Lemon or Lime?
Chapter IV – First Meeting
"Do you want more?" Kaede asked, holding the container of spaghetti rested on the table.
"Of course, freak! Just when did I turned my back on spaghettis!" she smiled and made a 'beh' action.
Rukawa exchanged her statement with a smile. "You're still the same Lemon I knew four years ago! You eat too much! Guess, you'll be fat one year from now!"
"Haha, better being fat than being malnourished like you!" she teased him again.
"So I'm malnourished? And you, you still look like a witch!" he smiled upon giving the remark.
She rolled the fork to whirl the spaghetti noodles. "So… I'm a witch…" she said looking serious.
"…Then take this, you fox!" She gently raise the fork and threw the spaghetti on Rukawa's hair.
"Bwahahahahahah!!!!" she laughed, "Now you look like a fox!!!"
"Is that so…" Rukawa muttered with head bowed down, "…then how about this you, witch!"
He threw all the spaghetti noodles contained on his plate in her hair.
"Is that all you can do!" she smiled and raised her glass of juice. "Super bubble juice!" she shouted and threw the contents to the blue-eyed kitsune.
"Aha!" he shouted, "You wanna play with me! Then you deserve this!"
The pie came flying to Lemon's face.
"Tomato splash!" 5 tomatoes were thrown to Kaede.
"Coke splash!" he threw the sofdrink to the girl.
Then there goes the bread.
Then the ketchup.
And also the bananas.
And also add up the gelatin.
"I missed this game…" Rukawa said as he handled the towel to Lemon. They both finished taking a bath. [Hey, not the same bathroom okay!]
"Haha, me too!" Lemon admitted, "But I really miss you the most!"
She was in a bathrobe while Rukawa was half-naked, wearing only a towel as his underskirt.
Lemon brushed her hair with her comb and wiped it with a towel. She was a bit surprised when he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
"Who wouldn't miss a girl like you!" Rukawa praised.
"And who wouldn't miss a guy like you!" the purple-eyed lady said in return.
Rukawa laughed slightly. "You didn't even change…"
"Coz' I know you wouldn't like it…" she said wrapping her arms in return to his embrace.
"It's been four years, Lemon…" he murmured. "Why did you returned?"
"It's for you, Kaede." the blue-haired girl answered.
Kaede loosened his grip and touched the girl's chick. "For me?" he asked.
"Yes." Lemon smiled. "For my only bestfriend that…"
Her words weren't continued for he released her and walked towards the door.
"Aren't you happy, Kaede?!" the girl asked.
His eyes were turning into lucid blue as he turned and face Lemon.
"Of course, I am!" he tried to hide his loneliness and made a fake smile.
Lemon smiled and wrapped her arms around Rukawa's neck.
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"Kriiiiiiiiinggggg!!!" the alarm clock rang as it does every morning to perform its honorable responsibility of waking up people from their precious sleep and ruining every speck of their sweetest dream.
The sleepyhead near the alarm clock was deeply annoyed by the sudden burst of sound.
"Fuck Shit…" he calmly said with irritation as he held the clock in a tight grip and plunged it into the floor, vigorously… enormously… like it was a pest.
'But it was…' a little voice from inside his brain said in disgust.
That alarm clock was festering him… it's a demon disguised as an object! Its purpose was solely to annoy him…to irritate him…to destroy him! Nothing less and everything more! Oh! How he wondered why that foolish device was ever invented! Darn those people who invented it!
He sat on the bed and looked at the ruined alarm clock… His 112th alarm clock that was broken into pieces…
'It's his fault… he's not meant to be born here on earth…' the voice inside him said again trying to defend his previous actions.
For a couple of minutes, he stayed like that… looking at the broken alarm clock as if there would be some sort of magic that will occur.
Upon staring, he noticed that the big hand was pointed into number two and the other short hand was somewhat positioned on number eight.
