Disclaimer: God, I wish I owned Tasuki. Just ONE DAY is all I would need with him to- (-Smiles sheepishly-) I'm just gonna shut up and move on.

I know I said I was gonna do Gone For Good next, but I snuck on the computer at 11:55 PM, it's now 2:32 AM, and I just had a sudden urge to write a pointless story before I pass out and wake up in my bed. Hey, look on the brightside! Now you know I'm not dead, AND that I'm still alive! (that made no sense.) oh well. Just be happy that I'm back.

So, without further ado (not that there was much anyway)

ONTO THE STORY!

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"Why? Why do I hate girls? Hmm, let me think 'bout this..."

Tasuki started rubbing his hands together, as if he were trying to warm himself up.

Maybe he's cold. That would make sense. It is only 28 Degrees F outside.

I walked to the door and closed it, then tossed a blanket at the bandit.

"There. Now answer. No distractions."

He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. I looked down at my knees, blushing furiously, because- Suzaku only knows why.

Maybe he wasn't cold. Maybe I'm just crazy.

I looked back up. He was still staring at me with that evil, one eyebrow up, you're crazy, I hate y- no wait, that wasn't in there. One more group of words describing it...Got it. I'm cold.

"Are you cold?" I asked sheepishly.

He raised his other eyebrow and looked at me quizically, a half-amused smile perched confidently on his perfect lips.

Stop that!

Suddenly, it hit me like a snowball in the middle of winter.

God, what is my obsession with cold stuff?

I glared at him, the same smile on my own lips.

"You're trying to melt my heart and keep me warm," I said. My eyes widened as he threw his head back and laughed out loud.

I'm crazy.

"No, ya moron! I'm trying ta make ya forget 'bout yer quest'n!"

I was taken aback. "What question?" Suddenly, it hit me, like a sno-

THINK OF SUMMER!

"Right," I said quickly. "I knew that. I did. I really did. STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!"

"Like what?"

"Like that evil, one eyebrow up, you're crazy, I hate y- no wait, that's not in there. I'm cold, stare!"

"How c'n it be 'I'm cold'?

"Duh! Cuz you're cold!"

Tasuki glanced outside, then smiled a way too smug smile. I wanted to just run over there and smack him, then kiss it all better. He has that effect on people.

"How c'n I be cold in tha middle of summer?" He just had to point that out, didn't he?

"You just had to point that out, didn't you?"

He nodded his head, then grinned a fang-bearing grin. I suddenly remembered the whole reason I had dragged him over here. I stood up, walked over to him, and poked him. Hard. Right in the middle of the forehead. You know, the one place where it doesn't hurt to get poked in. I should have just kicked him. Hard. Right in the middle of the- I'm not even gonna go there.

"Why don't you like girls?" I asked, taking advantage of the wave of seriousness that had momentarily washed over me. It would be gone in 5...4...3...

And that's exactly when he would answer.

"I already told ya." Did I call that or what?

I thought. I can't think. God, I hate him. He always does this to me.

"No you didn't."

"Yeah, I did."

"No, you didn't."

"YEAH, I DID!"

"YEAH YOU- UGH! NO YOU DIDN'T!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The whole cabin shook.

"Oh yeah? Then what did I say?"

"You said-" I stopped talking when the triumphant smirk spread across his face for the fifth time in half an hour. Then, I realized we had been at this same game for half an hour. I was fed up.

"I don't wanna play anymore," I stated poutedly, (Is that even a word?) walking up to his comfy chair and standing one foot in front of it.

"Play what?"

"Just answer the question."

Tasuki stood up and moved forward till his face was half an inch away from my own. He grabbed my shoulders, kissed me sweetly, then smiled again.

"I don't," He answered then walked back to the front door and opened it. Before he left, he turned to face me again. "Hafta answer that question."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. Before I had the chance to run after him, he was gone. Again.

"Ugh! I HATE YOU!" I shouted.

His voice echoed from outside.

"I HATE YA TOO!"

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Owari.

It was REALLY pointless, but kinda cute. I think so, anyway. Not much humor in it. Check out my other stories, cuz they are ALL better than this.