Disclaimer: I do not own Liar Game. Wish I did though...*Cries into hands*
Fair-faced and svelte, she sipped the frappucino seductively, exuding pheromones of almost extraterrestrial amounts. With that said, the blonde remained completely unfazed by the curious women who gawked and the brazen men who ogled. Luckily, the men were wise enough to stay away from the cold stunner. After all, Fukunaga Yuuji was never one to mince words.
"Mr Fukunaga, what are you doing here?"
That meek little voice could only belong to a diminutive airhead that unexplainably managed to win the Liar Game.
Despite Fukunaga's aversion for the retarded bimbos like Nao Kanzaki, she had to applaud the girl for using what her parents gave her to seduce that bonehead Akiyama. Just for a moment, she cursed the godforsaken genital she concealed under that miniskirt. "Nao dear, I'm taking a piss. Can't you see?"
Although taken aback by the raw animosity coming from Fukunaga, Nao had learnt that the transvestite was anything but pleasant so she smiled even more brilliantly at Fukunaga as her own way of retorting.
"Cheh, why do I even bother talking to a fool like yourself, someone who DONATED all her prize money to some cancer research foundation! Why I oughta!" The vein above Fukunaga's delicate brow was threatening to burst and she looked ready to break the table with her clenched fists. The other patrons in the deli heard the outburst, mouths agape with incredulity that the beauty had turned into a beast. "Eurgh, I get mad just looking at your sickening cheerful face!"
"Mr Fukunaga, money isn't everything, at least not to me," Nao replied. "Greed will ruin a person and I'm sure you've seen plenty of cash-crazed contestants who are testament to that."
After Nao's quick sermon, a frustrated Fukunaga opted for the escape route realising that there was no way the self-righteous little virgin would ever come to her senses. "Oh zip it, your stupidity may be contagious so just stay away from me." Wasting no time, she grabbed her Prada clutch and headed straight for the exit.
"But Mr Fukunaga…"
"Don't mister me! You see these huge knockers, yeah, that's right, its miss now so have that memorized."
Nao couldn't help but let out a giggle. Fukunaga was still the same Fukunaga, with or without the prefix.
"Quit laughing, you idiot."
"I'm sorry. Well, since you're free, would you go shopping with me?"
The bombshell flicked her blonde wig and eyed Nao haughtily. "Who said I was free anyway?"
Nao paused momentarily, staring wide-eyed at this new, playful personality that developed before her.
"Fine, fine, fine. Since we both know you're gonna need my fashion advice, I guess I'll lend you a hand. For a price that is. You see there's this summer dress from Mango that I simply must have."
"But Mr Fukunaga…its winter."
"It's called planning ahead! And don't call me Mister! Man, you're dumb." The pair quickly made their way to the store sifting through the crowd. The tall woman was pulling the short girl like a ragdoll was indeed an amusing sight.
"What are you planning to buy then? Accessories? A new bikini?"
Nao blushed when 'bikini' was mentioned. It wasn't because she was embarrassed about wearing one but her mind was running wild with thoughts of Fukunaga dressed in a grass skirt and coconut husks. "Actually I need something more conservative."
"What century do you live in, princess? You shouldn't be so selfish. Share your goodies with the world for crying out loud!"
"No, you're mistaken. Akiyama-san wants to visit my father tomorrow so I thought I should dress appropriately."
Fukunaga scowled. Fools have all the luck.
I feel so ashamed, there were grammatical errors in my first Liar Game fic which I am too lazy to edit. If you guys spot any, let me know! Go ahead, hurt my pride! I don't care! The shame hurts more than the bruised ego. LOL. I will improve with every Liar Game fic I write!