A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAAAA! I dug up another old notebook of mine, all worn out from wear, and apparently this was how I wrote, used to. Personally, I think I wrote a lot better used to. ^^ Okay, so in the Philippines, the series always, ALWAYS, ended RIGHT after the ((*cough* SPOILER!)) 'Ryuuji is mine!'- you all know what that is, and so I ended up watching it, addictingly enough, three times over. A year after I finally got up the nerve to watch the Japanese version of it instead of the Tagalog dub, and finished the thing. *sob* Such good memories! XD
PS: All mistakes here I copied from myself two years prior, so blame the me two years ago. *grin* Hope ya enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this, Ryuuji Takasu and Aisaka Taiga, are not mine and belong to their respective owners. They did a heck of an awesomely addicting job in the anime, though. XD
Tag Game Of Parade
"What the hell are you staring at?.!"
Taiga's irritated growl snapped Takasu out of his lustful daydream, and he stared at the small figure wrapped in white lace. Golden eyes gleamed at him from under honey-chocolate bangs, and he realized with a start her shirt-front had a missing button, responsible for the gaping width.
"Nothing. Here, let me fix that for you."
Stepping closer, he fingered the material, warm from her body heat. Rei flowed to his cheeks as he realized how close he was to her scantily-clad boy; suddenly, the room seemed too small.
Hastily, he let go and returned to chopping up the candied apples they'd bought on the way home, his fingers coated with sweetness. Silence fell between the two of them. Ryuuji's mother had taken their almost-always choking bird, Iinko, to the vet yet had probably stopped to party up 'til Christmas morning.
The light scent of the miso soup hung in the air.
Finished, Ryuuji put the slices on a plate and started to turn around.
The lights went off.
White dots danced in clots of darkness, and he paused, surprised when Taiga's arms came around his waist. Sensing something pressed into his lower back. . . so soft.
"T-Taiga. . .?"
"It's been close to three years since we've met. Marry Christmas, Ryuuji."
He could feel her small, delicate hands insistent, turning him around. Despite the large building blocking the sun in the day, nothing stopped the stray moonbeams from lighting up the two glowing orbs of feminine molten at night.
As they did now.
"Uh, yeah. Seems like we've grown up a bit, huh?"
Her smile was genuine.
So was beautiful.
He remembered what he'd first thought when he first met her, before she socked him.
'So small and delicate, like a doll. . . yet something's warning me. . to be caref-'
"Remember the first time we met? You were in my way, with those hungry, sharp eyes. 'Dangerous', they said. Yeah, right. You'd never hurt anyone, right, Ryuuji? Even me. I punched you, and you went down. But you got up."
Her fingers lightly traced his jaw, which was tightly clenched.
Her touch was gentle.
Possessive.
"You got up. Wanted to be my dragon. I made you out as my dog. Mine. And I want to take care of my hurt pup. I AM sorry, Ryuuji. Let me make it all better."
And then she was pulling him down, giving him the sweetest present he could ever wish for. The cell phone on the table started to play.
12:00.
An alarm, and opening of pure sweetness.
A kiss.
He let her give.
And then he swept her up into his arms where she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him and cling.
Headed towards the living room.
Towards the hole in the wall.
Where everything had started rolling, in a tag game of parade.
A/N: Hmmmm. . . =3