Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: I'm not a fan of this pairing but I thought I'd give it a try. ;3
What do they see in her?
Momoko sighed, brows knit in a glare towards her friend. Miyako was unaware of the redhead's expression, even though she was walking right next to her. Her focus was on the boys and the confessions they made as the girls passed through the courtyard to the school. She tried her hardest to give a concise, yet polite rejection. Occasionally her smile would quiver, aggravated. At these rare moments she turned her face slightly away to hide the ill expression.
When they passed through the school doors, she turned to Momoko and began to chatter about all the things she hoped to do today and what she was and wasn't looking forward to in class. The whole time Momoko watched the blonde critically, as if looking for some clue as to what it was that attracted men to her.
Was it her looks? Her voice? Her personality? Her money? She ran the possibilities through her head, yet none of them seemed quite right.
"Miyako, can I ask you something?"
"Ah, sure Momoko," she blinked. As soon as she answered Momoko grabbed her hand and rushed to the bathroom. She frantically searched the bathroom, relieved that no one but them was there and hoping it would stay that way.
"Can I kiss you?"
Another blink. "Sure, I guess." Miyako smiled and stood still for Momoko.
Momoko drew in a breath dramatically, bringing her lips closer to her friend's. She paused a breath's away, worried someone would catch them, then thought about how if she went through with this, that it would mean her first kiss was from a girl. Weird.
Still, this wasn't about reputation or girls kissing girls. This was investigation. She wondered if she kissed Miyako she would discover something within her, something she, Momoko, lacked.
Momoko inwardly nodded to herself, then smashed her lips to Miyako's. Just as soon as her mouth made impact with her friend's, her tongue prodded. Searching, searching, searching...
She heard the door creak open and wrenched away from her investigation, from Miyako. A girl ambled past them, humming, and entered one of the stalls. Hearing the lock slide into place, Momoko turned to Miyako, who simply dimpled. The kiss didn't mean anything more to her. Momoko had the feeling that the girl only saw it as a friendly kiss. Momoko on the other hand had intended to find something. Somehow she sensed she did find it, but she still couldn't put her finger on it.
Whatever it was, it was making her blush.