note: 03/03/2011 - thank you to everyone reading my stories so far, i hope that they are entertaining! so, this story is up next. i feel like i'm having too many shower scenes, but i can't help it! showers are always so dramatic! this one is AU
Paper Note
Rated: T
Keys, wallet, glasses. . .
Negi patted his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed before he left for his best friend's house. He stood in front of his full-length mirror, making sure each strand of his spiky auburn-colored hair was in place. He didn't know why it mattered if his hair was perfect, he was just going over to his friend's house to watch a movie; his hair didn't need to be glamorous.
A little voice whispered in his mind. Maybe it has to? For a certain someone, hm?
He whipped his head side to side. Nonsense! For whom?
Don't play dumb, you know who. Negi saw his reflection grow red. He knew exactly who the little voice meant.
If Asuna were to hear his thoughts, she would outright laugh at him. His blushing reflection frowned at him. For some reason, having Asuna laughing at him for thinking about 'lovey-dovey' thoughts bothered Negi more than he would have thought.
Enough! Negi thought to himself, turning away from his mirror to face his room. I'll just think of something else.
He smiled to himself as he surveyed his clean room. Everything was so nice and neat, just the way he liked it.
Satisfied, he made his way over to the door and was about to exit when a piece of pink paper crushed under his heavy college books caught his eye.
One of his eyebrows went up in a questioning look. That pink paper isn't his. It must have been swept out from somewhere when he cleaned the other day since he doesn't carry any pink paper. He carefully lifted his thick stack of books to tug out the paper from under the weight. It was folded neatly and the corners were worn, making the paper appear aged. Negi studied it curiously as he turned it around in his fingers. How could he have not seen it? If this paper was as old as it appeared to be, how had it escaped his sight?
More curiosity ate away at the young man, so he gave in and gently pulled it open, careful not to tear the fragile stationery apart.
Once it was unfolded, he immediately recognized whose handwriting it was. His breath was trapped in his lungs as he stared at the message that was scribbled on the paper. What surprised him most was the date that was at the top; according to the date, it was written over four years ago. He eyes went back and forth from date to the messy sentences. It this true?
Negi stood frozen still in the middle of his room. What if it was true? What would he do?
I told you to quit playing dumb! His mind screamed at him. It was right. He was playing dumb.
He cramped the paper into his jacket pocket as he ran out of his room, ran out of his house and completely ran the three blocks to her house.
Once there, he rang the door bell repeatedly, not stopping until a woman wearing glasses opened the door.
"Hello-"
The boy cut her off.
"Ms. Shizuna! Asuna, where is she?"
The busty woman gazed at the panting redhead. "She's up in her room."
Even before Shizuna could finish what she was saying, Negi brushed passed her and ran up the stairs. The woman stared at the young man running up toward her daughter's room. What could have made him so agitated? While her mind worked this small puzzle, she remembered that Asuna was busy and most likely not presentable. Should I tell him that she just came out of the shower? Shizuna heard a door swing open then slam shut. Too late now I guess. To her surprise, she felt a wave of happiness flood her body.
"Honey? What was that?" Her husband, Takamichi, popped out from their kitchen doorway.
"Nothing to worry about, dear. Although," she put a finger to her chin thoughtfully, "I do believe it's best that we head out for now."
"Huh? Why?"
"I think Negi is about to confess to our lovely Asuna."
His eyebrows scrunched together as his mouth bent into a soft frown. "So? Why should we leave?"
"What if something. . . something amorous happens?"
"What? I won't allow it!" The man began stomping his way up the stairs to his daughter's room.
The woman grabbed his arm, stopping him from going any further. "Forget it, just come. We've been waiting a long time for this. I won't let anything screw this moment up for Asuna." Whispering a small prayer for good luck, she pulled her husband out of the house.
Negi stood still as he stared at Asuna in only a small towel covering her female assets. The water dripping off her body and her long, orange hair were proof that she had just stepped out of a shower. She had been searching through her drawers for clothing when Negi suddenly burst into her room unannounced.
"Dude! Don't people knock anymore?" She quickly jumped behind the side of her drawer to hide herself for Negi. "Gosh, Negi! You can be a little more like that gentleman you always call yourself." Negi said nothing, he just stared at her. "Wha- what! What is it, you punk!" The blush on Asuna's face became heavier. She grabbed a nearby rabbit plushy and threw it at the redhead. "Stop looking at me like you're gonna eat me!" Negi didn't catch the plushy, he didn't even block it or step out of the way; he just let it hit him in the face. "Dang it!" She was about to run into her bathroom when the young man held up the pink slip of paper. "What's that?" He took a step closer to her.
"Do you still feel the same since you wrote this?"
"What are you talking about? Can't you see I have no clothes on?" Negi walked over to her. "Hey! Stay back!" Asuna held out an arm to keep the male at a distance. "We might be good friends but we're not that good of friends!" Negi stared at her blushing face.
"I don't want to be your friend anymore."
