Post by mayaboo on Jul 12, 2012 0:17:05 GMT -5
 [style=border-top:5px solid #5165ae; margin-top: 0; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma;][STYLE=font:10px arial; font-weight: bold;]characters: shuuichi & toshiko notes: whoo, old fanfic #1 going up...[/style] It always started out like this. Some pointless argument that went on forever and ever. There was always an end, but Shuuichi felt as if these disagreements were everlasting. Infinite. When it came to the girl standing in front of him, they practically were. She came up with the most useless points that even joining the debate team wouldn’t help her. They had nothing to offer her, that was how small her brain was. Nothing could fit into Yuzuru Toshiko’s brain to possibly expand her knowledge and horizons. But that didn’t change the fact that she would argue, make up excuses, and try to offend people—specifically him! Oh, no, the fact that she didn’t even realize how lacking in the art of debate she was didn’t matter on bit! He was a green-haired Nakamura, and that meant he was evil. His convincing didn’t matter, either, because she was so biased against green hair that her opinions could not be swayed. So what was he doing in her company? Trying to change her mind, as always. Trying to prove her wrong. He wanted to prove how awesome he was. That he was amazing. Because not only was she biased, she was sexist, as well. But not all guys were bad. Nakamura Shuuichi was definitely not bad. Sure, he used people for his own benefits every now and again—but he hadn’t used Toshiko. So why should she hate him so much? He just didn’t see the logic in it. In fact, he didn’t see the logic behind her hate at all—her hate for all men, for all Nakamuras and green hair. Except Momoko. Momo was always an exception. But that was just being a hypocrite. Was that word even in Toshiko’s vocabulary? “Are you listening to me?!” A sudden burst of a very red-hot angry voice pushed Shuuichi away from his thoughts, and he glanced down at the girl comfortably sitting on the park bench. “Pfft!” Her lips puckered every so slightly when she made this sound, and Shuuichi had to force himself not to smile in amusement. He wanted to make some sort of joke along the lines of her looking like a duck. “Of course you aren’t listening! Ha! That’s to be expected from the likes of you.” “The likes of me? Really?” Shuuichi was unamused by her statement. Not that he hadn’t heard it before. She often referred to him as if he were some species from another world. Like an alien, or something. In fact, he was sure that idea had surely crossed her mind once or twice. “I’ve been paying for everything you’ve wanted today. The least you can do is show some respect. Or do you lack such a simple, common emotion?” With that, Toshiko was on her feet in seconds. No longer was she sitting on the bench, but instead she was standing, giving him a good scowl and attempting to act either the same height as him or bigger than him in order to get her point across. “O-of course not! I am a very respectful person!” “Then say thank you,” Shuuichi said. There was an undertone of demanding, like an order. Not that she would listen, of course. And listen she did not do. “No! I told you, I wanted the swirl ice cream cone, and you’re so dumb that you couldn’t even follow a simple order such as that!” Oh, that was right. He had to listen to her orders for a day simply because he had lost a bet between himself and her. He let her win this last bet, of course, so he had no reason to complain about having to walk so far around town and how much money he had to spend on the girl in front of him. Since he had done it of his own accord, he simply had to accept everything. But, still…girls liked chocolate best, didn’t they? He thought he had made a smart move by attempting to surprise her with something sweet. That plan had obviously backfired. “You’re just so dumb! Stupid, stupid. I hope the green hair dumbness isn’t contagious—” She was going on, and Shuuichi found that he couldn’t take it. Dumb? Stupid? He felt as if he lost a brain cell every time he was within her presence! So, he did the only logical thing he could think of doing, at the moment, to shut her up— He claimed her lips with his own. A kiss. With Toshiko. And it shut her up, that was for sure. She instantly stiffened, and yet—she didn’t back away. Shuuichi found this oddly confusing, but his brain was muddled with a cloudy confusion of his own. He couldn’t back away, either. Why? This was Toshiko he was kissing. Toshiko who had the worst arguments, Toshiko who hated his green hair, Toshiko who was a loser—but that same loser Toshiko also had the most beautiful brown hair. Brown hair he had once muddied with melting snow water. And crystalline green eyes that had an icy fire buried within their depths whenever she was beyond angry. Toshiko who, if you were lucky enough to see it, had a very sweet smile and a soft face when it wasn’t twisted up with the usual expression of anger, annoyance, or trying to be better than others. All these facts caused a twist within Shuuichi’s chest. A twist he had never felt before, nor couldn’t place; and, at the moment, he didn’t wish to pursue where it was coming from or why. Instead, Shuuichi let his eyes drift closed, allowing himself to sink into the kiss that had caught the girl off guard. The kiss that had caught him off guard. A kiss that neither of them were stopping, and Shuuichi had no idea why. The kiss that was all so sweet, yet had a tang of spice to it. A blank black fuzz overtook his mind as he took in her natural scent, the plushness of her lips, and everything else that was so wonderful about her—even the things that got on his nerves. But that black fuzz became deeper, catching Shuuichi by surprise. His eyes burst open just as he inhaled a sharp breath, and he found he was no longer staring at Toshiko. Instead, he was staring at the ceiling. The ceiling of a roof to a house. What, in God’s name, had just happened? Shuuichi blinked a couple of times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of his bedroom. He sat up slowly, giving his eyes a rub before wiping the sweat from his brow with one quick motion, gaze darting around the room. He was safe in the confinements of his own house. His brother was down the hall, fast asleep. His parents, as well. Yuzuru Toshiko was nowhere in sight. So that had been a dream? “What the hell is happening to me?” He whispered.[/style] [STYLE=font:10px arial; font-weight: bold;]credit: template made by razzle of btn[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:291px, btable;] [/style] |
