disclaimer:/ I don't own Magi in any way, shape or form.
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"Whatcha doing?"
Yamuraiha didn't jump, not even sparing a single glance to the other face in close proximity. "I'm doing research for our project." She answered back as she clicked on a link. Thankfully, she remembered to bring her laptop along to school, as she knew that doing her research early on would let them be ahead of time in their project.
"Research? Already?" Sharrkan rose a brow, as he took a seat next to her, plopping his food and a paper bag down on the table. She glanced at it curiously, but didn't comment on it. "Come on, Yamu, our topic's only just been approved like, 10 minutes ago. Take a break for once, will you?"
She ignored him. "What are you even doing here anyways, Sharrkan? Aren't you usually sitting over…" her eyes flickered to a certain boisterous table, muscular guys and busty girls, "...there?" Not to mention surrounded by a bunch of girls… Her eyebrows furrowed confusedly at the thought, and she mentally shook it away. Where did that come from…?
He rolled his eyes, leaning a head on her propped up arm. "They're being a little…" He furrowed his brows, racking his brain for a fitting term. "Too much, today, I guess."
"Too much?" Her eyes scanned the table, watching as the occupants screeched and laughed loudly. "They don't seem any different that other days." She let out a sigh. "Aren't they your friends?"
He looked down, shrugging. "Not really."
"Eh?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned to look at him. She didn't think that he would be so blunt in his answers. "Then what they to you?"
"What are they to me…?" He repeated. A heavy breath escaped his lips. "They're just… People I hang out with sometimes."
Yamuraiha frowned, glancing down at her notebook. They're just people? Nothing special? Then… who is special to him? She pursed her lips. "Are you gonna answer my question?" She pressed. "What are you doing here?"
Sharrkan's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he picked at his food. He frowned when his pizza sagged as he picked it up. "What's wrong with me wanting to sit here today?"
She shrugged, turning back to her laptop. "Nothing's wrong with it, dumbass." She said with a sigh as she scratched down some notes. "It's just that you usually don't sit with me during lunch."
"Well maybe I wanted to now." He snapped back a little too fast. His pizza would have been thrown out of his grip if he didn't clench his fist in annoyance. "Is there a problem with that, huh, bitch?"
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her juice, obviously not in the mood to take his shit. "I didn't say there was a problem with it, Sharrkan." She retorted, scrolling through her computer screen. "You know, if you're only here to insult me, you can just leave right now."
Sharrkan frowned. "I'm not just here to insult you."
Raising a brow, she turned her head towards him. "Then what are you here for?" She pressed.
His eyes shifted back to the table. "Well..." He scratched the back of his head, cheeks tinting pink, although she paid no mind to that. "I brought some desserts from the cafe home after you left and I just so happened to have a few more so being the nice guy that I am..." A hand reached out to the paper bag he set down on the table earlier. "I'm gonna share with you."
Yamuraiha tilted her head. "Desserts?" She repeated. "What kind?"
"Uh…" He peeked into the bag, pulling out a few tupperwares. "Sugar cookies… cupcakes, but the creme is kinda squished up against the plastic… macarons…"
"Macarons?" She cut him off confusedly. "What's that?"
Sharrkan rose a brow. "Eh? You don't know what macarons are?" He asked, tone hinting at his disbelief.
She shook her head. "Am I supposed to?"
He faked a gasp, though she could still sense his surprise. Grabbing one of the tupperwares, he popped off the lid, revealing small, multi-colored circular treats. "This is a macaron."
Yamuraiha squinted her eyes at the treat, setting down her pencil. "This?" She plucked one up from the tupperware, colored a shade of caramel brown. Her index finger and thumb gently pinched the delicate treat. "This is a macaron?"
Sharrkan nodded. "Yeah! So try it." He grinned, taking a pink one for himself.
Her eyes were narrowed as she stared at it. She brought it to her lips, teeth nibbling on it slightly. "What flavor is this supposed to be?"
"Caramel." He replied. "Mine's strawberry, the darker brown ones are chocolate, the blue ones are blueberry and the white ones are vanilla." He took a bite of the pink macaron. "How's it taste?"
She took bite, chewing on it slowly, carefully almost, as if it were dangerous. "It's…" she paused to swallow, "better than I expected." She took another bite.
