Well, after writing 'Falling', i was vaguely inspired to write another 1st person POV. I like this one, actually...
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-sigh-
Stacking shelves is sooooooooo booooooring.
I wish Kakei-san would make Rikuo do more things like this, but Kakei-san puts him up the front to draw in more customers, while I do all the boring, annoying jobs.
I don't know why he puts Rikuo up there, anyways. I think he scares off more customers than he attracts, with his scary glares and his attitude. Except the schoolgirls, of course.
No shortage of those.
Right now he's surrounded by a group of giggling, flirting, showing-off, attention-seeking schoolgirls. They come in every week. I bet they even have their own fan club.
As the venom rises up, I realise what I'm thinking and quickly clamp down on it.
I can't be jealous.
Not of that.
Ah, shelves.
This clinical, bright, orderly world. So different to what I left behind.
And the people – so different to who I left behind.
I wonder sometimes. If I were to leave here, would I miss it as much as I miss the place I've already left behind?
I allow myself a quick glance over in the direction of my co-worker. The girls have moved to the register, and Rikuo is ringing up their purchases. I can't help but glare a little as one of them brushes her hand against his. I guess I was glaring more than a little though, because Rikuo noticed and is now smirking at me from across the store.
I quickly go back to restocking the shelf, aware that my cheeks are already starting to burn.
Stupid cheeks.
They do that all on their own, no matter what look he's giving me.
And not even when Saiga is teasing me (well, okay, not as much when Saiga teases me), or when Kakei-san makes me do something embarrassing (actually, that's a lie. Kakei-san makes me do horrible things…).
I used to think it was because only Rikuo would do the most obscene things he does to me. But then… I wasn't so sure.
I'm not exactly sure when it happened, but after a while… I realised.
I realised that I sort of see him as special.
I'm more annoyed at him when he's a jerk to me, than when anyone else is.
But when he's nice to me, it also makes me happier than when anyone else is.
I don't know – I mean, I haven't been around that many people – but… I don't think it's supposed to make you feel kinda warm and fuzzy just because someone has ruffled your hair.
He does that to me.
And I don't know why.
Gyaaaa!
I jump violently before realising it's just Rikuo who is standing beside me, his warm breath tickling me ear, because he is leaning too close.
Just Rikuo.
I wish I could see him as just Rikuo.
"Getting jealous were we?" he asks me in that damn irritating taunting voice of his.
"No. Get away from me, you jerk."
"Aw, don't be jealous. You know I like you more than any of those girls, Kaza-chan."
Kaza-chan? He's… he's never called me anything like that before.
Damn. I think I like it.
"Don't call me that, bakemono."
Of course, instead of stepping away, he moves closer, that bastard.
Damn, my face is all red now, and I feel all warm.
Or maybe that's just because I have a big warm lug leaning on my back.
"With a temper like yours, I don't think I'm the-"
Kakei-san interrupts his soft whisperings in my ear – thank God – to tell us that we can flirt later, but we have to work now.
Wait… who was flirting?.!
Not me!
Never me.
Because I'd die before I ever let him know.
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-:- 'Bakemono' means 'monster'
should i do another chapter from Rikuo's point of view?