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zarahjoyce) wrote2006-10-28 12:38 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2006-10-28 12:38 pm
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Meaning (Natsumi, Satora)
I had a lot of fun today! My fellow Filipina D/Hr shippers and I met and had lunch and basically had a hell lot of fun... there were pips and chiaw, astronobish, april, findingbliss, marred clarity, miafitz, galenalistova, and speaknoenglish... I was so pleased, because I got to know more Filipinas who love D/Hr! *squee*
BTW, my first fic for Gougou Sentai Boukenger. I can't resist! Those in my userpic are the characters in the story :D If you want to know more about them, ask me and I'll give you the story. In 100,000 words or less although most of them are unnecessary squeeing and squealing. Hee ^_^
Meaning (Masumi Inou/Natsuki Mamiya, implied Satoru Akashi/Sakura Nishihori, PG)
Natsuki had been staring at Akashi in an odd way.
Not that Masumi cared, because he didn't, really, but the fact that she was glancing at Akashi every now and then had him, well, annoyed.
Casually, he flipped through another page of the magazine he was holding, but his attention was focused elsewhere - on Natsuki, to be more precise. She was on her usual place at the table, a mug of hot chocolate before her, and she would either be wrinkling her brows at her drink or glancing at Akashi in her transfixed, thoughtful way.
It was really, really starting to grate on Masumi's nerves.
"Natsuki," he muttered, turning a page with too much unnecessary vehemence, "your chocolate's getting cold."
"Eh?" The girl owlishly blinked at him, then looked at her drink as though she was surprised it was there. "Oh. Right."
Then Akashi's accellular rang. "I understand. I'll be there," he mumbled. Before walking to the elevator he passed by Natsuki and tossed at her a small smile, to which the girl responded with a brighter grin.
Masumi flipped a page again, and the paper tore halfway.
"Masumi!" Natsuki scolded, standing and grabbing the damaged good from his hands. She severely frowned at him. "What are you doing? This is Souta-san's favorite magazine!"
"Right." He curled his lip. "As if I care."
"What?"
"Nothing!" he snapped. Masumi stood, walked a bit to alleviate his irritation, then turned to look at her.
She was staring at the elevator...
...that Akashi used moments ago.
"Oi, Natsuki!" he yelled.
"What? What? What?" Startled, the girl almost dropped the magazine she held. "What?"
Masumi balled his hands to fists. Why was it that lately Natsuki had been staring at Akashi as if he was her... like she had a...
Alarm bells sounded in his head.
"Do you like Akashi?" he blurted out.
Then looked away and cursed silently at himself because he was acting like he was--
No, no, of course he wasn't, but still--
"Of course Natsuki likes Chief!"
What? "You--" He had to force the words out through clenched teeth, "--do?"
The girl nodded vigorously, her pigtails bouncing.
That left Masumi feeling--
No, no, he was not!
He did want to punch something, though.
Or someone.
"Natsuki also likes Souta-san, and Sakura-san, and Makino-sensei, and Mr. Voice, and Ei-chan, and--"
Relieved, he loudly released the breath he was holding. So. She didn't like Akashi that way? Then, how come-- "Why were you looking at him like that?"
Natsuki moved her head to the side and blinked. "Like what?"
Damn. Now he had to explain. "Like you... like him."
"But I--"
"Like, like--" Masumi couldn't find the words. Damn it, why couldn't he just let the issue drop? Defeated, he concluded with, "--like."
"Masumi?" Natsuki stepped closer and pressed her palm against his forehead. "Are you alright? Your face is all red."
He promptly stepped back. "I'm fine! I'm fine! It's just that... I..."
She waited for him to finish.
"Why... why were you staring at Akashi?" he asked in a low voice.
"Oh. Well... the other day I..." Natsuki shrugged, then repeatedly tugged at his sleeve. "Eh, Masumi. What does a kiss on the cheek mean?"
"What?"
"Well, the other day Natsuki saw Sakura-san give Chief a kiss on the cheek, and Natsuki doesn't know what it means."
What? "You saw..." Then Masumi cleared his throat and assumed a careless expression. It wasn't like it was his business, really.
Just as long as it was not Natsuki kissing anyone.
Well, maybe except--
"What does it mean?" she pressed, tugging at his sleeve even more persistently.
He carefully removed her nails from his jacket. "Ah, well, it means... it means... eh..." What was he supposed to say now? There was just no way in hell that he'd be the one to explain to her the... well, that. "You know what? I don't know. Really." He cocked his head to one side, casually folded his arms. "Sorry."
Natsuki's face fell. "Oh." She looked down at the magazine in her hands, then perked up. "Oh! Maybe Natsuki can ask Souta-san about--"
He grabbed her arm to prevent her from skipping away. "Wait, no, no, I'll--" Masumi took a deep breath, then said in a rush, "Itmeansshelikeshim."
For a moment, Natsuki was silent, her eyes blinking rapidly. Then, a huge smile appeared on her face and she grabbed his sleeve again. "Oh! So it means Sakura-san likes... Chief?"
Masumi scratched his head. "Ah... yes?" He was going to be killed for this, he just knew it.
