disclaimer:/ I don't own Magi in any way, shape, or form.
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Yamuraiha took a deep breath, her arms clutching her books as she gingerly approached her last class of the day: Biology.
She had been dreading this moment. During Chemistry, she didn't have a chance to intercept Sharrkan, leaving her with only the choice of Biology class to speak with him. Why did she even want to apologize? Her peach pleated skirt brushed up against her legs and her fingers gripped her stuff tightly. She could hear his laughter, as well as the giggles of other high school girls from her classroom. She scowled. Sharrkan had a reputation for being a flirt, which reminded her of his lady-killer of a boss.
Yamuraiha shook her head, ridding herself of thoughts of the little cafe for the moment as she stepped into the class.
She sighed, scanning the room. She could see Sharrkan in his usual seat, surrounded by a flock of multiple girls. Masrur, his best friend, she recognized, was standing to the side of him, a stoic expression plastered onto his face. Only a few others littered the seats around the room. She didn't seem surprised; it was fairly early to be in class.
No one looked up as she slowly and silently shifted towards his desk, a determined look on her face, but Yamuraiha was sure that the amount of regret would blossom as soon as she started walking.
But despite herself, she still stood defiantly in front of Sharrkan's desk, head tilted up high in pride. She tightened her grip on her books as she looked down at him. "Sharrkan." She called the dreaded name loudly.
He, along with his... friends... seized their chuckles and giggles abruptly to look up at her. The girls around him squinted their perfectly lined eyes, but she paid no mind to them. The only thing that mattered was getting this done and over with.
Sharrkan's green eyes locked with her own blue ones, and for a moment, time froze as they narrowed and the majority of the occupants of the room could feel the temperature drop.
"Yamu." He spat out.
She took a deep breath, restraining herself from correcting him. His challenging eyes weren't helping much, but somehow she was able to hold it in.
He noticed. "What's wrong, Yamu? No comeback today?" She only glared harshly in return.
"Shut up, you ass! I just- I..." she started, hesitantly. Sharrkan rose a brow.
"Uh-huh..." He coaxed.
Yamuraiha paused to intensify her glare. "I need to talk to you."
Masrur took a side-glance at her shortly, before focusing his eyes on his friend. Sharrkan sat silently, and the girls around him took the chance to sneer at her.
"Talk to him?" one repeated. "Yeah right!"
"Ha!" another scoffed. "As if you're good enough to talk to Sharr-kun!"
Yamuraiha narrowed her eyes. Sharr-kun? "If I'm not good enough, I wonder what that makes you?" She retorted sharply. The girls only huffed, and rolled their eyes.
Sharrkan ignored the small dispute, and leaned forwards curiously. "And what exactly do you need to talk about?" He asked, and she could just see the little glints of mock in his emerald eyes.
Yamuraiha ran a anticipating hand through her teal hair. "J-Just…"
"Any day now, Yamu."
Yamuraiha gritted her teeth. "J-Just- I-I'm-" She was interrupted by the school bell and she sighed in what she could only describe as a cross between in relief and nervousness. "I'll tell you after school, okay?"
Sharrkan rose a brow, leaning back. "Alright then." He crossed his arms, and the ladies around him giggled. Inwardly, Yamuraiha rolled her eyes. "It better be worth my time, bitch."
Why am I gonna apologize to this guy again? She inhaled deeply, pursing her lips. "Oh don't you worry, jackass. It will be." She growled, before huffing, clenching the books, as she stalked to her own seat just a few seats behind Masrur, who she almost forgot was there. She could hear the light scoff from the Heliohaptian as she plopped down and her eyebrows furrowed. Is it worth mine though?
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The bell buzzed on cue, ringing through the ears of the Biology senior class, and a wave of utter relief washed over all of them. Expect for a certain teal haired girl, who only shifted in her seat.
The teacher glanced away from the whiteboard, checking the clock as if to check if the bell was real.
"Well, looks like that's all the time that we have for the day," he said, and almost everyone cheered. "Remember, read pages 182-185 tonight in your textbooks, we'll be discussing their contents tomorrow."
Yamuraiha sighed shakily, as everyone else sprinted out. Her eyes flickered towards the said Heliohaptian, and that's when she realized that the Fanalis stayed behind with him.
Masrur only looked at her, nodding silently, before maneuvering his way around the desks out the class.
