Newlywed Arguments
"What about this color?" Tsukiushi held out a color swatch. "It's called... French Vanilla White." Tsukasa took the swatch. "It's the fourth color."
Tsukasa frowned. "All I see is white. Their all the same Tsukushi!"
"No their not. The first is Eggshell White, and this second one is White Sand, and then the third is-"
"Enough! Pick whatever color you want," he growled, already tired of this. "Remind me again why you won't let me hire an interior designer to do the room?"
She huffed. "Because there's no reason to waste money on hiring someone when we are perfectly capable of doing it ourselves. Plus it will mean more. We're newlyweds after all."
Tsukasa sighed angrily. "But why did I have to come to this commoner's store?"
Tsukushi ignored the commoner part. "It's our room. You'll be sleeping there too," she pointed out. "Although if you keep acting this way you won't be for long..." she muttered.
He glared at her.
"Ok now for the trimming, what do you think about red?"
"Sounds fine to me."
She held up two different colors. "Robin Red or Brick Red?"
He pointed at the right. "Robin Red."
Tsukushi frowned. "I think the Brick Red would go better with the French Vanilla White though."
"You're right," he answered.
He remembered what Akira and Soujiro had said about agreeing with women instead of arguing. Now he never listened to those idiots but in this case he just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
Surprised that he was being so agreeable now Tsukushi raised an eyebrow. "Now for the floors."
Tsukasa threw his hands up in defeat.
This nightmare will never end! he thought.
"I'm leaving!" He stomped off and out of the aisle.
Such a spoiled brat, she thought and rolled her eyes. He has the patience of a four year old.
A few moments later the same brat came stomping back and didn't even look at Tsukushi as he stood next to her with his arms crossed.
"Back so soon?" she teased.
"I couldn't find the damn exit in this stupid commoner store," he snarled.
She smiled at him. "And I'm sure people ran away from you when you tried to ask for directions."
He didn't even acknowledge her statement which was fine because Tsukushi knew she was right.
"Don't stand there like a spoiled brat and pout Tsukasa."
All he did was scowl harder at the rug samples on the other side of the aisle.
Tsukushi sighed. "Fine. Let's make a deal."
He perked up and finally glanced at her.
"We still have to pick out what we want. But, we can hire painters to do the room."
"That's it?"
"I'll let you pick out the bed when we go mattress shopping," she added.
He thought about it and smirked. "Deal. We need the perfect bed after all. One that suits all our needs." He hugged her from behind.
She had a bad feeling about what she had just agreed to.
"Soo we may have to try a couple of them out. Too make sure they...qualify." He nuzzled her neck.
She ferociously blushed at what he was insinuating. "M-maybe we could just hire that interior decorator."
"Nope. No turning back now. How 'bout we go home now and see what's wrong with our own bed?" He put an arm around her shoulder and ushered her out of the aisle.
"Baka! Stop it you octopus head!" she yelled.
Tsukasa finally did stop after a while only to shout, "Where the hell is the exit in this place?!"
She wiggled out of his grasp. "We'll just hire the designer!" It was her turn to stomp off and Tsukasa followed her as she left the store to their car.
He smirked in victory the whole drive home.
She frowned realizing what he had done. Who would have known he would know what reverse psychology was?
But I bet he still can't say it, she joked.
When they arrived home she got out of the car and closed the door only to be met with Tsukasa's lips. He gently pushed her body against the side of the car.
"Don't be such a spoiled brat," he murmured with a smile.
Tsukushi pouted. But when he bent down to kiss her again she didn't mind what had happened so much.
AN: Another chapter for all those Hana Yori Dango/ Boys Over Flowers fans!