Summary: I felt my cheeks flush and held in a gasp when his eyes suddenly narrowed and changed to the color of a deep, dark, purple. His voice was husky, like he was mentally preparing himself for a battle, yet at the same time, the tone was…passionate.
Chapter Two: Triumph
Rating: K


I smiled at him and nearly laughed at the results. He flushed badly, his unnaturally pale cheeks discoloring in separate places and his large, tired eyes widening at me. He gulped and licked his lips, his fingers twitching in the inside of his pocket, where I suspected his hand was clenched tightly around a picture of me.

"Thank you, Gosunkugi-kun," I said politely as I gestured to the tiny straw voodoo in my hands. He blushed some more and nervously scratched at the back of his head, sweat trickling down his forehead. I nearly grinned when I heard my fiancée, Ranma, pop his knuckles behind me.

"P—Please, just call me Hikaru, Akane-san!" he nearly shouted. I was slightly taken aback that he addressed me by my first name, but nodded. I could feel Ranma's jealous aura poking at my back in impatience and bid Hikaru a hasty "Happy Holidays!" before we continued home. I didn't look back, but I could feel the emaciated boy staring after me. I shivered and looked down at the present he gave me.

Behind me, I heard Ranma scoff and grinned to myself. He was probably walking with his hands behind his head, which would be tilted up in an uncaring manner. He would try to look as if he didn't care about the recent exchange, but I knew better. He always bit his lower lip when he was tense or nervous about something.

"Hey," Ranma started. I paused and looked up at him. I repressed a grin. Sure enough, he stood there tall and proud, hands locked behind his tilted head. If it weren't for the lip biting, I would have actually thought that he wasn't worried about anything.

"Yes?" I said, subconsciously fingering the tiny voodoo in my hands. I didn't even know I was doing it until Ranma's eye twitched and suddenly, my hands were free from their burden and my gift was under Ranma's stomping feet.

"What are you doing?" I heard myself gasp. I pushed him away and picked up the dirty doll, trying in vain to brush some dirt off of it. I looked up when I heard Ranma sputtering at me.

"I—I—Don't tell me you—" he choked and blushed. Then, he glared at me before snatching the doll out of my hands and wiping the extra dirt off with his shirt and handed it back to me. I was startled at first, but after the initial shock, I grinned and pushed it back into his hand.

"It's okay," I said, blushing slightly as he gaped at me. "It's not like I'm going to use it, anyway."

I turned and walked away; grinning as I heard Ranma yell, "Take that, Gosunkugi!"

Hearing the loud, over-exaggerated stomps on the concrete, I didn't have to look back to know that Ranma was happily destroying my Christmas gift.


Definitely not as good as the last one, but oh well. I updated pretty fast in my opinion, but school is going to start for me again tomorrow, so I figured I'd get this out of the way. I've been writing quite a bit of one shots, all of which I plan to be pretty lengthy, so be on the look out! One of them is nearly done and I'm quite proud of it. Thanks so much for the reviews so far! means a lot :)

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~Miyopiyo