Title: Highlights on Her Hair

Summary: Takako, Shuuya, kissing. Uhm, really?

Rating: T (for the swearing)

Genre: Humor, Friendship, Romance

Oh the sky is blue. The weather is perfect; the grass is green. The wind is blowing on my pretty hair and I can hear the music of the earth in my ears—

"Fancy seeing you here Nanahara."

-lalalala, life is good, life is awesome, life is perfect, the soccer boys are hot—

Takako only rolled her eyes at the sight of Shuuya Nanahara pretending to be trapped at some virtual reality where she wasn't included. Not that she wanted to be included in it—she thought he looked stupid enough in his imagining—but she wasn't exactly fancying the idea that Shuuya Nanahara was apparently here (wherever here was) with her, and so she wanted to do something about it.

Once again, the sprinter cleared her throat to announce her presence. She hated being ignored.

"Fancy seeing you here Nanahara…again."

Shuuya heaved a sigh. With his eyes still closed, he told The Intruder, "Fancy seeing you here too, Chigusa…except that my eyes are closed."

Of course, Takako preferred that those doe eyes of Shuuya's would never open again and see the beauty of the world/her face but what kind of life would she ever live, if Shuuya Nanahara was good as gone.

So what she did was she carefully held her breath and peered closer and closer to his face. She debated doing this but as she studied Shuuya's face closer, his lips plump and almost pouting and she was already this close, she decided that she knew, oh so knew, it would feel good—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~!"

-to scare him to death. To prove her point, if anyone even dared doing that to her, she'd punch the living daylights out of that person and he or she (Takako was a liberal woman and was against gender discrimination) would pay much more than what was bargained.

Good thing Shuuya was a pansy; he would only scream and he would only—hmm, that was interesting, Takako mused.

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?"

While Takako continued her musing, Shuuya was still on the verge of recovering. His breathing ragged and he could even feel his pulse pumping in and out of his skin. Takako only continued to stare.

Unfortunately for him, Shuuya could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. It was even more unfortunate that Takako was witnessing it with an expression on her face like she was watching Shinji getting naked—interested, but she knew how it would all go down (she had seen it way too many times).

Then again, she couldn't exactly blame him, right? Scary or not, man eater or not, girlfriend of his best friend or not, there was no mistaking that Takako was a beautiful girl (it was universal law) and so it would only feel natural for him to be—to be, uhm—to be aroused when someone as beautiful would try to kiss him!

"I wasn't planning to kiss you…"

Shuuya only looked like a deer caught in headlights. He was horrified and then embarrassed and then horrified again with the implications of his train of thoughts.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? WHY THE HELL WAS I AROUSED? WHEN THE HELL DID TAKAKO BECOME BEAUTIFUL? WHO THE HELL POISONED MY BRAIN?

WHERE AM I…AM I DEAD?

"…but you were waiting for it, were you?"

That only answered his question that he was very much still alive.

"FUCK NO! What the—why are you even doing this Chigusa? You go on with your life making me suffer like I did something wrong!"

Takako snorted. "Yes you did, news flash. Why are you even here on the bleachers?"

Shuuya was irked at the fact that his lungs along with his larynx—nasopharynx, esophagus—practically his whole respiratory system—were already on the verge of breaking and combusting while Takako remained uninterested with things in general while cursing and cussing him like she always did.

It was always like this; he'd never win against her like she was some sort of tyrannical, dictatorial government with the face and the grace of a monarch. Shuuya would disclaim afterwards that all allusions to Takako being beautiful was purely called for by his provoked hormones alone.

"Oh I must have missed that 'In Memory of Takako Chigusa'—"

"That's because no matter how much this would hurt you Shuuya Nanahara, I am still alive and fully capable to kick your ass off MY bleachers and let you know it's mine—"

"Then Takako, oh for the love of Buddha's angels, Miss Takako Chigusa, can I crash and borrow some space? Just a tiny weeny bit for my sorry ass?"

If anything, Shuuya's desperate voice surprised Takako even though she wouldn't admit it. There was something in his voice—it sounded pleading, like he was in some turmoil and he badly needed help and that he was waiting an answer, any answer, from…the beautiful scenery of the sweaty soccer boys.

Takako sighed. "So who is it?"

Shuuya only looked at her very confused. "Who is who?"

It was only then that Takako decided to sit on the/her bleachers and then only afterwards did she decide to allow Shuuya a tiny weeny bit of space for his sorry ass. "You're heartbroken, right?"

The rockstar only looked far ahead, and sharply avoided the sprinter's gaze. For one, he wouldn't want to see any mockery in those piercing eyes; he was actually a little grateful for her interest-potentially-turning-into-sympathy because he kind of needed it.

"Not really…" said Shuuya in a small voice.

"Then who is it? It's not…?"

Takako paused, looked at Shuuya intriguingly and then, "…it's not Kawada right?"

And just when he thought that Takako actually had a beating heart inside of her, she definitely proved by that statement that there was no space, even a tiny weeny bit of his sorry ass, for him in her heart. Again, not that he wanted to (Shuuya and Takako never wanted anything from each other, but Takako would claim Shuuya wanted her to kiss him) but due to his ever optimistic nature, he didn't actually thought she was this of a heartless bitch.

Remember that, this was coming from the very girl who saw him kiss his girlfriend and look stupid while he was at it; she was only that fortunate enough to live and tell about it! Fucking shit!

