~~Eep...I forgot the disclaimer last time...silly me. Ok, I don't own WeiB, Schwarz or anything (although I REALLY would like to...^_^;), but Akemi Kiroro is MINE!!! ^_^ Now on with the story...Have fun, minna-san!~~
~~Rei Kasen~~
Mask of Deceit-02-Baka!
Akemi and Yohji stood before the luggage conveyer belt. It still hadn't started up, and Yohji was getting more and more nervous. Akemi seemed to be getting annoyed at the luggage's lack of punctuality, and Yohji had apparently never dealt with such a pushy girl before. Well, besides Asuka, and even she had a soft side. Akemi, on the other hand, seemed to be hard on the outside and inside as well.
Oh well...Thought Yohji to himself, The hardest cookies crack first. And it's been awhile since I've had a challenge... He cleared his throat, and asked, "Geez, how long is it gonna-" He was cut off by Akemi.
"Why do you respond to 'bakahead'? I'm not saying it's not true, but why do you?"
He looked at her slyly. "Why do you care?" She refused to meet his gaze.
"What makes you think I do? I could care less about you."
Yohji sighed, tilted his head back, and stared at the ceiling. "How is it that I've met you less than ten minutes ago and you insult me in such a manner?"
She snickered. "I don't have to know you to insult you. You'll find that out."
All of a sudden, the baggage belt began to whirr and move. "Finally!" Akemi exclaimed. "I was beginning to think that the luggage would never come..." She stared eagerly at the now appearing luggage.
"So what kind of luggage am I looking for?" Yohji asked in a slightly dejected voice.
"I have two black trunks, and two smaller suitcases, made of brown suede...Ah! There's one..." She motioned towards a small, mahogany-colored bag coming out of the flaps. Yohji stared at the tiny bag. "THAT'S one of your bags?! You must be a poor soul..." He patted her on the head. She flinched from his touch, and said rather throatily, "You wouldn't have much either if you arrived from where I came from."
"Well, where DID you come from?"
Silence.
It seemed as though she was stalling. She had a rather strange look on her face, a mixture of surprise, anger, and remorse. Then she said in a rather flat voice, "Oh, there are the rest of my bags..." There was another suede bag coming through the flaps, followed by two of the largest trunks Yohji had ever seen in his life. They were so large that it seemed as though only a backhoe could move it, and even then it would have to be on full power.
"SHEEZ!!! HOW MUCH STUFF COULD YOU POSSIBLY PACK?!"
Akemi shot him a surprised look. "I don't believe you! Just a second ago you were telling me off for having so little, and now you're gaping at how much stuff I have!"
"Yeah, but I thought that you'd only have a small amount..."
"Well, I don't. Never anticipate anything." She grabbed the two smaller bags off of the belt. "Can you get the other two?"
"WHAT?! What kind of muscleman do you think I am?!"
She put on a rather concerned face. "You're right...perhaps I could get Aya or Ken to do it for me...They could probably do it no problem...Ok, Yohji, if that's what you want..." She began to walk away, bags in hand.
Yohji looked after her and sighed. "Fine, fine...what a total..." He let his words trail off, and heaved the trunks off of the belt. Straining under the weight, he walked a few steps, and almost collapsed, panting heavily.
"Oh, honestly...and you call yourself a man...Here, you can take these." The two suede bags were tossed at his feet. Akemi sauntered over, and with no apparent difficulty lifted the huge cases and began to walk away.
"HEY!!! Matte yo!" Yohji shouted after her. He snatched up the other two bags, and proceeded after her, out the sliding doors, and out to the front of the terminal. By the time he finally caught up with her, she had placed the trunks beside the curb and was awaiting the others.
"Geez, how did you do that?"
She looked at him quizzically. "Do what?"
He regarded her with astonishment. "Lift those heavy things! I couldn't even move them a few feet!"
She glanced at him with a smug look. "It's part of my physiology. I simply have more upper body strength than most people, even though it doesn't really show." He glanced at her torso and realized that she was right. She didn't look strong at all.
"HEY!!! ECCHI BAKA!!!" Yohji's sunglasses were smacked off his face by Akemi's hand.
"OWW!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Said Yohji angrily, picking up his now bent sunglasses from the floor.
"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU WERE STARING, YOU ECCHI?!"
"Er..." Seeing Akemi's livid face, he had no choice but to imagine. Hm...Where could I possibly have been looking...Ah, yes...there...he thought. "Er, I was looking at your arms! Yah, that's it! I was looking to make sure that you weren't lying or anything!"
She looked daggers at him, and muttered under her breath, "Baka."
Yeah right, he was looking at my arms...thought Akemi angrily. I know a lie when I hear one...I'll have to keep an eye on him.
At that moment, a dark blue convertible drove up. Inside were Aya, Ken, and Omi.
"Hey, bakahead! Put the lady's stuff in the back!" yelled Ken in a teasing voice. Yohji stared at him for a second, then thrust out his chest and said in a cold, scary voice-
"My name is not 'bakahead'. It is Youji Kudou, and you will address me as such!"
Everyone turned and stared at him with looks of total surprise on their faces, even Akemi. Except she was wearing a kind of smile. A single thought crossed her mind-
Still a baka, but maybe...not a total baka.
She flung her bags in the car and got in.
The smile was still on her face; the astonishment etched into the other's countenances was burned into her brain. She'd want to remember what they looked like when Yohji finally got Aya to look anything but serious.
