Seriously, I’ve lost count of how many she consumed those since the moment the Sexytary placed them on the table, she immediately grabbed one and devoured the whole thing with just a blink of an eye. Okay yeah, the blink of an eye is just an exaggeration, but you get what I mean about the instant death of the muffins caused by Snorlax.
As soon as Snorlax was out of sight, I let out a soft sigh; my eyes trained at the surface of the table as a moment of silence engulf the two of us. Thinking that I should start this whole conversation and clear out the misunderstanding between me liking coffee and her not drinking it—which again, for the damn record; I DON’T CARE—I opened my mouth to start when she beats me to it.
“Does it bother you that I…that I don’t drink coffee…?” She asked softly. I glanced at her and found her head downcast, looking at her hands that were placed on her lap. I couldn’t help but frown slightly as I saw a look of apprehension on her face. Maybe I'm right on my assumption earlier about her silently telling me not to leave her. It’s a sickening thought, but…
…does she really think that I’m that type of person?
Shaking my head, I slouched at my seat and leaned my head back on the top rail of the chair, facing the crummy old ceiling of DAFUQ. “On the contrary to what people might’ve said about me, I’m not that shallow.” I admitted quietly, wondering if there are people who really said that behind my back.
Crazy Psycho?
Could be. She has a lot of screws loose, so yeah. She probably said that if I did something that angered her.
Smiles?
He’d probably tell it while laughing then he’ll recount some tale from our High School days to back it up.
Snorlax?
Probably in a half-truth kind of way.
Creepy?
She’d probably point it out in her high pitched voice, then will whine about how I hadn't once called her by her name yet.
The Sexytary?
She’d shake her head in a disappointed manner while she says it.
Fang?
In a heartbeat while she rolls her eyes.
The midget professor?
Uh, probably no. But she would say it directly at me, privately, while offering me coffee.
The Psychiatric Squirrel?
She’d probably wear that annoying know-it-all smile of hers, showing her dimples and point it out to Haruna, adding a few things that might help me with that problem.
All in all, yeah, they probably mentioned it to Haruna here once. Well, except for the midget one. I seriously don’t see her doing that. Anyway, that aside, I couldn’t blame Haruna if she believes them, really. Though, to be honest…
…it would hurt a lot if she did.
The feel of her hand over mine caused me to stop my pathetic pondering. Keeping my relaxed position, I slowly turned my head and found her looking fondly at me, wearing a smile. “On the c-contrary to what you think, no one ever said that y-you were.” She assures me, squeezing my hand softly. “And even if they did, I w-would never believe them because…I see y-you differently.”
“Do you really?” I ask as I cocked my eyebrow upward.
She nodded in reply, a look of sincerity on her face as she bit her lower lip. I watch her carefully as her smile widened and a faint blush appears across her cheeks the moment I turned my hand over to meet hers, clasping them together.
“Know what’s bothering me?” I asked as I squeezed her hand, loving the feeling of them against mine. She shook her head, her smile lessening a bit. A faint smile crosses my lips as I felt her gently caressing the back of my thumb with hers, as if urging me to continue, which, of course, I did.
“I only know little about you.” I confessed.
Her smile once again widened. “ Wh-what do you want to know a-about me?” She asks, curiously, expectantly with a hint of excitement in her voice. I paused for a moment, asking myself what it is that I want to know about her. But, that actually just took a second since it’s obvious what I want to know about her. I really don’t need to think hard for it. It’s obviously obvious, really.
What is it that I want to know about her, you ask?
“Everything.” I tell her softly with a smile as I kept my lazy position. “Your likes, dislikes, why you’re still living in the 90’s when we’re now in the double zeros?” I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at that last bit especially when she immediately pouted at that. Yeah yeah. Meanie of the year awardee here. Whatever. Not like it didn’t cross your mind as well. Psh.
“But yeah, just everything about you.” I shook my head as I sighed, my playful mood gone and was replaced by seriousness. “I really, REALLY want to know you fully, Haruna.” I tell her sincerely as I sat up, looking at her straight in the eye as I tried to show her how serious I am. “That is, if you let me.”
I wasn’t surprised when her face flushed deeply, her lips slightly agape as she stares at me as if in a daze. Remembering what I did to her earlier about her blushing problems, I moved my hand towards her and gently took hold her heated cheek between my thumb and forefinger, grinning slightly. My grin was short lived though, because before I could pinch her cheek, she surprised me by taking hold of my cheek as well, smiling adoringly.
Hmm?
She shook her head gently, keeping the lovely smile on her face. “I’m not the only one blushing this time.” She whispered to me. I sat there, dumbfounded. Once again, I couldn't come up with my usual witty response as she continues to look deeply into me. It was only then that I realized that she was right as I felt the sudden heat on my face. I am blushing.
So much.
Her thumb started moving, gently caressing my cheek, causing me to clench my jaw tighter than ever as I felt a sudden rush of I don’t know what that I can only assume would be the PV. Oh God. Not now you Goddamn PV.
“You can ask me anything you want, and I’ll answer it with all honesty.” She promised as her hold on my cheek loosened. I tried not to stiffen under her touch as her fingers lightly touched my cheek. “B-but you have to promise me one thing.” She whispered, causing me to swallow down the nervousness and anticipation that rushed inside me as I saw her glance at my lips then back at my eyes.
Is she going to…?
She let out a sad and nervous sigh as she shook her head and removed her hand from my cheek and slowly made its way back to my hand, taking hold of it once again. She squeezed my hand as she tells me her request, saying, “Please p-promise me that…you’d do the same? That you’d tell me everything…about you?”
And just like that, every feeling I had just suddenly vanished. With just one request, I suddenly felt empty--
Her hand tightened on mine as a slight frown crosses her face, showing me a look of dejection that made my heart twinge.
--and I hate how she can easily see it.
“Shinoda-san…I—“
Before she can say whatever it is that she wanted to say, a sudden noise from the kitchen rouses us from our thoughts. The sound of the back door opening and closing noisily, then suddenly—
“Huh? Who the—?!” Creepy shrieked.
“H-Hey! You can’t just barge inside there and—!” Snorlax bellowed but seemed to come out of the person’s ears, ignoring her as its heavy steps continues to head out of the kitchen. I quickly stood up as an unknown person walked briskly out of the open doorway carrying a briefcase. I glanced back at Haruna who stood up as well behind me, looking a bit alarmed and nervous as the unknown person rounds the bar and heads towards us. I stepped back closer to her, shielding her as I turned back to look at the stranger wearing a business suit and a hat.
Who the fuck is this—?
“Meeting! NAOW!” The person shouted deeply, gruffly even as it heavily dropped the briefcase that it was carrying on the table. I felt my shoulder slumped, mouth agape, my eyes widen in shock the moment she turned to look at me, showing her fucked up features. Her familiar Gachapin-like eyes underneath her rectangular framed glasses, silently telling me to be quiet, to go along with whatever fucked up thing she’s planning. And well, all I could say, while I face palm myself to Timbuktu is—
“You have got to be FUCKING kidding me here!”
TBC___________________________________________
Next Up: Part 3 with the meeting. Yes, there is a part three. I am sorry.
Talk to you guys later. :Laughing Out Loud:
ps. you know, I thought I saw crazywota make a comment here earlier when I changed the title. :Laughing Out Loud:___________________________________________
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