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A one shot. I used English-Dictionary translation. So it may not be so right. And I hope you all will try to imagine, the way the talk in Japanese. Hehhe. They are cute! Pls review!!


Chiba Mamoru takes pride of himself being the man he is. He knows he have many good qualities that all women want. He is a very good-looking man. He had seen the way women came and tried to impress him or the way they had looked at him. Yes, he knew. His ebony black hair and those midnight blue eyes gave him that mysterious kind of look. He was also smart and knowledgeable. His other good qualities is that, unlike other men, he is knows how to keep his apartment neat and know how to cook. Yes, he definitely is the man whom women dream off. But what he is proud of himself is that, although he could have any women he wants, he never used his qualities to take advantage of the other gender. After all, there is only one woman he wanted. Except that he do not know or met her. But he believed that he one day would.

Having lost his parents at a young age and being raised in an orphanage had partly made him who he is now. He is polite, neat, smart and hard working. His life was simple. No confusion, no commotion and boring, one could say, until that is one day a certain blonde Odango Atama had threw her test paper on his head. Not that he ever noticed her before. She obviously is a sight hard to miss. Who wouldn't? A beautiful fifteen years old girl who is always running and screaming "I'm going to be late" or "Give way! Give way!" from her home, down the streets and to school. He knew that she would always hang out at the Arcade. She would always talk to Motoki or played the games, which she would constantly lose. She was so vibrant, so full of life, laughter and joy that she immediately lights up world around her. She definitely, a sight nobody would missed.

He had seen her clumsiness, the way she often trip and falls, and then cry like a baby. He had also seen how caring she is, the way she stepped up to a group of boys who were hurting a cat, which is now hers. He was contented with the habit of noticing her from a distance and had no intention of knowing her. It all changed after that fateful day.

All he had said was about her bad grades, it wasn't meant to be sarcasm. But her reaction to what he said tugs his heart a little. The way she flared at his comments and asked him to mind his own business. The fire that dances in her eyes and the way she blushed slightly, that he had known her test marks. The ways her posture changed, shoulder straight, chin up and walk away. He couldn't help it but think that he like this fiery side of her and he was determined to provoke her more.

He noticed that when she ran through the streets screaming, people do give way to her. It's a normal reaction anyone would do when they saw someone running and screaming, "Give way! I'm late!" Well he was determining to stop that somehow. A scheming idea had came up to him – he would block her path.

Taunting her has now become a habit, a past time. The bantering is now common between the two. He however hated it when she called it "Mamoru baka". But that's what he get for getting on her nerves too much. He never hated her. How could anyone hate her? But he knows that she just can't stand him. But it was worth it, he thinks.

So here he is now, standing by the tree in Juban park for his Odango Atama to come running for school again. When she's nearing, he would just step out in front of her so she would bump into him. Oh and there she is running and closing her eyes to concentrate on her steps only this time he would do something slightly different.

CRASH

"You should at least look when you are running Odango, you could run into someone" he glared at her with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. When she had crash into him he had made sure that he held onto her, so she would fall with him, in his arms.

"Mamoru Baka! If you had seen me you should have given way for me!" she screamed with one hand on his chest while the other poking him near to his color bone.

"I demand an apology Odango" he said calmly, still holding onto her. She seems not to realized their current position now.

"Iiya! (No). Mamoru Baka You Block MY way. You apologize!" she stated firmly.

"You know Odango, it would be easier if you just apologize so you can get to school on time. But we can argue about who should apologize in this comfortable position." He doesn't mind of course.

"Huh?" and she looked at the position they are in, and realized that he was holding onto her waist near to her buttocks. "Mamoru-BAKA! CHIKAN! (Pervert)" and she slapped him across the face before she struggle up and set off running to school. Mamoru sat on the ground, his palm on his cheeks. Well, he deserve it anyway as he looked at the figure that was slowly disappearing his view. He think he already met the only woman he wanted.