Sharrkan stood up after him, although he walked slowly towards her instead of the door. "I thought you were gonna tell me something, Yamu." He drawled as he made his way to her.
She inhaled, standing abruptly, making a small screech with her chair. "Oh y-yeah. Right." She gathered her stuff, letting her pale arms encircle them. She made a small side glance at the teacher and realized that they needed to talk in private. A intake of breath, she grabbed his wrists tightly, dragging him out of the class.
"What the hell!" He yelped in surprise,, obviously not expecting that. "Let go of me, you crazy bitch!" Sharrkan grounded out, as he fought against Yamuraiha's grip. She didn't respond, and only dragged him to an empty corner in the halls.
Yamuraiha sighed, as she dumped him onto the ground. He could almost see a pale red circling his wrist as he rubbed it soothingly.
"What the hell did you want to even talk about?"
And there it was. The big question.
She swallowed a lump in her mouth, as she shifted her eyes around. "L-Look…" She began. "I know that we've both been a little bitchy to each but, I just want you to know that…" She tilted her head downwards, as Sharrkan rose a brow. "I-I'm sorry, okay?!"
There was silence.
Sharrkan was the first to break it. "Is that all?" He questioned boredly. She froze.
Her head lifted, and her hardened blue eyes locked onto his, narrowed harshly. "What do you mean, 'is that all'?" She hissed, clenching her fist. "You can at least say, 'I accept your apology' or an 'I'm sorry, too' or something! Not 'is that all'!"
Sharrkan only shrugged. "Why?"
She could feel her already tense fist tighten. "Why?" she repeated hotly. "Why?! I can't believe you! And here I thought that you were just having a bad day!" She growled. "Whatever! I take back my apology." She glared, at him for a moment, before storming away. I guess it wasn't worth it.
Sharrkan only stared at her back, a small gleam of guilt and regret flashing in his eyes before he clenched his fists tightly. God fucking dammit! He swore in his mind. Why am I such an idiot?
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Why? She repeated mockingly in her mind. Why should you apologize? Oh I dunno, maybe it's because you were such a little dick, bad day or not! I swear, the next time I see that conceited little asshole I'm gonna- Her train of thoughts were halted abruptly, as someone bumped into her, causing her to drop all her stuff.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" A girlish voice apologized frantically. Yamuraiha waved it off as she picked up her fallen things.
"Oh no, it's okay. It's my fault that I wasn't paying attention, anyways." She assured, with a small laugh as she straightened herself out. She looked at the one who bumped into her: a petite blonde girl in pink with a cheerful smile spread across her face. Another stood behind her, a male with straight red hair and a somewhat stoic expression plastered onto his face.
"Hey!" The blonde girl tilted her head, and Yamuraiha snapped hers towards her. "You look sorta familiar. Do you know her, Spartos?" She turned towards the redhead.
He looked down at her, his eyes unchanging. "I believe we've seen her in the cafe last week." He said. "She was there when Sharrkan's shift ended, right?" Yamuraiha rubbed her wrist as she finally recognized them.
"Oh right!" The blonde grinned in realization. "We had to finish your cake so that Ja'far wouldn't get mad."
Yamuraiha could feel heat pour into her cheeks, as she realized what the girl was talking about. "Oh, right." She nodded sheepishly. "Sorry about that."
The blonde girl smiled. "No, it's alright. Ja'far makes the best food anyways." She giggled. "Oh right! I'm Pisti. And this," she gestured to the redhead, "is Spartos. He's really quiet, by the way."
Yamuraiha rose an eyebrow. I noticed, she thought sarcastically. "I'm Yamuraiha."
"Nice to meet you, Yamuraiha!" Pisti said cheerily. "Normally, I wouldn't be friends with someone like you, but I guess I'll make the exception."
Yamuraiha tilted her head confusedly, wondering if she had somehow annoyed her, until she realized that the blonde was glaring at her not-so-flat chest.
"Anyways, uh…" Pisti tilted her head slightly, her attention on her chest disappearing as a curious look settled itself onto her face. "Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
Pisti looked hesitant. "Why do you look so mad?"
"Oh." Yamuraiha frowned. "It's just- just that Sharrkan is being a douche."
Pisti laughed. "Oh is that all?" She questioned rhetorically. "You don't need to worry about that. He isn't that bad."