~~End of Mask 02~~
*snicker*...ok...Next, Akemi meets Manx.... This ought to be interesting. _
~~Rei Kasen~~
Mask of Deceit-02-Baka!
Akemi and Yohji stood before the luggage conveyer belt. It still hadn't started up, and Yohji was getting more and more nervous. Akemi seemed to be getting annoyed at the luggage's lack of punctuality, and Yohji had apparently never dealt with such a pushy girl before. Well, besides Asuka, and even she had a soft side. Akemi, on the other hand, seemed to be hard on the outside and inside as well.
Oh well...Thought Yohji to himself, The hardest cookies crack first. And it's been awhile since I've had a challenge... He cleared his throat, and asked, "Geez, how long is it gonna-" He was cut off by Akemi.
"Why do you respond to 'bakahead'? I'm not saying it's not true, but why do you?"
He looked at her slyly. "Why do you care?" She refused to meet his gaze.
"What makes you think I do? I could care less about you."
Yohji sighed, tilted his head back, and stared at the ceiling. "How is it that I've met you less than ten minutes ago and you insult me in such a manner?"
She snickered. "I don't have to know you to insult you. You'll find that out."
All of a sudden, the baggage belt began to whirr and move. "Finally!" Akemi exclaimed. "I was beginning to think that the luggage would never come..." She stared eagerly at the now appearing luggage.
"So what kind of luggage am I looking for?" Yohji asked in a slightly dejected voice.
"I have two black trunks, and two smaller suitcases, made of brown suede...Ah! There's one..." She motioned towards a small, mahogany-colored bag coming out of the flaps. Yohji stared at the tiny bag. "THAT'S one of your bags?! You must be a poor soul..." He patted her on the head. She flinched from his touch, and said rather throatily, "You wouldn't have much either if you arrived from where I came from."
"Well, where DID you come from?"
Silence.
It seemed as though she was stalling. She had a rather strange look on her face, a mixture of surprise, anger, and remorse. Then she said in a rather flat voice, "Oh, there are the rest of my bags..." There was another suede bag coming through the flaps, followed by two of the largest trunks Yohji had ever seen in his life. They were so large that it seemed as though only a backhoe could move it, and even then it would have to be on full power.
"SHEEZ!!! HOW MUCH STUFF COULD YOU POSSIBLY PACK?!"
Akemi shot him a surprised look. "I don't believe you! Just a second ago you were telling me off for having so little, and now you're gaping at how much stuff I have!"
"Yeah, but I thought that you'd only have a small amount..."
"Well, I don't. Never anticipate anything." She grabbed the two smaller bags off of the belt. "Can you get the other two?"
"WHAT?! What kind of muscleman do you think I am?!"
She put on a rather concerned face. "You're right...perhaps I could get Aya or Ken to do it for me...They could probably do it no problem...Ok, Yohji, if that's what you want..." She began to walk away, bags in hand.
Yohji looked after her and sighed. "Fine, fine...what a total..." He let his words trail off, and heaved the trunks off of the belt. Straining under the weight, he walked a few steps, and almost collapsed, panting heavily.
"Oh, honestly...and you call yourself a man...Here, you can take these." The two suede bags were tossed at his feet. Akemi sauntered over, and with no apparent difficulty lifted the huge cases and began to walk away.
"HEY!!! Matte yo!" Yohji shouted after her. He snatched up the other two bags, and proceeded after her, out the sliding doors, and out to the front of the terminal. By the time he finally caught up with her, she had placed the trunks beside the curb and was awaiting the others.
"Geez, how did you do that?"
She looked at him quizzically. "Do what?"
He regarded her with astonishment. "Lift those heavy things! I couldn't even move them a few feet!"
She glanced at him with a smug look. "It's part of my physiology. I simply have more upper body strength than most people, even though it doesn't really show." He glanced at her torso and realized that she was right. She didn't look strong at all.
"HEY!!! ECCHI BAKA!!!" Yohji's sunglasses were smacked off his face by Akemi's hand.
"OWW!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Said Yohji angrily, picking up his now bent sunglasses from the floor.
"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU WERE STARING, YOU ECCHI?!"
"Er..." Seeing Akemi's livid face, he had no choice but to imagine. Hm...Where could I possibly have been looking...Ah, yes...there...he thought. "Er, I was looking at your arms! Yah, that's it! I was looking to make sure that you weren't lying or anything!"
She looked daggers at him, and muttered under her breath, "Baka."
Yeah right, he was looking at my arms...thought Akemi angrily. I know a lie when I hear one...I'll have to keep an eye on him.
At that moment, a dark blue convertible drove up. Inside were Aya, Ken, and Omi.
"Hey, bakahead! Put the lady's stuff in the back!" yelled Ken in a teasing voice. Yohji stared at him for a second, then thrust out his chest and said in a cold, scary voice-
"My name is not 'bakahead'. It is Youji Kudou, and you will address me as such!"
Everyone turned and stared at him with looks of total surprise on their faces, even Akemi. Except she was wearing a kind of smile. A single thought crossed her mind-
Still a baka, but maybe...not a total baka.
She flung her bags in the car and got in.
The smile was still on her face; the astonishment etched into the other's countenances was burned into her brain. She'd want to remember what they looked like when Yohji finally got Aya to look anything but serious.
~~End of Mask 02~~
*snicker*...ok...Next, Akemi meets Manx.... This ought to be interesting. _