Opposites
"Stop insulting me. I'm not stupid."
"Of course you're not. You're just horribly slow, is all."
"I'm not slow."
"Right."
"Just because I don't think as fast as you do does not make me stupid nor slow."
"That's right, that's right! It makes you retarded. I'm sorry, my mistake."
Smirks.
"What makes you think that you can just put yourself above everyone else like that?"
"I'm better than everyone else."
"What makes you better?"
"I'm smarter, I'm healthier, I have a bigger vocabulary, I'm--"
"So, you're perfect in everyway."
"Nobody's perfect."
"But you are, right? At least, that's what you're putting out."
"You're being horribly silly. I'm not perfect, I'm just… better than everyone. At everything, is all."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
Silence. Conceit and irritation pollute the air.
"Anything else you--"
"You can't make me happy."
"I… What?"
"That's right. You know deep down in your hellish soul that there's not a thing you can do to make me happy. Sure, lets say you can do everything better than anyone, but there is only one thing you cannot do and that is make me happy."
Confusion.
"We're… we're not together." At least, I don't think we are… "There's no reason, no gain for me if I were to make you happy. Plus, it is a known fact that anyone can make you laugh. Anyone can put a smile on your face. Anytime, anywhere."
"But it's the only thing you can't do."
Silence.
"Define happy."
"For God's sake… Happy: feeling or showing pleasure, contentment, or joy. Feeling satisfied that something is right or has been done right. Or to be a little tipsy."
A satisfied smirk.
"Or do you mean that you want me to practically rape you until you're in rapture."
"You conceited, retarded bastard. You can't even begin define happy. And I'm not just saying you can't define happy. No one can truly define happy."
Silence. Glares.
"Just face it. You. Can't. Make. Me. Happy."
The conceit slowly drains from the air (and from his face) and is replaced with irritation and defeat. Only slight defeat. Slight, slight, slight…
"I bet I can make you happy."
"I'm not betting on anything. Just admit that you can't make me happy."
"You're just scared that I might be right."
"Might? Are you doubting yourself?"
Narrowed eyes.
"No."
Equal Stubbornness.
"You infuriate me."
"You vex me."
A stare down. Bright eyes against dull eyes.
One is short.
The other is tall.
One is young.
The other is old.
One is naïve.
The other is sophisticated.
These are opposites.
"I don't know why you're doing this."
And little do they know, it's usually the opposites that end up making each other happy.
"Bastard."
The opposites don't have to be a committed relationship.
"It's always in my favor." More smirks.
There's no real need.
"In my favor my ass." Pouting.
They just need the company.
"I can make you happy."
Happy, happy.
"Prove it."
Little do they realize that they are already happy with each other, one making the other's day with just their presence alone.
Guess the pairing. If you get it right, I will write you a drabble or whatever on whatever you want. Fluff, Yaoi, Yuri, Angst, whatever. Though, I will reserve the right to reject any request if it doesn't sit right with me or I don't know the fandom well enough. But I don't think that will happen. :D
Update: I edited it some and changed the ending (last line)~.