"I HATE YOU!"

Shuuya didn't care that it sounded childish, but he was infuriated and beyond. Takako—well, Takako was still her normal self.

"Good. Now up your sorry ass and plot your revenge—"

"I'M ONLY WAITING FOR MIM!"

Takako was on the process of pushing Shuuya away out of her/the bleachers when she suddenly stopped at Shuuya's assertive declaration. A declaration Shuuya made the mistake of blurting out, but it was a declaration that was about to detonate the Takako Bomb nonetheless.

"So it's Shinji…?"

"YES! AUGH, NO—"

"We're in a love triangle?—"

"NO, NO I needed him!—"

"Well, that's funny because I do too—"

To an ordinary onlooker, Shuuya looked like he was the ultimate fan boy fan boying the soccer boys with the gay way he was flailing his arms in the bleachers. Takako would be the unwarranted companion, whose boyfriend was in the basketball team, and that would explain why she was even more interested in watching an ant trail.

"—ARRRGH, Takako listen! LISTEN TO ME FIRST!"

Surprisingly, that did it.

Shuuya continued, "I need a best friend advice. For the (emphasis on the) problem."

Takako only raised an eyebrow. She then looked at her nails. "How about you just tell me the problem."

It was definitely not a question, but a statement.

Shuuya huffed one more time. "I said I needed bestfriend advice. Not the girlfriend of the bestfriend advice."

"But the best friend asks the girl friend for the best friend advice," mused Takako, with an amused look in her eyes.

For the nth time that day, Shuuya sighed. Talking to Takako drained him in a way that was never good; he then briefly wondered how Shinji was always feeling, he who was stupid enough to be whipped by a girl like Takako Chigusa. Only of course, much to his dismay, Takako would only drain Shinji in a way that was always good, so his argument made it invalid.

"Thanks, but no thanks," said Shuuya with finality though he never made any effort to move out of the bleachers and continued, "I want Mim."

Takako grinned her infamous Chigusa you-are-dead grin and Shuuya feared it.

"I wish for your sake that I could un-hear the way you say things like I need Mim, I want Mim," Takako flipped her hair and moved closer to Shuuya, hands on her hips, "who, in case you are forgetting, is MY boyfriend in the same way that these bleachers are MINE…"

Oh for the love of my balls, Shuuya closed his eyes and waited for his demise as Takako only continued, "…but I can't."

Shuuya felt Takako's presence leave him for a minute and he decided to take the opportunity to open his eyes only to find her standing in front of him, or more appropriately, bending over to him with her hands on his knees for support.

"Yes, I get it Nanahara. Shinji is fucking hot, you want him, I want him, everybody wants him."

She actually dared to move her hands closer to his jewels! Oh for the love of my balls, my balls, Shuuya cried in his mind.

Shuuya could now hear Takako's voice sending shivers in his left ear. "But not everybody gets him. I only do, and I don't share."

OH MY BALLS, HER HAND, MY BALLS, Shuuya whimpered and then he closed his eyes again—uh huh, history should tell him that was never a smart move to do.

"So either you tell me your problem and leave him alone..."

Her breath was hot on his face, Shuuya could tell, and she smelled like apples tempting the mere man of him to commit the original sin. Mim, dear God, help me…

"…or I'll kiss you out of it so that you'll leave him alone."

Of course Takako would know that it was the kissing Yukie thing that Shuuya was contemplating suicide for. Takako was the very person who saw him humiliated in front of Yukie because he didn't know how to do it. Of course also, by the rate that Takako and Shinji were kissing/making out/necking (based on what Shuuya saw on the cafeteria) Takako could tell what was sloppy and what was acceptable and therefore his problem.

However, Shuuya also knew that Takako's judgment might be a little off considering she probably made Mim her benchmark; there was no way he could beat that kissing machine that made half of the girls drop their panties in a heartbeat.

Then again, of course, at the moment, Shuuya was also forgetting that Takako's face (and lips) were still close to his; an inch of movement forward and he'd probably know what a good kiss would feel like.

So he decided to move his head…

…backwards and bury his face in his hands.

"Alright, I'll tell you, I'll tell you! I will leave him alone! BUT GET YOUR FACE OUT OF MY FACE!"

Takako only smirked at him. "Time starts now."

Shuuya sighed like it was the only thing he could do with his life—screw breathing, reading, writing etc. There was no winning with someone like Takako who was as sly as a vixen…but that might be only because he was just as pansy as a puppy. Actually, he'd rather agree on that than put Takako on another pedestal and entertain this secret hormonal admiration and get his nuts under Shinji's wrath.

Then again…

"…Will you really kiss me out of it if I didn't concede?"

He sure never knew how to quit.

When Takako said THE FUCKING HELL NO, Shuuya tried his best not to acknowledge the fact that he was a tiny weeny bit disappointed. Takako told him that she was just the type of woman who would do everything to keep her assets aka Mim's ASSets...and the bleachers.

It was a shame really for Shuuya, didn't the great wisdom of life say that experience was always the best teacher?

TBC

A/N: Alright, I only made very very minor edits. Soooooo, here you go. For anyone's still reading, do drop me a review. One last chapter and this is done. I have another muse going but this time it's… Mitsuko vs Takako (gah, I hope I can pull that one).

Pardon for the normal things needed to be pardoned.

All my love for you people of the universe kind enough to give me some love.