"Eh? Really?" He questioned rhetorically with a grin. "Glad to know that my time wasn't wasted." She rolled her eyes, taking another. "You wanna try mine?"
Yamuraiha tilted her head, taking a look at the bitten pink macaron. "As in the one you're holding?"
Sharrkan rolled his eyes. "No, Yamu, the one that's over the goddamn rainbow." He said sarcastically, and she huffed. "Honestly… What kind of question is that?"
She held back a growl. "Whatever. Jackass." She muttered under her breath, although he still heard her.
He let out a sigh, once again offering the macaron again. "You want to taste or not?" He asked, holding out the pink treat to her.
She rolled her eyes. letting her chin rest on her hand. "Whatever." She replied, coolly. "Here. Give it to me."
Sharrkan grinned cheekily. "Eh? Aw…" He mock-pouted, clenching the pink macaron. "I wanted to feed the macaron to Yamu, though!"
Yamuraiha froze, jaw dropped in a frozen gasp. "Wha-What?"
Sharrkan smirked. "Perfect." He placed what was left of the macaron in her mouth. "All you have to do is chew and swallow now, Yamu."
Her eye twitched, as she shook herself out of her frozen state. Her teeth sunk into the macaron, and she chewed, swallowing slowly. "Dammit, Sharrkan…." She let out a breath. "Don't say those kind of things…"
"Eh? But why not?" Her eyebrow twitched once more. He was obviously teasing her.
"Idiot." She growled. Turning back to her laptop, she finished what was left of her own caramel macaron. "You already did what you came here for, you can leave now."
Sharrkan's eyebrows furrowed. "You trying to get rid of me, Yamu?" He questioned, leaning forward. She rolled her eyes.
"You're distracting me, Sharrkan."
He smirked. "Really?" Lifting an arm, he wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Do you like being distracted?" His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered into it.
Yamuraiha froze once more. "Huh?" She choked out in bewilderment. "D-Do I like being distracted?" She glanced downwards, and she could feel her face heat up. "I… I-"
A ring sounded before she could answer, the bell signalling the end of lunch.
Sharrkan loosened his grip on her, jumping slightly at the sudden noise. She pulled away while he was distracted, standing up abruptly.
"I have to get to class now." She bit her lip, gathering her things up into her hands. "I'll see you in Biology."
He pursed his lips, leaning his head onto his hand. He let out an exasperated sigh, with a "tsk", as he plucked a macaron from the tupperware. It was a light shade of blue. Blueberry. "Dammit, Yamu…" He muttered, taking a bite of it.
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Yamuraiha had to walk alone to the cafe that day. Completely understandable as she had to ask her Chemistry teacher about the project.
All alone, she shuffled past the familiar buildings as she listened to the cars roar past her. She took a deep breath. Sharrkan had tried to get her attention during Biology, she knew, throwing almost everything he had on his desk at her; pencils, crumbled up paper, chunks of his eraser, they all flew at her, getting stuck in her hair until she combed it out.
But she ignored him.
It was plausible that she did, right? Only thing is, she didn't know why she did.
So technically, it wasn't plausible.
She closed her eyes, fingers clutching her white shoulder bag.
Symptoms? A warm, tingly heat pooling in her abdomen, slightly flushed cheeks at every touch, thumping heart speed. Just what was wrong with her?
She didn't want to see him at the moment, but as fate would have it, she was reminded that she still needed to work on the project with him, seeing as they were partners.
"Oof…" A breath escaped Yamuraiha's lips as she bumped into someone.
"Ah…" A voice let out. "I'm sorry…" She glanced up at the unfamiliar voice.
A teenage girl, around the same age as herself stood before her. Her raven locks danced in the small breeze, her crystal blue eyes unique. A younger teen, male, stood behind her, eyes taking on the same blue hue. But what surprised, and slightly alarmed her, was the scarred left half of his face.
"It's okay…" Yamuraiha assured the foreign girl, taking a glance at the male.
The girl smiled slightly in response. "Uh… do you think you can give us directions to the Southern Islands High School?" She asked sheepishly. "My brother and I just recently moved here and we may have gotten lost…"
Yamuraiha rose a brow. So that guy, her eyes flickered to the scarred male, must be her brother… "It's just down the street," She pointed behind her, "then you make a left at Zepar Boulevard and once you get to Focalor Avenue, you just go straight until you find the school."
