Disclaimer: I don't know Xiaolin Showdown.
Warning: Unedited and AU. This is what happens when I don't sleep.
"I love you."
Kimiko paused, and set her coffee down on top of her brown napkin that she had folded neatly in to a little square. Then she open her mouth and said something rather intelligent. "What?"
He leaned forward, making the clear glass table into between them seem to be a little too small. "I. Love. You." He had enough sincerity to make her want to run screaming out the door and down the street. It was a miracle that she didn't.
"What is you're name again?" She inquired.
He looked like she had just slapped him. "You don't remember?"
She sighed, as if she was dealing with a stupid child. "I'd just met you."
He practically exploded, "I love you! You're my sun and my moon. Could the years together actually mean nothing to you?"
The whole café turned to stared. Kimiko fought the red blush crawling up her neck to rise above her blue scarf.
"I'm leaving." She made to stand, grabbing her black purse. She just wasn't in the mood.
He dove in front of her. "Marry me."
She closed her eyes, praying for patience as her temper rose. "You've got to be kidding me."
He clutched her hand, bring to his chest. "You're my life. My joy. My heart and hope. I couldn't live a day with out you. Marry me. I beg of you."
To say she was beyond pissed was an understatement. Who did he think he was? She tugged at her hand but his grip was firm. "Let go." She hissed. "Or you'll regret it."
He stared at her with green puppy dog eyes.
The people of the café gazed at her with wide eyes and whispered ridiculous theories about lovers and how cute and adultery and true love and forgiveness, and it was enough to make any trashy romance novel writer's dream.
As she saw it she had two options. Break his hold and then break his nose, or set him on fire with a flick of her wrist. Both would get her in a shit load of trouble with the temple, so she choose the third option.
He let go once the hot coffee hit his head.
"Jackass." She muttered, and turned to leave. This day couldn't get any worse.
Only to see Kenta walk into the café.
Oh shit.
Abort, abort. This day just got worse.
"Kimiko!" He ran over to her.
How did he find her? She gapped at him like a fish.
"I didn't know you were in this city!" He looked like he just won the lotto. Kimiko would be flattered if she wasn't so horrified.
"It's for business." She muttered, trying to brush past him.
He looked pleased. "Same here." He followed her. "Maybe we can have dinner later…?"
She stared at him. And everything just stood still. His grinning face. The escalated whispers of the café, for this wasn't a trashy romance writer's dream, it was their wet dream. And the man who'd just proposed to her, in the background, mourning the loss of his white sweater to coffee stains.
She was struck by a horribly stupid idea. But Kimiko was known to be impulsive. "I'm sorry Kenta, I'm having dinner with my fiancé later."
She might as well as slapped everyone with a rubber chicken.
"What?" Said Kenta, shocked. The café was abound with a new set of rumors.
She strode past him a grabbed the arm of the man who had just proposed, who looked just as flummoxed as the rest of them, and kissed him. "You see, I just accepted his proposal for marriage. And we are off for a lovely evening. See you around Kenta." She announced to the whole café.
And so she strolled confidently out of the café, and once she was out of view of the windows high-tailed it out of there as fast as she could, dragging a shocked man behind her.
They stopped running when they hit one of the city's parks. And Kimiko had to give the man credit for keeping up, since it was a good ten miles away from the café.
"What the hell?" Asked the man.
She shot him a dirt look. "Don't give me that. You started it."
He rolled his eyes. "I didn't think you'll say yes… Or pour coffee on me."
She raised a dark, neatly trimmed eyebrow. "You had to expect some retaliation for that."
He plopped down a park bench, sulking. "I was expecting a slap or something." He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "This was one of my favorite sweatshirts."
Kimiko had to admit he looked hot. Sitting there like that and pretending to mope. To bad he had to be creep. She smirked, "Dress better next time."
He smiled. "Yeah, because it everyday a pretty chick dumps coffee on my head before shoving her tongue down my throat."
She had the decently to blush. "You shouldn't of taken the bet then."
He laughed, and it was a nice. "Wasn't a bet. It was a dare. I don't need money to be involved to do something stupid."
She gapped at him. "So you're just an idiot then?"
"Aren't we all?" He frowned a little bit. "What's with that Kenta character?"
She hesitated. What was she doing, chatting up the guy who embarrassed her in front of the whole café?
"Come on. I just covered for you, is that how you repay me?" He joked.
She narrowed her eyes. "You humiliated me in front of the whole café."
"You helped yourself with that, especially at the end." He reminded her.
She sniffed, before sitting on the bench opposite him. It was stupid to keep talking to him. Yet here she was. "He's my ex-fiancé."
He raised both his eyebrows.
"And he still under the impression we're going to get married still." She explained.
He winced, "Well, I think you gave him the message."
She snorted. "I actually doubt it. Even if I did get married, he would mostly likely be under the delusion that I wanted to have an affair with him."
He stared at her. "And why did you date him in the first place…?"
"Long story." She said shortly.
"Fine don't tell me." He grumbled. Sticking his hands into he pockets, "you only ruined my favorite shirt."
"Just use some bleach, I'm sure it'll come out."
He flashed a good humor smile and stood up. "Well, apologizes for the embarrassment. Name's Raimundo."
She thought about if for half a second, before standing up and holding out a hand. "Kimiko."
They shook. "I'll see you later." He said.
'Mostly likely not.' she thought. Because even if she did saw him, she would be sure to dart in the other direction. But nodded said anyways, "Yeah, later."
As he walked away, a gust of wind sent a flurry of red and gold colored leaves flying, and she grimaced as her skirt tried to fly up, only to be slapped down by her hand.
A/N: I should be sleeping. Yet here I am. Writing this. And if I'm writing I should be rewritng the secound part of Waiting. :| Yet I get this instead. Which also has a second part to it. A short second part. Which I already finished.