'Wait…' he stopped himself from being so damn fool and allowed thoughts to enter his little mind.
'If the short hand was placed on eight… then… it means it's already… Right! Eight o'clock!' he smiled at the thought that something can be squeezed from his little brain.
'But…' his mind protested as a little problem aroused from nowhere.
'How 'bout the long hand?' the question seemed too unanswerable to him.
That's a big problem anyway… He was in the middle of sleeping when his mentor taught it to his classmates…
Anyway… It doesn't matter… He has eight o'clock and that's enough…!
'Waittaminit…' he thought again.
There's something important today… But… he can't exactly figure out what was it… Let's see…
'Yesterday was… Friday!' he said to himself as he tried to bring back a little of those memories.
'So… if yesterday's Friday then, today must be… Saturday? Yes! It was!' he concluded happily.
And on Saturdays… he… he… watched basketball games on the public court!
'Exactly!' the voice inside him yelled as if he won a ten million jackpot at the lotto and sweepstakes at the same time.
'But… If it's eight o'clock… the game must have started! Shit! He'll missed it… again!' he trembled a little because he felt that he was submerged naked in a cold freezing ice water.
He threw the blanket that partially covered him and hurriedly went downstairs.
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She stared seriously at her image. The mirror reflected it as she moved her hand to stroke her dark bluish hair with a comb in a beautiful gaze and great perfection.
'Yes! Beautiful movements! But the face was not beautiful as that!' she frowned at the thought that suddenly entered her mind.
'Whatcha say?!' she questioned herself angrily.
'That you aren't beautiful and pretty, duh!?' her somewhat other self answered ridiculously with a matching 'beh' look.
'You know that's not true!" she defended herself.
'Oh, really-' the voice teased her more but was interrupted by more of her ramblings.
'Yes…. really!' she stated firmly.
'But how can you explain the fact that no one likes to be your date this coming festival?' the voice inside her teased her once more.
'You…moron! It's not yet my time to accept matters like that! I'm still young! I don't need those stuffs! Jerk!' she protested trying to find a way to get out of the said topic.
'And so… I see...! That's why you're so frustrated in having a date, freak!' her counterpart said proudly.
'Just shut up!!!' she shouted to the teaser who was none other than herself.
'Damn!' she scolded herself. Everytime she thinks of the festival her patience was ruined and years of her life were taken away!
'Why did that festival ever existed!' she yelled and cupped her chin with her two hands.
'Stupid!' she sighed and looked at her reflection once more.
'Her face was not that bad after all.' she concluded from what she saw.
Her complexion was quite good. She was fair-skinned but not too much. Her hair was a little short that flows freely from her neck and shoulders. It has a good resemblance with that of Sailor Mercury, only that, the color was a little bit darker… Her hair was shining dark blue…
There were also no complains about the eyes… actually… they were beautiful. They can move thousand of suffering souls from hell to heaven… Those light-purplish colored eyes were her mirror… the true reflection of herself…
"Miss Lemon!" an old voice interrupted her thoughts.
It was Mr. Ayano, the majordomo of the house.
"What was it?" she carelessly asked him irritated because of her bothered thoughts.
"Laika was on the phone right now." he said with respect to his little master.
"I'll just answer the call right here." she replied.
"Excuse me, Ma'am." the man said as he bowed a little and left the little room.
The dark-blue-haired girl lifted the chordless phone. She pressed a button and put the phone on her ears.
"Laika, it's me, Lemon." she spoke trying to introduce herself.
"Lemon! So, can you come with us in the festival?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, the festival…!" she sweatdropped at the thought of what she was thinking a couple of minutes ago.
'Speak, Lemon! Speak! Don't just hang around like a fool!' she scolded herself because of the fact that she can't answer.
"Oi, Lemon, are you still there?" Laika asked for she could hear nothing from the other line.
"Y…Yes! I'm still here…" she answered with a trembled voice.
