A/N: So yeah… A little Yata/Seri oneshot; the first one to be precise, so please let me know what you think!
Please read and enjoi!
Disclaimer: I don't own K.
0—Women—0
"You actually like that slop?"
The little HOMRA member was starting to grate on her nerves. Awashima Seri's eye twitched as the young man who sat beside her at the bar watched her drink her usual cocktail with a couple of scoops of red bean paste with avid attention and disgust.
Ever since he's walked through those doors a few minutes earlier, he's been hounding her for her choice of drink—well, more like the contents within said drink—not relenting until she acknowledged him. How she regretted even glancing at the short brunette skateboarder…
"It is not slop." She responded coolly, carefully angling her body away from him. She used this time to wind down from her work, but the irritating brat only continued to pester her!
"Not slop? You've got red bean paste in your drink!" Yata exclaimed, cringing as she took another gulp of their subject. "What the hell do those blues teach you over there?"
The blonde's fingers popped audibly, trying to make eye contact with Izumo in order to ask the bar owner what she owed. The slippery bastard managed to ignore her despite the fact that she was the only patron!
"Oi! Are you listening, Tsundora no Onna?" Yata frowned. The blonde was ignoring him. He leaned in a little closer. "Oi! Stop ignoring me, Seri!"
That. Was. IT! The woman slammed her emptied glass on the counter, and climbed to her feet, taking on the aura of the lieutenant that she was. She rose to imposing heights, her azure hues chilling. Her hand shot out and grabbed a hold of the teen's shirt, dragging him up so that his widened eyes were level with her own. "Never speak my name." She snarled. "Never assume that it is alright for you to be so familiar with me, Yatagarasu!"
Misaki struggled for a few moments, not willing to use any of his powers to aid him. After a couple of moments of inevitable failure, he slumped in the air, his eyes flashing dangerously as he returned the female's glare. After discovering that being tightlipped over the matter wouldn't get him down any faster, he finally opened his mouth. "Whatever." He grunted with a scowl.
"Humph. Good." Awashima released the male, before turning around and grabbing her purse. "I'll pay you next time, Izumo-san." She called over her shoulder.
"Ne, Yata-chan, I thought that you had trouble talking to women?" Kusanagi piped up from his place behind the bar, after giving the retreating female a nod.
The chestnut haired male released a loud snort. "Who ever said that I consider that shemale to be a woman?" He sneered before slouching back into his seat.
"…Ne, Yata-chan?"
"What?"
"Seri-chan is standing right behind you."
Yata barely had a chance to spin around in his seat before he was eating cement.
…He really had no luck with women.
0—Women/End—0
A/N: Please let me know how I did! This was typed up pretty fast because I didn't have much time, so if there were any mistakes, sorry!
Anyways, thanx for reading!