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0—Comfortably Confused—0

"Who the hell do you think you are, Shirahama?" Kisara, the eighth deadly fist of Ragnarok slammed her leg into the stomach of the unsuspecting male, anger written all over her elfish features. "You were supposed to meet me up here half an hour ago!"

"Ugh?" Kenichi took the blow with surprising ease, though he would admit that it still hurt like a bear, and quickly straightened himself. "Hey, don't blame me! If there's anyone to blame in such a situation, it'd be you! Your map had me going half-way across the city! Learn to make better maps if you want me to be punctual!"

"Hmph." The fuchsia haired teen grunted before pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the railing, her head angled away from him completely.

Great…He sighed. She's sulking now… "Come on Kisara…You know that I didn't mean to show up so late…" He stared at her turned back for a few seconds longer before shaking his head in exasperation.

Really, she threw him a whole slew of different signals. One moment she'd be warm and laugh a lot, acting as any normal teenaged girlfriend would. Other times she'd be her in her fighter mode, where she'd make fun of him and just be mean all around, provoke him and start fights. Then there was this one…The one that confused him to no end. What did she want him to do? He knew that she didn't like him touching her without permission, so instead he simply climbed up onto the rail as well and just sat. Not touching. Not speaking. Simply sitting there.

It seemed as if it were the right thing to do because no longer than a moment's time she was leaning against him, her jade green eyes locked on the looming moon. "Kenichi..?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever change, ya hear me?"

"..." It was things like that that never ceased to amaze him. How could she be so sentimental yet still appear to be the toughest female he knew? "Don't worry. I don't think that I'd be able to even if I tried." I'm surely not going to understand you ever, Kisara, he sighed with a sweat drop appearing at the back of his head.

"Hmph." She glanced up at him, their eyes meeting for a moment. A smile melted across her lips, before hastily leaping to her feet and pumping her fists into the air. "Alright, I'm up for some ramen!" She glanced off to meet his gaze and gave him a thumb up. "It's all on you, right?"

The male pulled out his wallet and sighed at the small amount of funds. Oh well, he couldn't very well tell her no. She'd just do something that would confuse him even more. He wouldn't yet be ready for that to happen when he could barely keep up with her now! But don't fret; he was comfortable…As long as it was with her, his fiery girlfriend who could kick his ass more times than he could count.

0—Comfortably Confused/End—0

A/N: just an idea that I had…