The girl's eyes widened with surprise. "What? Why? You're joking, right?" Negi grabbed her wrist and forced her fingers to wrap around the pink paper. She looked at the paper in her hand then at the fingers gripping her wrist then at the fingers' owner. "Why are you giving me this?"
"Read it."
Asuna pulled her wrist out of his hold and opened the paper. Negi watched her eyes skim the paper uninterested at first, then, they became large as she reread what was written.
Her hands dropped to her sides when she finished and her eyes stayed looking down at the floor, away from Negi.
"Do you still feel the same as when you wrote that love confession?"
Instead of answering his question, she crushed the paper and threw it at his face. Her angry green and blue eyes glistened with new tears.
"I thought you got rid of this thing a long time ago! Why are you suddenly bringing it up out of nowhere!"
It was Negi's turn to be surprised. "What?"
"You didn't give me a proper answer, you jackass! You just ignored I ever wrote that! You stupid, insensitive jerk!" She tossed another plushy at him. This time he blocked it with his left hand.
"What are you talking about? Asuna!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Don't think I'll believe that 'I-had-no-idea' crap! You ignored my feelings for you and you just brushed me off! You didn't even reject me!" Negi stepped closer to the girl even though she kept throwing objects at him. "Stay back! I cried for weeks because of you!"
"Asuna."
He lunged at the girl, grabbed her wrists and slammed her on the bed. Negi pinned her legs down with his knees, and, with his right hand, secured her hands above her head while he rested his weight on the other. What was he doing? Ever since he had seen Asuna standing in a wet towel, he had been acting weird. He knew that he was being really forward but forcing her down on the bed was too much! Wasn't it?
"Tell me. Do you still feel the same?" His eyes seem to plead for the right answer but Asuna only glared up defiantly at Negi. A deep blush invaded his cheeks as he realized the position they were in and the thin, wet cloth clinging to dear life on the body of the girl underneath him. He resisted the unbelievably strong urge to press himself against her.
"I don't have to answer that."
"A- answer me or. . . or I- I'll. . . I'll kiss you."
Hearing this ultimatum coming from his own mouth surprised him. As a gentleman, Negi would never force any woman to kiss him -not that he needed to force anyone- but the words he just stated now was not something he would say nor even think of saying. Even with the nervous knot building in his stomach, Negi refused to look away from her face as her eyes bore into his, frantically searching for an explanation as to why he would say such a thing.
"W- why? You have no reason to threaten me in such a way!"
Negi moved his left hand and his entire body weight rested on Asuna, causing her to gasp slightly. Her sound made Negi's stomach do wild hula-hoops. What the hell was he doing? This was clearly wrong! He moved slightly and he could feel her curves adjusting to his male frame. He couldn't help stop a shiver of excitement run down his spine. This was clearly very, VERY wrong!
"Why won't you just answer me!"
"G- get- get off me!"
His knees slipped between her legs and Asuna began to kick her legs wildly, in an attempt to move the stubborn man. "P- please! Why won't y- you answer?" His hold on Asuna's wrists broke and she begun to pound his chest with her clenched fists.
"Off! Off! Off! Get off me, you!"
When she managed to throw him off herself, Asuna jumped up and ran to her bathroom. She slammed the door so hard that the pictures hanging on that wall fell to the floor.
Negi sprang up to his feet and ran to the closed bathroom door. "Asuna! Please! I need to know if you still feel the same!"
"NO!" There was a pause before the girl continued. "You said you didn't want to be my friend anymore because of that letter!"
Negi leaned his forehead on the bathroom door. He could already feel his face heat up. "That's. . . that's not what I meant."
A long silence followed what he said. He could picture Asuna's face scrunching up as she tried to comprehend what he was trying to say.
"What did you mean then?"
"I- I- I meant th- that. . ." Come on! He encouraged himself. Be brave! You can do it! "-that I- I would l- like to be more t- than your fr- friend." He cleared his throat. "M- maybe, maybe y- your. . ." He cleared his throat again before squeaking out the rest of his sentence. "-your b- boyfriend?"
More silence. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her response. Who would have thought that confessing took so much effort? No wonder Asuna was so pissed about the little paper. She must have felt this anxious while waiting for his reply. And when it didn't come. . . Negi swallowed nervously. Would she refuse him because of what he didn't do?
"O- okay."
His heart nearly stopped. Did he hear right or was it just his mind playing tricks on him? He had to make sure his ears heard right. "Wha- what wa- was th- that?"
He heard her angry voice through the bathroom door. "Geeze! I said okay, dammit! Why can't you pay attention?"
She said yes! His mind happily sang to himself. She said yes! "Ah, of course! But. . ."
"But what?" She replied sharply.
"C- could you open the door?"
"NO!"
"W- why not?" A tiny hint of worry slipped into his voice.
"Because I still haven't forgiven you yet!"
Negi tapped his forehead against the door. How the hell did he fall for someone so stubborn?
END