"Eh? What do you mean?" Yamuraiha pressed.
Pisti calmed her giggles, although a small smile still lingered on her lips. "Sharrkan usually doesn't get along with people he likes." Behind her Spartos nodded.
"He normally goes for girls such as yourself." He remarked. "But perhaps he liked that you weren't throwing yourself onto him. He does enjoy challenges after all."
"Likes?! Me?!" The blunette repeated disbelievingly. "That's impossible! He didn't seem interested in me at all." She scoffed.
Pisti's smile only widened. "Well," she said, "I guess he really likes you then."
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Yamuraiha didn't know what brought her there. But she was there. Standing in front of the oh-so-familiar cafe she had come to recognize over the few days she visited. After countless minutes of walking through the streets, she finally came to her destination.
She could see the white-haired teen behind the counter, just where she found him three days prior. She had to restrain a small growl and she took a deep breath. No matter what Pisti said, she wasn't going to let up until that jackass apologized. I'm here for Ja'far and Sinbad. Ja'far and Sinbad. Ja'far and Sinbad.
Yamuraiha sighed, opening the door carefully. The bells jingled, and Sharrkan's head tilted upwards to look at her. Emotions, so many emotions passed over his face as he recognized her.
The upper lip of the Heliohaptian quirked upwards. A smile.
"Welcome to the Sindria Cafe, Yamu, what do you want today?" His voice seemed more joyous than before, she realized with a raised eyebrow.
"Just a granola and fruit parfait will be fine." Shev said, clutching the strap of her coral pink bag.
Sharrkan grinned. "Coming right up, then." He opened the cabinet and pulled out a glass cup.
"Where is Ja'far and Sinbad?" She asked.
"You mean Ja'far and my king?" He seemed surprised, taking a spoon from the drawer.
Again with the my king. She thought. "I need to tell Ja'far that his pancakes from yesterday were delicious."
"You came here yesterday?" Sharrkan rose a brow as she nodded. He sighed as she watched him pull out raspberries, blueberries and yogurt from the small fridge, and granola from the other cabinet. "No one told me. I didn't know that you knew them."
"What, did you think I came here to see you, Sharrkan?" She snorted shortly. She could almost swear that the cheery attitude of the Heliohaptian looked a little more forced than before, a look of hurt flashing in his eyes. "Can you answer my question now?"
She could see him bite his lip to restrain any childish retort. Inwardly, she snorted. "I dunno, actually." He replied, and she could see the false happiness force it's way onto his face. "Sinbad usually goes and does whatever he does, and Ja'far is probably in his little office space doing his stuff." He layered the ingredients. "You want honey on this?"
Yamuraiha shrugged. "Whatever."
Sharrkan opened the cabinet once more, pulling out a cute little bear shape bottle. She observed as he gingerly drizzled on the honey, actually somewhat surprised at his gentleness. He smirked, setting the honey bottle down before transferring the cup onto the counter.
"There you go, Yamu." She didn't even bother correcting him, as she shuffled through her bag.
"Here." She said, pulling out two silver coins.
He stopped her as she began to lay them onto the counter. "No need, Yamu." Her eyebrows furrowed. "If you know Ja'far, he probably won't mind." He sighed. "Just keep your damn money. I gotta go see if we has any more honey." Sharrkan grabbed the bear bottle, before disappearing into the kitchen.
Yamuraiha rose a brow, as she took the parfait. Her fingers were chilled slightly from the cool cup. She looked down at it.
There was something written on it, the words were clearly written in honey, the letters thin and proper.
"I'm sorry."
Maybe Pisti is right. She smiled as her hand gently clasped around the cup. Maybe he isn't so bad after all.
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an:/ Woah! A little more story development! And it actually looks like Sharr and Yamu are kinda not really getting along! Thank you to the new followers (Mys974 and wellperhapsnot), the reviewers (sachiko haruki, Guest, Housecat aka Andie, Mys974) and the one new favorite (bookishangel) Well, I got K-pop songs stuck in my head. Wedding Dress by Taeyang specifically. Oh my god and the music videooo. The other dude is such a dickface. TT^TT And seriously? This douchebag comes and steals Taeyang's song like it's nothing, and all he's doing in the song is autotuning his moaning. Gross.
M'kay baii.
-Suka-chan
ps:/ sorry this is shitty.