Drabble No. 50! Please read and review ^.^!
Thank you all kindly for your suggestions of words! I have them all penned down, with ideas written next to them already! Great inspiration; again, Thank You!
'Hustled'
The heat was visible in the air, wavering and almost oily as the sun glowed down on a Spanish holiday resort. Shinobu was lying on a deck chair near the small but deep, circular pool. The water hypnotised him; how could it be so blue? His eyes wandered up to the sky and within seconds he was mesmerised with the clouds, a consecution of shapes frolicking about the heavens.
When his eyes cruised aimlessly back down they instantly hit upon a tall, broad-shouldered man with a wide chest and muscled arms. Fine, black hairs hustled down his bare torso, the path hindered by a pair of bullet-grey swimming trunks. Miyagi.
He had just crashed up out of the water and it spilled delightfully over him, glittering on his shoulders and smoothing his black hair back off his forehead. Shinobu fell in love all over again and felt just a tiny bit scrawny in his green swimming trunks. He was about to call out to his partner, when a blonde-haired force beat him to it.
"Those laps looked really good," she squeaked, provocatively. She was twisting her hair over her shoulder, one foot raised onto its toes as she fluttered her eyelashes. In her hot pink bikini, with her tanned, toned stomach and calves, Miyagi didn't really stand a chance. She too was shimmering with post-swimming droplets.
He looked down at her- quite a considerable way down due to his height- and laughed diffidently, hands now on his hips.
"Oh, really, I'm so out of shape," he beamed, patting his washboard abs. He was basically asking the girl to scratch his tummy... such a dog, Shinobu thought as a volcano blistered his insides. He came up with a closely related word for the girl.
"So, are you from Japan?" she asked.
"Yeah- you don't look like you are, how come you know the language?"
"Lived there since I was fifteen."
"Ah," Miyagi indulged, grinning- Like an idiot, Shinobu added. "Well, enjoy your holiday. I must get back to my-"
"Could we get a drink later?"
SPLASH.
"Shinobu!" Miyagi cried, in shock. The other people around the outside bar and pool gasped and look around. Miyagi went to dive in to save the girl who had been shoved in by a chronically jealous Shinobu, but her head broke the surface soon after. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry in his voice. Steam billowed from Shinobu's nostrils.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she spluttered, faking it.
"Not any more, you're not," Shinobu muttered before sweeping his foot around Miyagi's ankle, tripping him and tipping him over with a small poke on his shoulder. He plunged into the pool, right on top of the blonde. Lashings of water shot out as Shinobu sauntered away, more than content.
