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Author's notes:
Hello again! Okay, so I'm not particularly fond of this one, but I had to get it out of my system. I mean, I've been editing and re-editing it every day, but it still... strange, I guess... Any help? ((cries)) Oh, but the one I'm getting ready for next week, ahh, that one I like. It's turning out pretty good. And well, this one is not that bad either, I think; I'm too demanding with myself. ((sweatdrops)) Have a good week everyone, hope the Christmas shoppings go well!


Praises
30.04.2005

It was irritating and terribly so at that. He had been doing the same thing for the past half and hour and she almost came to believe that he hadn't blinked at all in that period of time. No, of course that isn't possible, she argued with herself, but his facial features simply seemed to be stuck in that lame, non-changing expression. Annoying, her mind provided. Yes, that was the word. Yoh was being annoying.

Anna flapped another page in her magazine surveying its contents and staring at the girls that people called top models posing in fancy dresses. Her lips pursed in distaste at what she thought to be indecently short dresses and low cleavages. The 'pretty' girl printed in the glossy pages wore long boots and scarves to prove that this was, indeed, a winter season outfit. She shook her head slightly in disapproval; there was no way in hell she'd wear something like that... Were these what guys liked? Would… Yoh think these girls were pretty…?

Yes, she told herself, this magazine was so interesting... not.

Frustrated, she let out a sigh that came out more like a growl muffled by her red bandana, securely tied around her neck and partly covering her mouth. She had tried pretending that Yoh wasn't bothering her, that he wouldn't bother her (heck no, she couldn't give him that satisfaction); but it was useless. Her eyes always darted back to his face and to his eyes that seemed to bore into her own and that at the same time had an inerasable faraway look.

She closed the fashion magazine, one that she didn't quite remember buying and most probably belonged to Tamao, and dropped it on the table in between them. She brushed a golden lock of hair behind her ear almost mechanically as it fell over her face and looked at him with the most deathly cold glare she could muster.

He didn't flinch, his elbows still propped on the wooden furniture and his face leaning on his hands. Yoh's messy brown hair was up in the usual loose ponytail, and his headphones curled themselves around his neck to rest on his shoulders (which was probably one of the strangest things she had noticed about him today, since he hadn't put them up to listen his music in a long while). And there they were, those bright, onyx eyes still fixed on some point ahead (most probably her) and the funny expression that was irritating her to no end.

She frowned and growled (once again), finally leaning onto the table and intensifying her glare. "OK. That's about it!" she yelled with annoyance heavily dripping from every word. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded to know, returning to her original position and crossing her arms in an angry gesture to prove she wanted an answer immediately.

His eyes never leaving hers, he simply gave her a grin and shrugged. "What do you mean?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she could only drop her arms in defeat and sigh tiredly, though the frown never quite left. "You've been staring at me like an idiot for more than twenty minutes," her voice came once again forceful and melodic, "What the heck do you want, Yoh? Just what are you thinking about?"

At last, he moved and leaned back on his shoulders against the tatami floor, making himself comfortable inside of the kotatsu. His eyes, however, were still pretty much glued to her. "I was thinking that... I'm very lucky." He chuckled amusedly to himself.

Anna raised her eyebrows, a slight smirk gracing over her face. "Ah, and why is that?"

"You're really strong and very pretty, Anna," he said, grinning from ear to ear as she blushed slightly, though her pale skin didn't help much to hide it. "Yep, I really am very lucky."

Had he just… complimented her? Her brows rose delicately, inquiringly. "Yoh, really, what's going on?"

He smiled, dropping to the floor and covering himself with the blanket as if he was getting ready for a nap. "Nothing, nothing…" She gazed at him with wide, unbelieving eyes as he replied, voice laced with drowsiness. And right then, he fell asleep. Just like that!

Anna snapped out of trance and grabbed the magazine once again, hiding her face behind its pages. Her hands flapped through it randomly, huffing indignantly. Her fiancé was definitely one strange and confusing, and mostly, nonsense boy. Yoh always said the strangest things at the strangest times. "Really," she muttered vaguely, "what the hell was that?"

But unknown to herself, her lips had curved themselves into a smile.