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Not many things annoyed Yukiko Misaki, she could make a joke about pretty much anything; she could laugh at even her own stupid mistakes. There was only one thing she despised. Whenever she wanted something she worked through hell and high waters to get it, she hated being denied, she hated being told no. Was it a childish pet-peeve? Of course it was, but she would cling to that flaw for as long as she could. Peering through the gate she let out a deep, annoyed sigh for the umpteenth time. The brunette that sat behind her finally decided to question her unusual melancholy behavior.

"Yukiko?" Shinra called out, taking a swig from the water bottle in his hands.

"Hm?" she whined out, not bothering to turn towards him. "What?"

"You never like watching those two fight." he stated, standing up and stepping into line beside him. "Why are you watching now?"

She let out a frustrated groan and crossed her arms firmly over her flat chest, stomping her foot on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. Yukiko lifted her arm, pointing a finger at the raven haired teen that was dodging ever punch her blonde friend threw. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance as she pouted and forced out a murmured.

"He gets a reaction out of Shizuo so easily, I have to work so god damn hard to get more than a grunt or a 'You're annoying.'" She dropped to the ground, crossing her legs as well. "Why is it so easy for him..."

"Would you rather Shizuo hate you?" There was a small pause of silence. "Could it be that... You are jealous that Izaya takes his attention away from you?"

There was a hint of a smirk on the future doctor's face, waiting for a flushed face and a quick denial from the child like girl.

"Exactly!" That caught Shinra by surprise, his eyes widened at her honesty. Did she actually mean that? She turned to face him, her eyes filled with no sadness but pure irritation once more throwing the intelligent teen into a loop. "I have to work to get his attention! Izaya gets it by using that smug face of his!"

For a moment, the elder male wondered if the girl in front of him truthfully didn't get the hint he was dropping. Her mind couldn't possibly be so innocent and oblivious; she was the one who would scold people for being dense. 'Hypocrite.' He thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Yukiko hopped back up to her feet, grasping tightly onto the gate in front of him. She really was jealous, but jealous of Izaya? Suddenly, a pair of auburn eyes stared up at her; she flinched at the eye contact and at the mischievous grin on his face as he waved cheerfully up at him, a second pair of eyes quickly followed. Yukiko felt a strange surge of anger at that moment and stuck her tongue out, flipping him the bird and watched him laugh at her even though she couldn't hear it.

"Go to hell!" she screeched down, gaining the attention of a few bystanders that were watching the fight. Yukiko grabbed a piece of sushi from her bento box and threw it at him, watching him move gracefully out of the way. "I hope Shizuo kicks your ass!"

Shizuo's attention was drawn away from Izaya for a moment, giving him the time to slip past him and run back into the school building. Even at such a high distance she could still heard the blonde screaming the shorter boy's name before chasing after him. Yukiko let out her own annoyed little screech and dropped back to the ground, glancing at Shinra who was clutching his side in pain from laughter. She quirked a brow at him and stuck out her lower lip, even if he didn't say it, she knew he was laughing at her.

"Shinra what's so funny?"

"Y-You are," he choked on his laughter, covering his mouth in an attempt to calm himself. Ending in failure.

"I think he means to say you are attached to Shizu-chan like a child to her mom."

Yukiko glared at the sickeningly sweet voice coming behind her, she angled her head back and met the same eyes that stared at her from behind a windowsill only two weeks ago. She frowned when he smiled sweetly down at her, she couldn't find a single scratch on him.

"Looks like I am the one looking down at you this time."

She was trying to plot something already but the only thing she could think of was… pull his pants down but that would probably kill Shinra from laughter… that and she didn't have a camera.

"For your information," Yukiko forced out through gritted teeth and a million dollar, yet painfully obvious, fake smile. She rose from the ground. ", I'm not attached to Shizuo-san."

They had a small staring contest, she didn't mind smiling at him but his smile sent shivers down her smile. It was full of such malicious intent that she could almost feel him staring right through her. She tried to side step him, but he blocked her. She tried again and once more failed. Left. Block. Right. Block.

"Could you please excuse me, Orihara-san?"

"No, I don't think I will Yukiko-chan." Yukiko ran her tongue over her teeth. "You crave Shizu-chan's attention, don't you?"

"Not really," she began, flipping her bangs out of her face. ", it's just fun to be around him."

"Fun to be around a monster?"

"Watch yourself, Orihara."

There was a tense silence. Why she was defending the blonde boy she didn't understand, it was probably just because she needed some sort of entertainment and figuring out the strongest teen in Raijin was quite the puzzle to solve. The knowing look in the boy's eyes made her nervous, like if he knew something about her she didn't. It bothered her, he bothered her. He saw through her childish ways and mocked her with it with a single stare. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and their return to class. Her arm shot out, shoving him sideways so she could get past him.

"See you in class Shinra!" she called backwards as she went down the stairs, glaring at her feet the entire time. In a matter of minutes she made it into her classroom and sat among her trio of old friends, putting on her usual cheerful smile. "Hey guys! Wanna play a game?"

"A game?" One of the girls in her table asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"What are the rules?" A boy asked.

"How do you play?"

The hidden feelings among two of the three was adorable in Yukiko's eyes. She seriously needed something to get her mind off the annoying pest whose voice was still ringing in her mind. Excitement, anxiousness and knowing all in one tiny game. Of course, she would never be the one on the other side; she would always be the challenger, watching from a distance at the results that would unfold. It was almost funny how oblivious people around her were about their feeling, that's why she felt that it was in her right as a friend to give the occasional nudge and shove towards the right direction. How would she do this though? With one of her favorite past times: mind games.

"The game is called Player." The tension grew around them; the heat that rushed to their faces was instant. "First one to fall in love loses!"