You Jelly? (hitsukarin4lyf and FrostyNight98)- September 1, 2012

World: Anime/Manga

Summary: Does his jealousy matter when her heart is already his?

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It was his pride. His damn pride wouldn't let him admit the obvious- the actions that so evidently stuck out like a sore thumb, announcing to the boy in front of the couple that he was her boyfriend and he wanted Karin to be his.

Except he wasn't her boyfriend. And she wasn't his.

Despite that, he made it very clear to every boy within the club that she was taken; she was his for the night, and assuming that, the rest of her life. None had dared approached her in fear of tangling with the man that sat still besides her as she downed cup after cup of alcohol with her friends.

Except for him.

The damn bastard- he approached Karin the minute he stepped into the room. Perhaps it was her up-do, a simple ponytail that fell over her shoulders and curled around her collarbone. Or maybe, it was her scantily clad figure, dressed in a dark-blue halter-top and black shorts that revealed her long legs. Not that he wasn't having a hard time looking where he wasn't supposed to, but of course, his pride and honor as a gentleman did not allow him to become jealous of any kind.

Beside the point, the well-dressed bastard just snuggled right up next to her, flirting with the raven-haired woman the very first chance he got.

He had to admit though- the man was extremely good at conniving women. He had already convinced Karin's friends to leave her behind, dancing, giggling, and sneaking peeks at the handsome playboy.

But of course, Hitsugaya Toshiro wasn't a woman, and therefore, saw right through the man. He draped a single arm around the waist of an intoxicated Karin, despite knowing that she would most likely remember this, and punch him for it later. But it was for a good cause, he desperately thought to himself.

Karin laughed a bit, and talked with him as well, slurring her words every so often and clutching a glass cup full of alcohol. Toshiro groaned to himself, knowing that Karin just talking made the man even more interested in her- and his job that much harder.

He made small talk with the smooth-talker, shooting icy glares every so often at the oblivious man. When he found that the bastard would not go away, he grew closer to Karin, and blew lightly on her ear as if he really was hers.

And his opponent didn't do a damn thing. He just smirked and laughed. He then proceeded to wink at him, and asked him if they could do her together.

That was the first time Hitsugaya Toshiro ever showed emotion so vividly. Without thinking, a punch was thrown at the pretty boy's face, and everyone looked between the man who was clutching the side of his face, and the other man who had punched it. Embarrassed by the attention, but not for hitting the man, he took Karin by the hand and marched her outside the club. Her friends just giggled; they probably knew his affections for her already, even if he didn't.

He talked with her, admonishing her for her foolish actions, despite knowing that she probably couldn't hear him at all with all that alcohol in her system. She nodded her head once in a while, and stumbled even though she was standing still. After a bit, he just held her by the arms, stabilizing her stance.

His eyes were drawn to her seductive gray orbs, as she rambled on about something that he didn't really care for. But his ears did perk when he heard her say something comprehensible.

"You jelly?" She slurred, extending the "you" a bit farther than she should have.

It was a silly phrase; it was one usually for joking around and quote on quote, "trolling," but those teasing words opened his mind. Toshiro's turquoise eyes widened in realization as he let go of the intoxicated woman's arms.

He was jealous. Amazingly so. And it wasn't the type of jealous when a mother finds that her son prefers his friends to her, or when a friend prefers to hang out with a different friend instead. Nope. He was jealous because he wanted her.

He was so blinded by his damn pride, that he couldn't put the pieces together to find that his heart actually belonged to the aggressive girl that stumbled in front of him. His arms once more wrapped around her slender figure tightly, and he breathed her rosy scent. He didn't really care whether she would remember the next day at this moment; he was so wrapped up in his epiphany to care.

But he didn't see her half-smile, and he didn't notice her arms limply wrap around his figure either. Hitsugaya Toshiro had yet to notice one more thing.

Her heart, intoxicated or not, was already his.

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This was so much fun to write! I hope it's kind of what you expected, hitsukarin4lyf. (:

This is also kind of my apology for the half-assed stories I've been writing the past two days. I was down in Sedona with my friend and I totally forgot to bring my computer. So I brought my iPod and wrote those sorry-assed drabbles on it instead at 3 AM or whatever. Yippee.

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