Because Of One Room

Anime: Flame of Recca
Genre: Romance/General
Pairings: TOFUU!
Warnings: Bad writing from a crazy 13-year old
Summary: Two people in one room does tend to cause hysteria, nausea and…love??? Yeah, I own Flame of Recca. I also own two donkeys, a goat, a mentally retarded pig who spits in vans, three pairs of rainbow-coloured pigeons and four snowmen even though it never snows here in Malaysia.

I keep forgetting to put disclaimers in my fanfiction so I have added it into the summary of Because Of One Room. Therefore, I will consider the disclaimer to be applied in every chapter without me typing it out.

(Hugs reviewers) Thanks to all of you who reviewed!!! I love you guys so much!

Chapter 2: From Two Points of View

Fuuko felt her eyes widen from the feel of his tender lips against hers, and almost choked with a mixture of fright and delight as she felt his tongue rage next to hers. She didn't manage to close her blue eyes, still stunned from amazement.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Fuuko felt him pull away from her, breathless. She touched her pink lips with her two fingers, speechless.

Tokiya smirked, licking his lips. "That definitely shuts you up," he remarked, turning over to his side of the bed and pulling the covers to his chin. "Now I know what to do if you snore in your sleep."

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I can't believe he kissed me! Fuuko thought as she placed two fingers across her lips. He kissed me! Oh my God…the Mikagami Tokiya…kissed me.

"Monkey, are you going to sleep or not?"

Fuuko blankly looked at the bishounen, who was stretched out on his side of the bed comfortably. Trying to snap back into reality, she lay down quietly and tried to stop her hormones from raging and herself from lusting for more.

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Fuuko opened one eye groggily, wondering why she was still as sleepy as she was right now. She yawned sleepily and rubbed her dark blue eyes.

"Nice to see you finally awake, monkey."

The wind goddess turned to the side to find a rather annoyed-looking Mikagami Tokiya, sitting comfortably on a chair, sipping a cup of what seemed like tea. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching her arms.

"Roughly 12:13 in the afternoon," he answered without looking up, opening the newspapers.

"12??? OHMYGOD! MY MUM WILL BE WONDERING WHETHER I'M ALL RIGHT!!!" Fuuko shrieked, grabbing Tokiya's cell phone from the wooden bedside drawer and dialing her house number.

"Monkey, I'm not sure whether you can tell, but that's my phone," an aggravated Tokiya remarked through gritted teeth.

"You don't seem to be using it, do you?" Fuuko retorted, waiting for her mother to pick up.

"What happens if a call comes in, monkey? Do monkeys usually think about this sort of stuff or do they just selfishly think of their needs first?"

"Shut up, Mi-chan, my mum's on the line!" Fuuko hissed, snatching the thing closest to her and throwing it at the bishounen in front of her. And the closest thing to her happened to be a bedside lamp.

The Ensui wielder ducked effortlessly as the lamp clanged into the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You heard me: sliding glass door. What happens when a lamp is thrown violently into a sliding door made out of glass? You guessed it.

"Fuuko, why do I hear glass breaking?"

"Eh, yeah, about that, uh, I mean, everything's fine, mum! Don't worry!" Fuuko said hastily as Tokiya bent down to inspect the pieces of broken glass.

"Oh, o—kay…"

"Seriously, mum! Everything's fine! Uh, I, uh, had to share a room with someone, by the way," Fuuko reported, while running to the shards of broken glass and hastily trying to pick them up.

"Oh, is it a guy or a girl?"

Fuuko turned to look at Tokiya, who threw her a glare in return. "Both," she answered, quickly placing the shards of glass onto the table.

"Both??? Are you sharing a room with a lesbian or something, Fuuko?"

"No, mum, I'll give you a riddle. What has a feminine features, long silver hair that's long enough to play Rapunzel, a muscular yet very slim build and loves calling me monkey?"

Tokiya resisted the urge to throw a piece of glass at the bishoujo. Instead, he threw her a death-glare. It would have to do for the time being, he guessed.

"Uh…I don't know what you're talking about anymore, Fuuko."

"Oh never mind, mum, can I call you back later? I'm kind of busy right now," the purple-haired Fuujin wielder said craftily, scrambling to pick up the shards of thin glass.

