Back once again to fanfiction, social life has put a strain on my writing time as it's hard to keep a thought strand with a lot of social attention. I'm delighted with the cosmetic changes has made ^o^. Well on with the show. By the way, part of this was written at 5ish in the morning with no sleep and listening to Skrillex, so thank God for spellcheck XD.

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Untidy, Part II

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The sun was readying to set as the two set up camp. Next to the enchanting source of heat Rita sat on a log, reading one of her previous weapons, Song of Gaia. As Yuri pitched a tent, wind blew across the fields in long gusts. Each one seemingly wanting to screw with Rita's hair. Growling at the grass she contemplated scorching the grass before remembering that it would simply make the wind even more unbearable.

She angrily shut her book closed and crawled inside the half pitched tent. With a questioning glance Yuri asked as he staked the last anchor into the ground, "Whats wrong Rita?"

It was silent for a few moment before she replied, "The winds whats wrong, its messing with my hair and getting in my eyes," It sounded as if she was pouting and Yuri couldn't miss the chance to catch her off guard and see her without her normal aggressive mask. He opened the tent and sure enough, Rita had been siting cross legged pouting with her unkempt hair framing her pale skin.

"Looks like it did do somethin' wrong," Yuri smirked and before Rita could object he had crawled inside the small tent and tried fixing her hair with his hands, "Your hair does not want to listen,"

Rita sat in silence till she asked, "What do you use for your hair? You should let me borrow it," demanding she held out her hand, waiting for Yuri to give her whatever he used to keep his hair so straight.

"Huh?"

She frowned slightly, "Surely you have some sort of brush or even a comb?"

"No..."

"Seriously?" Rita stayed still, contemplating wither or not she should believe the long haired swordsman in front of her. Maybe he had no brush... but maybe he was teasing her by keeping it hidden from her... Rita started thinking before coming to the conclusion that it was the later theory.

The brown haired mage grabbed hold of Yuri's shirt and pulled him to the ground and demanded, "Tell me right now where your brush is.."

"I told you, I don't have one," He smiled lazily as he laid across the hard ground after being pulled down to said ground.

Rita's anger grew more, raising her fist, "Tell me right now or you'll eat a fireball,"

Unexpectedly Yuri sat up and kissed her cheek, "Fine, I'll tell you," but his word were lost on her as she was in a stuttering daze of fragmented words and tell-tale blushing. She didn't even notice Yuri had smoothly slipped something into her pocket before she rose quickly.

"I think I'll be fine" She escaped the tent's small confines with haste before stopping at a nearby tree. She was breathing lightly and her face brushed with red. "That idiot... why'd he do that..." it seemed as if her world was moving too fast for even her advanced mind to keep up with, "Now it'll feel worse when I leave again..."

While she was muttering to herself Yuri approached her slowly, taking his time. As he neared her Rita finally noticed that the cause of her embarrassment had followed her. The swordsman grinned and mentioned offhandedly, "Check your pockets,"

And sure enough as soon as she did she found a brush, white in colour and plain looking with many strands of long violet hair. He took it from her hands and despite the wind's gusts he began to brush her auburn hair into a less disheveled state. "Wow, Rita, you haven't taken care of your hair have you?" Yuri asked her as he had to get rid of tangle after tangle.

"So what if I haven't" She pouted again as Yuri worked on her hair, "And why did I have that brush?"

"Well," Yuri led off as he got one side done, "remember when I kissed your cheek?"

The mention of the incident caused the fiery spell caster to blush again, "Yeah,"

"Well when you were in your own world I put it in your pocket," Yuri smirked, finishing taming Rita's messy locks, "And by the way, your pouting is cute," the violet haired man kissed Rita on the lips quickly, barely a peck, before walking away, leaving the short girl once again a stuttering blushing mess.

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Hope you guys like it, its been so long I don't have a clear idea of how long this chapter is. Please review ^o^