"How the fuck did you get my Skype address?"

"Oh I don't know," you're not really sure if Feilong's trying to be funny or he's just mad, "maybe its because someone decided to accept me in your friends list by their own will."

You blink at him.

"No, no - that is so not true." He starting to laugh at your flaming face, tiny diamonds of teeth and sound through red lips that you're definitely not staring at. "You're the one who threatened to overflow my apartment with flowers if I didn't do it. And tell me; who's the one who sent expensive pieces of shit that I'd never probably use at my agency every single day? My boss thinks I entertain crazy rich, older women thanks to you." You purse your lips, "my reputation is ruined."

He moves like a cat. (Slow and lazy - as if trying not to scare, you think with a bit of anger. He still thinks of you like a child wrapped in naïveté.) Hair falling across his forehead like black water. And you, then and there, want push it behind it his ear - there's frustration mixed in there somewhere but it doesn't bother you that much anymore.

"Aren't getting expensive gifts a good thing?" He paused. "I'm certain you'd be happy if Asami sent those to you."

Foul memories resurfaced, and you willed yourself to not shatter the computer to pieces.

Maybe Feilong's so hard to handle because of his competitive, prideful nature. Or maybe because he's like one of those masochistic girlfriends you see in dramas; those bitter kind that never forget their rivals, refusing to accept the fact that the past is simply wind that have misplaced their life for a second.

Either way; you seriously wanna punch him in the nuts.

"Feilong..."

"Oh by the way, have you been using the techniques I taught you?" He smirks, like he's placing ownership on you. Something catches your eye that you didn't notice before. A stark contrast to his pale complexion is the flush that you'd never seen before. (Is this guy fucking drunk? What the heck.)

"I'm sure... they're working just as exquisitely as I assume."

That hiss creates a strange pressure in your body. You close your eyes and will it away (because let's face it this is ultimately gonna boost Feilong's gigantic ass ego if I react and I seriously don't want to do that shit. For fuck's sake-)

"I swear Asami and you are absolutely the same," You say.

"—Don't insult me in that way."


Hi. This is 'Tsukiko.' The one writes this thing. And I'd like to apologise.

I put out this with a deceptive title - I shouldn't necessarily call this story "ways I love you" but "the times Takaba got owned by Asami and owned him back and then got owned back again" ...but that'd be a little too long. And my ego doesn't like it. Please keep that in mind, and excuse this buttery title which clashes with the summary. I shouldn't have done this in the first place, but... It seems I'm incapable of making good decisions.