Because Of One Room

Anime: Flame of Recca
Genre: Romance/General
Pairings: TOFUU!
Warnings: Bad writing from a crazy 13-year old
Summary: Two people in one room does tend to cause hysteria, nausea and…love???

My second ToFuu fanfic, dedicated to my reviewers who reviewed Only One Woman!

Chapter 1: Only One Room

Tokiya banged his fist onto the reception desk, infuriated and frustrated. His silver bangs were out of place, sweat matted on his brow.

"What the HELL do you mean there's only one room! I MADE reservations AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE, GODDAMMIT!"

Obviously, his usual calm manner was gone as well. One blow and it was gone like dust in the wind—or rather, one sentence and his calm manner was gone like dust in the wind. That sentence: "I'm afraid there's only one deluxe room that is available, sir, and even that is already occupied."

A deadly sentence to Mikagami Tokiya, indeed. "Ok, so even if I have to share a room," Tokiya stated through super-clenched teeth, trying to resist the urge to tear the receptionist apart limb by limb. "Please tell me my roommate is a guy."

"Uh…" was all the receptionist could say.

"He is a guy, right?" Tokiya asked, clenching his teeth so hard it was nearly going to break.

"Well…you could say that," replied the receptionist, carefully reaching the 'look-the-other-way' stage.

"THERE ARE ONLY TWO GENDERS, GODDAMMIT, THERE IS NO "YOU COULD SAY HE IS A GUY" OR "YOU COULD SAY HE IS A GIRL"!!! EITHER HE—SHE—IT IS A GUY, A GIRL, OR A GAY OR LESBIAN SO WHICH ONE IS IT???" Tokiya shouted, attracting the attention of many passer-bys in the hotel.

"Well…you could say she—he—it was a manly girl, good sir," the poor receptionist answered, practically biting on his nails with nervousness.

"Oh no…" Tokiya groaned, clapping a palm onto his forehead. "God, what did I do to deserve this???"

"It was the only deluxe room we had left, sir, I'm afraid you would have to share a room with him—her—it."

Tokiya cursed silently, still enraged but a bit more controlled now. And he wondered how his day could get any worse.

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"Mi-chan???"

Tokiya had to bite himself to keep himself from strangling his roommate. "Oh…my…GOD," he muttered angrily.

"You're my roommate? COOL!" Fuuko shouted, flinging herself onto him and tripping him off balance.

Tokiya merely grunted as he landed onto the carpet-covered floor and cursed silently…again. "God, what did I do to deserve this???" he silently murmured, as Fuuko offered a hand to help him up.

He slapped away the wind goddess's hand with a death-glare and got up by himself. "Isn't this going to be so fun?" Fuuko said, ignoring the glare.

"Kirisawa, it was bad enough I didn't get a room to myself, but having to share a room with you is torture, so I strongly suggest you stay out of my way," Tokiya said, his pale jaw tight.

"You know, it's not like I exactly wanted you to be my roommate either, Mr. Sunshine."

Tokiya grunted again and started unpacking. He opened a drawer and gaped at its contents, dropping his dry-clean shirts. "Oh…my…GOD. Monkey, what the hell is this???"

Fuuko skipped over, took a look at the contents in the drawer and started laughing. "I do believe they are called "bras", dear Mikagami Tokiya. You mean you've never seen one?"

"Why the hell would I want to see one? It's not as if I need to wear one!"

"Just as I expected, an ice-block like you doesn't have hormones," Fuuko pouted.

"Let's leave it that way, all right?" Tokiya said, grounding his teeth and transferring his dry-clean shirts to another drawer. "I don't exactly plan to get married early."

"Even if you did, it would be easy for you, wouldn't it?" Fuuko asked, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Excuse me?"

"Hey, you've got a crowd of girls suffocating you everywhere you go, pretty boy, what do you think?" Fuuko asked, with a girlish giggle.

Tokiya threw her another infamous death-glare before continuing to unpack his clothes. "I seriously think I need to go back down to the receptionist and demand for a room to myself," he said, as calmly as he could. Mikagami Tokiya didn't not forget anger quickly, as calm and collected as he usually was.

"Yeah, you've really got a bunch of money, don't you, pretty face? My mum and Ganko had to save up for goodness knows how many years for me to take a vacation in a deluxe room," Fuuko said, before yawning. "God. I'm whacked. What with beating up the receptionist insisting for a deluxe room and all…"

Tokiya nearly froze. He slowly turned to Fuuko's direction. Feeling his temper rise, he questioned, in a dangerously low voice, "You mean if you hadn't insisted for a deluxe room, or beat up a receptionist for it, this room would've been mine…alone?"

Fuuko thought for a while, placing a hand on her chin. "Yep, looks about that way to me."

Tokiya had to kick himself to make sure he didn't rip the bishoujo in front of him into shreds and then stomp furiously on her. He was certain he wouldn't hesitate to even though he had something for her.

EH??? Ok, something didn't come out right. He…the handsome, cold, stoic Mikagami Tokiya…had 'something' for the beautiful, wild, unruly Kirisawa Fuuko???

No way, he denied restlessly. Sure, she was beautiful, with her wild features on her narrow face, purple tendrils curling over her fair skin on her pretty face, those deep blue eyes…

Ok, he really had to stop eying her now.

"Mi-chan, why are you looking at me like that?"

