Tasty

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Author's Note: A one-shot I did for the livejournal community 100situations (I have to write 100 Katsuya fanfictions XDD)

Ulala knew that if she could pull this off, she could do anything. Or at least that's what she told herself, as she reached her hand out a bit farther. "Just a few more inches now…"

"Serizawa…" She could hear Baofu call her name, but his voice sounded as if it were coming from some distant place.

She was almost there.

Another few centimeters and it would be hers. Ulala moved her hand a bit more, and blinked the sweat out of her eyes. Things were getting tough now. She wavered a bit, wondering if she was going to make it.

"Serizawa…" Baofu again.

"What the fuck does he want?" Ulala snarled to herself. She ignored him and continued to eye her destination. "Eyes on the prize, Ulala- Keep your eyes on the prize." With that thought she made one final push towards her goal.

She was within grasping distance now… Ulala let out a soft cry of happiness. It was hers!

"SERIZAWA!"

"Ahh!" The woman screamed and immediately closed her hand quite a bit tighter and faster than she had originally planned.

SQUISH!

The prize no longer existed.

"Ewwww." Ulala move her hand back toward her body, studying it. This was certainly not what she wanted. She shook it a bit, and remnants of the squishy substance flew off. Certainly, most definitely not what she had wanted to happen at all.

Ulala glared at her hand for a minute. "Why, why?" She asked herself. She turned sadly to Baofu, who, it turned out, wasn't as far away as she had thought, and was sitting right next to her.

Baofu sighed, an exasperated look on his face. "I've been trying to tell you for the last few minutes, he can see you."

Ulala removed her gaze from her hand, and let it fall of Baofu's face. "What, no he can't! Bao, if it weren't for you, I could have had it!"

"Ms. Serizawa..." Ulala's attention snapped to the man sitting across from her. He had short hair, sideburns that were currently flapping in the non-existent wind, and an expression on his face that Ulala could only describe as "pissed."

"Shit, think Ulala, think!" The woman feigned an innocent expression, "Why Katsuya!" She smilied, bringing her non-guilty hand to her face, "I didn't see you!"

"He's been sitting across from you this entire- oof!" Baofu was silenced by Ulala's foot connecting with his shin.

"Ms. Serizawa, may I ask why you have my cheesecake all over your hand?" The normally cool-headed officer didn't look very pleased. "Do you know how long I slaved making that?" He cried, grabbing the plate that the cheesecake had been on just moments ago, and swinging it wildly under her nose "That was for Tatsuya!"

"Fuck, what a pussy. Suou, you're such a little-" The cheesecake that had left on the plate now found itself on Baofu's face. Ulala couldn't help but laugh at her partner's misfortune.

Katsuya turned back to the woman, "Do you have anything to say for yourself!"

Ulala smiled, not so worried now, and placed a cheesecake-covered finger to her mouth.

"Mmm, tasty."

AN: That was it. If you enjoyed it, didn't enjoy it, or had any strong feelings at all about it, please comment. Ah well, in any case, thanks for reading:P