Chapter Two
PINAAATA!
Torture.
That is the only word I can use to describe my life.
My eyes darkened as I looked over the familiar contents of my closet. So. Many. Damn. Dresses. Of course, Aoi just has to rub it in by saying "I thought it would be nice to give you a choice,"
Oohhh he's gonna pay.
I smiled evilly at my plan, checking the grocery list for things to get after school:
One box of macaroni,
26 boxes of Poptarts,
Three pairs of basketball shorts
I looked at the dress I choose for the day. I sighed. At least he had the mercy of no pink.
The abomination of my picking today was blue, with a vest top and straight bottom, adorned with a criss-cross lace pattern flowing around the waistline. The bottom of it was bare, leaving no decoration on it. I only chose it because it seemed like the least painful to wear. It also had pockets.
As I slipped the dress on, I put the grocery list in the pocket (I have a horrible memory,) and slipped on the flats.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and smirked.
"Prepare for hell, Aoi,"
OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO
Let me give you a lesson, students.
Don't try to sneak into school.
Especially if someone knows where you are, live, and where your closet is.
Hint freakin hint.
"Ah~ The blue dress today, I see," Aoi walked out from behind a tree (Why can't he just stand there?) and leaned against the gate. I froze, and glared at him with all the might of hell and fury.
Diddly that did.
"When will you give up, Aoi?" I asked. He sighed and tutted.
"You know that's a stupid question, right?"
"Couldn't hurt,"
I stood up straighter and walked through. I always made sure to choose the east gate, because nobody ever walked through there. Plus, it was closer to my house, and everyone always went with the north.
I was about to get through the gates of hell until Satan himself stopped me.
"What?" I said to Aoi, who had a look of disbelief on his face.
"You…really?" He asked. I followed his gaze down towards my left arm, where a shiny blue ribbon was wrapped around it.
"What?" I asked again, "I thought this was how you were supposed to wear it,"
Aoi grunted in frustration and grabbed my arm, quickly unwrapping the ribbon.
"No sense as a woman," He said to himself, "Don't even know how to wear a ribbon correctly," This was one of those times when he looked pretty again. His lashes were long, his skin was soft, and his dark hair looked so silky. I could admire him. I could admire him as a work of art, something of beauty.
But that was my difference. I didn't –wasn't able to- let my hormones get in the way of observing beauty. When I saw someone pretty, I saw them as a walking Adonis, or a living-and-breathing Mona Lisa. This was why I didn't blush in Aoi's photo.
I simply saw him as art.
"Here," He said, holding the ribbon up to my neck, "This is where it goes,"
Aoi slowly wrapped the ribbon around my neck, not too tightly, finishing it off with a bow in the back. I instinctively reached up to touch it; it was perfectly done. This guy, as much as I hated to admit it, was good.
Not that he'd ever hear that, though.
"There we go," Aoi said.
One minute passed.
Another second passed.
I rose an eyebrow. Shouldn't he be taking his hands off by now? They weren't supposed to linger on my neck for this long….maybe he was just in one of those 'daze' moments. I get those a lot.
"Um…Aoi?" I said. He just stood there, until he started leaning closer. His hands enclosed the back of my neck, one tangling my short hair. I automatically started to slowly lean back. Aoi kept going forward, sliding one hand around my arm and waist, until his breath was on my lips:
"Aoi. Stop it. You don't know what you're doing," I said.
He snapped back in an instant.
"Whaaa…?" He said, still out of it. His face flushed. I glared at him.
"Pervert," I said.
"Uh…." He didn't even respond. Instead he just wobbled, then fell to the side, until I caught him.
"Aoi? Are you okay?" I asked. He was burning up, a red face, and he was visibly trying to hold back coughs.
"Hn…Get to school, Ruth," He said in his very Aoi-like tone. I let out an unamused, barking laugh.
"Screw school, you're sick! Don't worry, I remember the address for your home. I'll take you there,"
Aoi smiled as I hoisted him onto my back, "You're…strong…" He said, "Thank you,"
I smirked, "No problem,"
OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO
I quickly hopped up the stairs and into Aoi's bedroom, laying his flushed form on the sheets. I removed his jacket to reveal a white shirt underneath.
"God Aoi…and you're always calling me stupid," I placed a cool cloth on his forehead. He wheezed out breaths, but they evened in a moment, showing me that he was sleeping.
I smiled, "Good, you're asleep,"
This was yet another moment of his beauty. Even with a sick face, he was still gorgeous.
I couldn't help it. I reached for the paper from his printer, pulling out a sheet and stealing at pencil. Then I began to draw him. It was only a rough sketch, but I was satisfied with it either way. At least it captured his essence.
I chuckled to myself. We were both each other's models now.