"So, what about the festival? Remember, we only have one week to prepare!" the girl shouted trying to bring more tension to the girl with the purple eyes.
"But! Laika! You know that I still don't have a date!" Lemon cried with all her might to diminished the pain she felt.
"What a non-sense!" she opposed. "There are a lot of boys hangin' around! Just pick one of them, lol! And besides, we're still young, this was just… simply… fun! Nothing more! You don't have to worry for a date…! " she said continuously without any hesitation.
"But…" Lemon sounded as if she wasn't convinced.
"No buts ok!" Laika tried to oppose her. "Oh, I know! You're searching again for your perfect man! You freak!"
"Why shouldn't I !?! All of you do have perfect dates!" she frowned to her friend.
"How many times should I tell you that, that wasn't necessary!" Laika convinced her more.
"But still…" she still protested.
"You are so stupid! So just go around, cover your eyes, and when you open them, the first thing you will see was your long-lost dreamboy!" Laika made her final statement as the sound that goes 'tut-tut-tut-tut…' was heard.
The purple-eyed girl dropped the phone and sighed again for her misfortune…
'Yeah, you're right, Laika, I'm hopeless!' she whispered to herself. 'I'll just go around close my eyes and search for my guy…' she carelessly said.
'Right! That was it!' she shouted as if she discovered that hydrogen and oxygen makes water.
She got up from her seat and ran as fast as she could.
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He rode on his bike and pedaled as fast as he could. But no matter what, he couldn't help one thing. Sleeping…
He went on like that for about a minute. His mouth full of bubbles, drooling from his most precious sleep.
He already memorized the path so there was no problem unless there was someone blocking him from…th…
"Crash! Blaggg! Scrreechhh…!" the sound went again signaling that he has bumped on something.
"Get…freak…stupid…yuck!…drool!" he heard sounds like that.
'What was it?' he thought. He opened his eyes a little bit. He saw a figure. He was lying on it.
'But wait, it was a girl…with short dark blue hair… and she was… blindfolded! Oh my! What an idiot!' he generalized.
'Hn ,I don't have time for her stupidity… it's so nice to sleep…' by that he resumed sleeping.
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'Oh my… where am I?' she asked herself. 'What happened?'
She put her hands on the scarf covering her eyes thinking of what to do next.
'Should I remove this now?' she questioned herself for a good answer.
'Baka! Why did I ever do this thing! It was so humiliating!' she scolded herself.
'What if… I saw an old man?… and what if it's a lady! And what if it's face was really horrible! And what if it's a gay! Shit!' she shivered at the thought of it.
'Whatever!' she screamed. 'I'll just remove this crap no matter what!'
'Ready?'she asked herself.
'Three…'
'Stop the time pls! Stop it! You shit!'
'Two'
'Oh no! I'm gonna die!'
'One…'
'NOooooOOOOooooOOOooo!!!!'
She removed the scarf at the very moment and saw what she was looking for.
'Oh men, what's this crap!' she freaked out.
'Is that my boy? Oh no, not exactly… Good thing he's not old… and he's just my age… But wait… Why are his eyes closed and he's lying over me!' Lemon asked herself.
"Get off me, you, freak!" she shouted but the boy gave no reaction at all.
"Are you deaf?! I said get off me!" still no reaction.
'This guy is crazy! Why?! He looked like a zombie reincarnated to be a human! Oh no! What's this?' the little girl with small purple eyes complained upon noticing something that fell freely from the boy's mouth.
'What's this? Freak! It's saliva! The boy's drooling! No! He's not my guy! No! Help me! Pls! Somebody help me!' she realized in surprise.
"Stupid! Get off me!" she commanded and pushed the boy. She couldn't get off so she pushed harder. She succeeded, but after a moment she realized that her shirt was full of saliva.
"YUCK!!!" Lemon shouted with all her might as if she was raped.
'He was certainly not my type! Creep!' she muttered to herself while she managed to get up and ran back home.
