omg I never thought I would reach a second page
. This is amazing, thank you guys so much
. Anyways here is another Christmas one shot. I have been sitting on this one for the last three days because I keep writing rather angsty one shots, which you guys probably won't want to see until Christmas is over. I will try to dilute the angsty one shots with some happy one shots when I actually get around to posting them. Thank you guys for my early Christmas present of a second page
. Here is your early Christmas present, hope you guys enjoy.
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mistletoeI am going to kill her.
Very.
Very Very.
Slowly.
It will be glorious.
Why am I even thinking this? She doesn’t mean anything to me.
I watch Yuko chatting with some girl, touching the other girl’s hair, smiling, and laughing. All the things Yuko does to me. I squeeze my cellphone, ignoring the way it creaks, protesting against its abuse.
“Haruna-chan?” I turn to the voice, now distracted from my murderous thoughts.
“Yes?” I prompt as I find myself face to face with Atsuko, she looks at me worriedly.
“Are you alright? You look like you are going to kill someone.” I let out a hollow laugh, putting my hands behind my back so I can secretly continue to squeeze the living daylights out of my cellphone.
“Nope, nothing is wrong.” Oh how I want to kill Yuko right now, that no good perverted squirrel.
“Of course nothing is wrong, she is just jealous of that lady that Yuko is flirting with.” Mii-chan suddenly appears causing me and Atsuko to jump.
“Eh, when did you get here?” Mii-chan shrugs off the question.
“That is of no importance. You both are having lady problems.” Both Atsuko and I freeze, fake smiles plastered onto our faces, unable and unwilling to answer.
“Why do you think that?” Atsuko asked evenly her head tilting to the side as she smiles.
“Easy, you are usually always with Takamina, no matter what. If you are over here talking with Haruna for once, you are probably having problems with Takamina, besides just look at what Takamina is doing right now.” Mii-chan pointed over her shoulder, and curiously I looked. Takamina was standing in the corner giggling with some other girl, and gesturing wildly with a grin plastered on her face. Atsuko’s smile becomes just a tad bigger and there is a dangerous quality to it, apparently she is being just a tad jealous of the girl, who Takamina was interacting with. I turned my attention back to a smirking Mii-chan.
“So what? Why would I be having lady problems. I am not even with anyone.”
“Mmhm, really, true you aren’t in a relationship. But you are jealous aren’t you. Don’t deny that you are trying to kill your phone right now.” Mii-Chan smiled broadly as she knew that she was hitting home on all of those points.
“That doesn’t mean anything” I protested, slightly frusterated with the fact that Mii-chan is bothering me about this.
“Well, then this shouldn’t bother you. Look up.” Slowly I tilt my head up and there dangling off the ceiling in all of its dangerous green glory with fire truck red berries, mistletoe.
“So?” Asks Atsuko, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“So you two are under it.” Mii-chan points out this fact with a smirk. I can practically feel my heart stop. I am dead meat, Takamina is going to murder me.
“No! No way!” I protest loudly, frantically waving my hands in front of me as I back peddle.
“Aww come on, it’s tradition.” Mii-chan says as she latches onto my arm, pulling me in Atsuko’s direction.
“Noooooooo!” I can feel little drops of sweat beading across my forehead, as I imagine how Takamina is going to kill me, not to mention how many people are staring at this spectacle right now. I shut my eyes tightly; I really don’t want to die.
Then there is a loud frustrated exhale, and suddenly I find myself yanked down by my shirt collar, a soft pressure against my lips, no fireworks, no confusing feelings, no butterflies, just a pressure against my lips. As suddenly as it started, it is suddenly over, leaving me reeling slightly staring in shock at Atsuko, who wipes her mouth daintily with a handkerchief, completely blasé about the kiss. She regards me with a raised eyebrow before she turns to stare in Takamina’s direction.
My shocked stupor is broken by someone ramming into me, blubbering, arms clammed around my waist, and head pressed to my stomach. I can only make out the words, “noooo” and “evil kiss stealer”, as she bubbers loudly into my stomach, wetting my shirt with crocodile tears. I pat the squirrel’s head, slightly uncomfortable with the whole situation and I glance up at Atsuko to see how she is faring with Takamina.
Instead of having a loud conversation or argument, they are just staring at each other, reading each other’s minds. As expected of the ace and the captain. They have such strong chemistry together. Hopefully Atsuko is mind talking Takamina out of skinning me.
I turn my attention back to the squirrel, who has quieted down to only soft grumbles of jealousy, pouts, and watery eyes. I feel like something is fluttering around in my stomach as her arms clutch me tighter, a sense of peace washes over me, and I can feel the corners of my mouth turn up into a smile as I unconsciously switch from pats to caressing her hair.
Yuko perks up a bit, sensing some sort of shift in the air around us, her childishness disappears, and a tender loving expression graces her features. Her grip around my waist loosens as she stands up, and then tightens pressing me closer to her body. Her head fits in comfortably under my chin, and my arms naturally loop around her shoulders to hug her close, head nuzzled into her hair.
So safe, so comfortable, I feel like I don’t know where I else I would rather be. I feel like I belong in her arms. Why? This is confusing. I don’t know why and I don’t know what to do.
Just then her grip on me loosens, and she moves backwards, eyes finding mine. A hand creeps up to cup my cheek, and she runs her thumb soothingly along my cheek. I can feel my face flush at her attention, and a smile spreads across her face. She stretches up, and I can’t find it in myself to try to escape or even protest.
“Love you, Merry Christmas” Then her lips are pressed to mine. Heat seems to spread throughout my body, fireworks, butterflies, the whole nine yards. My hand unconsciously moves to tangle in her hair and prolong the kiss.
Maybe, just maybe I will give whatever this is a chance. Whatever feelings I have for her confuse me so much, but it is something special that I don’t think I want to give up, ever.
‘Merry Christmas, Yuko’
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