I yawned as I continued sketching. I only barely managed to get the "By Ruth" in after writing Aoi's first and last name with an arrow pointing to him before I crashed on the floor, exaughsted. It had been a while since I carried someone up a flight of freakin stairs.
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Nobody P.O.V.
Aoi slowly woke up after about an hour of being put down. He moaned as he rose, looking around. This is my room, he thought, but who brought me he- oh jeez,
He looked at the sprawled out form on the ground, where Ruth slept, snoring the day away.
"Ladies don't snore," Aoi said to himself. He smiled nonetheless and leaned his chin on his elbow, staring at her. And men don't dress up in pink, either, he thought again, God she's cute.
"Mmm…octopus…yummy….octopus…" Ruth mumbled. Aoi had to suppress a loud bark of laughter. He didn't want to wake her up.
Ruth shifted, pushing a piece of paper into Aoi's point of view. He looked down towards it, seeing a drawing of him sleeping. His eyes grew wide.
Aoi snatched up the paper, running his sight over the precise lines and detail in the drawing, "She's…amazing…" He said to himself, "She drew this?"
He looked down where Ruth had written his name with an arrow pointing to his figure, and signed the drawing with hers. Aoi narrowed his eyes for a moment in confusion, then had to suppress another laughing fit.
Apparently Ruth didn't quite know how to write proper Japanese yet. Ruth had only written his last name, and miswrote his first name so much that it looked like 'Ruth'.
In other words, it looked like she had written 'Ruth Hyoudou'.
"You're not my wife, Ruth," Aoi said, smirking. He looked down at the sleeping girl, and reached a hand down to stroke her lips, "Yet,"
OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO
Ruth P.O.V.
I woke with a start, realizing that I had just fallen asleep in my enemy's room. I quickly looked around, knowing that I had to escape unless I wanted to be tortured and interrogated. The enemy would wake up, and wonder I was still there.
"Mmmm…" I heard a moan from my stomach. I looked down.
The enemy had woken. I repeat: THE ENEMY HAS WOKEN!
"Mmm…Oh, hey Ruth," Aoi said sleepily with his head on my stomach. I noticed that I was still lying down, but had a blanket draped over me and Aoi. Said Aoi was still laying there like he was freakin queen of Ruth's abdomen in the land of It-don't-matter-cause-I'm-a-cross-dresser.
"Aoi…" I said slowly, "Why are you sleeping there?"
Aoi looked down, and looked at me, like he did nothing wrong, "I don't know. I must have fallen out of bed,"
Oh I'm about to murder this guy.
"And why is the blanket around us?"
"I must have been clutching onto it so tightly that it got dragged down too,"
I sighed, "If you say so,"
Later On…
I said goodbye to Aoi and went back to my house. Once inside, I sighed at the familiar feeling of cold air and was met with the sudden cravings for ramen.
"Raameeen," I said, and began walking over to the pantry, then stopped. "No, if you have ramen, it will give you gas tomorrow, and you can't play basketball. Bad Ruth,"
I trudged sadly to my bedroom, flopping on my bed and staring at the ceiling. My mind flashed back to when I first came to that school, and had to say my name.
"A last name is really hard to pick," I said to myself, "Wonder what it should be?"
I turned over on my side, and almost went to sleep, until-
RIIIINNGGG!
"Really?" I said, and got the phone. "Hello?"
"Ruth, it's me!"
"AOI? How did you get this number?"
"I got it when I snuck into your house and changed all your clothing. Might as well have, right?"
"…I won't even bother answering that, Whaddya want?"
There was a long pause, then his quiet voice answered,
"Yo- uh…heh…Many, many things. But that's not important. What's important is the fact that I think you're in danger,"
I froze. Danger. If he meant real danger, then I didn't know what I'd do. I started to smile.
Would I get to fight?
"Aaaand, what kind of danger?" I asked, trying not to sound happy. Aoi spoke again.
"There's a man who keeps walking around my house. When I went out there and asked him to stop it, he grabbed me by the shoulders and asked for you in really bad japanese. I-I have no idea what to do!"
My muscles tensed, and the smile grew on my face, "Did he look strong?"
"What?!"
"Don't misunderstand. Did he look like he could easily beat you up?"
"He looked like he could easily kill me,"
By now my grin was easily stretched to my ears. I would get a fight now. A damn good one. My muscles and veins were pulsing with excitement.
"Aoi…" I said.
"What?"
"Tell my cousin to get his butt over here,"
Author's Note!
So, this chappie was a little rushed, but I'm not in the mood to care. At the moment I am tired yet still staying up. Please, please, please give me ideas! I already have a preview for you, so work from that:
"So…let me get this straight….you're going to Australia?"
I nodded at Aoi, "Yep,"
"Why?!"
"It's the family business," I said as I loaded bullets into my machine gun. Aoi looked at me with worry.
"W-What's the family business?"
"Didn't you know?" I asked, "My father's a hit man,"
