Title: Percents Of Chance

Summary: Sakura doesn't understand why Jun won't give her a single chance.

Genre:Romance, friendship, humour, hurt/comfort, drama

Characters: Sakura, Jun, Sakura's father, brief appearance of Yahiro, Ryuu and Megumi.

Pairing: (beginning of) Sakura x Jun

Rated:K

Timeline: Episode 15-16

Words: 1,146

Note: I'm pretty sure this won't be very interesting to read, I apologise. I wanted to try to get Sakura, I wanted to try a different writing style, I had inspiration at a weird moment, I wrote this quite quickly, and this is just episodes 15-16 in Sakura's point of view, so nothing original here.

And I can't believe I forgot to do this last chapter, but thanks to Tsuki-Hikari for reviewing.

She wonders why he won't let her love him.

Wouldn't anyone be, at the very least, flattered? There's a pretty (or is she?) girl proclaiming her attachment to him, giving everything she has to get a very tiny bit of his attention, however he only appears embarrassed and then escapes as fast as he can.

She doesn't understand; Jun doesn't want her to. Slowly, one thought at a time, she doubts he'll ever look back at her and smile. All he does when he notices her is flinch and flee. Is she scary? Is she too disgusting? Is he completely repelled by her appearance, by her personality, by her everything

She calls to confess everything to Yahiro. She knows him well, knows he is in the same situation, though he was given a chance and he messed it up.

Yeah, that's it. Why won't Jun give her a chance? That's all she asks for, just one date, the two of them, so he can see whether she's so horrible or not (she hopes not).

Yahiro can't be there, but he gives advice for a few parts. She tells her father of her intentions; she wants to do all she can. Leave it to me, he assures. I'll do my best, just as you should.

So she heads to the island with excitation filling her mind, but dread too. Once it's over, once Jun gave her the chance she asks for, if he is content with her, then all is fine. However, once it's over, once he gave her what she asks for, if it only serves as proving further to him that he dislikes her entirely, then what? She'll be expected to surrender, as promised, to let go of the very little part of him (his irritation) she holds on. She didn't say a thing to Yahiro or her father, preferring to keep quiet. She doesn't want to talk about it, for if it's only mentioned in her mind, it doesn't feel as concrete as out loud.

So she reaches out to him every chance she has, whether he seems to need a hand or not, however the green-haired boy (Ryuu, was it?) and the mute girl (didn't the others call her Megumi?) intervene every time. They're the embodiment of overprotectiveness, but strangely Jun doesn't seem to mind, actually thanking them and smiling every time they step in the way.

Her father gets tired of this and makes the girls draw boys' names to be paired up. Of course, it's arranged that she ends up with her prince.

Curiously, Jun keeps blowing in a silver whistle. It doesn't take her a lot of thinking to realise it is a help request to his siblings (is Ryuu also his sibling? She isn't sure). Therefore she giggles, latches on his arm and throws it as far as she can. She prides herself in her strength and thus knows Jun won't be able to find it in the middle of the forest. She chats and chats and tugs on his arm, hugging him every chance she gets. Of course, he pulls away and avoids her as best as he can.

Why? She wants to yell out at him. Why? She refrains from it and instead walk even closer to him. He's so honest, for sure he'd tell her if she asked. She's pretty sure she doesn't want to hear it. Ignoring the reasons why helps her keep going, for she doesn't know how far goes his dislike for her.

"This is bothersome," he finally says.

Her heart stops. Her prince looks adorable, blushing and trembling. Too bad his words aren't as nice. He's only being honest, she knows. How ironic that it only makes him more perfect.

She wants to get closer to him, but trips and sees the ground getting closer; he catches her at the last minute. For a moment, she believes that her plan worked, that he started liking her. However he jerks away and pushes her hard as soon as she draws in for the sweet kiss she dreams of.

Minutes later, they come back out of the forest, her disappointed and him relieved. He runs to his friends as though she was the plague. I want to give up, she thinks. I can't go on. Her father cheers her on, repeating words of courage and determination. He promises that it isn't over, that she still has a chance. Thus she smiles and again and pumps her fist, trying to get her energy back.

She attempts to kiss him on the cheek. Everything crashes as he pulls away more panicked than ever. He's ready to fight if it means no kiss. Again, her poor heart stops and the world turns black and white.

You hate me that much? she whispers. Why? Why? Why do you hate me? I know I'm not perfect, but I still have good points. I don't know what you want me to be, but I can try! I can—

"Give me that kiss," he demands— no, asks, for his tone is too soft to be an order.

She doesn't understand, but she stills obey. This is my one and only chance, she guesses. She'll remember this moment her whole life. She draws in closer and closer, until she delicately presses her lips on his soft cheek. She wants to blush like crazy, but mostly wants to know whether she passed the test or not, so she shyly glances at his face.

Jun blacks out.

There's another part of him, she then learns. He's a flirt, an extremely charming one at that. She feels her face burn as he tugs her (and Akari) close and recites poetry. So romantic, she admires, but the moment is cut short when Megumi knocks him out with that extraordinary voice of hers, for he needs to be unconscious to swap personality. He wakes up shortly after that, flinching as soon as he opens his eyes to see her. She wants to cry, for he seems to be back to his old self who hates her.

Still, she needs to tell him what she thinks. She's an Oshikubo, after all. She bursts out, says she likes both of his sides. She tells him how amazing he is, how special he is, to be able to switch personalities, to have such a skill. She watches him stare back at her with wide eyes and wonders if he understands now.

"Thank you," he says with a cute smile and bright red cheeks.

He understands her. He understands!

"I'm glad," she replies and smiles back.