Oneshot? Maybe... or this could be a story, story. I'll see with the reviews and stuff...
But BEWARE. This is super OOC. UBER OOC.
(You have been warned.)
A pair of auburn eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to find a familiar face.
"Mou… where is obaa-chan?"
As the girl reached one of the many rows of ugly puke-green chairs, she set down her luggage and searched for her cell phone in her pocket. Just as she had dialed the number, she felt a strong tug on her bag, and grew panicked as she felt it slip down her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dark figure running away, and sprinted quickly after him.
Concentrated on catching her bag-snatcher, she had forgotten to look (and to avoid running into things in her path), and crashed into something.
(KAPOW!)
A handsome brunette boy , about sixteen or so, was also scanning the crowd. He looked hurriedly at the grainy picture in his left hand and ruffled his hair anxiously with his right. 'Ryusaki-sensei told me her granddaughter would be at this gate… but none of the little girls here match this picture!' He glanced around again. 'If I return without her, sensei's going to have my head… but her train arrived half an hour ago! The girl should be here.' The boy looked again at the photograph of a little brown haired girl in braids smiling cutely at the camera holding a dead frog skeleton. He went into a 7Eleven and looked around, but found nothing there. As he turned to leave, he saw a guy running past, a blue bag dangling from his hand. He head the shouts of 'thief!' and started running after him, but something collided hard with his back and sent him sprawling to the floor.
"Ohmigosh I am so sorry! I was trying to get my bag back, but I didn't look where I was going and I wa -- OHMAHGWASHARE YOU HURT?! I'm so sorry! It's all m--"The boy looked up and found a flustered girl beside him, who seemed to be 'spazzing' out.
"It's okay," he interrupted her, "I wasn't really looking where I was going, either."
"No, it's all my fault! I ran into you…" the girl frowned, then brightened up. "Here! Lemme help you up!" She grabbed his wrist and yanked.
The boy let out a somewhat girlish scream as he felt his feet touch the floor once again.
"You so didn't hear that," he said, mortified. "But anyways, you're pretty strong!"
The girl scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "Not really, but I do play tennis…"
"Really?! So do I!"
"Really?!"
"Really!"
"Really?!"
"Really!"
"Really?!"
"Rea --"
"There you are, you stinkin' kids!" A woman in a pink jumpsuit was practically sprinting to the pair.
"Obaa-chan!"
"Sensei!"
They turned to each other.
"Who?!"
YAY! That was fun-ish.
So, you know, tell me what you think (or keep it to yourself... -_-'' ~~~ whatever works ^^)