Move!
"Niou."
"What."
"Hi."
"Hi...?"
"You're in the way."
"Well then."
"Move."
"No."
"I said move."
"What if I said you were in MY way? Would you move?"
"Hell no."
"Exactly."
"Move, Niou. This box is heavy."
For a boy built like a 25 year old body builder, this box of heavy tennis rackets would be no problem. But for an average built 14 year old girl managing a team of nine 13-15 year old boys, this was a bit difficult.
"No."
"I'll call you Niyon."
"That would seriously suck."
"Niyon. Niyon. Niyon."
"I'll call you Piyon forever."
"That's not even close to my name."
"Yeah, so? It rhymes with Niyon. And considering that name is pretty gay in itself, it'll make you look gay too."
"..."
"..."
"MOVE, NIYON."
"SHUT UP, PIYON."
Her face showed her clear aggravation with Niou and her hands began to shake a little bit from the weight of the box. "I hope you drop the box."he thought. No way in hell was he going to move, there had been so many times when she had annoyed him that it was finally time to get her back. Well, rather than finally, just another opportunity to bother her that day. She tried to walk around him, but no matter what, he stepped directly in front of her again. What she didn't notice was that he was getting closer and closer to her...
"Niou-kun, it's our turn to play." called the handsome gentlemen.
"Ah. Coming, Yagyuu. See you, darling."
"Don't call me that, it gives me the creeps."
"I thought so." He was going to simply walk around her, but to his slight surprise, she quickly and carefully set down the box and jumped in front of him.
"Move, girl." Niou was a man of status. He could handle the situation calmly, right?
Wrong.
She did the same irritating action as him, stepping directly in front of him whenever he tried to move. From at least 2 courts away all you could hear was "MOVE, PIYON!" "YOU MOVE, NIYON!" Finally, when he couldn't take it any longer, he picked her up and carried her with him, including his racket in his right hand and her in his left arm over his shoulder. She kicked him lightly at first as a sign to "Let me go, asshole!" Of course, he wasn't about to let her go, so she started really kicking him. Hard.
"Ouch! What the hell, girl?! You should have moved!" Before Niou went down the stairs to the courts, Niou dropped his racket and picked her up like a child and looked her right in the eyes.
"MOVE, PIYON!"
"SHUT UP, NIYON!"
Bump.
Niou felt himself lose his balance and rush of fear came over him as he started to fall forward. Her eyes got wide as he mouth opened slightly from sudden movement. As quickly as he could, Niou flipped himself around so he'd be the one to take the fall. He held her tightly as he went down the stairs.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
It hurts. The stairs are hitting my head.
Was he hurt?
Not really. He didn't land too harshly either, and she was safe.
Did he know that? Naw. Letting his concerned side show for the moment he asked, "H-hey! Are you okay?!"
Shaking, she quickly grabbed him and hugged him. "F-freaking moron! That was so scary! Don't pick me up if you're going to do something stupid!"
She's not hurt.
Good.
Niou let his silver hair ruffle into hers as he held her back, sitting at the bottom of the stairs, both shaking a bit.
"A little shy, hm, Piyon?"
Her cheeks flushed a light pink. "Shut up, Niyon."
X~OMAKE~X
Sanada: What are you doing?! TARUNDAROU! (bitch slap of doom)
Niou: Che che che che che!! Ouch!!
So how was it? If you could leave a review on how I did with my first actual attempt at writing (that I decided to publish), I'd really appreciate it~~ ^^