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Oneshot #2

(Just because.)

Ryoma played with the coleslaw on his plate, uneasy as he sat on his table seat. Gradually, a scowl found its way to his handsome boyish features; the unfaltering smirk of the young man before him irked him. Absentminded, he accidentally flicked his fork to the side. It fell with a heavy and resounding clang, jolting him awake. Immediately, his sharp eyes stole a shocked glance at his ever-grinning companion and grimaced at the man's nonchalance.

"You know I'm only doing this as a favor to the old man." Came Ryoga's smooth and evidently insincere voice. Ryoma's eye twitched at the reminder. Still, the boy would do anything to wipe off the smirk on his brother's damn face. "Though," Ryoma glared in behalf of his pride when his brother clicked his tongue and checked his wrist watch. "I think the arrangement's not necessary." He said with a sympathetic frown - one that was nothing more than a taunting pout to Ryoma.

"You're welcome to leave." The boy gritted with a clenched jaw, lest he say anything his brother could use as ammunition.

With a thoughtful frown, as if mulling it over, Ryoga resigned to shake his head.

"Nah," He said with a smirk. "There's no better time spent than time spent with those you love, neh chibisuke?"

The boy nearly barfed.

"Where is she anyway?" Ryoga asked after a while. Though they've been waiting in the cafe for quite some time, the young man was not bored - not even a bit. Ryoma's puffy cheeks was all the amusement he needed. Then, his eyes lit, a funny thought entered his mind. Conjuring a pout, he suddenly asked his stiff and irritated brother, "Are you sure she said yes? -" Then, before Ryoma could answer back in a fit of defense, Ryoga shook his head in understanding. "- You shouldn't be embarrassed, chibisuke. It's easy to misunderstand women. To them, a yes could be a no; and a no could be a yes."

"She's coming." Ryoma hissed. His eye nearly popping from the hateful glare in his eyes.

"If you say so." Ryoga shrugged, not convinced.

"She'll show up." The boy insisted with a heated breath.

"Whatever you say." The young man shrugged yet again. Then, with a smirk, added. "We could always spend the day together anyway."

Ryoma shuddered at the thought.

"OK." Ryoma announced a minute later. "Fifteen minutes has got to be the limit. Chibisuke, you just have to accept this as a man and move on." Ryoma boiled on his seat. "Rejection isn't as bad when you realize just how many women there are." Then, browsing through his long list of women, recalled a few out of the bunch. "For example, I brought home this French woman - I think her name was Isabelle - or was it Marion - either way, we made love like you can't imagine-"

"-Shut up." Ryoma groaned.

"But then, when my girlfriend - who was it -" He shook his head, unable to remember. "Anyway, when my girlfriend walked in to join us on bed, she slapped me and bolted. But you know what, that same night, I was able to find someone else to have a threesome-" Then Ryoga jumped from his seat, the memory suddenly returning clearly to him. "Oh shit, I think that was actually the night of my first foursome!" He laughed. And Ryoma, he nearly barfed. "If this girl doesn't show up, I know a bar where they only accept virgin courtesans."

"Shut up!" Ryoma cried, jumping from his seat in a fit of rage, no longer able to take another word from his deluded brother. "She'll show up! And even if she doesn't, I won't go with you to some sleazy bar because unlike you, I go out with girls I like - not because they put out! And unlike you, I'm actually in love with the girl I'm going out with! Unlike you, I-" He suddenly stopped at the look of surprise in his brother's face. Passionate hazel eyes followed his brother's gaze; and the boy nearly choked.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late." Sakuno choked out with eyes that seemed to fill with unshed tears. Her face was beet red.

"I-" Ryoma croaked, not knowing what to say. Then, his face, for the first time in his life, reflected the red in Sakuno's face.

With the two lovebirds too embarrassed to speak, let alone face each other, Ryoga took it upon himself to keep the ball rolling. Standing from his seat, he held out his hand to Sakuno, who looked up at him with wide, surprised doe eyes, and, with a devilish handsome smile that Ryoma would later claw off his face, said.

"Hi, I'm Ryoga. I'll be your chaperone this evening." Then, linking Sakuno's arm into his, patted her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about Ryoma, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything inappropriate." He winked. And the moment Sakuno blushed in unease - which to Ryoma was a blush of fancy - the boy saw red.

It was going to be a long evening.

LOL.

RYOGA WINS!

I wonder when Ryoma'll win against his smooth-talking, cunning, and devious brother. HAHA