This is very short. I was gonna make it longer but I couldn't be bothered. XP

It isn't very well written, just very fluffy and sickeningly sweet for all those bored RostoXBeka fans out there.

She'd shaved off all her hair save one fiery, ginger lock in the middle, of which she spiked up with tree sap. Her eyes were wide and innocent, coated with sugary honey that would surely buy her way out of a few sticky situations and her chubby cheeks and pouty lips undoubtedly rewarded her with free rose sugar every Friday (lucky duck).

As she strode towards me, her paces small yet quick, I couldn't help but notice she was slightly shorter and stockier than average. Perhaps little over four foot four. Still, she was muscled, and she walked in a way that cried dangerous all over. Her amusing hair did not sway in the breeze.

"You are Beka Cooper?" she said it more like a statement then a question. How can someone so much shorter than you still look their nose down at you?

Overtaken by my shyness, I suddenly found the grimy filth of the street floor very interesting. I nodded my head.

She grabbed my chin with her small, stubby fingers and thrust it upwards so that I was looking at her. Her eyes were almost golden in colour.

"Answer me properly," she ordered, without moving her hand away from my chin.

"Y-yes, ma'am." I felt the need to add 'ma'am' to the end, as if she were about to chop me up into little pieces and feed me to the pigeons.

She grinned at me, though it was all teeth. She grabbed my ear and pulled, jerking my head downwards against hers. "Y' don't know what's comin', Bloodhound." I could feel her raw, hot breath on my cheek. Before I could grab her and put the hobbles on her for questioning she shoved me into a wall. My head smacked the hard stone, taking the full blow, though my shoulders jarred from the impact.

I leapt to my feet and searched for the gixie, turning just in time to see her blending into the small crowd. She must be very skilled to be able to hide herself in such a way. Mentally throwing a string of curses at myself and the lass I fumbled with my keys as I strolled to my apartment. I was careful to lock the door behind me.

Achoo was sitting at the top of the stairs. She gazed at me with those dark brown eyes that reminded me so much of Rosto, like one breakfast when I'd been the last to enter with Achoo and Pounce at my side. Achoo had jumped up at everyone and walked around on her hunkerbones, greeting everyone in her own happy dance. Rosto was lying on his back with his arms arched elegantly behind his head. His muscles showed clearly through his button-up, long-sleeved tunic.

Achoo had leapt up onto the unguarded Rosto, knocking the wind out of him. Taking advantage of his breathless state she began to plant slobbery kisses all over his face. Rosto had not taken this lightly and began to tackle Achoo. They started rolling around the floor whilst me, Aniki, Kora and Tansy broke into fits of giggles.

"Rosto the great, defeated by a hound!" wheezed Ersken between laughter.

"I suppose Rosto has another admirer," I grinned.

Everyone immediately stopped whatever they were doing to stare at me.

"Wha-? N-no! N-n-not me! I was t-talking about Achoo!" I stuttered, my eyes shifting around the room.

"Suuurree you were. C'mon, I've seen the looks you give 'im," Phelan nudged me with his sharp elbow. I sent my ice cold glims his way.

He raised his arms as if he were surrendering. "Don't look at me like that, I'm only telling the truth!"

"Besides, we never mentioned anything about it, we only looked at you. What makes you think that we think that you are the one wanting him when he's actually the wanted one who also is the one to want the wanting one back in the most wanting way," Aniki butted in.

There was a small moment of confused silence.

"Anyway, he makes your peaches tingle. I read it in your journal," announced Ersken. He then dug into his vegetable roll.

"You read my journal!?" I screeched. He looked up from his roll and got the full blast of Beka Cooper's glare of doom before I lunged.

THUMP!

"Ow!"

"Whoah, what a punch!"

"Woooowww!"

"I wish I could do that!"

Ersken lay there, nursing the fantastic bruise forming on his left cheek. He was flat against the floor with me towering over him.

I sat back down, red-faced and embarrased. Chancing a glance at Rosto, I was surprised to see his face buried in Achoo's fur. I could've sworn I saw the faintest tinge of pink on his porcelain cheeks when he gazed back at me with those dark brown eyes.

I haven't decided whether I'm going to make it a oneshot, a twoshot or a threeshot or whatever, though there is the matter of the girl with the ginger mohican to explain, so I'm probably going to have to add a few more chapters.

THANKS FOR READING!!!