Disclaimer: I don't own chicken…I mean Gakuen Alice
Disclaimer: I don't own chicken…I mean Gakuen Alice.
Dedicated to PurpleHime…'cause I was bored, and didn't feel like doing history homework…hehe…
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It was one of those things that happened based on blind chance. He didn't mean to. Really he didn't.
"Ruka-pyon?" Mikan's eyes shined with confusion and shock, "Ruka-pyon? What…what was that?"
"Uh, uh…" He couldn't find his voice; he just stared at her with wide eyes. Then ran.
"Ruka-pyon?" her voice called out from the doorway, but he ignored it.
He was screwed over. Hotaru was going to kill him, she had nearly blown him up last time she had made her mad, and that was when he had only taken a tiny sample of her latest food craze. She was bound to be in a blind rage this time, either killing him or, he nearly choked on air at the very thought. She might break up with me.
He stopped running, and found himself out of breath and terrified in a random part of the forest. No, it wasn't random, he realized, this was that area of bushes he hid in with Hotaru while she caught Natsume's confess—crap. Natsume was going to chop him up, and burn each piece of him to crisp. There was no doubt...because you don't kiss your best friend's girlfriend and your girlfriend's best friend and get away with it. He felt like curling up and dying while tears of certain doom ran down his cheeks.
CLICK.
Ruka's eyes snapped open at the sound of the camera shutter, the face of his stoic girlfriend staring mutely at him. He jumped in shock, and backed away. In a rush, he tripped over his own feet.
CLICK.
"Hotaru! I can explain! I didn't mean to kiss Mikan!" CLICK. "There was this ice cube on the ground, and she slipped!" CLICK. "I just caught her, and I slipped on the same ice cube and fell on her!" CLICK. "And well you know, our lips just kind of sort of touched!" CLICK. "I'M SORRY!!"
The clicking stopped the same time as Ruka's desperate plea of forgiveness. And he saw something probably more terrifying then the thoughts of his consequences. Hotaru cracked a smile. She petted the kneeling Ruka with monotone amusement.
"Silly boyfriend," Hotaru said, "I planted the ice cube and told Mikan to make it look like you kissed her."
Ruka stared, "Wha?"
"I knew that your guilt would come out on your physical appearance, therefore bringing out opportune moments to take your picture. These," she motioned to her camera, "will pay for the bill for that new restaurant in Central Town, which I want you to take me to tomorrow night. By the way, since I'm paying for the bill, you owe me approximately 5,000 rabbits." And she walked away.
Ruka gaped. He wasn't dead. He wasn't going to be single again. He could cry from happiness, not even caring that there was now a hefty debt he owed to his girlfriend (after all, there was always something he owed).
Hotaru stopped walking and looked over her shoulder, "Oh, Natsume doesn't know about this though. You should probably remind Mikan to tell her ferocious boyfriend the situation."
Ruka paled.
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