"Err…okay…"

Without further ado, Fuuko promptly hung up and tossed the phone back to the Ensui master. "Were you describing me to your mother, monkey?" he asked, scowling as he carefully pocketed the phone. "If you were, you didn't do a very good job."

"I needed to tell her something, and I couldn't tell her I broke a glass-filled sliding door, can I?" Fuuko retorted, grabbing as many pieces as she could. "Now help me pick these up."

"What do you intend to do, glue them back together?" Tokiya snorted. "And you'd better be careful, this is glass we're talking about. You can't just pick it up with your bare hands and expect your hands to be unscathed."

"Oh yeah, says who?" the wind goddess asked, turning to him before suddenly dropping the shards of glass. "Ouch!"

"What did I tell you?" the Ensui wielder scoffed, bending down so he could see whether she was all right, and also to give her the infamous, 'I-told-you-so' look.

Ok, scratch that last part, he mainly wanted to give her the 'I-told-you-so' look. He bent down, before pausing after seeing what she was doing to her scratched finger, looked at her quizzically and asked, in a voice that clearly stated 'You're crazy', "Monkey, what exactly are you doing?"

Fuuko looked up from sucking the blood childishly, before replying, "Trying to suck up the blood so it'll stop," which came out more as a "trming tm suck ump them bloord so itm'll stomp" as she didn't stop sucking.

"The way you suck your blood makes me think of a hungry vampire, monkey," the Ensui master sighed, forcing her finger out of her mouth before gently pressing his lips onto the wound.

The wind goddess almost jumped back in fright. "Uh…Mi-chan, what are you doing now?"

The bishounen looked up to the purple-haired bishoujo. "Unlike you, I am sucking directly from the wound in a more intelligible way. Look, if you suck from the source of the blood, it will stop, but if you keep licking your fingers trying to get the blood off, it wouldn't stop the blood."

The Fuujin user found herself speechless, as the silver-haired Ensui wielder got up and rummaged through a first aid kit, provided by the hotel, on a table. He finally came back with a plaster and some cream, before gently applying it onto the wind goddess's injury.

"You're so careless, monkey," he smirked, putting back the cream and snapping the first aid kit shut.

"Hey Mi-chan, why were you staring at me just now?" Fuuko asked, looking down at her plastered finger.

He froze. True, he had been staring at her intently and studying the intense beauty of her wild face, but he didn't think she would be looking at him then. Finally, he snorted. "Don't be ridiculous, monkey, staring at such an ugly chimp like you would be the easiest way to commit suicide."

"What???" Fuuko yelled, seizing the object nearest to her.

"Monkey, don't you dare throw that chair at me," warned the Ensui wielder dangerously, his handsome face throwing her the 'you-had-better-not-do-that-or-I'll-swear-I'll-kill-you' glare. "You won't want to cause any more breakages, trust me."

"The only breakage I'll cause is the breakage of your head, you ice-block!"

"Then you'd be the one paying for my medical fee," he retorted. "And let me tell you, with all the trouble I'll be causing the nurses and the doctors, it won't be cheap."

Fuuko slowly and reluctantly placed the chair back into its original place before glaring at Tokiya, who breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, Fuuko when she was mad was worse than Kurei himself, he thought dryly, looking at her as she snatched her clothes and stomped to the bathroom to change.

He, on the other hand, looked at the door being slammed in his face, and went back to his papers. Unfortunately, all he could think about was Fuuko. He remembered how he had almost caressed her soft hand when he had applied the plaster, her beautiful face with its purple locks wildly surrounding it, those luscious lips that he had kissed the very night before…

ARGH! How the hell could he read about politics when all he could think about was that stupid purple-haired seductress??? Wait a minute…seductress??? Since when was she in the slightest even seductive??? He clapped a pale hand to his forehead, before finally concluding he had officially lost his mind.

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Fuuko angrily wrenched her tight, body-fitting clothes on, before sighing. She leaned against the door, and looked at her plaster-covered finger. If she had been as idiotic as those fan girls who crowd him no matter where he went, she would've fainted, or maybe even died. Who knows how those girls act???