Abruptly, Natsuki threw her arms around him. "How wonderful!" she said happily. "Natsuki is very pleased!" Without pausing, she kissed him on the cheek, smiled at him, then dashed to the elevator...
...leaving Masumi stunned beyond belief.
end
BTW, my first fic for Gougou Sentai Boukenger. I can't resist! Those in my userpic are the characters in the story :D If you want to know more about them, ask me and I'll give you the story. In 100,000 words or less although most of them are unnecessary squeeing and squealing. Hee ^_^
Meaning (Masumi Inou/Natsuki Mamiya, implied Satoru Akashi/Sakura Nishihori, PG)
Natsuki had been staring at Akashi in an odd way.
Not that Masumi cared, because he didn't, really, but the fact that she was glancing at Akashi every now and then had him, well, annoyed.
Casually, he flipped through another page of the magazine he was holding, but his attention was focused elsewhere - on Natsuki, to be more precise. She was on her usual place at the table, a mug of hot chocolate before her, and she would either be wrinkling her brows at her drink or glancing at Akashi in her transfixed, thoughtful way.
It was really, really starting to grate on Masumi's nerves.
"Natsuki," he muttered, turning a page with too much unnecessary vehemence, "your chocolate's getting cold."
"Eh?" The girl owlishly blinked at him, then looked at her drink as though she was surprised it was there. "Oh. Right."
Then Akashi's accellular rang. "I understand. I'll be there," he mumbled. Before walking to the elevator he passed by Natsuki and tossed at her a small smile, to which the girl responded with a brighter grin.
Masumi flipped a page again, and the paper tore halfway.
"Masumi!" Natsuki scolded, standing and grabbing the damaged good from his hands. She severely frowned at him. "What are you doing? This is Souta-san's favorite magazine!"
"Right." He curled his lip. "As if I care."
"What?"
"Nothing!" he snapped. Masumi stood, walked a bit to alleviate his irritation, then turned to look at her.
She was staring at the elevator...
...that Akashi used moments ago.
"Oi, Natsuki!" he yelled.
"What? What? What?" Startled, the girl almost dropped the magazine she held. "What?"
Masumi balled his hands to fists. Why was it that lately Natsuki had been staring at Akashi as if he was her... like she had a...
Alarm bells sounded in his head.
"Do you like Akashi?" he blurted out.
Then looked away and cursed silently at himself because he was acting like he was--
No, no, of course he wasn't, but still--
"Of course Natsuki likes Chief!"
What? "You--" He had to force the words out through clenched teeth, "--do?"
The girl nodded vigorously, her pigtails bouncing.
That left Masumi feeling--
No, no, he was not!
He did want to punch something, though.
Or someone.
"Natsuki also likes Souta-san, and Sakura-san, and Makino-sensei, and Mr. Voice, and Ei-chan, and--"
Relieved, he loudly released the breath he was holding. So. She didn't like Akashi that way? Then, how come-- "Why were you looking at him like that?"
Natsuki moved her head to the side and blinked. "Like what?"
Damn. Now he had to explain. "Like you... like him."
"But I--"
"Like, like--" Masumi couldn't find the words. Damn it, why couldn't he just let the issue drop? Defeated, he concluded with, "--like."
"Masumi?" Natsuki stepped closer and pressed her palm against his forehead. "Are you alright? Your face is all red."
He promptly stepped back. "I'm fine! I'm fine! It's just that... I..."
She waited for him to finish.
"Why... why were you staring at Akashi?" he asked in a low voice.
"Oh. Well... the other day I..." Natsuki shrugged, then repeatedly tugged at his sleeve. "Eh, Masumi. What does a kiss on the cheek mean?"
"What?"
"Well, the other day Natsuki saw Sakura-san give Chief a kiss on the cheek, and Natsuki doesn't know what it means."
What? "You saw..." Then Masumi cleared his throat and assumed a careless expression. It wasn't like it was his business, really.
Just as long as it was not Natsuki kissing anyone.
Well, maybe except--
"What does it mean?" she pressed, tugging at his sleeve even more persistently.
He carefully removed her nails from his jacket. "Ah, well, it means... it means... eh..." What was he supposed to say now? There was just no way in hell that he'd be the one to explain to her the... well, that. "You know what? I don't know. Really." He cocked his head to one side, casually folded his arms. "Sorry."
Natsuki's face fell. "Oh." She looked down at the magazine in her hands, then perked up. "Oh! Maybe Natsuki can ask Souta-san about--"
He grabbed her arm to prevent her from skipping away. "Wait, no, no, I'll--" Masumi took a deep breath, then said in a rush, "Itmeansshelikeshim."
For a moment, Natsuki was silent, her eyes blinking rapidly. Then, a huge smile appeared on her face and she grabbed his sleeve again. "Oh! So it means Sakura-san likes... Chief?"
Masumi scratched his head. "Ah... yes?" He was going to be killed for this, he just knew it.
Abruptly, Natsuki threw her arms around him. "How wonderful!" she said happily. "Natsuki is very pleased!" Without pausing, she kissed him on the cheek, smiled at him, then dashed to the elevator...
...leaving Masumi stunned beyond belief.
end
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