Everyone has something their good at; I noticed that a while ago while watching my best friend paint. Some people are artist like her, or some are sporty; but I can do neither of those. I am too short and get out of breath quickly to do anything that requires labor, and simply don't have the patience to do something like sit in one spot all day to paint. But everyone has something, and for me, I fight.
Not physically of course, but fighting with someone just brings my blood to a boil in a way that makes my mind race, trying to twist a person's words around and against them is something I can really do. Unfortunately though, I've realized this is not the healthiest of hobbies- well actually, it's more like Amu noticed this wasn't the healthiest of hobbies.
I was tired, my face still flushed with anger from the fight and I would have passed out on my desk during lunch if I weren't still fuming. Normally I was quite calm (which managed to piss just about anyone off) but it was this one guy that always got to me, always finding a way to get under my skin that derailed my façade.
She looked at me with a worried face that was scrunched up in a frown. "Rima, I'm serious," She said as I sat down. "You have got to stop with this and I'm not kidding when I say I will go to the counselor."
I glanced at her through the snarls in my hair, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you do that?" I ran my hands through my hair, trying to pat down the frizziness and untangle what had been caught.
"Well," Amu stammered a little as if she hadn't anticipated my response and was looking around the room like an answer might lie there. "Because, because look at you- you're always tired, and flustered, and irritable." She said pointing at my face.
I chuckled at this dropped my hands from my head, fine with the fact that it was as straight as it was getting. "So are you after you talk with Ikuto." I pointed out. "You're tired, irritable and flustered."
She looked like she wanted to say something but after she opened her mouth she shut it even faster, settling for a scowl on her pink tinted face; I could see her even grinding her teeth.
"That's different, I don't like Ikuto." She complained after a while.
"Are you suggesting I like Nagihiko?" I asked. But Amu didn't seem like she would be defeated that easily.
"I don't have an all-out brawl with him, like you do."
"Do you hear yourself when you two fight?"
She pursed her lips.
"Ours is kind of playful."
"And I start fights with him because it's a national sport."
Her frown deepens.
". . . Ikuto makes innuendos."
At this I outright laugh. "And Nagihiko's a perfect gentleman."
"Arugh!" She finally screeches, pulling at her face in frustration. "It's different."
By the time she's calmed down and is quietly seething we have caught the attention of one of the two guys in our conversation and Nagihiko is asking what's got Amu riled up.
She points to me pleadingly. "I'm trying to tell Rima that there's a difference between when you two fight and when me and Ikuto fight."
He looks at me like I'm crazy for a second before turning back to Amu shaking his head. "Rima, have you forgotten Amu has a crush on Ikuto?"
While Amu would have usually been in denial, she was happier to find something against me then to worry about that, but just let Nagihiko do the talking.
I forced a smile at him, grinning mischievously. "Like I said, no difference between us."
Choco covered: Sorry this took so long, I might have rushed the last part x