But she was Kirisawa Fuuko, the tomboy who never fell in love, the tomboy who was kissed by the Tokiya Mikagami, the tomboy who acted like a guy.

The tomboy who loved Mikagami Tokiya deep in her heart. She didn't know when it had started. She had looked beyond the handsome, cold mask he had always worn and into the person who would willingly give his life for his friends, the person who would protect his loved ones, the person who liked each and every one of his friends.

The person she had fallen in love with. Besides the fact that he was gorgeous, with the whole pretty-boy face, he was a person who you could trust to rely on. She knew he would, in fact, risk his life for any of his friends, as cold and selfish as he was on the outside.

This was why she, the tomboy who 'didn't like any guys', had fallen in love with the 'pretty boy'.

Mikagami Tokiya.

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"You had better not snore again, monkey. Last night, you snored so loud I got up and slept in the bathroom."

"Good idea, why don't you sleep there again tonight?"

Tokiya snorted. "May I remind you, monkey, I was the one who initially was supposed to have this room. It's good enough I'm even talking to you."

Fuuko grunted grumpily. "I'm not in a good mood, ice-block, maybe tomorrow," she replied sonorously before settling herself down into the bed. Then she shivered.

"Now what?" the Ensui wielder sat up from his position on the bed, his handsome face frustrated and his silver hair disheveled.

"It's cold," whined Fuuko, looking at the bishounen with big innocent blue eyes.

"You may have forgotten, but you've broken the glass door with help from a lamp, and the nighttime temperatures are around 10 Celsius. So yes, naturally, you'd be cold if you wear a sleeveless shirt and boxers to sleep, you idiot monkey."

"But I don't like wearing long sleeved shirts, Mi-chan," she purred, her voice almost seductive.

"Then freeze, for all I care," muttered the Ensui master impatiently, before lying down and turning his back on the wind goddess. After two seconds, he felt the bed shaking badly.

She's probably taking my advice and freezing to death, he thought, exasperated. He turned to her, pausing to stare at her try to warm herself by rubbing her palms together and place them on her arms.

Sighing, he opened his arms. "Come here, monkey."

She looked at him with wide eyes at first, her brain trying to process the words he had just spoken to her. Then, taking advantage of the situation before he changed his mind, she settled down comfortably into his arms.

He hastily jerked his face around to avoid her seeing him blush. "I'm warning you, tomorrow you'd better have some long-sleeved shirts that you like wearing."

She giggled playfully as she fingered his silver hair. "Mi-chan, I think I like your hair loose like this," she said, still giggling.

"You want to know what I think?"

"No, but I bet you're going to tell me anyway."

"I think you'd better shut up because it's good enough I'm trying to warm you up using my own body temperature, and you'd better not infuriate me or I'll throw you off the bed."

Silence. Before a childish, "That's my Mi-chan, always so positive."

He replied her with a grunt before closing his eyes, his head leaning protectively over hers. As she snuggled closer into his chest, she smiled triumphantly.

She was going to kick him out of the bed tonight.

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AAAAAAGGGGHHH! I'm sorry if everyone's OOC!!! It's just, I can picture this thing going in my head and somehow these meaningless conversations just come popping out!!! Thank you to all my lovely reviewers once again!!! I hope this chapter isn't short!!! I certainly didn't seem very short when I was typing it.

As a matter of fact, I don't even on the plot. I got it from my little brother when I went to Penang (Malaysia) for holidays. He told me, "What if we don't get our room? What will happen? What will happen? Will we have to share a room with another person?" because checking in took so long. (Winks.) Thanks bro!!! I owe ya one!

Later when we got our room he told me, "Imagine how entertaining it'll be if Tokiya and Fuuko get to share a room." Then he told me a short paragraph that I wrote about in the first chapter. The one where the receptionist tells Tokiya that his roommate "can be described as a he". He made a dialogue:

Tokiya: My roommate is still a guy, right?

Receptionist: Uh…

Tokiya: Right???

Receptionist: You could say that, sir

Tokiya: THERE ARE ONLY TWO GENDERS! GUY OR GIRL! UNLESS HE'S GAY OR LESBIAN, SO WHAT IS IT???