A/N: So yeah, my first 'Shall We Date?' fanfic. Reviews and critics are accepted. ^^

Ages (Since they're not specified in the game):

Goemon: 22

Ichigo: 21

Disclaimer: Don't own Solimare. I'm only playing with their characters.

A young brunette with striking ruby eyes frowned. As a kunoichi, Ichigo Matsumoto had to be knowledgeable about herbs. But as far as her little research went, she was getting absolutely nowhere. "Argh! Fuck this!" She snarled, scowling.

When she'd run away from her clan to escape her responsibilities as clan heir, her life had turned upside down. She was no longer sheltered and had the right to explore the world. For that she was grateful.

But the only downside was that she was absolutely and utterly clueless when it came to studying about herbs and everything natural. Of course she knew how to cook and which spices to use in food but that was a different story. "This sucks." She frowned, picking up her leftover dango and was munching on it when suddenly a smooth voice interrupted her 'study session'.

"A frown doesn't suit your face, pretty lady." The voice murmured.

She blanched and accidentally choked on her dango. A large hand patted her back softly. The dango went down the wrong pipe. She grimaced. She knew that she was however, far from pretty. When she was young, she was always teased and bullied because of her eye color. It was unnatural. Naturally, her frown deepened as unwanted memories flashed past her mind's eye.

"Whoever the hell you are, please stop annoying me." It was all she could do to refrain from kicking this creeper's ass.

A chuckle. Great, the bastard was laughing at her. Her eyebrow twitched. "I'm not sure you can do that pretty lady." She stood up and whirled to face this jackass.

Oh.

Em.

Gee.

She blinked. And blinked again for good measure. Thank god it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. Holy shit. Was the only thought running rampant in her head. She was sure she was blushing because her face felt red-hot. Handsome bastard laughed again.

Whoever this guy was—and it was pretty clear he was a ninja judging from his attire—he had the most beautiful red eyes that seemed to bore into her soul. Holy shit, I did NOT just think that. That was totally cliché. She mentally facepalmed. His shoulder-length red hair looked soft to the touch. She briefly, mentally debated on touching it.

And his lips. Oh lord, his lips. They were full and kissable. I'd like to kiss that. Handsome Ass's voice snapped her out of her reverie. "Are you done gawking at me?" His tone was clearly amused. "W-Wha-? Where the hell did you get that? You must have your head shoved so far up your ass that you think that I think you're handsome!" She snapped, red eyes narrowing.

Of course she'd never tell the redhead that he was handsome. It would only feed the ego and she certainly didn't want that to happen. She had a feeling he'd be smug beyond all comprehension. But he laughed once again. "You're quite amusing. May I know your name?" He asked, his lips curving up into a flirtatious smile. In retaliation, she smiled too sweetly and said, "Fuck you." Then exited the establishment full of curious civilians.

»•~Little Runaway~•«

Goemon blinked. That was something new. Usually, women didn't flip him off. He chuckled quietly to himself. She was…interesting. And a ninja at that. Judging from her attire which was a lavender-colored knee-length kimono with detached sleeves. He'd been giving her a run-down even before she noticed him. She had a nice body, slender and well-toned.

However, her body certainly didn't match her attitude. Maybe I should continue to monitor her. He thought absentmindedly, walking out of the shop. Now, Goemon wasn't a stalker but desperate times call for desperate measures (Not that he was desperate).

He just decided to tail her in case she got out of his sight. I shouldn't underestimate her as well. She is a ninja after all. He added as an afterthought.

»•~Little Runaway~•«

Ichigo tossed and turned on her futon. She was having a hard time sleeping. Even her milk tea with honey wasn't working. Probably because of the fact that a certain redhead's face had been engraved and burned with a branding iron into her retinas.

Holy hell. Forget about him. He's a playboy. He's dangerous. She snorted at the last thought. Hell, his looks were killer enough. What more when he was in the battlefield?

Stop going in that direction you crazy bitch. You just might imagine him shirtless. Or worse, naked.

She cringed and tried to dispel the puke-inducing image that stemmed from her mind. "Gag me." She muttered under her breath.

Yeah right, you definitely enjoyed that visual I showed you. A voice nagged in her head.

She scowled. Fuck off, bitch. I need my beauty sleep.

Maybe you'll see him in your dreams?

Hell no. I'd rather die.

I got a stockful of imaginations. I could shove it in your dreams.

Don't. You. Dare.

Whatever. The voice disappeared.

The brunette suddenly had a feeling she wouldn't be getting sleep tonight.

»•~Little Runaway~•«

Shame I never got to know her name. Goemon thought, a slight frown tugging at his lips. Stop thinking about it and go to sleep, idiot.

"But I can't." He mumbled, sulking.

For god's sake, it's not like one woman rejecting you will kill you.

"But that's a blow to my ego."

There are plenty of women who would love to have you on their beds, why don't you go and get some? God, that voice was beginning to get annoying.

"Not interested. For now." He thoughtfully murmured. With those words, he fell into a peaceful sleep. Sadly, the object of his thoughts didn't get any. If only he knew.

»•~Little Runaway~•«

Ichigo felt like hell the next morning. She didn't get any sleep. At all. Well, right now, she felt like banging her head on a nearby wall. That would send her to sleep. Unfortunately, she had to move on. So she took a quick dip in the hot springs, got dressed, paid the bill and headed out.

Unluckily, on the way out of the small village, she bumped onto someone whom she wasn't supposed to see, let alone bump into. She landed on the ground. On her butt no less and when she looked up, red eyes met maroon ones.

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