The Ensui wielder snapped out of his thoughts as he quickly turned back to unpacking his clothes. "Who the hell said I was looking at you, monkey?" he growled.

"Nothing needs to be said, Mi-chan, you were staring at me. You looked almost retarded, looking at me like that."

"It's not like you have a very high level of brain power, you moronic she-monkey," Tokiya retorted.

"Yes, yes, it's very nice throwing insults back and forth, Mi-chan, but I really want to sleep now," Fuuko said, stretching and exposing a few more centimeters of cleavage. The cold bishounen had to quickly turn away to avoid his roommate from seeing his pale face turn at least a thousand shades of red.

"Goodnight, Mi-chan," Fuuko said, giggling, before starting to strip off her sleeveless shirt.

"GOD, Fuuko! Would you please tell me before you start becoming stark naked in front of me?" The Ensui master said, quickly avoiding eye contact with the wind goddess's—ahem—cleavage.

Fuuko blushed, before replacing her exposing shirt with an equally exposing pajamas shirt. "Oh, sorry, Mi-chan, I forgot, ice-blocks don't have hormones," she answered sweetly.

"Do you mean you were trying to tempt me?"

"More or less, I was trying to get those hormones of yours working."

"What an innovative way, I'm sure," he answered dryly.

Fuuko grinned cheekily before stretching out on the bed. "Goodnight, Mi-chan."

"WAIT a minute," Tokiya said, swinging around and grabbing Fuuko by her arm. "If you're going to be all proudly stretched out like a posing model on the bed, where the hell am I going to sleep?"

"Beats me," she shrugged.

"Don't 'beats me'! This was supposed to be my room, may I remind you, monkey," Tokiya snapped crossly, folding his arms across his chest.

"I had to beat the receptionist up for this room, Mikagami Tokiya!" Fuuko said furiously, folding her arms in and equally sophisticated, business-like way. "You want me to beat you up for the bed?"

"You wouldn't dare," he hissed.

"Try me, Mi-chan! I dare you!" Fuuko stuck her tongue out impertinently.

"God, what did I do to deserve this???" Tokiya cursed venomously. "Either you get out of the bed, Kirisawa, or I'll sleep on you!"

"Oh my God!" Fuuko gasped, playfully mimicking an anonymous Tokiya fan-girl. "THE Mikagami Tokiya, sleeping on me??? Oh, no! I'm soooo excited!"

"Kirisawa!"

"I'm not getting off, Mikagami Tokiya, DEAL WITH IT!"

Tokiya could practically feel smoke shooting out of his ears. "That does it! I'm sleeping on you!"

"AAAAAAAAAAGGH! MIKAGAMI TOKIYA, YOU PERVERT! GET OFF ME!"

"You don't get off the bed, then I don't get off you," Tokiya said, sounding much, much, much calmer than he felt.

"FORGET IT, MI-CHAN! I'M NOT GETTING OFF!" Fuuko bellowed, trying in vain to push the bishounen off her body. As slim as he seemed, he really did seem to weigh a ton.

"Then neither am I, you ugly monkey," answered the former Ensui wielder, before he felt a small fist of energy slapped into his back.

"I'm not ugly! Get off, me, you freaking ice-man!" Fuuko screeched angrily, pulling Tokiya's silver hair until he was absolutely certain she had pulled his hair out of its roots.

He grinded his teeth, before rolling over to the other side of the bed. "You sleep on that side, I sleep on this side," he said gruffly. "Now please let go of my hair."

"Mi-chan, bear in mind I would like to sleep in peace, where I can't hear you snoring your head off," Fuuko snapped.

"I'm trying to compromise, here, monkey, and you're not exactly helping a lot!" Tokiya spat poisonously. "So shut up and go to sleep, for God's sakes! It's not as if I'm exactly happy that I have to sleep here with you either!"

You kidding? Next to the Kirisawa Fuuko, only the most beautiful girl on Earth, Tokiya thought, almost dreamily, before shaking his head frantically. No, no, no, NO!!! Damn these stupid thoughts!

"You think I didn't notice your grumpy face ever since you started unpacking?" Fuuko remarked, sarcastically.

"Kirisawa, I seriously advise you to shut up so we can both get to sleep, you're the one who said you were sleepy."

"Until a certain ice-block came and stole my sleeping place!" Fuuko said, aiming a kick at Tokiya's foot.

"Oh, so now it's your sleeping place? Since when was it your sleeping place? You had to beat up a receptionist for a room!" the Ensui master snapped furiously.

"Do you know how many years I had to wait before I could get a vacation? You're so rich you could go anytime you pleased, you freaking ice-man!"

"There's absolutely no chance of shutting you up, is there?" Tokiya muttered angrily, slapping a palm into his forehead.

"Not unless you move off the bed, grandpa!" Fuuko retorted.

"That does it!" the bishounen sharply titled the wind goddess's chin and pressed his lips roughly to hers.

Hopefully, he thought, it'd keep her silent for the rest of the stinking night.

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Get this straight: Tokiya likes Fuuko but denies it in this fic. Everyone clear? So kissing her wasn't exactly a 100 percent to shut her up alone.

My second ToFuu fic! What do you think? Huh? Huh? Stupid? Sucks? Crap? Brilliant? Retarded? Just drop a review…though I really don't deserve it because I never review thanks to my stupid computer! (Hides away) I'm so embarrassed!