The girl's smiled widened gratefully. "Ah, thank you." She bowed, left palm cupping her right fist and Yamuraiha stepped back slightly in surprise. She glanced at the male, who was mirroring his elder sister.
"Ah, you're welcome…?" She tilted her head confusedly as the two walked in the direction she pointed to.
She stared after them for a moment, before shaking her head. There's was no time to wonder about those strange foreigners.
Something was wrong with her and she didn't know what.
There was only one person that popped up into her mind who was a legitimate source to talk to about these… emotions she was feeling. She let out a sigh, as she trudged along the path.
But for some reason, she was scared of the answer.
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"Sounds like you like him, Yamuraiha."
Yamuraiha almost choked. "Wh-What?" She coughed, with widened eyes.
Pisti leaned onto the counter, chin resting in the palm of her hand. "Yeah, everything you told me, that's all apart of liking someone." She said. "Heart racing, pinkening face, a warm giddy feeling inside you that's telling you that you wanna bang him."
"I DO NOT WANNA BANG HIM!" She yelped. A part of her almost felt disgusted at the blonde's choice of words, but the meaning behind the words shockened her. She bit her lip, letting out a breath as she realized that the other customers were beginning to stare. Embarrassed, she buried her head into her arms.
"Pisti…" Spartos sighed from his post, as he cleaned the glasses. "Don't go on saying things like that. Just look at Miss Yamuraiha, you're scaring her."
Yamuraiha let out a sigh, lifting her head slightly. "No, no, it's fine Spartos…" Remind her again, why ever did she think that Pisti was a reliable source to talk to?
Spartos set down the glass with another sigh. "I'm afraid that Pisti may be right on this, however." He added his two cents in.
She whimpered, pursing her lips, as she dropped her head back into her arms. "No, no, no…" She chanted. "Th-That can't be right, he's a total asshole."
Pisti grinned. "Face it, Yamuraiha." She tutted. "No matter how much you deny it, you like Sharrkan."
Another whimper escaped her lips. "But…" She lifted herself up from her arms with a heavy breath. "Dammit…" She stood from her seat, snatching her bag from off the floor. It swung slightly, as she hung it off her elbow. "Thanks for talking to me, Pisti, Spartos. Sorry for wasting your time."
Spartos shook his head. "No, it's quite alright, you didn't waste our time."
Beside him, Pisiti nodded in agreement. "Yeah!" She grinned her happy-go-lucky grin. "It's fun talking to another girl every once in a while."
Yamuraiha smiled. "Thanks guys... " She let out the umpteenth sigh that day. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, maybe. Bye."
"See you later, Yamuraiha!" Pisti waved after her enthusiastically, as Spartos only waved.
She waved back slightly in return, as she walked out the door.
She closed her eyes. There was no possible way that she liked Sharrkan of all people, that closed-off douchebag, right? It's impossible, right?
But then again…
Denial wasn't just a river in the desert.
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an:/ I'M COMPLETE UTTER TRASH AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME OTHERWISE. 'SPECIALLY YOU BLITZ. I TRIED TO MAKE IT LONG 'CAUSE Y'ALL BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE A WEEK BUT OOPS. I'LL HAVE ANOTHER CHAPPIE UP BY LIKE MAYBE TWO DAYS AT MOST. NO SCHOOL ON MONDAY 'CAUSE OF PRESIDENT'S DAY FOR US AMERCIANS. ;v; BUT ANYWAYS... PROGRESS. That's all I have to say. Thank you to the reviewers, (XFangHeartX, Madison Verhalen, ElephantLover69, jojoleelee1, MissUnderCover, Indigo, and Mys974) and the new followers (natsugirl86, AstraSky, safarikasolomon, and nadawiie) and the ones who favorited (Pokemon Ranger-Trainer, safarikasolomon, and nadawiie) AND FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY COMPLETE BULL. ;v; AND BLITZ. COME AT ME, GIRLIE. MAKOTO'S FINE BOD IS CALLING ME THOUGH.
M'kay baii.
-Suka-chan
